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

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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