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

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sibilities for increasing his vocabulary also are marvel- ous. It would seem then that the study of shorthand from the standpoint of its educative value is a highly desirable one to pursue, but in addition to this its commercial value has never been questioned. Big business men today require efficient helpers. The stenogapher who can make himself eyes and cars for an able man is in a pretty good position to be pro- moted to that man's post. Dozens of instances could be told of big business men who began their business careers as stenographers. You have all heard the story of Frank A. Vanderlip, president of the biggest bank in America; he was stenographer and secretary to Lyman Gage, a business man who became U. 5. Secretary of the Treasury. George B. Cortelyou too, was a stenographer and got most of his education tak- ing a business course. If these instances seem far re- moved from the realm of the high school student he has only to look nearer him for an inspiration and he will find Mayor Martens of East Orange who started as a stenographer. Probably there are many men in Newark who began on the very lowest rung of the ladder as stenographers. There is no promotion for the stenographer who is satisfied to write out letters and lay them on the em- ployer's desk; there is much more to be done before the transaction is completed and it is the work of the stenographer to see that it is accomplished. He should be not only a stenographer, but also an executive and the more he knows of history, science, and current events the better, for he will find an opportunity to use everything he knows. “Тһе price of success, says Elbert Hubbard, “is work, and he who renders a great service will receive a great return.” When you read this issue of ihe Pivot, ihe time for another Commencement will be drawing near, and in the class that will be graduated there will be a number of stenographers. In passing, it is well to note that their training has only just begun. Their real education will come when they are face to face with the responsibilities of their first job, for education is not merely knowledge, it is the development of power which comes from meeting the demands of a situation and considering facts and incidents in relation to the business as a whole. If you will take the time to look over our list of graduates, you wil! discover one very noticeable fact; it is that only one young man who will go out as a graduate has completed a shorthand course. And this should rightfully lead to the question: Why do not more young men take up this course which offers such great possibilities in the business world? When a young man goes to work in a business or- ganization, he will learn the business in a more in- timate way, through writing and reading the letters of his superior, than many another employee could, and when he has achieved advancement to the job higher up his training will not stop there, even if he no longer makes use of the tool by which he gained his promotion. He will not measure his success by the value of the technical details which he has learned, for these will be of advantage to him only in the line of business in which he is engaged, but the mental training which he has gained will beneht him no matter where he works. His stenographic skill has only been the means of bringing him to the attention of the man who can place him in the way of higher and better things. Executives who were formerly stenographers agree that the greatest benefit to be derived from do- ing stenographic work well lies in the ability to meet emergencies. If young men understood properly the possibilities of this field of endeavor, would they not be more in- clined to elect shorthand training as a part of their high school course ? CONSOLATION TO SENIORS A boy once by a Chem lab passed, And heard a teacher's voice Speak to a boy the things he said To him seemed rather choice. So you've been cutting, he said to him. The poor boy answered “уез”; “It’s just you kind of chaps,” said he, “That make this school a mess.” Now what's your idea of cutting? he said, “Do you thınk you can do as you will? I'm afraid you will find it quite different, When you come to pay the bill.” “I think ГЇЇ be rather lenient though, Since I see it's your first offence ; So I'll give you a week in 108 “Them Days are Gone Forever.” To think of the consequence. —Bill Miller.

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By EMiLY FRIEDMAN “Bunk!” Bartel Overton waved his hand derisively, and burst into a throaty laughter. Fred Newton turned and glowered indignantly at his friend. No one likes to be ridiculed, least of all a staid senior. “I tell you, it is not bunk!” he declared with char- acteristic vehemence. “Тһе story I just told you is absolutely true. Do you mean to say,” Bartel queried, arching his brows with mock incredulity, “that a man who has never run an airplane before in his life can step into one and make a successful trip in it?” “Why, surely! answered Fred with the positive- nes of a man who is convinced that he is right. But, he continued, you must remember that it is necessary for this man to be spurred on by a deeper emotion than mere reckless daring. The object of our argument, as you know, was оп an island. Не spent several years there, and one day a wreck was washed upon the beach which contained all the necessary equipment to construct a complete flying machine. Well, he managed to put the different parts together. filled the tank, and flew off to the nearest civilized island which was several hundred miles away. As you see, with this man it was a question of life or death. It was absolutely improbable that a ship would ever rescue him, as the island was far off the course of any vessel; naturally, pressed by circum- stances, he took a chance and came out of it alive.” Bunk! repeated Bartel, you only read of such things in books. I don't think anyone, no matter how necessary it was, could do a thing he had never done before. Meanwhile they had reached the end of the street on which they had been walking. With a brief So long —Bartel and Fred parted. Fred going home- ward, while Bartel turned toward the dock. Here he was to take pretty Jean Thiebalt for a sail upon the river. Bartel Overton, a clean-cut, lithe youth, was a com- parative newcomer to Forthawan, a town which nestled demurely between the River Shaset, Mt. Owl- ing and the Atlantic Ocean. Не, too, was a senior at the Forthawan High School. The winter before, he had been acclaimed far and wide as hero of the gridiron. The fellows admired him for his daring and sportsmanship; the girls admired him for his impudent good looks. Не had been attracted to Jean Thiebalt from the very first, and now it was common gossip that Jean would look at no one else. Several days before, Bart had received a trim sail boat as a gift from his father. Sailing was a popular sport among the younger folks. But at this time of the year, the latter part of April, it was rather precarious upon the river, as storms were very frequent and sud- den. However, anxious to try out the new sail boat, Bart and Jean had made arrangements to venture out. As Bart came upon the dock where his boat was moored Jean was already waiting. “I thought you weren't ever coming, Bart, was Jean's greeting as she smiled up into his face. Bart flushed slightly. He had never quite over- come his shyness before her. “І am sorry, Jean, he said. Fred and I were having quite an argument, and I suppose we were walking too leisurely. “Tell me about it!” I will as soon as we are out on the river, and Bart busied himself with his boat. He uncoupled it, helped Jean to her place, pulled up the sail and in a few minutes they were on their way towards Pirates’