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

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Excelsior! Bv Веп-Аті Kaplan orld 15 in my palm When my arms sweep oul in one wide gest the sun doth of light the morn swing up тапа sweep that blue eternal dome oothes the weary eye; he white fantastic clouds ases flat | soar before the sea-smelling wind escend to yon misty horizon low but steady undulation; When the velvet hills roll out before me In soft discreet submission; When Nature bashfully discloses all her secret treas- ures lo my searching ardent view; When the rich black earth breaks up et the green sprouting sprig spring up to light; When my heart beats hard and strong With pent-up yearnings claiming for prompt outlet; When black blood of pulsing, throbbing life Shoots thru my palpitating veins; When my eye consumes the landscape round Which circles the All | he world is in my pa!m. face І walk strides. the My fear is naught My For complaint 15 none does not the sun smilc For my sole warmth? Does not the humbie moon shine [o make my dark nights bright? Do not the waters kiss my every limb In bath? Do not the distant stars glow [o show my steady way? Are not the rippling purple clouds my [o make and unmake as I choose? Tel! me now Am I not right? And is not the whole wide world Firmly grasped within my palm? areal and steady and gleam fantasies In one burning, eager quest; In they saunter, hand in hand, Gabbing fast as ever they can;— But not of school work,—don't be silly, Jut of boys like Tom and Billy. Then their seats they occupy, Open text-books with a sigh; l'eacher calls the class to order, All talking stops, if not there's moder. says the teacher, Someone yells, “I bet I'll beat cha!” lI hey write the question with their leads, Ready, question,” Dut some forget to use their heads. Exchange your papers, orders he, | hen. “Read the paper of Marie. History Class Ву Marie Lepore Someone stands and starts to read: Alas—she stops as though in need. She bends and asks just what is written, But try and try, she feels like quittin', Then at last she takes her seat, Very hurt in her conceit. The work continues, to their dismay; Each one is scared; but it does not pay “Го look so 'spicious, unprepared. For by the bell one might be spared. [he bell does ring to their great joy. And then they talk to every boy. [hey make a rush right to the door. And then are up on every floor. 17

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| he contented sea and the selfish sky Hold me. Night and the lonesome beach Fascinate me, Гһе meliow roar of the waves Numb my drowsy senses, shallow | he sands slip idly It is an aged old senior, “с” By thy short moustache and glittering eye Why in the And he stopt one with a stoppst thou me?” “The Stadium's doors are open wide, And I must be within; ‘The teams have met. the game 15 set, Dost hear the merry din? Ide holds him with a stare so cold, The Central still, And listens like a three-year-old “Frosh” stood Ihe senior has his will. “The team was cheered. the field was cleared, The I he ball was kicked high in the alr game began to start, Like a swiftly-fired dart. ‘The opposing team did not gel far, For soon it seemed they stopt; Our boys were there.—each one a star. Lo! the receiver was dropt. I They tried the left and then the right, And could not gain an inch. And tho’ they fought with all their might, Never our team did flinch. W e held them on their ten-yard line, On downs we got the ball. Our team lined up. our men sublime, The slim. the short, the tall. The Beach Bv Stephen M vsko Through my fingers Like thoughts that Slip through my mind. Fenderly 1 grasp the deep futility Of my being. [he vastness crushes me And my dreams The Ancient Senior By “Haunted Hupe” The line was pierced, the ball advanced, One each in heart and soul, Had one same thought and one fond hope— “Со onward toward the goal.” The boys did fight with all they had But lost the ball on downs, Ihe smiling faces of the crowd Were changed for those with frowns. 'The ball went up our side the field And then But neither team would slip or yield— came down again, ‘The cheers were in one refrain. And so each team fought on and on With minutes more to play. lI hen I ran in to substitute And thereby saved the day. ‘The ball was passed right back to me, And boy! how I did run. Wildly the crowd began to yell, lhe game was as good as won. I sprinted down the entire field, I heard the cries so gay As unmolested I did run, — “Touchdown,” the “шар” did say. Yes. there were cheers and dismal groans— The players left the fray— My buddies walked away from me, I had run the wrong way. 18