Red Bank High School - Log Yearbook (Red Bank, NJ)

Text from Pages 1 - 36 of the 1921 volume:

©hr IRomth ®ablr. VOLUME 3. DECEMBER, 1921. NO. 1. Published bi-monthly by the Senior Class of the Red Bank Senior High School, Red Bank, N. J. Single copy, 35c; subscription rate on application. For advertising and subscription rates address Thomas Valleau or William Bennett, Business Mgrs. BOARD OF EDITORS. Editors-in-Chief: Richard Smart, ’22. Vanderveer Lovett, '23. Associate Editors: Kathryn Cooper, '22. Carol Schroeder, ’24. Sarah Lipack, '23. Kathryn Bucklin, ’25. Class No Senior High School: Frances Lane, ’22. Gladys Matthews, '23. George Hawkins, ’24B. Vera Truex, ’24A. Exchange Editors: Helen Linton, '22. Alfred Ernst, '22. Editors. Junior High School: Beatrice Kell, ’25. Helen Tuthill, ’25. Wallace Wilson, '25. Alumni Editors: Ailsa Minton, '22. Roger Francis, '23. Athletic Editors: Alice Conover, 22. Jack Heller, ’22. Business Managers: Circulation Managers: Thomas Valleau, '22. Samuel Yanko, ’22. William Bennett, ’22. Wilmot Robinson, ’22, Art Editor: Samuel Yanko, '22. Faculty Advisors: Miss Stanger. Mr. Gilland. TABLE OF CONTENTS: Page Success.................................................... 2 Editorial ............................................... 3 Literary .................................................. 6 Senior Notes ............................................. 12 Junior Bits .............................................. 14 Sophomore Slips .......................................... 16 Freshmen Babbles ......................................... 17 Junior High Notes ........................................ 20 Alumni Notes.............................................. 22 Athletic Notes ........................................... 23 Exchanges ................................................ 24 1 Success. He has achieved success who has lived well, laughed often, and loved much; who has gained the respect of intelligent men and the love of little children; who has filled his niche and accom- plished his task; who has left the world better than he found it, whether by an improved poppy, a perfect poem, or a rescued soul; who has never lacked appreciation of earth’s beauty or failed to express it; who has always looked for the best in others and given the best he had; whose life was an inspiration; whose memory a benediction. —Selected. EDITORIAL. Editors’ Note. The editors of the Round Table thought that the students of the school would be interested to know something of a former editor—where he attends college and how he enjoys it; so, at their request, Mr. Rogers kindly consented to tell us some- thing of his college. DICKINSON COLLEGE. No doubt when the readers of the Round Table receive this issue they will be surprised to find on the editorial page this account (from the view point of a fresh- man) of life at Dickinson College. Dickinson is situated in the heart of the Cumberland Valley, at Carlisle, Penn- sylvania, nineteen miles southwest of Harrisburg. No college in Pennsylvania pos- sesses a richer heritage of association with prominent personalities and with momen- tous events than does Dickinson. As the prospective student steps off the train at Carlisle in September the first person he meets is a man wearing the Y. M. C. A. insignia. This man is a repre- sentative of the College Y. M. C. A. and is at the station to see that poor Mr. Frosh does not get lost in his new surroundings. By his kindness the new student is shown into the office of the Dean, where he receives the gTip and is heartily wel- comed into the “mystic brotherhood of noble Dickinsonians.” The following lines appeared in an early issue of the College paper: “One of the first thing's to catch your attention will be the varieties of students. The main division is at once apparent—those having skirts, wavy hair and an athletic stride are the ‘co-eds.’ “During your first year keep away from them as much as possible. Dont let them catch you looking at them. If a Dickinson Co-ed once catches your eye you’re a goner. Next, you will notice a certain breed with thick spectacles who carry their books around in leather hand-bags. These are the A students. Emulate them. You may also see some seedy individuals gazing devoutly heavenward, who look sort of run down and played out, as though they had just finished wrestling with tempta- tion. They are the Y. M. C. A. Cabinet. The sports are easily identified by the blazers, checks and bench-legged bull dogs. You can hear their clothes coming 3 around a corner—around two corners for that matter. For lack of time and space the other varieties will have to be left unmentioned.” A first bit of real excitement in which the freshmen engaged is the annual flag rush between the freshmen and sophomores. A twelve-foot pole is placed in the ground and a sophomore stands on top of the pole to guard the flag. At the foot of the pole, which is greased with a coal-tar preparation, the Sophs lock arms for the defense. At the crack of the pistol the Frosh start rushing toward the pole. I leave the resulting scene to your imagination. A prominent feature of the life at Dickinson centers in the fraternities. There are nine fraternities, all of good national and some of international standing, lo- cated in comfortable chapter houses either on or near the campus. These organiza- tions are bonds which bring the men closer together and cause them to make friend- ships which last a lifetime. Fraternity men, in compliance with the rushing rules, are not permitted to talk fraternity or to accompany freshmen anywhere between the opening of college in September and the Tuesday after Thanksgiving. The rush- ing season opens at 4:30 P. M. on the Tuesday after Thanksgiving and continues for nine days, giving each fraternity two periods of four hours each in which to do their “rushing.” It is with a great deal of care that a new Man should choose his fraternity. A good rule to follow is, “Choose the fraternity that meets your standards.” Although Dickinson has only an enrollment of 132, it is well represented along athletic lines. The athletic field, called Biddle Field, is rated as one of the b t athletic fields in Eastern United States. Teams are put out in football, basketball, tennis, track and baseball. After all, the most important part of the college life is its academic work. Dickinson’s faculty is composed of men of mature y ars and of wide experience. The size of the college makes it possible to be in constant contact with the pro- fessors, who are at all times willing to render any advice which you may desire. It is this close fellowship of student and professor that makes Dickinson decidedly different from larger colleges and universities. If you are a Dicwinsonian, you feel that you are a member of a small community which pulls together, students and professors as well. Because of the splendid type of faculty that Dickinson pos- sesses, it follows that the standard of scholarship is high. This in itself is the real test of any institution of learning. In conclusion, a college training such as is offered at Dickinson prepares young men and young women to meet the opportunities awaiting them. The professions, business, engineering, medicine, law and the ministry all demand trained men and women. So it is that Dickinson stands with the fixed policy to be a teaching insti- tution and to help the young man and young woman of today to meet the demands for efficiency and trained workmanship. The Round Table is ready for another year’s work, and in such spirit it greets you, its readers. After some struggling, considerable experience and much hard work, the paper has succeeded in establishing itself as a wide-awake, up-to-date and worthy school paper, and of such reputation it is justly proud. But since it cannot become more efficient upon a reputation already established, it expects the students of R. B. H. to assist in making this year’s record the best record of all. To do so means not only to be willing to read the paper, but to feel such re- sponsibility as will make the paper readable. A story, an interesting incident, personal perhaps; an account of a trip, or even a good joke, prepared voluntarily and given to the editors, will lessen their duties and cause them to feel that their efforts for the success of the paper are appreciated. Not only does the Round Table appeal to students for support from a literary standpoint, but it also appeals from a business standpoint. There are essential obligations to be met, and the business managers are doing their share to enable the paper to meet those obligations. It is necessary then, that each issue cost more than it did last year. But in spite of the higher cost let there be a greater demand, so that more copies may be sold than ever. All members of the staff are giving their time and thought in order to produce 4 a paper of credit to R. B. H. It is theirs to expect loyalty from all members of the school. May the Round Table this year reflect more fully the various school activities. Let it be better able to compete with other periodicals of its own class, and let each individual member of the school feel that this, his paper, is dependent upon him in every way for its present and future success. —S. G. S. Does This Main You? For ten years two chess players met daily at the club, silently took their places, silently played their game and silently took leave. For ten years another man sat near and looked on. One day one of the players was ill and couldn’t be present—for the first time in ten years. After waiting- a while his partner said to the on-looker, “My partner is not able to come today, will you play his men?” “I’m sorry,” replied the latter, “but I dont know the game.” He had followed every move of the partners for ten years but had failed to notice the motive for the game—had failed to reason why the game was played. This man had shown much patience in looking at the game but he had never looked into it. He had no curiosity. He was one of those who look without ob- serving and work without understanding. In business he would work without reasoning why others were working about him—seeing his superiors work but not observing their work—doing what they told him but never looking beyond—never learning anything. When his superiors offered him a higher position (thinking positively that he ought to know the work) he would have to say, “I’m sorry, but I dont know the game.” Are you going to be this man? Are you going through school seeing without observing and working without understanding? If you are, change your methods and begin at once to observe; understand what you are doing. Then when oppor- tunity for advancement conies you can say, “I am ready, I have learned the game.” —R. M. S., ’22. WILSON COLLEGE. No doubt the readers of “The Round Table” will be surprised to see an article by one of last year’s students; but I was asked to tell something about Wilson, and I am only too glad to speak its praises. Wilson College is situated in the heart of the Cumberland Valley, fifty-two miles south-west of Harrisburg and eighteen miles north of the Mason-Dixon line. The surrounding country is one of the most charming sections of Pennsylvania. From the windows of my room I can see the mountains, about which we love to sing, “The Kittatinny Mountain has arrayed herself in blue, and the valleys are all silver as they sparkle in the dew.” You see blue and silver are our college colors. The dominating spirit of the college here is the Odd-Even spirit; that is, the rivalry between classes graduating in odd years and those in even years. This feel- ing is most evident in games, such as hockey and basketball. Even though the games are between classes this odd-even spirit is bound to show itself. Conse- quently the first thing we were taught this year was to be good loyal odds. In no other college are the Freshmen treated with more consideration. Every- one is kind and thoughtful of them and each one does her best to keep the new girls from being homesick. I might say here that if anyone wants to know about home- sickness I can tell them all about it. Monday is our holiday instead of Saturday. Of course it was strange at first, but now I like it better, because the weeks seem to go more quickly and leave “Blue Monday” out altogether. Practically every Saturday and Monday evening there is a concert, reception, lecture or play to enjoy. Therefore, we have many opportunities to hear noted men. So far we have heard Dr. Spaeth of Princeton, Percy Grainger, the famous pianist, and Emil Talmanyi, the Hungarian violinist, who made his debut in America at Wilson college. Dont think, however, that college life is just one round of pleasure; not so. 5 There is plenty of work as well as pleasure. For each hour’s class work we are sup- posed to spend two hours in preparation, so that one is kept busy all the time. I would like to give you Red Bank people some advice, although you wont take it (as I know I never would have believed it last year), that is, study and work hard when you are in high school and you will find work much easier when you are in college. Last year I used to think that if 1 could bluff through my work without putting much time on it, I was that much better off. Now 1 regret that 1 had the wrong idea about school work. Every so often, flunk or warning slips are put in our postoffice boxes to let us know our standings. This is very helpful as it keeps us working and warns us when our grade is below standard. It is terribly nerve-racking to go to our boxes the days the slips are due. If we dont get one we can hardly believe it’s true, and we ask all our friends if they are sure the slips came out that day. Above the pleasure, above the work, above all, I admire the true Wilson spirit, that spirit which causes a girl to have high ideals, high aims in life; that which moulds the college girl into the college woman, thoughtful and considerate of others; and finally, that which makes a girl forget herself in the interest of others; all for one end—service, the true aim of every one’s life. The feeling of every Wilson girl toward her college can best be expressed by a stanza from one of our college songs: “For there is no place like Wilson, Though we search o’er land and sea, She is small but she is mighty And she’s wonderful to me. For her name is Alma Mater And we’ll ever stand as one, Firmly pledged to love and honor Till the sands of life are run.” —L. C. S� lOttcrarg. Where the Torrent First Broke Through. Our hero isn’t any greater than any other hero who has sacrificed his life that another might live, but we distinguish him from the others because official news comes over the water to us that he was the first to fall in the bloody cataclysm which swept Europe in 1914. In the Belgian Ardennes, not remote from Liege, there stands an ancient feudal castle, the Chateau de Modave, built in the early fifteenth century by Baron Guillaume de la Marck, the “Wild Boar of the Ardennes,” and the last of the Barons to oppose the French king. Later, in the sixteenth century, it fell into the possession of the Due de Montmerency (afterward Henry Second), and since then has returned to the hands of Guillaume’s descendants. It is a stately pile built on a rock which rises sheer from the valley below to a height of two hundred feet. Its original purpose was to serve as a stronghold; and probably as a fortress. It is one of the strongest, strategetically, in Europe. Its walls are seven feet thick, three sides being guarded by perpendicular rock and the fourth side, the entrance, by a fossee. A further obstacle to siege is a stream, the Oerth, which flows at the base of the rock. In regard to its towers, embattlements, bastions and dungeons, it is similar to other medieval castles. The Oerth, alive with trout, meanders through the forest land which stretches for miles around. These preserves abound with wild boar, deer, fox, quail and many other species of game, the hunting of which affords unlimited sport fo the occupants of the Chateau and their guests. Oh the evening in 1914, before the opening of the hunt for the wild boar, there were assembled at the Chateau de Modave five score guests, among them representa- 6 tives of the noblest families of Belgium. Women beautifully gowned and gracious of manner; men elegantly groomed and distinguished for their gallantry—old and young—all made a galaxy of splendor and refinement. In the banquet hall the guests sat at tables bedecked with gorgeous flowers and the finest linen and at which were served the choicest viands and wines. After the feast dancing commenced for the younger people in the ballroom, and the elder people either sat along the sides to watch the gay Terpsichoreans or repaired to an adjoining salon to gamble at cards. Standing apart, near an open window, were engaged in earnest conversation General Leman and the Scion of the Chateau in Charles. The youth, full of venture- some spirit, was attracted by the gold braid and stirred by the renown of the old soldier. After discussing the Servian agitation and its possible reaction upon all of Europe, the conversation drifted to the boar hunt of the next day. The General, a past master in the art of war and an enthusiastic hunter, was deeply impressed by the responsive chord awakened in the young Vicompte by their mutual interest in Mars and Diana. The youthful noble was boyishly grateful, there- fore, when General Leman promised that if he distinguished himself at the hunt the next day, he would make him his aide. As the Vicompte was an officer in the Garde Civique, he was qualified for the proffered post. The General was at that time sta- tioned at the Citadel of Liege, the first defense against an invading force. The two proceeded to the salon where the Comtesse, the Chatelaine of the Chateau, was occu- pied with some of the older guests, and acquainted her with the General’s promise. The mother’s deep love for her son made the thought of his departure repugnant to her, but she realized that the Vicompte would he in excellent hands and that if there should be an outbreak of war, it would be the part of loyalty and duty to make this sacrifice, and she thereupon gave her consent. The following morning presented a bustling scene at the old Chateau. All of the guests, full of excitement and expectation over the coming hunt, were eager to be on the ground. The hunt of that day was to be “en battu.” Scores of peasants were sent into the forest equipped with heavy staffs to beat off the bushes and to drive the wild boar before them into an open space where the animals would have to run the gauntlet between two parallel rows of hunters stationed in boxes which stretched along a distance of an eighth of a mile. The boxes on a side were sixty feet apart, and the boxes on one side were diagonal to those on the other. The width of the alley was a hundred and seventy-five feet. There were very strict rules to be observed by the sportsmen in order to prevent accident and to give the animal every chance. A gunner could fire only when the animal was directly in front of his box and could not make a quartering shot. He could shoot but once. If he missed, it was then the turn of the gunner in the next box on the opposite side. A wild boar is as ferocious as a tiger and more dangerous than a mad bull. It was such an animal that the General and the Vicompte were stationed in their boxes to shoot. The first boar came rushing madly through the alley-way almost unex- pectedly and passed the last box without being hit and disappeared into the forest. This was due not to lack of expert marksmanship but to the fact that the nimrods had not as yet steadied themselves. Several boar were finally killed, but the climax of the day’s sport was reached when a boar, wounded by the General, in its rage charged at its assailant. There was a foreboding lull on the part of the hunters and spectators. The Vicompte, who was in the next box, perceiving the imminent danger to the Gen- eral, rushed out, hunting knife in hand, to encounter the boar; this knife-to-tusk com- bat being a part of the sport requiring great nerve and courage. The boar then turned upon the challenger, and, as it made a vicious charge at the young man, the agile youth quickly sidestepped, at the same time deftly plunging his weapon into the heart of the beast. Needless to say, this act sealed the General’s promise to make the hero of the day his aide. Mars superseded Diana. The conflagration of war burst forth in middle Europe and its consuming flames sought to burn a path through Belgium into France. Liege, after its world-famed resistance and stubborn defense, was the first rampart to fall. 7 Then, in turn, succumbed Namur, Charleroi, Verviers, Bruxelles and Anvers, leaving the Chateau country in the hands of the German enemy, the Chateau de Modave be- ing' engulfed in the maelstrom. Belgium, the martyr-nation of the war, was lighting not only her own battle, but the battle of France, the battle of Great Britain, and the Battle of Freedom. German officers took possession of Modave and German troops were quartered in the surrounding forest. The marauders ransacked and despoiled the old Castle, removing priceless works of art, destroying furniture and emptying its celebrated wine cellars. The Comtesse, prisoner in her own Chateau, could only witness the desecration with speechless indignation, almost oblivious to this vandalism in her great agony for the safety of her son about whom she had heard nothing. While affairs were at this pass, two German officers of high rank arrived to station themselves at Modave. The Comtesse knew that these two would countenance further spoliation and determined that the world should some day know who it was who sanctioned it. She naively asked the officers if they would not comply with an old custom of the Chateau and register their names and the date in the visitors’ book. Flattered, they did so. They were assigned to rooms still untouched by the hands of the wreckers. During a short stay there, they slashed into ribbons with their swords all the curtains, sheets and tapestries in their rooms; smashed to atoms all the bric-a-brac and costly furniture and costly vases. Moreover, they consumed vast quantities of wine, wantonly wasting it. After their departure, the Comtesse gave strict orders to her servants to leave their suites exactly as they then were. In order to save the wine that remained, she charged the servants secretly to conceal the bottles in the Oerth, in the hope that at the dawn of peace, this wine might be used to celebrate victory. We now leave Modave and digress to an incident which occurred before the storming of Liege. Upon learning that the German troops had crossed the border, in violation of a treaty in which England guaranteed her protection to Belgium in case of invasio'n, the populace of Liege, in particular, were hopeful that Great Britain would immediately dispatch troops to aid in the defense of the city. Because several English officers had been seen in Liege, the people were deluded into the belief that their ally had arrived, being too frenzied to realize its impossibility. The people shouted: “Les Anglais Arrivent!” This cry reached the ears of General Leman at his headquarters in the Rue Lourex, where Charles was assisting him in some official work. The office was on the ground floor and the General was seated by an open window facing the street. Charles was seated at a desk between the commandant and the door. The door opened and in walked several British officers. The officers had come, to all appearances, to discuss the defense of Liege, and were very cordial in their demeanor and speech. The first surprise of their unexpected arrival being over, Charles, rapidly recovering his equanimity, came to the decision that it was an impossibility for the English to have arrived already on the scene, and as rapidly came to the conclusion that these men must be imposters—that they were Germans attired as British officers. Evidently the equally quick witted strangers read what was passing in Charles’s mind, and one of the strangers put his hand to his hip. This convinced Charles that he had guessed correctly, and he divined their purpose. Without a moment’s loss of time he jumped toward General Leman, gathered him up bodily and threw him out the window, shouting to him to flee—that these were enemies. Scarcely had he performed this act and uttered his warning than the reports of several shots rang throughout the building, and Charles, the first martyr of the war, lay dead at the feet of his murderers, having consummated in one brief act two of the noblest deeds possible for a man to perform—to die for one’s country and to sacrifice one’s life to save that of another. And from his mortal wounds gushed the first drops of blood stained torrent shed in vindication of the world’s ideals of liberty, justice and chivalry, and in expiation of the abominations of a race who by its hate slew its own soul. General Leman was saved from the cunning and illicit trick of the Germans. It was their intention to capture or kill him, which was frustrated by Charles’s nobility and heroism. Had they succeeded, it is possible that the brave defenders of Liege, deprived of the brilliant leadership of Leman, would not have been able to offer the 8 stubborn and effective resistance that they did. Had Liege fallen sooner than it did, no human power could have stopped the tide of Prussian Imperialism on its march to conquest. Who knows but that the world owes its present peace and security to this glorious sacrifice of a noble hearted boy? The tragic news of the episode just related finally reached the Chateau de Modave. In the shifting of German officers to and from the castle, two young- officers were detailed there. They were given a suite vacated by the previously mentioned officers. Since the rooms had been left in their chaotic condition, the new arrivals rebuked the Chatelaine and demanded an explanation. For reply she showed them two particular entries in the visitors’ book. The truth of the matter was so evident that their arrogance was shocked into silence. To relieve the awk- ward situation they asked in more courteous tones, to be shown over the immediate grounds. After a walk through the park they strolled to the banks of the Oerth. It will be recalled that some of the bottles of wine had been deposited in the stream for concealment. A ludicrous thing had happened. The labels had been washed off and had floated to the banks. The officers caught sight of them and the Comtesse wondered whether they would gather from the evidence before their eyes, what had been done. They remarked about them, picked up several of them and read the names of the vintages, but were too obtuse to penetrate the mystery of the phenomenon. To prevent any possible discovery by this, she hinted that these were the only relics left of several Bacchanalian orgies indulged in by their fellow officers since the occupation of the castle. The officers, having before tasted of her acumen, made no further comment. Returning to the Chateau through the gardens and orangeries, the conversa- tion reverted to the experiences of the men while in Liege. They told of a clever ruse, in which they had participated, the object of which was to effect the capture of the commanding Belgian general. A shudder passed over the Comtesse’s frame. They continued to narrate how their plan was frustrated by the quick perception of a young Belgian officer, adding in a cold blooded and almost jocular vein, that his interference resulted in his death. Their hero’s mother was petrified for the moment, in the consciousness that she stood face to face with the murderers of her son. Through her mind in quick succession passed emotions of hate, revenge, and then an anguish which rent her heart. With supreme self-control, stiffing the seeth- ing passions burning within her soul, she majestically proclaimed to them that it was her son who had fallen before them in fulfilling the “last full measure of his devotion.” The grandeur of her spirit, for one moment at least, pierced the callous hearts of her hearers and evoked a sentiment of compassion and reverence. Then she said proudly: “Do not feel that, by your act, you have deprived me. On the contrary, by his immolation, 1 am everlastingly glorified as his mother.” The tale will go down to remote posterity; a tale of deep infamy and lofty honor, and to Charles, the victor, who played the game, shall go the prize—IM- MORTAL FAME. The School Library. What would we do, in our spare period, if it were not for the school library? Our lessons done (?) we scamper to the desk, securing a slip, then rush downstairs with a book. It may be anything, from “Horace’s Satires” to “Four Buckets of Blood.” Let it suffice that it is a book—by name. Giving the slip to the librarian we turn in our reading matter. How the time flies, as we search frantically for another one. This one looks nice. We open it. “The irreverance with which humanity regards our topic is stu- pendous.” Nuff said! We want a book of fiction; not a dictionary. Ah, a pretty cover. Let’s see what’s inside. “Cum esset Caesar in Citiore Gallia.” Wow! With a sigh of relief we throw the book back and glance fearfully at the clock—half the period is gone. This sounds nice. “The Tragic Fate.” Let’s see the end of it—“With a last sob of despairing agony, she hurled herself from the cliff.” None of that stuff. If it doesn’t end O. K., we give it that K. 0. (Forgive me, 1 couldn’t help it.) The next one we try reads, “The terrible beast grew nearer” ha! More like it. “And sprang full in the face of—” Great! “Harold, who- No, I never did,” said Stanley. Wot tha? Oh-h-h! A page is missing. With a sigh, we put it back, hoping Harold received no injuries. This one looks fine! Let’s read it. “The shining sun sank in the South, The golden West was not.” With a shudder we drop the book and two seconds later the bell rings. Believing in Fate as the best chooser, we turn around seven times and pull out the first book we touch. We sieze our slip and dash upstairs. Just in time, too. But there is enough time left for us to discover that the book was the same one that we took out two days ago. —C. V. L., '23. The Mystery Man. A dark figure moved along the dockhouse wall toward the light shining brightly from the night watchman’s window. As he looked in he saw a young fellow of, perhaps twenty-four, sitting beside an oil lamp, buried in a book on “Traffic Man- agement,” while beside him on the table lay a newspaper dated 1918. The man on the outside stood, uncertain as to what the next move should be. Finally he reached his conclusion, and pushing open the door, he said, “Good evening, Mr. Floyd.” “Oh,” exclaimed Jim Floyd, startled by this sudden intrusion, “Hello, Hen- drickson, what are you doing down here this late at night?” “I came down to see McGregor, I thought that he was on night duty.” “He was taken sick yesterday and I’m taking his place until he comes back. Why, is there anything I can do for you?” “No, I guess not,” was the reluctant reply. Jim was not very friendly with Hendrickson, whose sly, sneaky traits did not appeal to him. Hendrickson was sometimes called the “Mystery Man.” He had come into this country as a member of the crew of a Swedish vessel and he had the typical characteristics of a Scandinavian—large frame, light hair, blue eyes and a sulky disposition. Ever since landing he had hung around on the piers, and es- pecially on Pier No. 50, North River, where Jim was employed as a shipping fore- man. Hendrickson always dressed fairly well and seemed to have plenty of spare cash. Of course, Jim knew' all the men on the pier by name, for he was very popular among them. He made friends easily, hut the Mystery Man had always avoided him. This was the first time that Jim had been in close contact with him, and as they sat there facing each other in the lamplight, Jim wondered just what was passing through his visitor’s mind and what the real motive of his visit was. Hendrickson, on the other hand, remained undecided. Suddenly he said, “Say, Mr. Floyd, my friend McGregor used to lend me a skiff when 1 needed it. That’s what 1 came down for tonight.” His mood seemed too affable to be natural, yet Jim could think of no reason why the boat should not be taken, so he gave his consent. He sat for some time after the man had gone out, wondering about this strange individual. Finally, casting the matter aside, he re- sumed his book. If Jim had known where the Mystery Man was going and whom he was to meet, he would not have picked up his book so soon. At midnight, when he went his rounds, he heard the “putter put” of a power boat, far out on the river. Jim thought it queer at this late hour, but did not con- nect it with the fact that Hendrickson had not yet come in. The next night when he was again making his rounds, his toe struck a small round object which lightly bounded away. Picking it up he found it to be nothing more than a plain rubber ball. He took it into the office to examine it carefully by the light. It was of about the same size as the average rubber ball, but the rubber itself was different. This was jet black and of a softer quality. Also he found it to be a German made toy. As he was handling it he noticed that there was a small slit just below the words “made in Germany.” Prying this slit open he was able to withdraw a piece of 10 brown paper, and much to his amazement upon unfolding- it he found certain hiero- glyphics. One can easily imagine his astonishment when he made such discovery. The United States embarkation piers were almost directly opposite Pier No. 50, which made an excellent place on which a spy could operate. The full force of his dis- covery did not strike him at first. How long had this hand of spies been operating on Pier No. 50? Perhaps information leading to the torpedoeing of American ships had been handled on this very pier. Who was the leader? He picked up the message and studied it intently for some minutes. Suddenly he exclaimed excitedly, “I have it,” and hastily grabbing pencil and paper he wrote down a key. Then taking the message again he spelled out the words by locating the different forms on the key. The forms narrowed it down to a possible three, while the position of the dot determined which of the three letters was correct. In this way Jim read the note. The first word was Hendrickson. At any rate, he had found out one member of the band, probably the leader. It then went on to give the sailing dates of various U. S. transports. When he had finished, Jim muttered, “The Hun! I suppose his accomplice came past here in a boat and tossed that ball out for Hendrickson. Then 1 beat him to it! Maybe he’s out there now looking for it.” He turned out his lamp and went out into the dark. Over the Palisades and Steven’s Point, to the north-west, dark clouds were piling up and frequent flashes of lightning told that a thunderstorm would strike Manhattan in a very few minutes. Every thing was quiet and hushed, as it so often is just before an electrical storm. The river was calm and still and the flood tide brought the water level threateningly near the planking of the dock. The night was ominous and forboding and seemed to bear tidings of impending danger. As Jim moved forward he saw the rays of a flashlight moving to and fro on the end of the pier. He caught Hendrickson unawares, and as the spy reached for his gun, young Floyd was upon him. Snatching the revolver from him, Jim hurled it into the river. The German stepped back for a minute, and then swung heavily at Jim, who artfully dodged and came in with a quick upper-cut. From then on the science of boxing and wrestling was thrown to the winds. They were no longer men but wild beasts, each desperately striving to throttle the other. Back and forth across the dock they reeled, first one and then the other having the advantage. Hendrick- son knew well enough that for him it was either a case of killing Jim Floyd or facing a firing squad, for Jim had the signed and addressed letter. Both men were be- coming exhausted and the outcome of the struggle depended largely on their en- durance. Finally Hendrickson, in stepping backwards, caught his heel in a piece of rope, which threw him head-first into the river. With a loud resonous splash he struck the water. The ghastly expression on his upturned face remained always in the memory of Jim, the night watchman. On the following morning readers saw this item in their paper: “Find unidentified body of man in North River. The body was found by the police near Peck slip. In the pocket were papers made out to Arnold Hendrickson. The man is six feet tall, weighing 200 pounds. He had light hair and was clean shaven. Had been in the water, apparently, only a short time.” —C. K., ’23. “An Original Story.” Mr. ALLEN HURST, a married man from ELBERON, was secretly in love with Gertie BELMAR of SOUTH AMBOY. He wanted to SEA GIRT to get her to COMOver to his cottage, AVON-BY-THE-SEA, and to go rowing with him on SPRING LAKE. At JERSEY CITY he bought a MANHATTAN TRANSFER from Mr. MORGAN, who told him to SEAWAREN BRIELLE of MIDDLETOWN about building a WOODBRIDGE out of CLIFFWOOD or BRADLEY BEACH wood with a PORT READING CROSSING. So he said to Mr. JACKSON, “I will go to MATA- WAN, draw out a LITTLE SILVER from the RED BANK and unless he HA DET the contract out I will close the DEAL. Then I will get a LONG I rA fCH of BOYNTON BEACH wood out of ASBURY PARK, near the WEST-END of OCEAN 11 GROVE, and start the bridge the BAY WAY across NEWARK to PERTH AMBOY.” His wife, ELIZABETH, didn’t like the RAHWAY he was treating' her. She ob- jected to the MANASQUANdering his love on this LIBERTY STREET FERRY. So she w'ent to NEW YORK, began drinking EL1ZABETHPORT till her legs were TREMLEY and she couldn’t POINT PLEASANT. A cop found her at the foot of WEST 23d STREET, gave her a drink of BRANCHPORT, got her a NEWARK TRANSFER and sent her to the ELIZABETH AVENUE hospital. When she got out the bridge was completed, her husband had fallen INTERLAKEN, was drowned and the railroad company had let BAYONNE the bridge. W. S.. ’22. Editors: Kathryn Cooper, Francis Lane. The Class of ’22 gave a dance November 25th, 1921, which was the first given this year. There were about thirty couples present and everyone enjoyed himself very much. Charles McAnerney was the executive chairman; Alice Conover was the chairman of the punch committee with Russell Hodgkiss and Ailsa Minton as assistants; Samuel Yanko, the advertising chairman, was assisted by Thomas Valleau and Wilmot Robinson. The music committee consisted of Jack Heller as chairman and Elmer Hesse and Marion Many as assistants. The decorating was done by Alfred Ernest and Nelson Rose. The hall looked very attractive with its decora- tion of pennants and crepe paper. All entered the prize dance with enthusiasm, and Miss Beals, our physical culture teacher, won the box of candy. Everyone enjoyed the music and when quarter of twelve came, we were loathe to leave. The Senior Class regrets to announce that it has lost a number of its members. Katherine Lamarche has gone to Binghamton, New York; Isabelle Yervant to Chattle High School; Leroy Duncan to Neptune High. We, however, are pleased to welcome Elvin Hendrickson, Arthur Theissen and Charles McAnerney to the Senior Class. At the beginning of school year the Seniors had a class meeting in which William Bennett was elected president, Albert McQueen vice president, Frances Lane secre- tary and Jack Heller treasurer. We congratulate our new officers and hope that they will show as much interest in the class as the officers of the previous year. Schenck—“I noticed you advertised for a man to retail imported canaries.” Proprietor of bird store—‘‘Do you want the job?” Schenck—“Oh, no; I was merely curious to learn how they lost their tails.” Miss Beebe—“For tomorrow, take the life of Webster.” Audible whisper—“Wish we could, but he’s dead already.” 12 Pd rather be a Could Be, If I could not be an Are; For a Could Be is a May Be, With a chance of touching par. Pd rather be a Has Been Than a Might Have Been, by far; For a Might Have Been has never been, But a Has was once an Are. Van Horn—“I had a fall last night that rendered me unconscious for several hours. D. H.—“You dont say; where did you fall? V. H.—“I fell asleep. Schenek—“How did the serpents get to Laocoon, as he was on the land? Miss Wainwright—“Serpents are like eels, they swim in land as well as in the water.” (Heard just before the Red Bank-Leonardo football game, Thanksgiving.) Helen Linton—“I suppose those Leonardo fellows would go crazy if they beat Red Bank. Janet Cooper—“Yes, that’s why it’s a very sane school. First Senior—“Did your watch stop when it hit the floor? Second Ditto—“Sure, you bonehead; you didn’t think it would go right through, did you? Teacher—“Stop growling. Clever student—“I’m not, my hair snarls.” “What a beautiful dog, Miss Alice! exclaimed her bashful admirer. “Is he affectionate?” “Is he affectionate? she asked archly. “Indeed he is! Here, Boy, come show Gus how to kiss me? Janet Cooper tripped up to the counter in a music store where a new clerk was busy, and asked sweetly: “Have you ‘Kissed Me in the Moonlight?’ “No. It must have been the man at the other counter. I’ve only been here a week. What would happen if: Ethel Smock disturbed anyone? A1 Conover did not disturb anyone? Florence Finkelstein did not giggle? Marion Many had not a new crush? Schenck took a girl to a dance? Ethel Fix used powder? Frances Lane did not recite? Brick Hendrickson acted sensibly? Lou Lang minded her own affairs? Helen Linton had a shine? Van Horn felt unnecessary? Miss Beales was truly cross? Robinson did not talk? Ruth Matthews were without a powder puff? Hawkins had finished his speech—8th period history? The Juniors were worthy? 13 Complaining1 student—“Say, editor, why do you always sit on my jokes?” Editor—“If they had any point, I wouldn't.” Miss Beebe—“Elvin, leave the room.” Elvin—“I didn’t intend to take it with me.” Marion Many—“Do you approve of silk stockings, Mildred?” Mildred—“They’re all right as far as 1 can see.” He (with much enthusiasm)—“I could go on dancing like that forever.” She—“Oh, no; you couldn’t possibly. You’re bound to improve.”—Princeton Elvin—“The coach told me to stop everything that was hard on my wind.” Ellen—“Well, what did you stop?” Elvin—“Running.” The world is old, yet likes to laugh- New jokes are hard to find. A whole new editorial staff Cant tickle every mind. So if you meet some ancient joke Decked out in modern guise, Dont frown and call the thing a fake; Just laugh—dont be too wise. Editors: Sarah Lipack, Gladys Matthews. The officers of the Junior Class are: President, Marie Johnson; Vice President, Leon Wolcott; Secretary, Harry Mazza; Treasurer, Ethel Head. The Ring Committee consists of Gladys McKenzie, William Braisted and Marie Johnson, who deserve special credit for their ability in the choice selection of rings. The motto of the Junior Class today and hereafter is: “Crown every passing day with some good action.” Miss Beebe—“Mr. Hendrickson, can you tell us what the mean temperature of this room is?” Mr. Hendrickson (shivering)—“About as mean as it can be, ma’am.” Be hopeful of a man whose limitations are not yet known. Maybe he won’t reach them. Tiger. No Other. 14 You Might Try This. Schenck—“You know, William, you’re managing to wake up earlier in the morn- ing.” B. O’Brien—“Yes, I’ve just bought a parrot.” Schenck—“Instead of an alarm clock?” Bill—“I already had an alarm clock, but I got so I didn’t pay any attention to it. Now I hang the parrot’s cage in my room and put the alarm clock under it. When the alarm clock goes off it startles the parrot and what that bird says would wake anybody up.” Cattle stray into queer places. We once saw a cow hide in a shoemaker's shop. G. McKenzie—“When was money first invented?” S. Dennis—“I dont know. When was it?” Gladys—“When the dove brought the greenback to Noah.” Lore Raver—“She sings nicely, doesn’t she?” B. Braisted—“Oh, yes; when she sings they have to close the windows.” Raver—“My goodness! What for?” Bill—“Her voice is so sweet it draws the flies.” A Difficult Request. Dot. Travis—“Do you sell invisible hair nets?” Clerk—“Yes, miss.” Dot—“Will you let me see one, please?” Long Known. L. Raver—“Father, my teacher said that ‘collect’ and ‘congregate’ mean the same thing. Do they?” Mr. Raver—“Perhaps they do, Lore; but you may tell your teacher that there is a vast difference between a congregation and a collection.” Why? Why is a person approaching a candle like a man getting off his horse? Because he is going to a-light. Why is a portrait like a member of congress? Because it is a representative. Why should all sober people go to rest directly after tea? Because when T is gone night is nigh. Why should a minister be believed? He is nearly always ae-eurate. Why are an egg and a colt alike? They must both be broken before they can be used. Why are bachelors like criminals? Because they hate to go to court. Why is a doctor the meanest man on earth? Because he treats you and then makes you pay for it. A big revolver—The World. A light business—Making gas. A pedestrian’s parting salutation—“Sole long.” How to find happiness—Look in a dictionary. “After the fare”—The conductor. Drawing from nature—Extracting teeth. A matter of interest—A coupon. The latest definition of an old maid—A woman that has been “made” a long- time. The latest thing out—The young man with the latchkey. 15 Not as Much. Ed. Canzona—“Say, Wilkins, you spend a lot of time in your automobile.” S. Wilkins—“Sure, but not as much as 1 spend outside fixing: it up.” It seems as though Copeland Kell is doing sentry duty this year. Why? Watch some day and see for yourself! A Lesson in Physics. Professor—“What do heat and cold do?” Student—“Heat causes expansion and cold contraction.” Professor—“Now give me an example.” Student—“In the summer, when it is hot, the days are long. In the winter, when it is cold, they are short.” What Letter Comes After H? Teacher—“What letter comes after H?” Small boy—“Dunno.” Teacher—“What have I on each side of my nose?” Small boy—“Freckles.” ontore Editors: Carol Schroeder, George Hawkins, Vera Truex. The Sophomore A’s have had several class meetings this term. All were well con- ducted and well attended. The class has made many plans for the future and soon these will show results which will cause the envy of all the other classes. At a recent meeting it was decided that the Sophomore B’s come in with the A’s, taking the latter’s officers and colors. Kenneth Proctor is President; Donald Brower, Vice President; Vera Truex, Secretary, and Marion Courvoiser, Treasurer. Announcement Extraordinary. Early in the year a play will be presented by the Sophomores. It is now being- selected and rehearsals, etc., will soon be in full swing. Watch for details. Mrs. Kerr is to coach, having volunteered her competent services. ’NufT said! The Sophomore class wishes to express publicly its sincere thanks to Mrs. Kerr for the interest she is taking in the class play. We have our shining lights, yet none so bright as our Harold—“cub reporter”— for the Record. And someone was unkind enough to say that they weren’t so SURE of the re- porter part of it, but— 16 Dot Sickles is getting very, very smart. She says it’s because her wisdom teeth are coming in. Oh! Well!! Five of the six girls on the girls’ basket ball team are Sophomores. Unluckily for us, Carolyn has gone, leaving a vacancy no one can fill. We will all miss her and hope that the same good fortune which first brought her to us will bring her back again soon. Miss Rippman told a Spanish Class not to keep looking at the clock. Well, they probably wanted to see if the clock DID ever move! Mrs. Crandall—“How would you number these four things?” F. Gray—“1-2-3-4.” John is surely having a terrible time trying to conquer his curls. We’re satis- fied as long as he doesn’t fix his hair like Decker’s. Say, where did Monroe get that laugh? Mrs. Kerr—“He planted a chair on the trap-door.” Donald Brower—“Did it grow?” The Meetings of the Ninth A Gnde. The first class meeting of the Nine-A grade was held on Tuesday, September the twenty-seventh, nineteen hundred and twenty-one. The following officers were elected: President, Alice Frey; Vice President, Dorothy Metzgar; Secretary, Janette Smock; Treasurer, James Furhmann. The class chose Yale blue and white for their colors. The second class meeting was held on Friday, October 7th, 1921. The class decided upon the first Monday in every month for their meetings, and upon ten cents a month for dues. A committee was appointed to draw up a class constitution. At the third meeting, on Monday, November 7th, 1921, the class constitution was read and adopted without any changes. The committee that drew up the constitution are as follows: Clarence Gray, Dorothy Morris, Hudson Hurley, Helen Brevoort and the President. Torrence Young and Clarence Gray were elected for the executive committee. Anna—“Did you see Mr. Watson down by the fence?” Elsie—“No, he was by the gates.” (Miss Gates.) 17 A is for ALICE BORDEN, ALLER and FREY, B is for BEATRICE, who always knows why. C is for CHARLIE, who’s busy all day, and also for CLARENCE, whose last name is Gray. D is for DOROTHY METZGAR and DOT. These are two girls we all like a lot. E is for ECHO, a CHAMBERLAIN girl, and also for ELSIE, who has a sweet curl. F is for FLORENCE, who often is MOODY, and very unlike our dear little JUDY. G for GEORGE MYERS is next on the list. H is for Helen, with a watch on her wrist. I for the “INFANTS,” so called by MISS GATES, and often she tells us there is naught in our pates. J is for JIMMIE and also JANETTE, who are said to have loved the first time they met. K for two KATHRYNS, and L for LE ROY, and also for LAYTON, who is a tomboy. M is for MARY, who shoots the spitball. N is for NOON, when we rush for the hall. O is for OAKY, full of the dickens, and P for PERRINE, who is one of our chickens. Q stands for quiet and also for quick, but the first never happens unless we are sick. R is for RUTH, whose eyes are so brown, she makes the boys look when she goes through the town. S is for SIEBER, boss of the “High,” and T for THOMPSON, whose jokes make us cry. U for a Union of FRESHMEN, we think; United we stand, divided we sink. V is for VINCENT, a boy in our grade. When it comes to his Latin, we’re all in the shade. W is for WALLACE, the son of a doctor, who chums around with KENNETH PROCTOR. X stands for nothing we have in our class, so now this letter will have to pass. Y is a letter important, I’ll say, although it is YOUNG, much does it weigh. Z for zero, my mark, if by chance—over these pages O’BRIEN should glance. Sarah Klatsky (questioning Walter Woodhead as to his new girl)- “Does she call you honey?” Walter -“No, hut darn near it. She calls me old bees-wax.” Miss Gates—“What do you intend to be when you grow up?” Marion Straus—“A typewriter.” Miss Gates—“An Oliver or an Underwood?” A Good Reason. James Furhmann decided to learn how to play tennis but gave it up, saying that he did not care for the game as it made too much racket (racquet.) Noelle Likes Sailing with One Foot on the Ground. We understand that the following conversation took place between Noelle Williams and her mother during their trip via boat to Canada last summer when Noelle was indisposed most of the time. Mrs. Williams—“Come on deck quick, Noelle, we are passing a ship.” Noelle—“I dont want to see any ships; call me when we pass a tree.” A Flirt. Jane Wilkinson has a motor boat, It gives her so much joy. Every night she’s on the river Flirting with the boy (buoy.) 18 The Round Table announces without fear of contradiction, that Class 8-A is one of good understanding. Note—Big feet in Mrs. Kuhn’s room. Favorite Favorite Favorite Favorite Favorite Favorite Favorite Favorite Favorite Favorite Favorite Favorite� of 9-A Class. tree—Oaky, month—Juny. color—Brown, street—Wallace, avenue—Hudson, costume—Smock, grocer—Morris, doctor—Young, village—Allaire, flower—Rose, biblical story—Ruth. Question—Why is Wallace Wilson like the Morse code? Answer—Because he makes a dash after Dot. (.—). C. Oakerson—“You only kiss me when you want candy?” E. Compton—“Gracious, Oaky; isn’t that enough?” F. Kaiser—“Well, my dear; I’ve just had my life insured for five thousand dollars.” L. Hesse—“Oh, how sweet of you! Now I shan’t have to keep telling you to be careful every place you go.” It was a beautiful moon-light night and they were taking a stroll down the beach. J. Jervis—“Does the moon affect the tide?” G. Omestead—“No, dearest; only the untied.” Edwin McDermott’s Motto. Dont love a little girl lots, Love lots of girls a little. Does This Sound Familiar? Peggy O’Neil, my man, Margie and I were all by ourselves in the moonlight. Ain’t we got fun? He said, “Tell me why dear and I’ll come back to you in Tripoli and I will buy Alice a blue gown from the follies of 1921.” “Say it with music,” I replied. “Although Lena was the queen of Palestina, I’ve got a Bimbo down on the Bimbo Isles; and when the sweet lady smiles kiss me again, kiss me again,” he raged to Peggy. “Old Pal of mine, go feather your nest down by the camp fire bright,” answered Peggy. “I’ve got the wang, wang, blues from my old Kentucky home.” “You’d be surprised,” he said. “Oh me, oh my!” sighed Margie. “Oh, your caresses, dear, from my sweet little buttercup on the South Sea Isles,” he said, fondly looking at her picture. “Oh, well, Jack in the pulpit is still drinking rum, so let the rest of the world go by!” we chorused. 19 JUNIOR HIGH NOTES. Editors: Beatrice Kell, Helen Tuthill, Wallace Wilson. The first meeting of the Freshman Class was held to change the class officers. The results were as follows: President, Noel Lartaud; Secretary, Jack Bailey; Treas- urer, Kenneth Dietz. Speaking of changes—the girls of our class turned out in full force at a recent class meeting to change our colors, indicating that they preferred purple and gold to orange and black. To settle all diplomatic disputes we would advise a rainbow design. The tempest roared. The ship appeared to be sinking. The captain with his own hands ignited the danger rockets. “Captain,” a tall, thin austere woman shrieked into his ear, “1 must protest. We are facing death. Surely this is no time for an extravagant celebration!” Mr. Wolbach—‘T studied French when I was twenty-two.” Bill O’Brien—“How long ago was that, Mr. Wolbach?” A rural Irishman named McCann, who was generally held to he something of a grouch, one evening met the parish priest in a lane. “Good evening, Malachi,” said the good father. “This is a fine moonlight night.” “That may be, your rev'rence,” said Malachi soberly, “hut it’s not tonight that we want the moon out—it's the dark nights.” Dark Doings. During any test in Miss Rippman’s first period Spanish class the rustle of pages (in Spanish books of course) and numerous whispers may he heard throughout the room. Several seats have been changed in Miss Johnson’s seventh and eighth period bookkeeping class. We wonder why. Upon Mrs. Crandall’s arrival in commercial geography class seats have been seen gently sliding over and about the room. NOW should anyone walk into room 30, sixth period, he would see absolute peace and quietness??? Mrs. Crandall—“Mr. Weisman, why is milk not put in cold storage?” Morris W.—“Because cows aren’t like chickens.” Love is like an onion, We eat it with delight; But when it’s gone, we wonder What ever made us bite. First Soph.—“What is the technical word for snoring?” Second Soph.—“Sheet music.” Our idea of a fast “guy”—One who can blow out the lamp and be in bed before it is dark. Our idea of a lazy “guy”—One who will get up at 5:00 o’clock so as to have more time to loaf. Elsie Perrine inquiring as to a new girl in her class. Elsie—“She comes from a respectable family, doesn’t she?” Sylvia—“Oh, the family is respectable enough!” 20 T. Parker—“Do you think it’s wrong to bet?” L. Pryor—“The way I bet, generally is.” “How much is this silk a yard, sir?” A blushing damsel asked Of a young and gushing salesman, Who admiring glances cast. “Only a kiss,” he answered, With an audacious air, As he unfolded the fabric Before the maiden fair. “If you please, I’ll take ten yards, sir.” For a moment his heart stood still; Till the cruel creature added, “And gTandma’ll pay the hill.” The Ambitions of Some Pupils in Room 31. N. Lartaud—To control the class meeting. H. Minton—To conquer the Spanish language (he has our sympathy). J. Bailey—To dance (can you imagine it? We cant). H. Monsky—To get an A in Latin (swell chance). P. Fielder—To retain a hair comb. M. Weisman—To argue (bring on the victims). J. Scott, E. Brown—To learn bookkeeping (????). L. Pryor—To play handball (he might learn). T. Parker—To laugh like a human being (laugh—high E hen’s cackle). D. Oakley, A. Tunis—To remain unseen during a recitation. K. Dietz—To be annoying (more truth than poetry). J. Ilch—To pass algebra (so far it is but an ambition). F. Wagner, W. Kurtz—To be doing nothing (up to present date their ambitions have been realizations). Might Have Taken It. An old negro was taken ill and called in a physician of his own race to prescribe for him; but the old man did not seem to improve and eventually a white physician was summoned. Soon after his arrival Dr.-------felt the old man’s pulse and then examined his tongue. “Did the other doctor take your temperature?” he asked. “I dont know, boss,” said the sick man, “I hain’t missed anything but my watch as yet.” Who supplies class 8-A with peanuts? Ask Achsa Ely! Who said “Forty gallons make a hedgehog?” Noelle Williams—“Dont go. You are leaving me entirely without reason.” Tom Hills—“I always leave things as I find them.” 11-A—“Over there is William Braisted. So you know him?” 8-A. “Sure, he sleeps beside me in Latin class.” 21 ALUMNI NOTES. Charlotte Botticher—At Sargent School. Paul Braisted—Brown University. Edith Brower—At Bridgeton, N. J. Edward Brasch—Employed at vonKattengell's. Grace Burr—Employed by A. Ivins. Raymond Conklin—A farmer. Louis Conover—Employed in Broad street bank. Helen Doremus—At Skidmore. Margaret Dudley—At home. Geraldine Fowler—At Red Cross rooms in Eisner building. Henry Ely—Gettysburg Military Academy. Chester Frake—Rutgers University. Annabel House—Employed in The Register office. Ardella Hardy—At Manasquan. Casper Heller—A New York business man. Lillian Jahnes—Musicale Institute at New York. Herbert Hawkins—A New York business man. Luella Jeffrey—Brown University. Mary Lippincott—At home. Melissa Little—At home. Bernice Ludlow—Newark Normal. Francis Markstein—Studying electrical engineering. Emily Minton—Broad street bank. Helen Maloney—Newark Normal. Geoffrey Mercer—Brown University. Madeline Palise—Newark Normal. Sarah Parker—Married. Catherine Phisterer—Musicale School at Philadelphia. Dixon Russell—New York Nautical School. E. Marion Rice—Savage School. Mary Ryan—At home. Raymond Tansey—New York Law School. Marion Scott—At home. Louise Simpson—Wilson College. Mabel Sutphen—At home. Teresa Sloss—At Pratt. Raymond Tierney—At home. Raymond VanHorn—Taking a course at R. H. S. Katherine Tilton—Montclair Normal. Helene Trent—At home. Kenneth Walker—At home. Ethel Yanko—Syracuse University. Joseph Williams—Penn. University. Maynard White—Accountant at Eisner’s. Ella Healy—Newark Normal. Albert Morris—Weston House Tech. The Plugger. He plugged along from day to day And soon he drew a raise in pay. And then he plugged along some more And got his name upon the door. But still he plugged and now we learn He's managing the whole concern.—Selected. There never was a better piece of advice than, “Dont make customers of your friends but make friends of your customers. —Selected. 22 ATHLETIC NOTES. Editors: Alice Conover, Jack Heller. FOOTBALL— Captain—William Bennett. Manager—Russell T. Hodgkiss. Head coach—Mr. Smith. Coaches—Mr. Sieber, Mr. Lovett. Varsity Squad—William Bennett, 1. t.; James King, r. t., f. b.; Russell Hodg- kiss, h. b.; Cecil Hartman, sub. f. b., 1. t.; George Clayton, r. e.; Alfred Ernst, r. g.; Theodore Nestler, c , f. b.; Charles McAnerney, g., t.; Joseph Irwin, h. b.; Elvin Hendrickson, f. b., 1. e.; G. Schenck, c.; Leon Wolcott, q. b.; Edwin Compton, q. b.; George Sloss, g.; Wilmot Robinson, 1. e.; Frank Scotch, f. b.; William VanNote, 1. e. In the course of practice two of our promising next year’s team, Blecker and Lartaud, received broken wrists. Hendrickson also joined the injured list by break- ing his nose. October 11—The football season opened with the Atlantic Highlands High School game. Although they managed to make a touchdown we eventually beat them, 24-6. October 15—Our second game, Dickinson High arrived at Red Bank on a bright sunny day and carried back to Dickinson the victory, 0-26. October 22—Red Bank went up to South Orange where they met the same de- feat as of last year. October 26—Point Pleasant appeared, and disappeared with the victory, 0-21. November 6—Toms River appeared and they disappeared, but this time we kept the victory, 18-0. November 11—Red Bank traveled to Lakewood to play Newman Prep. Arriv- ing home later, reported that they had had seven blowouts and lost the game, 0-13. November 15—In the rain, Red Bank arrived at Leonardo; in the rain we played Leonardo; and in the rain we tied Leonardo, 0-0. November 17—A bright sunny day; to Freehold this time. And yet again we lost, 0-28. November 24—Again in the rain we played Leonardo; but thanks to little Joe, we beat Leonardo in the rain, 6-0. Thus ended the season, making a total of nine games played, three games won, five games lost and one game tied. Throughout the entire season remarkable school spirit was shown by the girls, and some few fellows. BASKET BALL (Girls) — Coach—Miss Beals. Captain—Carol Schroeder. Manager—Alice Conover. Team—Anita Matthews, f.; Carol Schroeder, f.; Lena Degarve, s. c.; Vera Truex, c.; Marion Couvoirseur, g.; Jessie Inseoe, g.; Alice Conover, g.; Marion Iovino, f. Schedule— December 14—Manasquan at Manasquan. January 4—Perth Amboy at Red Bank. January 11—Asbury Park at Red Bank. February 1—Perth Amboy at Perth Amboy. February 8—Asbury Park at Asbury Park. February 15—Manasquan at Red Bank. 23 BASKET BALL (Boys) — December 23—Manasquan at Red Bank. December 30—Alumni at Red Bank. January 9—Atlantic Highlands at Atlantic Highlands. January 13—Freehold at Red Bank. January 18—Leonardo at Leonardo. January 20—Keyport at Red Bank. February 1—Perth Amboy at Red Bank. February 10—Atlantic Highlands at Red Bank. February 17—Leonardo at Red Bank. Foot ball season is over and we now must turn our attention to some other sport for diversion and that sport is basket ball. This year our school has a team that gives promise to “clean up” all the other- schools in this vicinity. Some town critics say of the team, “They are the fastest players R. B. H. S. has ever produced.” See for yourself if this statement is true or false by coming to see the games. Support your team and with your support wonders can be and will be accomplished. At the time this issue of the Round Table goes to press the basket ball schedule of R. B. H. S. is not complete, but those given are the games arranged to date. EXCHANGES. Editors: Alfred Ernst, Helen Linton. “New Jersey Agriculture,” Rutgers College, New Brunswick, N. J.-—Your paper is very instructive and we will be glad to help boost it. “The Owl,” Wadleigh High School, 1 14th street, west of Seventh avenue, N. Y. A very attractive cover and a novel series of articles. “The Cedar Chest,” Toms River High School, Toms River, N. J. Your articles are good but could be better arranged, especially in your literary department. “The Lawrencian,” Lawrence High School, Lawrence, Long Island. The literary department of your paper is excellent, the stories especially so. “Peddie News,” Peddie Institute, Hightstown, N. J. Very complete school paper. Good review of school activities. “X-Ray,” Sacramento High School, Sacramento, California. Good, compact paper. Literary department especially good. “Red and Black,” Reading High School, Reading, Pa. Nicely arranged. Very interesting. “Targum,” Rutgers College, New Brunswick, N. J. Fine report of school activi- ties. The father of Success is Work, The mother of Success is Ambition, The oldest son is Common Sense. Some of the other boys are Perseverence, Honesty, Thoroughness, Foresight, En- thusiasm, Co-operation. The oldest daughter is Character. Some of her sisters are Cheerfulness, Loyalty, Courtesy, Care, Economy, Sincerity, Harmony. The baby is OPPORTUNITY. Get acquainted with the “old man” and you will be able to get along pretty well with the rest of the family.—Selected. Out of the air the cry rang wild: “Switchman, Switchman, save my child!” He threw the switch in the bat of a lid, Killed eighty people, but saved the kid.—Selected. 24 Compliments of DAVIDSONS’ Good Clothes for Men and Boys. Compliments of A. L. IVINS. I. WEINSTEIN, Expert Shoe Repairing. After Christmas will be located at Monmouth Street, near Maple Avenue. Shoes at Half Price until Xmas. JEFFREY BROS., Red Bank, N. J. Plumbing and Heating Engi- neers. Electrical Goods. H. N. SUPP Estate. Strand Restaurant MEN’S, YOUNG MEN’S AND THE HOME OF PURE BOYS’ CLOTHING AND FOOD. FURNISHINGS. Phone 189-M. 19 Broad Street. Broad Street, Red Bank. Knickerbocker Pharmacy. Prescriptions. SODA :: CIGARS :: CIGARETTES :: CANDY Page Shaw :: Mirror :: Belle Mead Sweets Received twice weekly to insure freshness. REMINGTON PHONOGRAPHS AND OLYMPIC RECORDS. Corner Broad and Monmouth Streets, RED BANK, N. J. Telephones: 808-809-810. PATRONIZE OUR ADVERTISERS—THEY PATRONIZE US. 25 Compliments of Sigmund Eisner Company. PATRONIZE OUR ADVERTISERS—THEY PATRONIZE US. 26 Our store is more than a store. It is a local institution. Our tremendous stock makes it possible for you to satisfy nearly all your requirements. TRUBIN’S. Compliments of F. H. VAN DORN. ANDY’S LUNCH ROOM, (Formerly BroedeFs) Regular Dinner, 50 Cents. Pancakes and Sausage every morning. $5.50 me il tickets, $4.75. 22 West Front St., Red Bank. RED BANK SHOE SHINING PARLOR. WE CLEAN, PRESS AND RE-BLOCK ALL KINDS OF HATS. 49 Broad Street, Red Bank. For Artistic Photographs. If you want the best, visit STEWART’S STUDIO. Also Expert Picture Framing. 28 Broad Street, Red Bank. THE U. S. ARMY BARGAIN STORE. If you want practical holiday gifts it moderate prices patronize this store. 35 Broad Street, Red Bank. ALPERIN’S DELICATESSEN, Compliments of D. A. Johnson. Monmouth Dairy Co., RED BANK. Phone 886, Select Dairy Products. Milk, Cream, Butter. 20 Broad Street, Red Bank, New Jersey. Our Delicious Sandwiches Fill the Aching Void. Manufacturers of “Our National Mayonnaise” Peanut Butter Made While You Wait. Buttermilk. Eggs. PATRONIZE OUR ADVERTISERS—THEY PATRONIZE US. 27 Santa Claus is at Clarence White’s, 9 Broad Street, Red Bank. Bring the kids to see him. He has a big bag full of Rubber Boots, Arctics, House Slippers, Skating Shoes, Dress Shoes, etc., all wait- ing for you to come. Here’s Wishing You a Merry Christmas! CLARENCE WHITE. J. KRIDEL, Clothier, Hatter and Furnisher. Cor. Broad and Front Sts., Red Bank. Phone Connection. JIM’S LUNCH ROOM, Next to Kridel's Market. FRONT STREET, RED BANK. Home Made Crullers and Pies. Dinner, 50 Cents. Open from 6:00 A. M. to 2:00 A. M. Compliments of the Red Bank Candy Kitchen. Before you buy your Christmas candy, come see us. Wholesale Prices to Churches and Organizations. Broad Street, Red Bank. Hendrickson Stout, 69-71 Broad Street, Red Bank. REAL ESTATE AND GENERAL INSURANCE. M. F. Tetley. Dont Forget Him! NEWSDEALER AND STATIONER. “Say It With Flowers.” W. W. Kennedy Sons, FLORISTS. 41 Broad Street, Red Bank. William Brevoort, FIRST CLASS MEATS, POULTRY and PROVISIONS Our Winter Specialty: Home Made Saus«ige, Young Jersey Pork. 39 Broad Street, Red Bank. Phone 354. Compliments of SAM CARDNER, Sanitary Barber Shop. C. F. S. H. ELLIOTT, Newsdealers and Stationers. 68 Broad Street, Red Bank. SPORT GLOVES AND GAUNTLETS AT A. SALZ CO. 28 Compliments of Senior Class. Kelly Nichols, “Quality and Service.” Automobile Equipment. At the Fountain, Red Bank, New Jersey. Eagle Jewelry and Novelty Shop. The Home of First Class Jewelry and Novelties. Leon Kisler, Prop. 13-A East Front Street, Red Bank. Phone 967. “True to Its Name” Franklin Thrift Store, 37 Broad Street. Buy Your Holiday Groceries Here “Where Economy Rules.” JACK KATH, Manager. J. YANKO, Successor to Adlem Co. DRY GOODS AND READY-TO-WEAR. 32 Broad Street, Red Bank. CHRISTMAS GIFTS AT A. SALZ CO. 29 Compliments of Junior Class. Jelke’s Good Luck Margarine at KRIDEL’S MEAT MARKET. Lou Tetley. “You Know the Rest.” Globe Furnishing Co. FURNITURE, RUGS, LINOLEUM. Mary’s Bake Shop, 29 Broad Street, Red Bank, New Jersey. Phone 252. Compliments of Hendrickson Applegate, Front Street, Red Bank, New Jersey. FOR SILK HOSE GO TO A. SALZ CO. Compliments of Sophomore Class. FRENCH CLEANERS AND DYERS, Compliments of 6 Broad Street. ECONOMY Phone 1151. Our Klean Kleaning Satisfies. MEAT MARKET. Phone 15-J. Suits made to order. Bruno Mazza, L. de la Reussille, MERCHANT TAILOR. Scouring, Cleaning and Re- pairing Promptly Done. DIAMONDS, JEWELRY, Ladies’ Tailoring a Specialty. Gifts That Last. 1 East Front Street, Opposite Broad Street, RED BANK. 38 Broad Street, Red Bank, New Jersey. The essentials of a well balanced life: Well Shined Shoes, Well Blocked Hat, Classy Shoes at Cheapest Prices. Compliments of All can be procured at THE FOUNTAIN SHOE and HAT CLEANING PARLOR. C. R. D. Foxwell. BOOKS FOR EVERYBODY AT A. SALZ CO. 31 James Cooper, Jr., Prescription Druggist. The Rexall Store. CIGARS :: CIGARETTES :: CANDY “Cooper’s Soda.” Hot and Cold. Phone 355 Red Bank. Prompt Motor Delivery. B. Ricei. C. Butera. “The Talk of the Town.” Up-to-Date Tailoring Co. Ladies’ and Gents’ High Class Tailoring, Cleaning and Pressing. 71 Broad Street, Red Bank. (Over Candy Kitchen) Phone 43-R. Pete’s Candy Shop. The Finest HOME-MADE CANDIES AND ICE CREAM. 48 Broad Street, Red Bank, New Jersey. SCHRAMM SON, LADIES’ and CHILDREN’S READY- TO-WEAR FURNISHINGS AND MILLINERY. 24 Monmouth St., Red Bank. Phone 208-J. H. C. Ennis, BICYCLES AND SPORTING GOODS. Automobile and Electrical Supplies. 64 Broad Street, Red Bank. Luncheon. Afternoon Tea. THE CAKE SHOP AND TEA ROOM. Everything Home Made. 552 Cookman Ave., Asbury Park. Phone 2183. Broad Street, Red Bank. Phone 668 Compliments of E. E. Morris. WOOL SPORT HOSE AT A. SALZ CO. 32 Begin Your Next Merry Christmas Now. If you had started saving a few cents a week a year ago to- day, how much easier it would have been to buy gifts this year. Join Our Christmas Club, Which Starts December 27th and be ready with a nice snug bank account when Christmas comes again. The plan is simple, easy and satisfactory in every detail. We have four classes in which the payments are always the same, as follows: Class 25—25 cents each week; total.$ 12.50 Class 50—50 cents each week; total........ 25.00 Class 100—$1.00 each week; total... 50.00 Class 200—$2.00 each week; total... 100.00 You may join as many classes as you wish. Every member in the family may join, from the youngest to the oldest—your neighbors and all their children are sure to join. No membership fee. The Club Starts Monday, December 27th. Come into the bank and let us tell you all about the plan. The Broad Street National Bank OF RED BANK, NEW JERSEY.