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

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JAZZ [his famous jazz that they applaud, These music-makers bring such din, It seems to me, is one big fraud. It sounds as though they're hitting tin. | his jazz, with all its wailing tones, Once more a sad and sweet old tune, Just sends a shudder through our bones. I'd like to hear my mammy croon. [ће blues in which they all delight, My mother, who would often sing, Will some day make my hair grow white. Did teach me songs that mem'ries bring. [he blaring trumpets that resound, That melody will never wane, Remind me of a wailing hound. Till I forget that old refrain. lhe saxophone that loudly whines, [he music that is now the rage, Oft makes me think of sad canines. Will ne'er replace that other age. —Florence Begel. CUPID'S DAY-OFF He went to Cupid’s garden; He gazed into her basket, He wandered o'er the land, He wished he had a taste; The moon was shining brightly ; There sat his lovely charmer He held her little—shawl. . His arm around her—umbrella. Yes, he held her little shawl, Embracing her umbrella, How fast the evening flies! This charming little Miss, ‘They spoke in tones of love; Her eyes so full of mischief, He gazed into her—lunch basket. He slyly stole a—sandwich. —Mary Kula. COMMENCEMENT SONG The day has dawned, the night is nigh, And may we always bring thee fame, Hearts beat happy at Central High, Always deserving to bear thy name! But, sorrow, too, is coupled there, We cannot part without a care; Mother of Wisdom, Minerva fair, Perhaps the tears are shed in gladness, Ripe in knowledge, in judgment rare, Oh, Alma Mater, dispel our sadness! We cannot leave without a throe, To you all that we are we owe; CHORUS And though today our pathway sever, ` We shall remember you forever. So, Central High, we bid adieu, With love still in our hearts for you; —Arthur E. O'Brien.