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

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filled with baccy for the last time. Every particle of strength was necessary to keep the life-blood cours- Speaking was fast becoming Yet, he summoned up enough ing through his veins. a Herculean task. strength, when Kate and her three brothers came to his bedside to say, May th’ divil sail away wid the half о” yous.” Was it filial love and sympathy that urged them to that bedside? their goal. since there are such things as wills and Not in the long run! Money was heirs, but Josh did not let even that pass over his head. He emphatically told the lawyer that “‘ivery cint ап” red nickle goes to me Irish Mary. The sun rose high and resplendent upon that Sab- bath morn, when old Josh ventured forth to join those who had fallen for the Stars and Stripes. and those who, like himself, had perished on life's gory battle- feld. He had died at his Irish Mary's! e Ww Uw wx a e The petals of an early June rose lay strewn upon his coffin, four muskets rent the air, the call of a bugle and his Irish Mary sounded in the distance, wept. A Perfect Senior Speech By Helen Klepacky He is busily conversing with his neighbor and does not hear his name announced. Someone nudges him {rom behind, whereupon he wheels around and chal- lenges the intruder with a bat in the eye if he tries to get funny. Suddenly realizes he is next, and makes a two-yard dash for the steps. Reaches the last step in safety, when he unwarily trips and sprawls head foremost on the platform, giving his head a love tap, and hitting his funny-bone against the leg of a chair. The assembly immediately becomes a bedlam of giggles and subdued laughter. Severely reproaches himself for his hastiness. Abruptly raises himself, caressingly rubbing his bruised skull-pate. and brush- ing his clothes. Much embarrassed, and grinning sheepishly he begins the ordeal. Mr. Herzberg, members of the faculty, and fel- Suff rin” cats, he didn't address the Launches low students.” guest. Well, he didn't see him anyway. into speech and waxes enthusiastic as no discrepancies Wishes he had wom the tie Aunt Kate im- Ma was right when occur. posed on him for Christmas. she said this red one was too loud. Wonders if Betty (the girl-friend) is in the assembly. Devoutly hopes she isn't. Suddenly forgets what comes next, and cranes his neck to hear the prompter when some- body politely decides to cough. and frustrates his hopes. Takes a step nearer the edge of the platform and accidentally lands on a stage light, promptly smashing it to flitterjigs. The prompter mischievously bellows the next word in a resounding voice, to the delight of the assembly. Gets started with increasing embarrassment and continues without mishap for some time. Exultant!y lauds himself on his good luck. Lowers gaze to the first row, and finds his class- mates grinning triumphantly at his distress. Oh boy! what a circus there'll be when they make then debut. Vehement!y vows he will bring a slingshot or at least a putty blower for their amusement on that occasion. Ye gods! he isn't going to sneeze! Не mustn't! Oh, if he could only get to the finish somehow, any- Rushes along. giving vent to a meaningless Almost done! Oh, darn the luck, what the deuce comes next? It’s coming =... ah—AHHHH—CHOOO! The assembly roars without restraint. hand into pocket in quest of a handkerchief. Mis- takes pocket lining for the desired 'kerchief, and hurriedly pulls it out, duly sprinkling the platform with an assortment of coppers, nickles, and dimes. Sudden!y remembers, to his chagrin, that he left hand- Nervously continues speech after considerable prompting. Almost Ah, the last sentence! Done! Right about faces to leave platform, when he spies his week's allowance bedeck- ing the stage. Throws dignity to the winds and bends down to gather them up. Plunges behind the stage, leaving the assembiy in a perfect pandemonium. how! jumble of words. com- He thrusts kerchief on the dresser. done! 10

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Opium By Ben-Ami Kaplan commencement night in the city high school ТЕГЕ wd the auditorium 15 packed. The school orchestra fitfully. drowned by the hum and bustle of the | his able as it 15 interesting. Mis embled audience. last, the audience, is аз deep hush drowns all sound. [he orchestra kes up the processional march and the heroes of tay [ne m. AM eyes turn to the streaming double ied slowly out of the center doorway. Ап wersotic looking youth leads the procession with a woud chin and happy smile. “That's Jack Finkelstein.” irienels among the seated to his peroxided partner. the Lancet. Snappiest line for a feller like him you ever heard. whispers one of his “President of his class and editor of D» some big shot all right.” [Һе girls keep sailing down the center aisle all blushing and proud in their white silks and laces while their male escorts, in dark jackets and duck trousers. keep step with assumed nonchalance and artificial in- difference. Applause in profusion abounds as they take their seats on the platform. Immediately begins their silent searching of the seeming multitudes before them in the hopes that each may weed out a dear face г two for an imcomparably deiightful telepathy hrough the whole evening. Jack Finkelstein sitting at the front where all presi- dents and editors are expected to sit, has no trouble in finding his folks the seventh row from the front. He smiles to them with much satisfaction and Mr. and Mrs. Finkelstein and family are in heavenly bliss. heir Jakie, the one apple of their eyes, he—their lakie—is president of the Senior Class of June 1929; he. Jakie, is editor-in-chief of the Lancet. “Мата,” whispers little Anna, her eyes large with Jakie is right in front, in the big chair. “Sh! my darling. Look.” [he principal. a kindly gray-haired man. an- ‘Chief Factors for Success.” an address bv Jack Finkelstein.” Applause. awe, look! nounces: Jack Finkelstein rises from his big chair and «peaks. He speaks well, with a ring of true convic- He, within himself, believes He believes becauses he him- on and determination. »verything he is saying. self has experienced most everything he propounds to he booms, “із the direct Where happiness you may be sure, my friends, that there was And Jack is happy. Happy to sit in the big chair before his fellow-graduates. happy to stand and deliver his ideas on success and vive his own personal views and advice on the subject. He has been one of the outstanding forces at school and has made himself liked, and Jack liked to be When he finishes with an eloquent phrase his audience. “Success,” cause of personal happiness. there is no previousiy no success. popular. and a gesture full of meaning he sits down in his big chair amid thundering applause. The principal must wait a few moments for the commotion to subside. [he program continues. Ail this while a pale looking senior sitting toward the back is gazing abstractedly in the direction of his His name is Harry Gimbelson and tasted that success which his friend below experiences all along. Не never had that de- Not that he was indifferent, because he wasn't. Far from it. Не only thought it a lot of hot air and nothing else. As for success: didn't he make good in his studies? Didn't he belong to the Debating Club? Couldn't he have made the varsity debating team but that an- cther friend wanted to make it very badly and he stepped away in his favor? Didn't he belong to a number of clubs but never thought it essential to hold office? Not that he was proud, nor, on the other hand, was he afflicted with an inferiority complex. He was neither. It just meant forty below zero to him. He liked the activities and worked. and that was his satisfaction. His folks. his mother espec ially, would always put up Jack as an example of a live wire and as an exponent of success in later life. She would try to persuade him to become a more spec- tacular figure at school. But Harry always resisted. Now. as he is sitting there toward the back of the platform, he regrets that he had ever resisted. No, not for his own sake. For himself it still means nothing. But as he regards the Finkelstein family below as they are near bursting with happiness and After parents below. he has never sire. It meant nothing to him. pride he feels a deep pang for his own parents.