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

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TAKE NOTICE It is gratifying to note that our students have not spent their time in shows and moving picture places In the library during the whole Easter vacation, Centralites could be seen studiously poring over the “World of Books,” known by our English department. [he students are also beginning to take a keen in- terest in the welfare of the Prvot, for which it wishes to express its thanks to them. The PIvor is sorely We of the Journalist Club urge those students who are not acquainted with the methods of the Pivot work to attend the Journalist Club meeting every Monday in Room 402. Every as was expec ted. for a reason only in need of new writers. student in Central has an opportunity to become member of the Pivot Staff. Only his ambition ağ qualifications limit him. We are willing to exte every encouragement to students who wish to wn for the PivoT. : Some may think that it is a wa of time to contribute to this school arterv. We m casually state here that the students who have bg interested in the PivoT have also improved their wa in English. Sevens and sixes in English have risenjj eights and nines. Come to the Journalist meeting and discover whether you are an author. If you not, we will make you one. L: G NOSTER PRINCEPS NOBILIS Our own, our very own, The helping hand, the strengthening heart, The student's treasured friend Noster Princeps Nobilis. ALMA MATER The soft robed Memories hover in vour halls, And watch Ambition's own tread bv With confident vouthful feet; [o hold eager palms to Literature and Art; To make a home within your heart, And painful happiness floods the conqueror’s soi [he tears overwhelms Triumph’s eye : Oh, Mother of Faiths, when your child recalls Your patience, your parting sigh. Our own, our very own, The guiding hand, the striving heart ‘The author of your happiness Foster Princeps Nobilis. SPRING Hail sweet Spring oh hail! With your soft breathed showers; Hail dear Spring, oh hail! Give us bright gay flowers. Come modest ling’ring Spring Bathed in sweet scented breezes, And to us fine perfumes bring While warmth each flower seizes. Hesitate dear Spring no more, For we wait for thee; Knock gently at dear Nature’s door And our companion be. We can feel thee gently treading O'er the bleak earth’s mould. We are still the winter dreading With its gloom and cold. So hurry ever gentle Spring And o'er us softly hover; We'll round thee form a joyous ring To welcome thee, dear lover. HELEN PETERSON, 411

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BIMM Sts GI leader, came to him and asked him whether he had seen a young girl about the premises. He pointed into the room. The leader looked in and then called to several of his assistants. They seized the knight of the road and bound him. ‘This was a new expe- rience to him. He asked them the reason for such actions. ‘“You can’t fool us,” they replied, “we've got the evidence on you.” He was mystified. “What do you mean?” he asked. ‘The leader a burly hard- faced rough individual, replied: We mean that you killed this girl and we are going to hang you to the nearest tree.” The knight of the road tried to re- monstrate with these men. He endeavored to explain to them that he was not guilty of this awful crime. His pleadings were in vain. They would not listen. They placed him on a horse and rode out of the woods. While he was riding with his hands bound, behind him, but his mind free as the little birds that he had envied that very morning, he reflected on the strange turn that fate had taken. Only that morning he had resolved to live close to nature to be done with man. Here he was about to face death for a crime that he had never committed. Did his great mother, Nature, decide for him to die as that young girl had died, an innocent victim sacrificed to the selfish desires of man. Did she lead his steps toward that cabin where sev- eral hours before he had planned to live as the birds and the flowers do. “Were these birds free?” he asked himself. “Did not man come often to this forest to destroy them Oh! the brutal selfishness of man!” The party had arrived at the top of a plateau where a large tree was located. Here the leader dis. mounted and led the knight of the road under th tree A noose was quickly thrown about his neck He cast his eyes once more across the great panorama of mother earth. He would soon be part of the dus that would add little more to her soil. As the noos tightened about his neck his spirit rebelled. It di not want to be crushed out in this way. Life had only begun to take root in him. He wanted to see th trees grow. He wanted to understand what the bird were saying. This was not to be. A strange powe had decreed otherwise, and man, his brother, was ful filling this decree by choking out his last breath of life The noose grew tighter. He imagined that he saw the beautiful girl looking at him with piteous eye Those eyes, where had he seen them before? The seemed to penetrate into the depths of his heart, am read the regret that was written there for being force to leave so untimely this life. There was, howeve a hope shining forth in those eyes. Now he begat to feel that life was ebbing away. The picture of th fields and mountains began to swim. He choked. O} how he choked. Then he felt no more. His las feeling was a darkness and then a shining light then darkness again. He was gone. ëy ë Suddenly he jumped out of bed. The sun was already high in the skies. His sister was scolding hi for being late to breakfast. What a relief to fee that he was still alive, that it was all a dream and that the beautiful blue-eyed golden haired girl wa scolding him instead of lying still as he had last see A SENIOR’S VANITY By HANNAH STEIN On what foundation stands the senior’s pride? He struts and stares and does not care to hide His scornful eyes and elevated nose, As he beholds the freshman’s downcast pose, Who bears in silent anger and distress His haughty air and lofty lordliness. And wherefore all this pride, for cutting class, And playing baseball on the front lawn grass; For coming up to class with no work done; Neglecting lessons for the sake of fun; Creating for the teachers curious names; And boasting often of his many flames, With smirking insolence behind their backs, And playing pranks the teacher’s strength to tax! Young freshman, be not dazed by his great stare; He’s making use, which is not very fair, O£ all your ignorance, and little ken, As seniors do to freshmen now and then, Because you're new to many of their ways, And do not know their pass-works, yells or lays; De not be over-awed by such proud glance, For well we know that if you're giv’n the chance A grad of Central High School soon you'll be, And what a great man later, we shall see!