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

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Faculty Notes І am naturally a very shy person and il took most of my nerve to walk in to ask Miss Beusman if she would give me ап interview. How Miss started, may I speak to you? I hope I'm not taking up do you do, Beusman? | your time?” Of course you may speak, she replied, “зау whatever you want to.” [hus encouraged, | asked her to please do me а favor and give me her life. Such a staggering question, coming without warn- To depart with her life However, she was soon ing, took her breath away. so soon? And so young? reassured when 1 explained. and very gladly told me Miss Beusman is our young medical gym teacher. She graduated from Central School of Hygiene and Physical Culture, and went to live and about herself. teach in Virginia for two years. Then she came north and entered Ceutral High and has been here for three years continuing her exce!!ent work. Who has not heard of Mr. Conovitz? knows of the services rendered by him. All Central Not knowing him, one gets the impression that he is stern, practical, and strict, but once you are in his class, you will dis- cover that he is an excelient teacher, not only of his- He is at times humorous and no matter how long he talks. tory, but economics and psychology. as well. one is never tired of listening to him. However, this great teacher at present 15 undergoing a novel experi- ence. Subdued, tamed, or broken іп are no words to describe the situation. He is actually learning to A Centralite's Such ravishing sounds! Whence. why. wherefore do they come? Is the Pluto znew to ielease his abducted Eurydice, or is fabled Orpheus entreating Apollo perchance serenading ihe muses with his throb- The rhythm beats upon my temples and my being trembles with emotion. Hark! footsteps Methinks the deep sea sirens have come, enchanted by the music. The steps are drawing nearer near— ''Ouch, what's the great idea oí pinching me, ya big igno- bing lyre? mingle with the melody! nearer pronto. And what do you think із Strange to say. Mr. Conovitz bears submit and obey. terrorizing him? it with a smile. pleasant resignation and likes it ali It's true. The tyrant Dad sit, Up comes together. Ridiculous, you say? own little daughter. she Get up. papa.” is Mr. Conovitz's says. Down sits papa. papa, and so it goes. Another valued member of our faculty is Miss Lewis, who is loved by all. She comes from Puritan and Pilgrim stock, one of her ancestors having been Elde; Brewster. Miss Lewis is a graduate of Syra- сизе and Columbia Universities and has Teaching is her Miss Lewis is a traveled abroad for amusement and study. career and she loves it very much. member of the Daughters of the American Revolution, and the Eastern Star, the Daughters of 1812, and the Mayflower Societies. One of her chief interests in recent years has been ihe study of geneology and thus she discovered her ancestry. However, this hobby of hers is the family joke. Even their pet canary joins in the fun, for is not iis name Cutie Jonathan Sparrow. The Pilgrim Lewis ? Sounds like those short names the kings Miss Lewis is fond of the opera. But Miss Lewis re- of Spain possess. and more so of driving а car. marks. leachin2 is my joy.” For once Mr. Coleman failed me. 1 beggcd and pleaded to no avail He said he did not want to appear in the PivoT. and made this very sagacious remark, Laush and the world laughs with you. Weep and you weep alone. Pipe-Dreams ramus? Huh. where's Orpheus? Didn't see Apollo? “Yeh, Dan Cupid was here too. | hey told me to give ya their regards. Wadya think this assembly is. Put your cent for the orgar fund you a lounging room? in this here cup, and pass it on!” “Ye gods! haven't we got that organ yet? What a dream! Of all errors a body is privileged to make, I had to go and mistake Jocheved for Apollo! 14

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Che Alumni Pane Bird Found Dead on a Vacant Lot on Tears To a the City Line ı Friedman, 728 Little birdie. No more wordy. Lifeless. helpless. in my hand. | do wonder. | hrough what blunder Of the fates you fell to land. Bird once cheery, Were you weary As you flew through those blue skies, Was it just loss Of your wee force [hat has closed your lurid eyes? Strange you were found On the harsh ground. On the boundary of two towns, Like some bruin, Cage were you in— Victim of man's ill-bred frowns? Could it be true, [hat as you flew Happy, carefree, through the air. Hunger and thirst, Acted for worst Plunged you to the earth so bare? ‘The atmosphere You loved so dear Nevermore will greet your song, No more shall I Glancing to sky, Hope to see you fly along. A brave duel. With life cruel No.v has sadly come to end. Seldom in peace Does our life cease— All too soon with earth we blend. 15 By Helen E. J itello Ihe sound of summer rain Upon my window pane, Is like the sound of tears— Hopeless tears. W hen raindrops softly fall. Sadly I recall! A tearful face іп pain— Hopeless pain. Ала even as I write, Faintly in the night. І hear the sound of tcars— Hopeless tears. Content By Rose Lieber More than the thousand voices of the sea, I love the silent grandeur of the sky, Stretching far out, in its eternity. More than the dipping whiteness of the gul!. I love the steady flying of the sky, Dark-coated land bird, and the hull Of a distant ship means far less to me Than spires, and great white domes, imprinted high Against a blue of neither day nor night, When stars have just begun to give their light. The fresh, cool breezes, from this blossoming tree Bring perfume which no wave-born tang Does equal; and the noises of the sea, Sirens’ shrieks, and the muffled, hollow clang Of the swinging buoy—how can they compare With these sweet warbling voices in the air, And the swaying clamor in the old church tower. As the molten bells proclaim some fateful hour. Just as a deep unrest comes from the sea. So do these skies reach down and comfort me.