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

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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.

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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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