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

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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!

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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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Song in a Full Dress Suit In the dark suit that covers me, Beyond the course of soup and fish Black as the pit from top to toe; Looms but the horror of the ре; nd yet on every new-served dish, I know the proper fork to ply. I thank wha eve! gods may be, г [hat I can sip my soup just so. In the fell clutch of butter knives It matters not if I’m served corks, | | | [ have not smeared nor greased ту cuff; Or if they give me raw typhoons ; For me no furtive frowns of wives; I am the master of my forks, I am the captain of my spoons! William Deats [ do not heed the least rebuff. A Teacher to His Pupil peril always lurks I'll grieve, but hold my tongue. You shall never hear me thundei [o him whose work he shirks. While you blunder on, and blunder. THUS When a fallacy you stick to I'll never contradict you. When your speec hes are absurd We both shall have our ends nd continue being friends? l'll never say a word. Harold Weinstein. When you shall argue wrong, SPRING And complaining Another sign of spring. [he fans their eyes are straining, | heard a robin singing [hat's a sign of spring. I saw blue birds a-winging To see them biff and bing, While the players are just itching To knock the very stitching From the ball the hurler’s pitching With a mean and wicked wing, Oh boy, it’s Spring! Oh, Boy! Oh, Boy! It's Spring. Edwin Hearn. Another sign of spring. [he crocuses are a-croaking [he bull-frogs are a-soaking In the mill-pond, I’m not joking, [he ball teams are a-training TO EEE LEE BEE A EP: Er PE SET. Re TE б ста БЫ IN MEMORIAM JOHN FRYDLEWITZ Born Oct. 17, 1908 Died May 3, 1926