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

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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!

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II Fare sy ta CARROTS Bv NANETTE LURIE “My Gawd!” “Stop swearing, Ellen!” 7 “Well, if you saw what I saw, vou'd swear too. “What'd y’see?”” queried the other girl eagerly. “Iye been to Barnum’s twice and I’ve visited all side shows, but this freak beats them all!” “What freak?” “Oh well, you know, the first period being free, was going into the office to help Miss Martine, but ist as Í crossed the threshold I saw—a girl, in such rig that upon seeing her, I nearly collapsed. PI hy she’s a sight.” ““Oh Ellen, I'd love to see her!” “You would, well just - ere she comes!” “Oh!” gasped Margie as there appeared in the prridor, a girl of medium height. Above her shiny lack boots there hung a dark brown corduroy skirt pported by a heavy leather belt, embellished with ickel platings. Above that could be seen a khaki olored blouse adorned by a flaming red tie; and in lancing upward one immediately noticed a healthy hnned complexion, a shapely nose, a pair of large ray eyes and a mass of glorious red hair, that per- sted in peeping out from under the huge sombero, bove which there projected outwards a bright yellow eather, placed there perhaps to give a better effect. At any rate the girls stood speechless, watching very movement of the westerner, who after gazing uriously at her surroundings, walked over to the two irls and said in a low rich voice: “Could you tell e where room 301A is?” Room 301 A—why that’s Betty’s room; what do ou wish there?” “That’s to be my room—you see I’m to board ere. “Oh, I really can’t, though at another time I'd be orry, but I can’t accommodate you for just now I’m ery busy. But perhaps Margie will take you there,” nd thereupon she walked off, her head lifted with corn. “Oh, I really can’t though at another time I'd be Had to do so,” and Margie’s nose reached a high ltitude as she marched off after Ellen. “Hasn't she got the nerve though!” Margie ex- laimed, as she caught up to Ellen. ‘‘Imagine that ountry jane trying to speak to us!” and the nose ent higher. “I’m going to snub her whenever I can, nd you will too, eh, Margie?” “Of course I will, and I'll show her her place.” Meanwhile the westerner was trying to puzzle out er former reception. “I wonder,” she murmured, ‘whether they really had no time or whether they hought I wasn’t good enough for them to speak to. ly, how uppish city girls are,” and the gray eyes lled with tears. “Well, I may as well try to find e room myself.” pe — oh, gracious, 7 Slowly she walked along the corridor, and so ab- sorbed was she in her thoughts that before she was aware of it, she had bumped into a girl, and a pair of frank brown eyes were raised questioningly at her. “Why I beg your pardon, but who—er are you?” exclaimed the newcomer . “Oh, perhaps you can help me. I’m looking for a certain room and I’ve already asked two girls, but they turned up their noses and went away.” “The horrid things! That must be Ellen and Margie. I'll speak to them. But tell me the num- ber, perhaps I can help you.” “301A.” “Why that’s my room! Oh Jimimy, that’s splen- did. I’ve been alone since Florence left—she was my room mate. But come, let’s go. ' “Since we are to be room mates we ought to know each other’s names,” declared the brown-eyed maid, when they were finally seated comfortably m the spacious room. Mine's Betty, and yours?” “Mine,” said the westerner, “is Sheila Mary Ann Briggs.” “Oh,” gasped Betty, “why we—why we couldn't call you all that. Let's make it shorter.” “But I “Suppose I call you Carrots—you have such won- derful red hair—could I?” “Well,” she drawled, “if you wish to you may. I reckon a name doesn’t count for much anyway.” “That’s lovely. I’m so glad you don't mind. Now let’s see, haven’t you any other er clothes? These make you awfully conspicuous.” Why surely, I’ve got a whole trunkful, but they are to be shipped from New York; and at present I have no others.” “I can’t let you go in these clothes or vou'd be the laughing-stock of the school. But wait a moment —' and Bettv rushed to the closet, dragged forth a trunk, threw back the lid and there lav her best cloth- ing. “Here,” she exclaimed triumphantiv, “pick out anything you wish!” At first there were some protests, but these were quieted, and soon Carrots stood arrayed in borrowed finery. Quite different from her former appearance. “Now that you look presentable, I'll take you down to get acquainted with the girls. ' Upon reaching the first landing, Betty espied the bulletin board and running over to it she shouted, “Hurrah! The race is set for the 30th of this month.” “What race?” Carrots inquired. “Why we have horse racing every year with a rival academy. ‘This coming one will be in about two weeks. Why I guess the boys are practicing now! Let's go over to watch them.” “Don’t the girls ever take part?” “No they're not allowed to.