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

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aps--- 0100011 ید ہزنہ بے ے جج بر malos [lr [ji od pa a‏ امو اه oe فا‎ aS eee Door gen ت‎ veve i اف‎ rn E E EE - li was dusk. I was slowly wending my way homeward, my mind filled with thoughts of gradua- tion. And then after graduation, I reflected, what? I could already see, in my mind’s eye, the white- clad girls and seemingly unruffled boys, on the eve of graduation. I was imagining the coveted diploma already in my hand, the music, the fond friends and relatives, the scent of flowers— “Hands up!” came a gruff voice. I came back to earth with a bang. My blood seemed to congeal, my voice stuck in my throat. A gentle rap on the head—then bells, clanging, banging bells—myriads of stars— The turf seemed to rise and hit my head. Loud jangling music which grew softer—softer— then blackness. xe A +$ os “n ےہ‎ $ The tinkling of a bell. I felt some one gently awakening me. Reluctantly, I opened my eyes to see my maid standing at my bedside. She handed me a card which read: DOROTHY MULGRAVE, EDITOR OF THE “MORNING MOON.” I looked about me. . It was my frst morning in Metriopolis, whence I had come to get atmosphere for my new novel, “Burnt Orange and Henna.” I observed that the day was just breaking. How like the busy Dot to choose 5:30 as a calling hour. I rushed in, overjoyed to see her. There she stood, portfolio and books in one hand, umbrella and sundry other articles fiercely clutched in the other. “Hello, Vi,” she said. “I'm in a great hurry. I have to drop in at the office at 6, before copy goes to press. l am due at a directors' meeting at 7:30; at 8 I must address a school on newspaper work; at 9 I kave— ” “Stop!” I cried. “Tell me some news. you seen any June 21's lately?” ° , Oh. yes. A good many of them have settled right here in Metriopolis. I don't often take a day off, but for old time's sake I'll show you around the town and we can visit some Centralites.” Have Knowing from past experience that, barring aero- planes, racing cars and the like, Dot could cover more ground in one day than any other known human agency, I consented to go with her, though I could picture myself bedraggled and weary at the end of the day. In several minutes I joined Dot, and after she had ‘phoned her private secretary, Joseph Powers, his in- structions for the day, we set out. We made our first stop at Lamont Calder's church, where that young man was conducting special serv- ices. I learned that the advent of this blond young pastor was marked by the increasingly regular at- t endance of the fair sex, who were no longer bored by the sermons. Few knew that the brown-eyed young lady, seated in the first pew, gazing at the pulpit with such rapt attention, was Mrs. Calder, formerly known as Albertina Frank. I noticed Hazel Stadelhofer and Genevieve Praiz- ner in the choir. “The secular atmosphere had evi- dently not had a chastening effect on Hazel, who winked at me as I passed. We next visited a place of an utterly different character, namely, the studios of the Sobstuff Film Co., of which Jack Wohlreich was president. In the first studio 1 saw Alwina Kays and Evelyn Wex- ler, who were co-starring in the tear-impelling drama, “Sisterly Love,” in seven parts, shrieking and glaring at each other. Alwina demanded an orchid limousine for the elopement scene, while Evelyn held out for jade, which, she felt sure, would be more striking in the picture. Maurice Turkinitch, the director, was pacing the floor and crying out with a despairing gesture, “You tell 'em, com flakes, I'm grape nuts,” but 1 hurried on. In the rear of the building, where the properties were stored, was Herbert Shapiro, seated on top of a barrel, eagerly perusing the “Want Ads” column. “S' matter, Herbie?” I asked. “Oh, I'm just looking to see if some telegraph company needs a president,” he responded.

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Beatrice Levinson was nurse of this establishment. Ske ministered to those who sustained injuries in the Ford chases and suicide scenes. Just asa matter of interest, let me add that Turkenitch, though never taking part in any dare-devil stunts himself, always got mixed up in the scenery somehow and inconsid- erately allowed ladders and the like to fall on him, thus managing to get at least one smashed head or fractured finger per day. He bore these injuries with a grin, which became more pronounced as the calm, cool, collected Beatrice arrived with her first-aid kit. Kenneth Schlenker was one òf the most popular juveniles—the second Charles Hooray of the screen. It required the services of four secretaries—Esther Cohn, Matilda Daitch, Adeline Gansl and Adele Wilson—to answer the scented notes which Kenneth received daily. Ruth Leser had developed into a real Fluise La- zenda, whose feats were the wonder of the age. Joseph Moriarity had been her leading man before becoming a politician. Margaret Greenbaum was art director of the Sob- stuff Co. As I walked through the business offices I noticed Fannie Graw, Pauline Fox, Ida Dlugitch, and Lenora Donner chewing gum in time with the typewriters at which they were busily working. Ruth Hodecker was head bookkeeper and Bernard Firth, the accountant, spent his entire time in figuring out the income tax of this thriving concern. Having gleaned a lot of interesting information, Dot and I proceeded on our way. Once more on the street, 1 clutched Dot's arm and cried out: “O, Dot, look at that cute little boy coming toward us! No, it's a sandwich man.” Drawing near, I recognized this strange object as Paul Lustbader, who still retained his “baby stare.” Paul was advertising “Mellin's Baby Food,” and was placarded with signs which read, “Children shriek for it,” “I was brought up on this,” etc. Further along we encountered Ida Sacks and Mil- dred Stein, who made two charming Salvation Army lassies. Our next stop was at Joseph Howland's Academy of Hearts and Appliances. Joseph himself showed us around the building. I was very much gratified to hear that dancing was one of the most important subjects, required in every course. Alice Suplansky was head of this department, with Hannah Wilson and Elsie Samowitz as assistants. The athletic coach was Allan Smullen, who turned out championship teams. Coumont was in charge of the teaching of French. Robert still possessed his shock of henna hair, but he now affected a flowing blue tie and velvet Norfolk Jacket, which made him look quite aesthetic. Charlotte Kropke taught typewriting; Philip Spector and Helen Gordon, mathematics, and Latin. and Esther Furst, biology. Sylvia Baylis and Hilda Zuckerman were two Centralites who were Joseph's ofice force. They confided to me that their chief was kind but firm, but that he inspired great awe in his pupils. Joseph told us that four of our Class had entered politics. Moriarity was Ambassador to the “Irish Republic,” Eva Harkavy was in Congress, while Dorothy White was a prominent Suffragette and Bertha Richman was head of the local Woman's Temperance Union. Madeleine Saul, I was told, simply lived among books. She was head of the Metriopolis Public Library, which we next visited. Bessie Malcow, Rose Davidson, Doris Lapow, and Florence Kiernan occupied important positions there. Albert Brown ran errands for Madeleine. His track experience stood him in good stead and he confided to me that Madeleine kept him pretty busy. On our way from the library we stopped at an art exhibition, where we saw several paintings by ou: own Doris Hupp, the famous portrait and landscape painter. Now Doris was reaping the rewards of her labor. Not for naught had she remained in the home-room during lunch period, assiduously studying large volumes on art while the rest of us frittered away our time and munched ice-cream cones. As we walked along we noticed “Ye-Up-To-The- Minute Blouse and Gowne Shoppe,” conducted by Esther Stein, our class fashion plate, and Regina Herschaft, whose numerous rainbow-colored blouses had been the wonder of all of us in high school days. Dot and I presently decided to partake of a little nourishment, so we stopped at Sam Davis's ““Takea- chance Ice-Cream Emporium,” where Jack Steinberg, Herbert Meyer, and Harry Cohn were employed to serve all sorts of ambrosial concoctions. Harry slyly added an extra scoop of cream to our sodas. That's when friendship and class loyalty really count. I re- member that Jack always had a propensity for swee! things. Further along we saw Joe Schocket, dressed in a fetching white uniform. At first 1 could not decide whether he was a chief petty officer or a waiter, but finally noted that he was engaged in pasting up bill- posters. The first one of these advertised the Anti- Bald Hair Tonic, and I recognized the pictured maiden with the abundant tresses as Edna Graah. The other poster announced Sam Finkel's concert to be held that same evening. We decided to go As we entered the crowded concert hall we met Samuel Goodman, Elbert Letwinks and Albert Meyer, who were reporters on Dorothy's paper. The (Continned on page 48)