Morristown High School - Cobbonian Yearbook (Morristown, NJ)

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THE COBBONIAN I922 MISS ROSE M. BOTTI, Trenton Normal School Instructor in Domestic Art MISS I-IATTIE M. WRIGHT, Temple University Instructor in Domestic Science MR. PAUL FOGEL, A. B., Muhlenberg , 'T x . . 5 ' ' f' Instructor in Science 'l .., my V' Miss PAULINE SCHENCK, B.S., Bucknell I Instructor in English MISS LIBERTY MCCLELLAND Instructor in Spanish , A. B., Wilson MR. CLYDE ALLEN, Cornell Instructor in Printing MR. EDWARD C. TUTTLE, N. Y. State Normal School Instructor in Mechanical Drawing MISS JANE BAUER, jersey City Normal School Instructor in Music MISS CLARA VV. BRYANT Pratt Institute Instructor in Drawing and Industrial Arts , Colby College, Pape Art School, MISS IESSIE AYRES, Trenton Normal School Instructor in Commercial Geography, Community Civics and Commercial Arithmetic MISS EMMA SCI-IAEFFER, B.S., Middlebury Instructor in Chemistry MISS MARGARET ECKMAN Instructor in French , A. B., Vassar MISS PHILIPPA MUCI-IMGRE, Savadge School of Physical Training Instructor in Physical Training MISS SALLIE B. KAPPES, B.A., Northwestern University, New York State Library School Librarian 14

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HE COBBONIAN 192 Class Poem LAURENCE DoRMER JORDAN Grim and laughing, this is we, in our woolens and our laces, Masks and cloaks and shadowings, solemn glances, gay grimacesg Wise and careless, sharp and dull, silent, smirkish, garrulous, Disillusionable folk-so and so, and thus and thus, Pulling, driving on the hill, each his load, his troupe of asses, Using goad and whip and cord, thus to drive them from the grasses. We've a load to break their backs, God forgive us if we bungle, Like a herd of cattle, deer, antelopes lost in a jungle. We're a world to learn the world, how to lie to it and fool it, How to steal its honey bags, sink beneath it-yes-and rule it, How to sleep beneath the moon, how to steal and how to borrow, How to love the hills at night, how to mould our own tomorrow. There are roads on which we tread in the dark with little ease, Sighing winds and falling rains, yawning graves and gallows trees, With our wares upon our beasts, rotting from the reds to yellows, On long roads that seem to lead far and farther from our fellows. Massy trees and forest glades, brooks, and rivulets, and caverns, Cottages and heavy barns, cobbled roads and welcome taverns, Hamlets, cities, towering towns, grey walls that infest our ways, Cloth of gold and gleaming gowns, joyous circuses and plays, Ladies in rich deepened silks, men in hose and golden shoon, Halls, cathedrals, topless towers, cold and black against the moon. These are milestones of our lives, as we sojourn, sage or clown, Heavy wares upon our beasts, peddling from town to town. Here the pieman sells his pies, there the tinker cries his tins, The ballad monger his poor songs, the buffoon his antic grins. The statesman peddles princely lies, and Pierrot his pantomime, In the mart-apart-apart-distant and all slaves of time. Something breaks and seeks the mud that each had set his hope upon The goads are in the asses flanks, over the green hills and on. 16