Central High School - Cog N Pen Yearbook (Newark, NJ)

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2۶ usa س١‎ = eli ہے‎ IDEALS By ADELE A. DE MOTTE With an impatient exclamation Katherine Duncan rose to answer the telephone. She was in the middle of a very exciting novel and things were going badly with the blonde, blue-eyed heroine. She recognized the voice of her inseparable friend and partner of joys and sorrows, Edith Blake. “Katherine, Katherine, I've found my ideal. I'm coming right over to tell you about it.” And the click of the receiver cut off her excited tones. All thoughts of the unhappy, misguided heroine had vanished from Katherine's curly head. So Edith had found her ideal. For months past Katherine and Edith had held much conversation as to what made up the ideal man, but high school and family life are not conducive to the finding of these same ideals. Edith soon arrived. She was very flushed and breathless and her hat was on backwards. “Oh, Katherine,” she gasped, “he's absolutely wonderful. He's a perfect dream.” “But, who is he, where did you meet him? Tell me all about it.” “Why, Katherine, you've met him. At least, you've seen him. Can't you guess who it is?” “Oh, my, but you're stupid. It's the new history teacher.” “What! “The history teacher? Why, he's “Hasn't he blue eyes and black hair?” “Yes,” admitted Katherine. “Isn't he tall and dignified?” To this question also Katherine was forced to say yes. 6 “Of course,” went on Edith, “I know he wears tortoise-shell glasses, but really they only add to his distinction.” “But he's old,” burst out Katherine, “and he's a teacher. How can you, Edith Blake?” “Well, I don't care what you say. I think he's just grand. I like older men. Young fellows are so silly. And I just know I am going to do won- derful work this term because he inspires me so.” But the entrance of Katherine's brother Jim put an end to the conversation. Jim was at the tender age of nineteen. He liked the girls, and as he was a good looking football hero, the girls liked him. “Hello, girls. Hope I didn't interrupt you. Sup- pose you are discussing what you are going to wear at the June dance. Edith, my child, how would you like me as an escort on the big night?” “Why, Jimmy,” broke in his sister, “that's a who le month off.” “Oh, 1 know that,” Jim replied loftily. “Just thought I'd get my application in early. “What do you say, Edith?” But Edith was up in the clouds. Of course, she reasoned, Jim was good looking and awfully nice, and it would be grand to appear at the dance with him. But she felt lifted far above such a frivolous pastime as dancing. She wondered if HE danced. So all she said was, ““Oh, Jim, it's too soon, yet. I'm not sure that I'm going.” “Well,” said Jim, as he started upstairs to his own quarters, “just keep it in mind.” (Continued on page 41)