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

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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

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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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ЗЫ Ре eur RESUME Bv Max Goldstein Four long and joyful years have passed at last, And I, with cheerful face and sparkling eye, With great pride for the honors I amassed, [hink of the anxious weary years gone by. “Twas on a cool and breezy autumn morn, lhat I first to this noble structure came And saw some students gay, and some forlorn, Four years have passed and still it is the same. How strange at first this plac e to me did seem, )ut now the wonder of it all has gone, And things of what I never thought to dream, New hopes and new desires have been b orn. What struggles and what trials Га to bear, But each in turn I've met and overcome, And with. success which to me seemed quite rare, I've had my troubles—still Гуе had my fun. )ut now | stand with proud complacent look, То me there are no cares, no doubts, no fears; Still how I conquered each new intricate book, Will always be the wonder of my years. Amor Poetae Your beauty is a flushing rose That flutters in the breeze of May. [he rose must fade when autumn comes. Must then your beauty too away? My love for you is pure and true Like yon high mountain's peak of snow. The snow will melt when spring-time comes. Must then our love thus also go? — Edmund Rauch. H. Brodsky— Was your landlady indignant when she asked for another month’s rent? M. Feld—On the contrary, old man, it was I who was put out. SPRING ГУ. 21 TI Bv Ruth Colborn As I walked through the woods one day, l'owards the latter part ol May, Го my surprise Spring had been there; She'd left her traces everywhere. [Һе buds had just begun to peep After their covert winter's sleep. [he little brook just slipped along, Singing as it went a merry song. And as I mused beside the stream, Half in a daze, half in a dream, I heard a merry twitter above, Of a bird calling to his love. I saw the flowers had blown to grow, After their nap under the snow. [he dry twigs crackled beneath my feet, And I breathed the air so fresh and sweet. Spring had come, of that I was sure, And the sky above was a sapphire pure. “This, [he flow’rs, the birds, and the brook that mused І “is God's gift to man,” Beside me there just as I stood, Right in the very heart of the wood.” Historia Where are the deeds of Tiglath Pileser? Where is the might once possessed by great Rome? Where is the genius that once was Caesar? Where can their spirits at last find a home? Once there was greatness, and once there was power, Now but destruction, and ruin its mate. Gone are the heroes that w atched from yon tower Only the pages now tell of their fate. Edmund Rauch. Negro folk songs are simple and beautiful, and Jazz Is complex, but both are perfect reflections. of emotional states, pure in one case, stupid and vulgar in the other.