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

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all. if he himself didn't care. at least why did he not think of his parents? How happy they would have been if he were to have addressed this audience now! His reveries were interrupted by the principal's soft bass voice and again the president of the class rose, and with a forma! little speech, presented the Senior Gift to the school. Due thanks from the principal, and the program was resumed. In the middle of the class song little Anna clutched Look, Mama! there's Harry on see him? A pause. up front her mother's arm. the side over there Yes, darling, not so loud.” Mama, why don't Harry sit Jake is? Sh! І don't know. You must keep still.” But Mama, Harry's such a nice boy and they put him all the ways in the back. Why?” Listen, darling, keep still now. You'll ask Jake where a little later why Harry is sitting in the back. The diplomas are given out and as Harry passes Jack by, sincere congratulating smiles are exchanged beiween them. Jack begins to look eagerly at the loaded little table beside the principal's chair. Не knows that all the honors, letters and awards are on that little table. Не also knows that not a small share will soon be his, and he smiles to himself thinking of his address earlier in the evening. Harry sees the same little loaded table but feels worse for doing so. He cannot meet the gaze of his parents. Jack Finkelstein, flows the voice of the principal, receives one letter as president of his senior class.” The president rises. The voice flows on: “One as editor-in-chief of the Lancet. More applause. The editor steps forward. The principal had not finished. One letter as presi- dent of the General Organization. Jack, all aglow. shakes hands with the gray-haired тап and returns to his big chair. The acclamations below raise the This is the first time that student ever received three letters at commencement. Mr. and Mrs. Finkelstein are wild Jack is oblivious to all as further awards are given out to members of his class. He is intoxicated. He does not know what to do with the three envelopes so his kindly partner, a girl, takes them smilingly away and places them in her lap. You'll tear them, she whispers. Applause. same letter roof. any with ecstasy. Jack Finkelstein,” says the principal. Jack wakes up with a start. “А gold medal as captain of the debating team.” He receives it with a bow and again returns to his seat unconsciously smiling to the roaring audience. “To one of the best and most hard working mem- bers of the Debating Club, a complete edition of ‘Great Orations of the World,” to Harry Gimbelson. 7 Harry could hardly believe his own ears. Some one nudges him sharply and he stumbles down to the front and takes the white paper package from the smiling principal and returns bewildered. to his seat in the back. The hand-clapping is loud and sweet in his ears and now he dares look down to his parents with a happy grimace. Among those who receive medals as members of the fencing team is Jack again. When his name is called the applause is promoted to a shouting. Some baby, he is, remarks our peroxided friend amid the acclamations. You bet, more coming. says her side-kick, “апа there's Yea! Jack! And more does come. The Pasteur Club presents him with a book and the Rifle Club with a medal. The presentation of a scholarship for a four-year course in jurisprudence from some distant institution is the climax. It is that the commencement exercises of the class of June 1929 are the commence- ment exercises of Jack Finkelstein. In the vestibule he is swamped with acclamations. It takes the appear- ance of a sort of reception hall for his benefit. Even the janitors who know him well come to shake hands It is just as Jack expected clear with him and see him off. it to be. Harry’s acclaim by his parents and friends is much quieter and restrained. He himself is vastly pleased at the surprise afforded him by the Debating Club. He seeks out the president of the club, tali, red- headed, and thanks kin for the favor. Not at al!, Harry. you deserved it. we wouldn't have given it to you.” Otherwise “That was the best time I ever had in my life, says Jack to Harry when going home together in a taxi with their families following in another. “1 wish you all the luck in the world, Jack. Gee. but you were the whole cheese. As for myself. I'm (Continued on Page 73)

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At the Ringside Bv Stephen Mysko Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Chatter peaking. PIVOT and associated stations to- ht are broadcasting the checker battle of the century om Central Hail, Centralville, New Jersey. Р | contestants, as you know, аге Kid Kaplan of ‚wuytown and Jock Mudrick of Flounder Hollow. tese boys. as the sporting world is aware, are the survivors of the eliminating contest started right the Organ Fund Fair last fall. This is a All the big jump-and- tke men of the checker world are here. Did vou hear that? That cheer was for Kid Kursesman of Leap Lizard Mountain, undefeated champion for reat crowd, let me tell you. eighteen. years. He is getting a great ovation. hile the crowd is waiting for the big match I'll try ; tell you some of the prominent followers of the une who are here tonight. Let's see. l here's Harold Whitman with a party in a box. No. that isn't him, it’s Nathaniel Egg, the weil-known horseshoe throwing promoter the box is “мау over on the other side of the arena, and it's hard to se from here on account of my moustaches. Now while the boys are dressing I'll turn you over íor a moment so that you can hear the Centralville This band won the county contest at the I don't know Dand. Organ Fund Fair last summer. whether it is playing Turkey in the Straw or Pop Goes the Cider Bar'l, but it's great music, all right. Wait Ah, yes! Amzi Kaplan is coming down the center aisle. Can you hear that cheering? Kaplan has on his famous smile and tie that he wears in all his battles. . . . Listen to that He's getting an ovation, take it from me. It's hot down here under the corner of the ring, crowded with sport writers. . . . It's noisy, too, with the leader of the band keeping time with his heel right over my head. . Wait a Yes. Kaplan has climbed through the ropes And is bowing to the audience. Now Jock’s There! till I see what it's all about. . . The crowd is on its feet. roar. minute. Eng. Prof: “Tell me one or two things about John Milton.” Freshie: “Well, he got married and he wrote Some manly He's getting a great reception. Now the referee. Whew! that's a surprise. . . . No other than Hic Deeflips of Mudga Wushka, Mis- He's giving the boys their instructions. “Break clean after jumps,” he told them. [hey shook hands—some grip! They're in their cor- Oh. boy! This is going to be a . . Jock is taking the battle right from Kaplan. He leads a 10 to 14. Kaplan's whiskers snap back. out he counter-attacks with a 22 to 18. Now the boys are sparring for an open- ing. [hey both look strong. Wow! Jock just put across an 8 to the 11, and don't you think it didn't Kaplan's earache nearly stopped. Now Kaplan looks as though he was going to lead. No. He's think- ing. 1 think you of the radio audience can smell the wood burning—which is no reflection on him— it just shows how hard he's thinking. While he's thinking, I'l! see if I can recognize some more celebrities. Yes, there's Lillie Darnson, the famous ancient model for Mona Lisa. together with Eliza Stripslinger, the cham- pion swimmer. Sid Di Lazaro, the noted the- atrical food producer, is sitting right close and is con- versing with Sill Horbunk, president of the Horbunk The boys are just sparring for an opening. Whew! Jock just put across a hard blow in the middle section. Kaplan has a look of amazement but it changes into a sneer as he retali- ates and puts a hard left into Jock's side. . . . That didn't feel so good. . There, Kaplan put across another right just above Jock's collar button. It’s getting real hot-—now they're pausing—thinking hard. Pardon me just a moment. Ladies and gentlemen of the radio audience, 1 have just been informed this broadcast must be stopped. The contestants say it disturbs their thinking. Y ou will hear the next voice from our studio. bulk is traveiing down the center aisle. figure! souri. ners now. great fight. hurt! the boys are dancing around. Bunkers Corp. Paradise Lost. (hen his wife died and he wrote Paradise [Regained.” 13