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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ptor га Е? КЕЕ СБТ in FACULTY NOTES By Ida Goldman In all my young life I have not undertaken as diffi- cult a task as obtaining faculty notes, but I have braved the storm. Our faculty is extremely modest. It reminds me of Gray's famous line, Full many a flower is bom to blush unseen. I did not realize what an accomplished faculty Central possesses until I began to interview its members. I first tripped in “оп a light fantastic toe to in- terview Mr. Wm. Wiener, our esteemed principal, but he told me that he did not have time to see me as Good luck to you, dear friend, as you have wished us many he was studying for his bar exams. in May. times in the past, and are wishing us for the future. Then I hurried to the second floor to see Miss Lavers, our hard-working and well wishing faculty adviser. I’m afraid she'll never realize just how much she has done for her brood. Miss Lavers is a Pennsylvanian. Her dad, being the principal of Easton High School, she comes natu- rally by her ability to handle classes. Miss Lavers is a graduate of Easton Pa. High School, Goucher College and Columbia University, and studied in Berlin, Dresden and Stuttgart. To think that our faculty adviser had fifty points for a Ph.D. degree, but, she told me, “I stopped study- ing when I adopted this family. She belongs to 13 clubs. Besides making a suc- cess of our play “The Full House , Miss Lavers also put on in other schools, “Officer 666 Alcestis , a Greek play. and Miss Lavers was head of department of history in School of Education, Cleveland, Ohio, and assis- tant history teacher at Teacher's College, Columbia University. The most exciting thing in my life was when I at- tempted to commit suicide (2) by drowning in Shagg Lake, Maine. aid. Her favorite pastimes are canoeing and golf. Well, spring is here, Miss Lavers! Со to it! The more I heard the more I wanted to hear. Therefore, I hurried to the fourth floor to see Mr. Herzberg, another great man in our midst. On the way up, I met Charlie Schneider from whom I was It required ten people to come to my 24 Mr. Schneider said that nothing exciting ever happened to him in his sure I could get some interesting data. life, but I pleaded with him so he said he'd be a good sport and manage to have something happen to him in the next few days. Every time I met him I ques- tioned him if anything had as yet happened. Finally one day he burst forth with, Look here, young lady, if you don’t stop bothering me, something exciting will happen around here. And I quietly departed. To go back to Mr. Herzberg (by the way, I'm still on my way to Room 408). New York City, and educated there and in the schools He took his A.B. degree at Columbia He was born in of our city. University. Mr. Herzberg taught for five years in Barringer, and in 1912 was made head of our English depart- ment. He is the co-author of “Speaking and Writing English, editor of Stories of Adventure, literary editor of the Newark Evening News, and has con- tributed to the New York Times and other publica- tions. He is the president of the Stephen Crane Association. [п 1912 he was chosen as one of the hundred poets included in “The Lyric Year. Some of his verse appears also in the anthology, ‘Poems of New Jersey. In a book review recently published in the New York Times, from the pen of the noted writer Charles Willis Thompson, occurs this passage relating to Mr. Herzberg :— “If it were not for stumbling occasionally against some mysterious stranger like Max J. Herzberg of the Newark Evening News, one could be tempted to say that there was not a single critic in America ex- cept Simeon Strunsky. This proves that not only Centralites uphold Mr. Herzberg as a great critic. After playing hide and seek with Miss Undritz for a few days, I finally managed to question her during a study period. She is formerly a resident of New York. Her greatest hobby is crossing the ocean, as she has already crossed seven times. “I am fond of reading and assigning home-work. (I used to be in her French class, so I can vouch for the latter) | | asked her to relate to me some humorous incident that occurred in school On a test Miss Undritz