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

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MMe o En, HOW THE WARRIORSOF RUTHERFORD HIGH SCHOOL OVERCAME THE VALOROUS CENTRALITES ON THE FOOTBALL FIELD—AN IMITATION OF BEOWULF By GERTRUDE D. SCHNARR Hear ve, all ve lovers of the ancient and time- onored sport of Rugby, of the fierce and bloody attle waged between the bold-hearted heroes of Cen- al High School and the doughty warriors of Ruther- ord. Never heard tell of an encounter more thrilling lor with an ending more tragic. On the benches surrounding the field of football ere seated those who were come to cheer for the bams, brave with pennants and banners. ‘Tense and ager they waited the coming of the brave youths. “Then from under the seried stands came the fight- g men of Central striding, fierce of mood, An proar, strange enough, rose on high. Straightway e armored-ones, decked out in blue, began to prac- se hurling the shining oval or sending it far into bace by giving it a gentle boost with the toes of their ell cleated shoon. “Then from an unknown place be- eath the stands came the proud warriors of Ruther- ord, clad in brightest scarlet. An unlovely light, kest to flame, stood in their eyes. They saw on the eld the doughty fighters of Central and their hearts hughed within them. They thought the proud- learted ones, the undefeated heroes, to gather many redits to themselves and leave their vanquished foes are of honors. But it. was fate’s decree that ‘it ould not be thus. The warsmen of Central, strong in might, watched ow the fell spoilers were minded to set about their dden onslaughts. The scarlet-clad ones thought ot to be long about it but for a first start seized ickly on the mishaps of their opponents. The much- sired ball came into the possession of the Ruther- ordians. One of their valorous youths thought to arry it to the goal but a bold Centralite grasped him vith set purpose and threw his weight upon him. But re long a fighter from Rutherford, Webster by name, p the first honors for his side by kicking the thern oval straight between the two tall posts that harked the goal of Central. Then was heard the houting of the favored ones; the uproar of it sounded orth, joyous was their converse. But Wyrd had de- reed that even more honors should be heaped upon hem for ere long the shining oval bounded over the ine that marked the goal and a red-ciad warrior fell pon it. Again rose the revel, the clamor along the benches resounded clear; song and sound of playing were joined together. But no longer was it fate's decree that the proud-hearted ones might, after that, gather more credits to themselves. Quaking fear lay upon the Central-folk, upon those who heard the outcry of their enemies’ cheers. Now and again, striving against one another, the bold- hearted ones advanced to the shadow of Central's goal. Locked in deadly combat were the Centralites and the Rutherfordians; m addened were the raging strugglers. Seeking to gain more honors for his side Dixon, the leader of the favored ones, thought to throw the leathern ball to Wallace. Then from the mass of fighters emerged one destined to be the hero of the blue-clad ones. From mid-air snatched he the ball and tightly held it in his sturdy grasp. His one thought was to get him gone; to flee down the field; to carry his precious burden to the goal line. Swiftly sped he along the muddy ground, skillfully evading his dismayed opponents. Close behind him a wars- man of Rutherford strove vainly to clutch him as he went. Hearing the panting of his pursuer, the fleet- footed one hastened on with mightly stride, scarce touching the green turf. The press of spectators all arose ,tense were they with excitement. On and on ran he, never stopping until he placed the pigskin safe behind the goal. Then was raised a mighty cheer, the huge stadium was clamorous with the din. Joy was unconfined among the hosts of loyal rooters for Central had scored against the renowned Ruther- ford. Furiously then did the battle rage when once again the warfare was resumed. In vain did Central strive to win more credits than those gained by Rutherford. ‘Thus was the afternoon light sped on and hasten:d by. Finally was heard the signal's last ending the struggle. Fame of the battle was given to Ruther- ford. The uproar rose of the victor-folk; in gladness were they. Not so the Centralites. Sorrow of soul was theirs and mood of mourning. Their was a great grief that caused them to sit joyless and under- go heaviness of heart. So ended the mighty conflict when Central’s hopes of winning the championship were dashed to the ground. Ah, that was a dreary ending.

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Violet offered no resistance, while Jerry himself was so surprised at the masterful tone he used that his pulse actually beat faster; poor boy, how much he hated to think that his hard luck might interfere with his unexpected pleasure. Well, so far so good. While sipping their hot chocolate, both Violet and Jerry refrained from talking. Jerry took this time to collect his thoughts. He actually shivered when he pictured in his mind how close Violet was to falling into a hole in the ice that he had seen before the ice- skating party came, and how thankful he felt that he was there in time to save her. But best of all (with an assuring side glance at Violet) she surely knew nothing about the danger she was in and that was a great deal to be thankful for. “Why, Jerry, what are you dreaming about,” asked Violet, interrupting his thoughts. Jerry almost dropped his cup of steaming choco- late at being thus i nterrupted. Evidently, his hard luck was taking a more merciful attitude towards him, for wouldn’t he surely have dropped the hot drink and burnt Violet at any other time? “Well, to be perfectly frank,” answered Jerry, quickly changing the subject, “I was wondering whether you would consider me too bold if I asked you to honor me by going to the senior Prom as my partner?” lt was all Jerry could think of, and, after fairly blurting it out, he paused and—were his ears deceiv- ing him? “TIl most certainly accept your kind invitation, Jerry, if you'll tell me more particulars about it.” Poor Jerry was left fairly speechless with surprise. Violet Drake promised to go to the Prom with him! No, he must have heard wrong. “Surely, Jerry, you don’t think that I would re fuse to go to a Prom with anyone who was as unsel, fish, brave and quick-quitted as you were.” “Why, Violet, what do you mean?” asked Jerry “I simply mean that I knew all the while that then was a hole in the ice and that I was skating directly towards it.” “Vi, I can’t understand. self,” added the confused boy. “Well, to make a clean breast of it, Ned cam over to my house after leaving you and told me whal you were going to do and he suggested that in all dy fairness to you, since I could not go ice-skating will you to become more acquainted with you, we would try the plan he had thought out. The plan was tha he should make the hole in the ice and I would skatd directly towards it when I was sure you saw me, ang then by your actions under the circumstances I migh judge whether I thought enough of you to go to thi Prom with you. Poor Jerry! “Please go on.” “Well,” continued Violet, ''there is nothing mor to say except that anyone who could act as you dil under the circumstances, so quick, and with so littl conceit as to refrain from mentioning what a wonder ful thing he did, certainly deserves not only th highest of praise but is entitled to anything he couli possibly get in the way of enjoyment—and” with | roguish smile) “TIl certainly try my best to see tha as far as you are concerned the Prom will be th greatest success.” Jerry was too dazed to think, but four words stool in front of his eyes, in flaming red colors, and the were, “My worm has turned.” Please explain your All he could do was to gasp CLASS SONG By E. M. Cog Alma Mater we are leaving With our hearts filled to the brim You have given us rare treasure Stood by us thru thick and thin. May your fame spread o’er the nation Live in glory not in shame May your banner be the foremost On the hill or in the plain. May the Lord of Hosts be with you May you glorify his name Striving ever on and upward Till the laurels you shall gain. CHORUS The world beckons and we heed it We to greater task must bend But we never shall forget thee Central, Alma Mater, friend.

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AN D Junior Municipality A meeting recently called to launch the Central District Junior Municipality was attended by dele- gates from school clubs and industries. About fifty students and two teachers, Mr. Conovitz and Miss Lavers, attended from Central. The Junior Municipality idea, which was explained at the Montgomery School Meeting by Judge Stickel briefly is as follows: In each city, Junior officers, corresponding exactly to the Senior government, will be elected, the voters being the residents of the city between the ages of 16 and 20. Junior Municipalities have been formed, and are successfully functioning in numerous small towns and cities throughout the country, including the Oranges, Glen Ridge and Bloomfield. This is the first time it has been tried in a city as large as New- ark. The city has been divided into five disricts. One, the North End, has already been formed. The one now forming is to be called the Central District Junior Munnicipalitv of Newark, and is for the set ond, third and fourteenth wards. In the Central District five commissioners will b elected: a Mayor, Director of Finance, etc., who i turn will select four secretaries, City Clerk, Board c Health and Board of Education. [he idea is to give the voters experience in votin and the commissioner’s experience in city governme work. It will also be the duty of the Junior Gover ment to do welfare work in their district. At È first meeting Louis Goldman, Central High Scho student and editor of the Pivot, was elected ten porary chairman and another Centralite, Mildre Jacobson, was appointed secretary. It is the duty of every loyal Centralite who liw in the Second, Third or Fourteenth Wards to atten the next meeting which will be held on Thursds evening, May 11, at 8 P. M. in the auditorium : the Montgomery School, and to support the candidat from Central who, on that date, will be announce? Central Hears Mr. McLaughlin Central students were given a treat on Thursday, April 20, in the auditorium at the school, when James J. McLaughlin impersonated several characters of Shakespeare. Mr. McLaughlin impersonated the characters from the first act, first scene of Julius Caesar and recited the parts. He also portrayed the “Witch Scene” from Macbeth. Another of his char- acterizations was the scene of the “Grave Diggers,” from Hamlet. Mr. McLaughlin, who was a resident of Newark, was in the cast that supported the famous Shake- spearean actor, Robert B. Mantel. Mr. McLaug lin’s ability to maintain the dignity of Hamlet whi dressed in the rude and corpulent garb of the gra digger, was very perceptible. After Mr. McLaughlin had finished, the studen were seen scurrying after their books of Shakespear in order to become more acquainted with the scent that they had seen performed. According to the tt ports coming from the teachers a great interest h: been aroused among the students taking the dram course in E.nglish because of this recital.