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

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MARY AND HER LAMB By Lillie August They had not seen each other for ages, or at least not since the time when Jack had left Hilton to come to the big Dayton High School. They had parted with tears and vows, and Jack had promised to be true forever and Mary had promised to live only for the day when they would meet again. And now she was coming, little blue eyed, golden- haired Mary, and Jack's eyes grew merry and his heart became joyous. Indeed, so jolly did he get with the thought of the coming of his little pal, that he attracted the attention of Rita Crandel, the ac- knowledged class vamp, who invited him to her birthday party. It was the week before the expected arrival and Jack at first spoke only of her. But it was not Jong before he began to speak at length on Rita’s charms and they soon became the best of friends. Alas for Mary, Rita was armed with accessories enough to charm many Jacks, and red lips, long eyelashes, and chic costumes did their work well. When Mary came, she went immediately to the High School where she expected to study (and play) for four years. When the two friends met, there was no rejoicing, no exclamations, no laughter; only an uncomfortable silence. Jack broke it first. How well you are looking, Mary, he exclaimed in a would-be enthusiastic voice. You look well, ioo, was the answer, and then after a few more commonplaces, the once intimate chums separated, to be alone with their own bitter thoughts. On her way home Mary was on the verge of lears. He is so different, she wailed to her cousin with whom she was staying. “He's dignified and proud and he's dressed like а dandy. Апа when I came in, he was talking to a girl who looked like one of those models I used to admire in the Fashion Book. Jack's train of thought ran something like this: “I wonder where she gets those clothes. Gosh, don't tell me she still patronizes old Bender from Main Street! And her hair—why doesn’t she bob it? How changed she is! Not at all that old pal I used to like so much. Rita’s sweater was a corker. Нег І don't think ГИ in- Rita's an awfully good eyes go good with the white. vite Mary to the dance. dancer. I'll bet Mary can't even dance.” Тһе evening of the dance approached. It was being run by the school, and the hall hired for the occasion was the largest in the town. Rita duly received an invitation and just as duly told Mary about it. cousin came in. Mary was crying when her They talked it over and finally During the days that fol- lowed she met Ja ck in the corridors znd he called once or twice but if he felt any remorse for not ask- ing her to the dance, he didn't show it. The night before the dance, Mary did a daring thing. She went up to Bill Wesely, a friend of Jack's and asked him to take her to the dance. ‘The young man was surprised, and it must be confessed, a little chagrined, but when she told him her plans, he chuckled with glee. His sense of humor forced him to enter into what he thought would be a good joke on Jack. Mary stopped crying. The next evening, a taxi drew up at Rita’s door and she was whirled away to the dance. Close be- side her sat the good looking Jack, his brown eyes sparkling at the thought of the good times ahead. In- deed, so good did he feel that he placed a kiss or two upon the unresisting lips of the vision beside him. The hall was already well filled and the pair walked through it followed by shouted greetings and laughing compliments. Indeed, Rita looked like a dream with her green frock, sparkling with shimmer- ing beads. Then the band broke into a riot of jazz and the dancing be gan. Suddenly there was a stir at the door. A young girl with a good looking cavalier entered and they both made for the dressing rooms. When they returned, they immediately joined the dancers. Апа, when, at the end of that dance, Jack turned to escort Rita to a seat, he stopped as if turned to stone. Looking up into the face of an admiring young man stood Mary. Her golden hair was piled in adorable ringlets on her small, well shaped head. Her sweet face looked beautiful with its red lips and big dark eyes framed in entrancing black lashes. Her slender form was accentuated by a gown of shimmer-

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has been all her life and I’m Besides, 1 like the scenery very much,” said Richard, looking а! Mary Ann. Well, if your mother wouldn't mind country life mother is an invalid sure the mountain air will do her good. I guess Mary Ann and I can help you out. Mary Am but she knew how much they needed the money that was anything but pleased at the news, he would pay and therefore acquiesced to the plan. Richard Henley left the next morning for New York City promising to return as soon as he could get his mother conveniently moved. As the last day of the school year drew to a close, Mary Ann started to collect hei belongings from the schoolroom when the chairman of the Board of Edu- cation, Mr. Banlan, entered and asked Mary Ann whether she would be willing to teach here again the following year. Ta everything goes all right, I shall be glad to take aid Mary Ann. Days passed and again Richard Henley was with over the school again,” Although Mary did not like Rich- ard, she was already in love with his mother. the Penningtons. She was a frail little thing, with hair as white 45 like Richard’s and beautiful skin with the roses still in them! snow, eyes So unlike her mother who had worked hard all her life and was by this time an old woman in appearance if not in years. And it was plain to see that she adored her son and that her whole world was centered іп him. Every afternoon after Mary Ann’s work was done she would sit and chat with Mrs. Henley and it was through her that she came to know Dick and to respect him. It was a few weeks after Dick's arrival when he sat talking to his mother in the summer twilight. Mother, I wonder why Mary Ann keeps avoid- ing me. Ат І so distasteful to her or doesn’t she like my looks. She avoids me as though I меге: leper or a poisonous reptile, said Dick with a frown spreading over his face. My son, replied his mother, to me you are the most wonderful man alive and how any girl could avoid you is beyond me. “Dearest, you are my mother, not a stranger, уоп know, kissing her lightly on the cheek. (For how was he to know that Mary Ann was in- terested in him but was too shy to let him know he: true feelings). Mrs. Henley's first idea in life was to keep her son happy and with this thought in mind she waited for a chance to make these two friends. The chance came sooner than she expected. It was a very warm day in July and Mary Ann was ‘sitting in her room, her chin cupped in he hands, dreaming. Mrs. Henley was lying down in the ham- mock on the summer porch while Mrs. Pennington and Dick had gone to the town for some supplies. As Mary Ann sat there she suddenly heard Mrs. Henley scream, “Mary Ann, Mary Ann, hurry down, oh, please, hurry down. As quick as a flash of lightning Mary Ann was There lay Mrs. Henley stricken with fright while near her stood a mad dog frothing at the downstairs. mouth and seemingly enjoying Mrs. Henley’s What could she do? except a flower pot and grabbing this she threw it at terror. There was nothing on hand the dog. Instead of stunning him as she had intended she missed him. Тһе dog’s attention was quickly averted from Mrs. Henley to her. With one bound he jumped at Mary Ann and bit her on the arm. That was the last she remembered. When she awoke to consciousness she was in hei She felt a sharp pain in her arm as she tried to move it, and room and the doctor was bending over her. as she recalled all that had happened she began io cry. Mary Ann, she heard Dick сау. Dick, she replied weakly. A few weeks later Mr. Banlan, the Chairman of the Board of Education received the following letter: Dear Mr. Banlan: I regret very much that I will not be able to take over the school in September, as I am going to be New York my married and am going to make permanent home. Y ours truly, Mary Ann Pennington.

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ing black and silver; and from the top ol her blonde head, to the пр of her dainty slipper , she looked the perfect flapper of today. She acted the part, too. All evening she flirted outrageously. She was the undisputed belle ol the occasion. She ven had а smile for Jack, who tasted the dregs of bitterness when he saw this fair vision who had once been his, courted and feted by a legion of adorers owards the end of that hateful evening the heart- broken youth almost fainted with joy He saw Mary alone on the veranda. After all, Auld Lang Syne is the nearest and dearest to our hearts and the chums soon made up [he tactful Rita went home with Bill to the joy of that young man. Mary was escorted by her wandering boy who wandered no more and indeed they are still called “Mary and her Lamb.”’ WOULDN'T YOU LIKE TO KNOW? By Syd Broder I know a girl with teeth of pearl, And shoulders white as snow; She lives—ah well, I must not tell. Wouldn’t you like to know? Her sunny hair is wondrous fair, And wavy in its flow; Who made it less One little tress? Wouldn't you like to know? Her eyes are blue, celestial hue, And dazzling in their glow; On whom they beam With melting gleam— Wouldn't you like to know? She has a name, the sweetest name That language can bestow: Twould break the spell If I should tell. Wouldn’t you like to know? Е-712 арр ee MEMORIES By Samuel Klausner Gone, gone are ihe zoodly days When I was wont to roam, On the very rugged sandy beach Of my old New England Home. П. I can see ihe treat gigantic rock Where on a spot пе ег touched by sea, We'd climb to fish from that one place, My brother Bert and me. ПІ. In fall with shot-guns in ош hands, And with our old dog, Bear, We'd go into the wooded fens In search of һе fleet-foot hare. IV. I left my old New England home For to зо and fortune seek, And the very rugged sandy beach I forgot within one week. V. But now I'm too old to seek for wealth And al ways by the sea, І can picture my New England home, My brother Bert, and me! The latest yellow menace—Mah Jong. [he lost cord has been found at last in the of a tire.