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

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ITT TES J y ET NI Sir i Piri God's Masterpiece As elusive as the breezes of Spring With their soft showers strewing [he flowers that bloom in the fields; Bringing the moss to the forest’s fastness, So:inkling the violets with pure perfume, Covering the ground with sweet Nature's treasures, Brightening the eye with each beautiful scene Is the beauty of women through all the ages, It shines through the lengthy book of life, Inspiring Mankind to noble deeds, Holding the torch of duty on high Flaming up towards the ramparts of Heaven, Never yielding or never lessening But burning brighter each step of the way. Noble in mind and heart and actions, [rue to her creed and true to her God, Making the world a living Heaven Where weary souls may stop to rest, Lighting the path to love and duty, Wershipped by man and beast and bird, Loved by the flowers which her hand fondles Ne er hurting or breaking a single bud; lways helping and always hoping [hat the setting sun may yet bring joy lo those unhappy unfortunate beings, Who under the weight of sorrow are bowed; Is the true and beautiful woman Created by the hand of God alone. HELEN PETERSON, 411. Something About Seniors ETHEL MAE CoE Freshmen walk the halls with glee Play at tag and one, two, three Wear hair bows and always grin They think cutting is a sin Central grads of '22 Cheer the ranks of the true Blue. Sophomores look sad and sigh For they've been a year at High They all know the students’ woe What they reap they have to sow Central grads of '22 Cheer the ranks of the true Blue. Rose SCHAR, 204. AC English. [ ye, mi friends, I will endeav to telle, Of a yonge maide, of highe school, the belle. Tris ilke maide leet olde stiles pase, Fox she was ever in Dam Fasion’s classe. Ful many a deyntee goon did she possesse, With outen other fripperyes which maides love, I guess. All that this maide coude of hir friendes hente, On finerye and sweets, would she it spende. In felawshipe wel coude she laughe and carpe. Ske loved to dance when err she heard harpe. Juniors know just what to do Understand the Parlez vous Go to dances after school They don’t heed the Golden Rule Central grads of '22 Cheer the ranks of the true Blue. Seniors are the “cream” of High [hey pass all the ''freshies'' by Strut and stare and put on airs Spend their time at proms and fairs Central grads of '22 Cheer the ranks of the true Blue. April 14, 1922. Per 4. Oh, wel coude this yonge damsel singe, Bar bettre than smale foules do in springe. With goolden cruelle lakkes and yeen green. She was as pretty a sight as err was seen. Oí his stature, she was of evene highte Fu’ graceful, for as a fairy, was she lighte. And sikerly she was of greet disport And ful pleasant and amiable of port. Hir smiling was ful simple and coy, Especially so, when was preasan a boy, FINIS.

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A Complaint of the Decay of Horses By JoHN REILLV That all—changing magic wand of science—al- most as effective as Midas’s touch—is rapidly driv- ing from our city streets, the horse. With all his carts and trucks, coaches and carriages, stables and blacksmithshops, the horse is fast becoming a thing of the past. Soon he will be a curiosity in town and (I suppose) we shall see him only when the circus comes to town, or among the other strange animals in the zoo. I do not approve of this wholesale casting aside of a faithful servant of thousands of years. His serv- ices were given without complaint—without compen- In tale or history, the horse is ever an indis- pensable figure. We read of the great cavalry of Alexander and Caesar. But who can imagine some contrivance (such as the motorcycle) taking the place of the horse in a cavalry charge? How could the knights of the Middle Ages have managed without their horses, or how would Quentin Durward and Isabelle have escaped from France? How would it sound in the poem if Paul Revere had ridden in a Ford? For many years the horse was the only means of travel—except for those who, being too poor to ride, walked—whether for merchants bringing their goods from town to town, for knights on journeys far from home, or for Louis XVI when he attempted to flee from his angry subjects, and had not the curiosity of that unhappy monarch induced him to stick his fat head lout of his coach window, he probably would not have lost it so soon. sation. But at length came the steam engine and the rail- roads. The horse tried hard, but could not com- ete with the puffing monster. After all he was made pt flesh and blood, and so his usefulness in long jour- heys came to an end. Still his place in domestic life vas unchallenged. But now we have the automobile, And again the horse feels himself unable to compete. e sees another usurper in possession of the domain bt which he was lord for many centuries. I grieve to think of the time when we shall have o horses—and that time is not far off —for he is not mere machine like the automobile. He is his mas- er's friend. He knows his master’s humors; responds o his every word and touch. He does not break Hown in the midst of his work, but no matter how tired and hungry, he strives on to finish his task with- out complaint. Have you noticed, reader, how the automobile is replacing the horse in our fire apparatus? Whenever a new engine is added or an old one replaced, the new one is a machine. The horses are not fast enough for us any more. ‘This thought must bring grief to everyone who remembers how—when he was a little boy—he loved to watch the fire horses—for it was the horses and not the engine that attracted him— rushing to the fire. It was a race between horse and fire and the animal knew that much depended on him. His efforts surely must have aroused the spirits of the firemen. But who could be inspired by an automo- bile? Its is but a mass of metal—it has no soul. The only emotion it inspires (as it rushes through the streets like a raging monster) is terror, lest it should leave its true course and run wild, as it seems to threaten to do. Have you seen recently, any of those sleighs which used to be so numerous about town after every snow- storm? I have not. It seems strange (in the ex- celled weather for sleighriding which we had last week) that not a sleigh could be seen, nor the jing- ling of a bell heard. I wonder what has become of them. Recently, I saw one—or rather the remains of one—in a yard on the outskirts of the city. It was sadly crippled and was fit for nothing but the wood pile. I suppose the others have met the same fate. This is a result of the exodus of the horse. I used to pass daily—on my way from school— a stable, and every day there were about a dozen very large horses tied to posts outside the building. But now the stable is empty—there are no more horses—and next door is a large garage, where are kept the automobiles which now do the horses’ work. I wonder what has become of those horses. Have they been sent to the soap factory, or have they been used—as was suggested during the war—for making frankfurters ? When you see a horse and buggy—that is if you ever do see one—going about the city, do not laugh at it because it is out of date, for remember that it is not so long ago that the horse and buggy held the same place in the community as the automobile does today. Rather, stop and revertently salute the fallen monarch.

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By ANNA KITZMAN Jerry Bronson and Ned Gordon were walking home Írom school one afternoon. Somehow, the grav skies and somewhat foggv atmosphere seemed to re- flect most noticeably upon the two boys. Neither of them spoke a word. Jerry looked straight ahead and his jaw appeared stronger set than ever before, while Ned cast a not-too-little inquisitive glance at his friend every now and then. Ned was anxious to know the cause of Jerry's queer behavior, but, exer- cising a great deal of tact he refrained from asking. “Say, Ned,” burst from Jerry, “do you think that it is safe for me to ask Violet Drake to go to the Prom with me?” ‘This unexpected question quite took Ned off his guard, but he answered as he thought would best suit the occasion, by saying, “Well, Jerry, I don’t know as she would want to go to the Prom with you when she hardly knows you, but why don't you get better acquainted with her by asking her to go ice-skating with you Saturday afternoon?” By this time the boys reached Jerry’s house and, with a “Well, Ned, I'll ask her tomorrow,” Jerry ascended his front steps. While walking home, Ned tried to think of some way to help Jerry. Yes, Jerry certainly needed help when he was so sad and thoughtful instead of optim- istic and happy, as was his usual frame of mind. While Ned tried to straighten things out, I'll try to explain the strange actions of both boys. Jerry was the most popular boy in Clifton High School. It was not thru wonderful feats on the gridiron or on the race track, nor even in the scholastic field that brought him his popularity, but he got it thru his hard luck. Everyone in the school knew Jerry and was always ready with a few words of sympathy for the unfortunate boy; but he had always laughed at their “needless sympathy” as he put it, and refused to lis- ten to the warnings of his friends to keep out of active affairs in order to prevent making a mess of them or himself. He always answered their warnings, how- ever, by saying, “things may go wrong now, but wait until the worm turns.” Well, if Jerry insisted upon being optimistic, it was useless to try to change his outlook in the matter. But he was forced, neverthe- less, to admit that hard luck followed him around like a shadow. As soon as Jerry reached home he sat down and planned how to ask Violet to go with him. Yes, he knew his hard luck might want to interfere with his plans again, but he decided that he would go over every minute detail so that nothing could possibly arise which he would not be prepared for, and in that way a good time would be assured. After an almost sleepless night, Jerry prepared for school, once more optimistic and feeling secure. lt was not until lunch time that he could manage to speak to Violet and then her calm and sweet pres- ence so disarmed him that he almost made a mess of the whole thing before he started it. However, he collected himself, and stammered “‘er, er’’—then all in one breath, willyougoice-skating-withmeSaturday afternoon? Jerry mopped his face after this. “Im so sorry, Jerry,” Violet sweetly answered, “but I have already promised to go ice-skating with Eugene Reed on Saturdav afternoon. There is go- Ing to be a real party of it with two other boys and girls. Perhaps we can go some other time.” Jerry barely controlled himself long enough to voice his regrets and to take leave of the girl. To think that after all of his planing he should be disappointed in such a manner. “Well,” Jerry told himself, “I should have known better than to expect Violet, the prettiest and most popular girl in the school, to spend a whole afternoon with me.” Finally Saturday came and, Jerry too restless to stay at home, decided that he would go to the lake and watch Violet have a good time even though she did not go with him. He immediately set out ana reached the lake in good time— Violet was not yet there. Finally, he saw the party come, and, with much unnecessarv noise customarv on such occasions, thev frolicked around the lake for about an hour, while Jerry kept constantly in sight of Violet. 'Oh, when will mv luck change,” though Jerry to himself, now undoubtedly feeling wretched, in spite of his optimistic view in the matter. “At this very moment Í might have been skating hand in hand withe—'''Oh''—eried Jerry, and with that he fair- ly flew towards the speeding Violet and, grasping her hands, he pulled her around and started to skate to- wards the edge of the lake, as if intruding in such a matter were the most every-day happening. “How do you do, Vi,” said Jerry. “I hope you'll excuse my sudden appearance on the scene, but I just couldn’t resist going over to you when I saw you leave the crowd. “You are excused, Jerry,” added Violet, “but J think I’ll have to leave you now or there will be a search committee sent out for me by the rest of the crowd.” “Oh, no,” hastily added Jerry, “I’m not going to let you go away so easily. First we'll have somethiag warm to drink and then we'll decide whether to re- lieve the search committee or not.”