Central High School - Yearbook (Philadelphia, PA)

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Grave Old Seniors: The highlight of a stude's dream. Suddenly our suits are too small, head seems heavier and our hats smaller. lt's difHcult to slick the hair now-the mirrors are much too low. Oh, well, give the freshies a break.,Gad! they're getting smaller each year. It's hard to become accustomed to the new surroundings. We really feel lost without those gloomy classrooms and silent corridors. No longer does Hey, boy! echo through the study and hallways. The old traditions are still fresh in our memory and never shall be erased! But, we'll make new tradition! There's grass here: yes! green grass! No screech- ing of breaks, no honking of horns, or rat-tat-tat of drills. All have passed away. Class organization starts. Nate Raiken swam to the top of the heap in the presidential elections: George Raymond, Vice-President: Elmer Sayres, Secretary, and Milton Iacobson in clean-up position. The Prom and Banquet Committees spring into action. Book treas- urers are snooping about in search of victims. Things are beginning to roll and to gain momentum. The situation looks grave. In a few more months it will all be over, but that's in the future. But now, it's class meetings, debates, arguments, and hot air. Committees are appointed for this, for that. Dues are pouring in? More! cries Iacobson. More shekels pour in. Hey, Freshie! you may not know it, but you're buying two tickets to Dulcyf' Pictures, class pictures, group pictures, Senior speech-give me liberty or give me Gettysburg. Any one will do. Examinations, theses, speech, prizes. Hamlet, Shakespeare. corporations, finance, speculation. Where is that aspirin! Oh! my head. Got to brush up on that new dance step- the Prom will soon be rolling around. Sure, I'm going: wait 'til you see her: boy, what a girl! The time is getting shorter . . . and shorter. We're coming down the home stretch--really feel glad that it will soon be over, but 'have a sick feeling in the stomach-a dull ache- must be the Monday'hot- dogs Iwe'll sure miss theml. Tomorrow is assembly-farewell assembly. Seen a thousand fel- lows get up and walk out: guess we can do it too. Where, oh, where are the grave old seniors? Where? Glued to their seats immobile. Got to go . . . just got to . . . at last - it's our turn! But the Freshies still ask, Where are the grave, old Seniors? Well, Freshmen! . . . Safe now in the wide . . . wide . . . world.

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upon incoming Freshies with a mocking sneer. Rumor has it that there will be a new Central. Why take it seriously? How can we make a break 'inow? Why, we're just getting accustomed to the run of things. Soon it is no longer a rumor. It is confirmed! We await that time with anxiousness and reluctance. We're starting to wear suits and to be more careful of our manners, dress, and speech. fWhy these new airs?J Why? We sophomores are moving into the Iunior assembly. The third lap will soon be reached. Stately Iuniors: We are seasoned veterans now. Have weathered two years: two more to go. Crashed the Senior assembly. Gave us poor seats, but will be sitting up in front in no time. Gloom overshadowed our school this term. Death made a series of sudden lightning flashes. Never shall we forget Professor MacPherson, Professor Robinson, Professor Henwood and Professor Landis: men loved for their kindness and generosity to all students. But life and school goes on. The new school is in the not so distant future. The building is actually growing out of the hillside, right on the top of the world. There are festivities in the air. We're one hundred years old. Sure will be proud to tell our sons? and grandsons?? that we took part in the Central Centenary Celebra- tion. Something else to brag about. Central is Public High Football Champs. Mowed 'em all down. Too bad that the team will split. George Raymond and Bert Walls were on that team. Ziggy Zam- lynski was there, too. Yes, Zam, of the l73rd. Zam, the spark plug. Zam, the howitzer. Iz Bolef, associate editor of the Centralizer, is preparing to be Chieftain and the best writer Central has turned out in years. Alongside is Hank Seidenberg, mentor and big gun of our future champion debating team. Nate Raiken is splashing away and becoming an important candidate for Class President. Events are moving by with lightning speed. The new C. H. S. faculty is named. Many whom we honored, admired and revered have been left behind. Friends and comrades of three years decide to drop by the wayside. Many have decided by just a glimpse of Central's new home. lt's enough. It will do. Getting impatient. Can't wait. Guns are primed. Ready for the last lap. lt's last day at Broad and Green--one last look -one final parting glance. We slowly amble to the door. Funny, it's the same door by which we entered. This time we push outwards. One step. The door closes. It is finished. The last chapter in the third volume is completed. Farewell to thee, oh Tower of Strength. Farewell crammed corridors and slamming lockers. Farewell 106- Maker and Breaker of Men, you have served. We are indebted.

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