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

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СИМУ ЗАЛА ЧҮЙ IS SHE FAIR? ve me court the laughing muse, raft her confidence beguile; o learn he lore and thus amuse, Мпа gently teach the sad to smile? W ould’st have me seek her fond regard, With innuendo gain her grace; hat she, in turn, might make me bard, Го fell the gloom of commonplace? Would’st have me win her for my own, With sly aspersion make her mine; Апа thus, with ease, assume the crown, With her my mate . . my valentine? Would'st have me win her such a way, By voicing tales I ne'er could tell ; Untruths to maids I never say! But tell me, please, where does she dwell? Bert Murray Fliegelman. Her tongue 1 Earth will not yield LUGGAGE [hat which I never knew Мпа women keep Books for English; books for reference ; heir secrets deep (I very teacher has her preference! ) Bevond their lovers’ view Books for science, math., and history ; (How it holds them is a mystery! ) Gym shoes, middy; keys and candy; Magazines to come in handy; FRACTIONS Bathing cap and yellow glasses; Home-work done for several classes; In grandma’s day of frill and curl Notebooks many; pens and pencils; “Twas nine-tenths dress and one-tenth girl Mimeographs trom inky stencils ; Now skirts grow shorter, stockings less; Gloves and purse and powder puff She's nine-tenths girl and one-tenth dress. Why name more? We've named enough Годау we mix the bold and соу; [o tell, in brief, what's in brief-cases. She's one-half girl and one-half boy. No wonder girls make funny faces. Helen Say, Dot, where do you bathe? Ruth—Why so downcast? Dot—In the spring. Fendrick—I brought my shoes to the shoemaker Helen—I didn't say when— I said where. to be heeled and he soled (sold) them.

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REVERIES OF A SENIOR I stood on the brink of the universe Musing away into space, When a vision appeared before me Filled with a wondrous grace. I knew not what it betoken'd, Or why you were standing there, But I thought that never a visage Had ever been half so fair. [hen far away in the distance, A cadence fell on my ears, l'hrough space rolled celestial music, Twas the harmony of the spheres. Could it be that my Desdemona Had come from beyond the tomb, Го lead me into the infinite Through the valley of darkness and gloom? Y ou led me along serenely, Till we entered the circle of light, Now we are free from our fetters And dwell in immortal delight. Ella Bau r. SONNET—TO BIOLOGY and is it toil in. vain lore, [wo periods a day [hat I should delve amid thy ancient And view with misty eyes God's creatures slain; Poor infant aves, and tiny mice—and more, for thee all this is done. O Shame! [hat I could name Thou hast let loose these puny souls Such thoughts attend my mind, and dark its sun. What crimes have been committed in thy name? And yet No more shall I pursue this dreary course such horrors can but last a year; Of slaying those that Nature holds so dear. And yet—I hold these small, for ‘tis, perforce, A needed ill that I must use to sate Che credits that I need to graduate. Nathaniel L. Helfman. A HOME-WORK ASSIGNMENT An assignment was given in class one warm day Го compose a few stanzas of rhyme. I thought and I thought just what plot I ГШ I suddenly glanced at the lime. [hen seconds and minutes and Since I sat at my table to write, W hen What Poetry, poetry caused my delay, who came along but my brother and detained me so late in the night. I answered with sorrowful face, [ can't seem to make up my mind what to say | he world seems a large, black, blank place. “Why of the Good poets do that in their prose, write flowers, Some of them write about whispering leaves Апа others about the red rose.” “It’s all very well what good poets can write.” Said I with a gesture of grace, But poets don't sit at their tables all night And gaze into miles of blank space. Again I looked up at the old mantel clock, [he hour was nigh nearing three, [he time flew so fast that I had a So that bed was the best place for me DAWN Shadowy darkness fades away, A faint star dimmer grows. Diana upon the silent earth Her last wan beam bestows; | he sky grows silver gray. Slow-waking birds in sleeping trees Now twitter softly, low. Aurora tints the rosy sky; Chen with a motion slow Sends forth the herald breeze, Through eastern gales to greet the sun. Gently a pale gold beam Peeps o'er the edge and makes the way For many more to gleam; [he day is now begun. hours had passed ask grave shoc k, should lay ] „еа the birds and the bee 5,

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TEHRE TEMAT ROUNDING rir THE HORN IN A BRIG By Bert Lowres When Johnsonn, the tall, blonde captain of ош brig entered my dingy cabin and fearlessly ordered me on deck, a feeling of both awe and despair over- came me. “It can't be helped sir, he explained, “but you know these Horn blows are devilish. I'm sorry, but we need every man available on deck. When he had departed I felt more ill than before If Johnsonn, one of the most renowned ship-masters of the time was in need of aid other than that of a full crew, the impending storm could be no mediocre one. It may have been my cowardly nature that made me tremble as I stumbled up the hatch-way to the deck; yet it may have been the natural lubberishness that But the truth is that if I were not prompted to stumble through lack still existed in all my movements. of courage, I certainly felt the tentacles of cowardice clutching at the very roots of my being. A strange warmth greeted me as І breathed in the fresh sea air. But I was sailor enough to know that this atmosphere was invariably the sign of evil weather. It was a storm known to seamen as а sou'wester' ' Toward the southwest I could dis em a tiny bal! very like a puff—of reddish black, and as I watched I could see the cloud rolling toward us, gaining bulk as it advanced. My heart leaped with a vigor I had never thought possible. Frightened, I gazed into the water about us. Choppy, foam-crested waves were dashing against the beams of our sturdy little craft. The motion of the vessel at length became so violent, and the winds began to blow in such fierce gusts that, for fear of my precarious footing, I fastened my oil-jacket securely about me and hurriedly made my way to the deck- rail, to which object of safety I tenaciously held. But I had not long stood, or rather, clung here before the captain hailed me. He was, as I had anticipated, in no amicable mood. “Are you Get forward and give a hand with that jib. “Good Lord!” he cried at sight of me. dumb? She’s coming on now, and coming fast. Burning with less indignation than shame, I prawled across the slippery deck. My action was none too soon, for the full fury of the storm broke upon us at once. Unlike what I had always believed, the first flurry was not a preliminary squall, for the гаш continued to pour upon us ın torrents, and the wind to whistle shrilly through the rigging with such ferocity that I was frightened nearly out of my senses. However, enough of my scattered wits remained to prompt me to clamber forth among the crew and join in the vari- ous tasks. It seemed that everyone was shouting, “Pull with a will, boys, but myself. I, however, soon entered into then spirit when the first mate announced that the hold was flooded over a foot in depth. Immediately upon this announcement, uttered with remarkab!e com- placency, I thought, I joined in with the heartiest of them all. And I did pull with a will. I was so occupied with my duties that I did not know that I was soaked to the skin, not with rain, but with perspi- ration. In fact my tasks became so numerous that I pulled with a will only with the greatest of phy- I struggled to lower the halyards [ tug- ged at the port roya! sical pain. I helped to man the pumps. Suddenly, in the midst of my work, something struck me. I afterwards found it to be the boom of the mainsail. The blow promptly knocked me into insensibility. When I awoke I found myself lying in my own damp cabin. But my fears were abated when the captain smilingly announced that we had cleared the Horn waters many a hardy life had gone to a watery, hor- the feared Cape Horn, in whose choppy rible grave.