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

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1 4 be darned if record by two-fifths for ped Jerry. the time was unofhcial, [ wo reporters got ıt the you East, not to two twenty yard elebrate It's my treat.” “but our first stop is the Letter to a Friend lear friend, the time of year n things into our souls will come with their light turn night to day, it sent by the sun. nd now this earth : lorns itself, It’s not of tH IS, OUI earthly world, And field and hill in splendor bloom; It’s something sent from far away. And things that are from God deri ved Oh, cease your grief, my dearest friend, R« lace the bleached winte r gloom. For nous ht but joy belongs to May. I I know your grief will pass away If you but live with Nature’s best; And she will while away your thoughts, And give you peace and long lost rest. Edmund Rauch. A burnt child dreads the fire. Now who can give me a sentence different in wording, but meaning ARNOLD COLLEGE the same thing?” For Hygiene and Physical Education L. Bernstein—A washed child dreads the water. Three-year Degree Cours New Haven Normal School of Gym- nastics Two-year Diploma Course faculty Complete indoor equip- B. ZINBERG SON and outdoor facilities including Wholesale Appointment Bureau, successful - graduates. General Merchandise 50 Stratford Place Newark, N. J. 1466 Chapel St., New Haven, Connecticut

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round of gaiety, ending in a month of freedom from restrictions of training and all the money he could spend in a twenty-four hour day. As they came up to the starting point, Jerry tried to forget. He gave Hudson a quick, calculating look and his hopes sank, but he lost none of his determina- tion. The Stanford quarter-miler truly looked dan- gerous, his lines showed him to have the strength of Bud and the speed of Jerry, and as he stood on his toes breathing deeply, he looked like a young god. As they were called to their places, Jerry shud- dered and muttered, “I must win! Oh! I must win!” “On your marks—get set!” called the starter slow- ly, then after a second’s pause that seemed lıke a cen- At the sound the men leaped forward, Jerry and Hudson ahead, fighting for the inside track. were close behind. tury to Jerry, his pistol cracked. Bud and the other Stanford men As Jerry won the lead in the first fifty yards he felt a sudden lightness, he felt as if he had suddenly been given wings. His spikes bit into the cinders and his long strides seemed effortless and free. He was go- ing to win. The thought of it made him run faster, and by the end of the hundred yard dash he had gained three feet over Hudson. Faster and faster Jerry ran without effort, gaining a foot and then another over Bud and Hudson who ran abreast. Dimly he heard a mighty cheer from the bleachers, and he smiled inwardly as the sound of his name came to him. The people were yelling; he was going to win. From a point of vantage, Coach Bender studied the race, he saw Bud and Hudson fight side by side down the track, and then looked at Jerry. The wonderful speed, amazing as it was, did not please the coach. He knew only too well that Jerry could not stand the strain. He had let himself out too soon. Bud was running a much wiser race. Jerry's sense of victory lessened when he heard the sound of another runner behind him. Then for the first time he realized that he was tired. Pains shot through his legs, and his feet felt like lead. He was falling behind! He was overtaken. He saw a flash of crimson and white go past him, then another of blue and white, and then he knew that Hudson had passed him with his team-mate Bud on his heels. He He struggled to sprint, fell out of his stride and lost an- ran on feeling that the race was nearly over. [hen with a great His other foot. He began to stagger. effort he struggled doggedly after the two. breath came in gasps, but he ran on blindly. Some distance ahead he saw the judges opposite With the last ounce of his strength he The tape, snapped across the breast of his friend, Bud. the finish line. sprang forward in a sprint. But it was too late. A foot behind him Hudson crossed the line; Jerry came in third, being two feet behind him. As he stumbled free from the men who supported him and made his way dazedly toward the showers, he heard a cheer of Perkins! Perkins! Perkins! Then an instant later his own name, Granger! Granger! Granger! was shouted to the sky. When he reached the showers they were deserted He stripped hastily, and the cold water revived him. He rubbed himself dry, and pulled on his street clothes, and then stole out through the gate used by the laborers. Carefully avoiding the few people on the campus he went to a quite spot, where he flung himself on the grass, and with his head buried in his arms sobbed. He didn’t care whether California won or not, all that he thought of was his defeat, and He knew that he did not have his railroad fare to Massachusetts, Jerry lay there till dusk trying to think, finally realizing the all that it meant to his mother and him. and he hated the thought of borrowing. futility of it, he got up and walked back across the campus to the house where he lived. Anyway he must look up Bud and congratulate him, he was really glad Bud had won, it showed that he was made of the right stuff and could fight and win when he wanted to. On the stand in the hall Jerry found a telegram ad- dressed to him. “Good luck. He tore it open and read: I am counting on you to win. — Mother.” Tears gleamed in his eyes when he thought of how he had failed. Just as he turned to go upstairs the front door burst open and Jerry saw Bud and Coach Bender. With one leap they were upon him pounding him affectionately on the back. Then Bud saw the tears in his eyes and the telegram in his hand.

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WHERE MEN ARE MEN AND WOMEN ARE GOVERNORS о Ву Max Goldstein Part I—Mission Scene: Starlight Hdat. “Jack Laurie, the grim voice of Captain O'Malley boomed out, “Yez have yer aarders?” “Yes, Cap,” replied Jack Laurie, with his accus- tomed drawl. “Yez have yer insthructions?” From out of his waist pocket Laurie took a small was his answer. Starlight Travel to the ends of parcel. “I reckon so, Yez know the Laurie, I nade not rules of the Rangers, tell yez. the woruld and no matter how many times yez die, Yez Bringing his right hand up to his hat, Laurie smart- I get yer man! may go. ly saluted. The grimness left Captain O'Malley's stern visage, and he grasped Laurie's hand while he said with tears in his eyes, “Jack, me bhoy, good luck and may God For full well O'Malley knew and bless yez on the trail. its terrors. Then right hand met right hand frank eyes looked into frank eyes. “Thanks, Сар,” said Laurie simply. Then he smartly performed an about face and Neither had attended the picture shows all this time for nothing. with head erect walked from the room. Jack Laurie stood on the top of a hill in full marching order. Strapped to his back was his haver- sack containing an electric stove, telephone, radio, glasses, ammunition and some Alger and Buffalo Bill books. Dangling by his side were his guns and his canteen. His horse was somewhat similarly equipped. Almost lost in the hot dust of the Texas country a dim, hazy speck moved quickly. tightened his belt. “TIl get you, Squinteye Pete, he said through clinched teeth, for the dim speck on the horizon was Laurie’s man. Laurie scanned the surrounding country. His eyes narrowed and he Parl II. All's Well That Ends Well Arizona Desert 3C ene: . thirst . blistering heat Hot sands . . hunger would it never cease? Years had passed since Laurie had started for hıs man. So far he had trailed him through the two Americas. In his hunger he had sacrified his horse. His stove, radio, sack, water, etc., were all gone ex- cept his guns, for he had thrown all away to preserve Now he was slipping, crawling oveı dry. His His face was bedecked his strength.. the hot sands, his throat parched and tongue hung from his mouth. with sweat and grime. His fingers nervously clutched his automatic and through his glasses he saw a dim He started for- ward with renewed courage for the grim hour of speck lying on the hot sands ahead. reckoning was at hand. Slowly, stumbling and crawling he approached the silent form of a gaunt, exhausted figure. Laurie cov- ered the man with his gun, with a grimness that even However, Squinteye Pete had the surprised himself. evaded the law for last time. Resignedly he spoke. “Laurie, you win ‘cause I’m most gone. I give ир.” Pete, cleared his parched throat and then took out a parcel Stumbling down besides Squinteye Laurie from his waist pocket. Squinteye Pete, he said, boring him with his steel grey eyes, I have some tickets for the rodeo that comes on the 21st, at ten bucks a piece. How many are yu gawna take, Pete—how many?” this fiercely. Tossing out a well filled wallet, Squinteye Pete muttered, Gimme a drink, and then took the batch of tickets. Jack Laurie had got his man!