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

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Uu insu laught. Icy fingers reached out from the North and 1 А | congealed the countryside [he moon ird and | luminous, shone aown witl | А x ville slept, blanketed by a Midnight ince pa sed N | | | lorni g came | f 1 shone dow! warmth, melting the snow | »tore-keepers opened hei gan their daily production morning paper, 1 | поскеа wouldn't t ili ‹ the awtu But the facts—indisputable Farmville Gazette was reliable, tory ran: UNIQUE DEATH OF NOTED VILI Charles Freem in Was found this morning in Farmville Cemetery. Mr. Free- man, attorney for this county, was pronoun ed dead of heart failure by Dr. Harry Gibbons [he deceased was thirty-nine years old, and is | sid tomorrow, and the n Farmville Cemetery, the ] 1 11 urvived by a wife and two children ECONOMICS AS VIEWED BY SENIORS Clearing House—Sale of the Lost and Found Exchange Work (of any kind). „Л (mostly Lost). , Limitation of the output —99 per cent Partnership— Note books (of any kind) Circulating Capital —Gym clothes Clash of interest The book-worm climbing Luxuries——Elevator pass. ders and vice-versa Competition—Lunch room. Diminishing returns—Spanish, 60; French, } A 1 Р I Monoply— The motormen who stop at twenty-five I 744; American History, 42; Sten., minutes of nine.

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1 an li mre Лу ГНЕ MAN WHO NEVER CAME BACK Bert Murray Fliegelman, author of “Gon a cold, wintry evening. Midnight—of [he wind howled and wailed, creating an un- earthly cadence as of some lost soul. 1 ree-tops swayed and creaked beneath the herce onslaught. Icy fingers reached out from the North and congealed the shone moon, hard and luminous, light. And blanketed by a soft canopy of fleecy snow. countryside. [he down with an eerie Farmville | slept, t about this time a tall, powerful figure was mov- ing rapidly toward the outskirts of the village. His And even in the fitful, in- valid light of the moon, the man’s face appeared ruddy stride was long and sure. and strong. Suddenly he stopped and peered ahead. For a moment only, then he continued the march. As he strode on he ruminated: Oughtn't to worry about Spooks? l here's nothing to it, and it means this at all. l'here's nothing to stop me. Huh, no such. chance to get with the They'll laugh, will they? ГІ fifty simoleons and a even bunch back there. show them! s he widened, and before his expectant gaze there appeared reached a bend in the road, the farm-land the dim and hazy outlines of a great number of graves. and white, glaring tomb-stones. He [he scene was familiar to He shook his head as if to dispel some unwanted thought, and took it all in at a glance. him. Many, many times had he seen it. moved ahead. He moved more quickly, searching for a particular mound. At last he halted, and read the inscription on the tombstone. He heaved a sigh of intense relief. His nervous system was cracking under the strain, and the sooner he was through with this ghastly business, the better. Um; so here you are, he gestured. “Took me long enough to find you. Should know this place by now. Gosh, but this thing makes me feel creepy. Shouldn't have taken that last glass, to-night of all nights. Well, well; better get to work.” Guess it was some of Mac's hard cider. lo Ruin,’ ' Out of the Ether, etc. He knelt at the foot of the grave, and withdrew a small object from his coat-pocket. From the other poc ket of the great-coat he took a large hammer. The man adjusted his position and began to pound upon the small object held in his left hand. Very slowly at first, then faster, the small object sank unto the At last the man seemed satisfied, and replaced the hammer in his ро‹ ket. hard ice and the harder ground beneath. He looked down at what he had done. Well done, was worth the half-century note. he smiled at the tombstone. — Sure Why, | couldn't And what a laugh Ii 'He who have done better anywhere. get at the expense of the bunch back there. laughs last,’ sort of.” And very suddenly he realized that something was wrong. A strange blur had appeared before his eyes and dimmed his sight. Ап eerie moan came from somewhere close by. He attempted to rise, and found it impossible. Something was clutching at his back. A creepy finger trailed an icy touch down his spine. Ihe sweat stood out on his clammy forehead. He was He must act to get out of here. do something But that was holding . . He didn't believe It was ridiculous to think growing panicky. anything . at his back .what was it. clutch- ing... pulling . . . moaning . in ghosts. О course not. that he did. But yet. there was something at his back.. He was afraid (was he afraid to turn his head to take a look? he did not believe in the nonsense of spooks) and he . something horrible . . . terrible . . . awful. Why, he had said over and over again that dared not glance back. But he must . he must . . . he must! Good Oh! God... E3 х х With a quick jerk his head spun round God—it was there—white—leering The wind howled and wailed, creating an un- earthly cadence as of some lost soul in utter despair. Tree-tops swayed and creaked beneath the fierce on-

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are sadder than these notes e from music-laden throats; radiant smiles and garments fan bear. memory found We go content to leave behind [he joys that others уе! will find In Central, where are laid the seeds Of noble men and worthy deeds. n a great high school in Newark Make thei peeches, do their singing | Students come and go each day Keep it quiet as a pin Rush at eight A. M. to High Street And at three they tear away Every day they keep appointments, Pass their tests and mount a step; p the stairs they climb and downstairs, Every week they climb up higher earning lessons like a breeze, H ights, to prove no lac k ої pep : Through their Latin, French and Spanish Couldn't tarry lest they freeze. We have 4B's, 3B's, 2B's, We have A's and also C's, For they have brains, you see, at Central, We have Seniors, Juniors, Soph'mores, [hey can comprehend so quick . nd the Freshmen thick as peas. [hat the teachers have to hurry Faster than the clock can tick. We have dark girls, light girls, brownies, Some with eyes of blue, some black; Basketball, and gym and jumping We're truly all American, ” Contests, races, too, to run; For no nation do we lack. ( lass-meets, 5¢ hool-meets, spet d-te sts, € ooking PIVOT, orchestra for fun. American, clear through and through, With рер and vim and grace; [hus they keep the ball a-rolling; American in spirit, Home-work, note-books, fun besides, Го meet battle face to face. [hus they master every duty, Watchful that no six betides. So we're out to win for Central Го surpass all schools that race, When time comes for the Assembly, Го show ош Joy and valor, Up they get and slip straight in, And keep Central in first place.