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

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THE ROUND TABLE 3 SWEET-TOOTH DOCTORS LAMENTATIONS OF A POET Today a poem I have to write With not a writable thing in sight. Alas! Alack! What shall I do? For I can't find a thing that's new. With a pencil in my trembling hand And fear gripping like an icy band, I stand and look and seek and gaze At the thoughts that surround In a deep, deep haze. So at last I finally make up my mind. In the world of thoughts a new thing I find. But what does seem so very sad Is that others have stolen what I have had. A poet is temperamental you see. Thus my calling will never a poet be. Because at the wrong time I'm tem- peramental Which to poetry is very detrimen- tal. D. M. Story, '27. SHEIKS? I WONDER Yes, Harry Ingalls! Cedric Ryder! 0! What a pair of sheiks! They try to “vamp just any girl That walks around the streets. There’s a bus that takes them both to school. Of course, it takes girls too. If all the busmen should stop work. What would these two sheiks do? It's on this bus they make their dates For classrooms, noon, and night. To see them rush for certain girls Must be a funny sight. Here’s just a little warning for A girl or two I know— Beware of those who think they're sheiks— They’re everywhere you go. Went down the street the other day. Saw one behind a tree And can't you guess why he was there? A girl—a date—you see. And why was he behind a tree? Is what you're going to ask. He did not want to see this girl Till all the rest had passed. The other has a different way Of “fixing” up his date. He asks the first girl that he sees So doesn’t have to wait. Why is it that these boys are sheiks? Is the question that unfurls. Can’t be because the girls like them; Must be they like the girls. I hope they'll both outgrow these traits (The wish of others too) But, I’m 'fraid they'll be six-footers With the growing they must do! A Member of Alumni Ass’n. JUNIOR NOTES (Continued from Page One) president of the Senior Class, pro- posed that since the dance would be so near the joint reception, the dance be dropped. This year there will be a joint reception, the ex- penses of which will be shared by both classes. A motion was m ade and unanimously carried that this proposal be adopted. S. M. M., '28. JUNIOR JESTS THE SENIORS—AN APPRECIATION The Seniors are a stuck up class. Their manner is as smooth as glass. They think they are a bunch of pips. The boys use lipstick on their lips. The girlies curl and friz their hair Until they’d scare a grizzly bear. (Continued on page 4)

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2 THE ROUND TABLE THE ROUND TABLE Published Monthly by Students of R. B. H. S. Year Subscription ...........60c Single Copy lOe Editors-in-Chief— Geo. Olmstead Lois Rogers Literary Editor..........M. Alperin Art Editors— V. Norcross J. Houghton Athletic Editors— G. Norman C. Morford Class Editors— D. Story, ’27 ET. Cooper, ’27 F. Blaisdell, ’28 S. Hodas, ’28 R. Schroeder, ’29 A. Giles, '29 Humor Editors— Harry Ingalls Robert McCoach Exchange Editor...........G. Dennis Circulation Managers— R. McCoach W. Brannin L. Colio Business Managers— J. Curley J. Van Nostrand N. Klatsky Typists — H. Van Dorn E. Walder Alumni Editor ..........M. Kendell Faculty Advisors— Miss Stanger Mr. Gilland A LITERARY CURIOSITY Have you ever happened to see this literary curiosity? From the works of thirty-eight American and English authors some painstaking searcher chose these lines, each from different author, but together making a remarkable set of verses, packed with good advice. We quote: Why all this toil for triumphs of an hour?—Young. Life’s a short summer, man a flower.—Dr. Johnson. By turns we catch the vital breath and die-—Pope. The cradle and the tomb, alas, so ni gh!—P rior. To be is better far than not to be. —Sewell. Though all men’s lives may seem a tragedy.—Spenser. But light cares spread when mighty griefs are dumb.—Daniel. The bottom is but shallow whence they come.—Sir Walter Scott. Your fate is but the common fate of all.—Longfellow. Unmingled joys to no man here bef all.—Southwell. Nature to each allots its proper sphere.—Congreve. Fortune makes folly her peculiar care.—Churchill. Custom does not often reason over- rule.—Rochester- And throw a cruel sunshine on a fool.—Armstrong. Live well, how long or short permit to heaven.—Milton. They who forgive most shall be most forgiven.—Bailey. Sin may be clasped so close we cannot see its face.—Trench. Wile intercourse where virtue has no place.—Somerville. Then keep each passion down how- ever dear.—Thomson. Thou pendulum betwixt a smile and tear.—Byron. Her sensual snares let faithless pleasure lay.—Smollett. With craft and skill to ruin and betray.—Crabbe- Soar not too high to fall, but stoop to rise.—Massinger. We masters grow of all that we despise.—Cowley. Oh, then renounce that impious self-esteem!—Beattie. Riches have wings, and grandeur is a dre am.—Cowper. Think not ambition wise because ’tis brave.—Sir Wm. Davenant. The paths of glory lead but to the grave.—Gray. What is ambition? ’Tis a glorious cheat.—Willis. Only destructive to the brave and gre at.—Addison. What s all the gaudy glitter of a crown?—Dryden. The way of bliss lies not on beds of down-----Francis Quarles. How long we live not years but ac- tions tell.—Watkins. That man lives twice who lives the first life well.—Herrick. Make then, while yet you may, your God your friend.—William Mason. Whom Christians worship yet not comprehend.—Hill. The trust that’s given guard and to yourself be just.—Dana. jFor live we how we can, yet die we must.—Shakespeare. THE POETS’ CORNER SENIORS What a grand and glorious feeling Is that feeling we Seniors demand From three insignificant classes, kneeling To us, to do as we elders command. After faithfully striving through three long years We have reached the highest goal. And as the “parting of the ways’’ nears We stand together as on the time rolls. We think ourselves worthy our high -sounding name And consider our years well spent. But many are those who dispute our claim However well it is meant. Gladys Norman ’27. MY PAINTING I need, in life as well as in my painting. To do it all with real hard work and not a bit of feigning. To make my outline and fill the empty spaces, And scatter it throughout with different faces. As every day I paint the picture of my life, I shall try, not to make one mis- take in care or strife So that to erase will not be for me. But to have my canvas come back as perfect as can be. Vera Norcross, ’27. SOPHOMORES Sophomores did I hear you say? Yes I heard of them one day, A foolish little simple crowd— Sometimes too soft, sometimes too loud. You can hear their silly talk No matter where you go to walk. They are always underfoot, They never stay where they are put; Reason doesn’t grow the way it should. But, of course, in a sophomore that’s understood. T. A. P.

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4 THE ROUND TABLE JUNIOR JESTS (Continued from Page 3) They try to boss tbe Juniors ’round But tbe Juniors just ain’t to be downed. And when they want the Juniors’ help We just sit still and let ’em yelp. So, ole Seniors, just beware. Watch your step and have a care. Trod not upon our dainty toes. Or we’ll just up and punch your nose. Be wary, watchful, cautious too, Or the Juniors will make an end of you. A. B., ’28. Juniors for surpassing all the rest JJnequaled in the knowledge quest JJothing is there in their code |n which vice finds an abode Qver-arching all the others J eally credits to their mothers J agacious, truthful, pure and kind The best this earth will ever find. A. B., ’28. The Sophomores! Hah! Oh Hail! All Hail! They puff and blow like some old whale. They surely are a pack of pests They pat their backs, puff out their chests. But dear reader, please don’t mind ’em Someday their faults they’ll leave behind ’em. When they’re Juniors as old as we Righteous, pure, and kind they’ll be. But just now there is no doubt. They’re nothing at all to write home about. A. B., ’28. The Juniors wrote a little song. About the Sophomores which was wrong; And a crafty Soph stole this verse, Which made the Juniors feel much worse. And then the poets were full of madness, Which caused the Sophomores much sadness, But dear School-mates don’t you cry. You can write another one by and by. “A Sophomore.” SOPHOMORE NOTES (Continued from Page One) come back. But this purpose was dropped, for Mr. Strauss disclosed a probability of the return of the president, (who later returned that noon. ) The fact that this class would not combine with the present 10A class in graduating was also made known by Mr. Strauss. A suggestion for improv- ing assemblies and a brief talk on each member of the class doing his or her duty toward making the class a success were then made and given respectively by Mr. Strauss. There being no further business to discuss, the meeting was adjourned. On January 6, 1927, the Sopho- more class held its regular monthly meeting with President Russel in charge. The dues having been col- lected and old business discussed, the financial problem of the class was taken up. The class is to have a benefit show at the Strand Thea- tre some time in the future, and committees were appointed to com- plete this work. A committee on arrangement consists of: B. Conover K. Brower A. Curchm This committee was appointed to zone the town for ticket sellers. A committee on advertisement consisting of: K. Pope D. Linton L. Hope was appointed to care for advertis- ing. The old activities committee is to take charge of the tickets and their printing. The meeting was then adjourned at the bell. SOPHOMORE SLIPS On Thursday, December 9, the Sophomore class held its regular monthly meeting in Room A. Prob- lems were talked over and reported on by the committees. The treas- urer reported $108.75 with some money standing out. R. Schroeder. TEN YEARS AGO IN RED BANK (Continued from Page One) Miriam Alperin gave a doll’s tea party to which her friends, Janice Sobel and Estelle Yanko were in- vited. A good time was had by all (dolls included). Jesse Bennett, was spanked for unmercifully teasing “Scotchman” Hanley who, to the surprise of everyone present, actually bought his own lolly pop, which cost the great sum of 5c. It may be added that the lollypop was an all day sucker. James Curley was severely chas- tised for pulling Gladys Norman’s curls. John Hollywood actually lau gh- ed, causing Irene Anderson to faint. Janet Brown was punished very severely for climbing trees with Eddie Leddy. Bertha Collis broke her nose while roller skating down Broad Street. Lois Rogers suffered violent ill- ness caused, she confessed, hy smoking her grandfather’s corncob pipe. SENIORS! Pay Your Dues! EXCHANGES Our list of exchanges has in- creased to such an extent that two exchange editors would not be in the way at all. Our list has been increased in the past month or so by papers from which we have not heard from before this year. We greet heartily the following: “The Cedar Chest”—Toms River High School. “The Anvil”—Terre Houte, In- diana. “The Periscope” —Perth Amboy, New Jersey. “The B eacon”—Asbury Park, New Jersey. “The Lever”—Stevens School, Ho- boken. “The Broadcaster”—Alioa, Ten- nessee. “The Orange and Black”—Middle- ton, Conn. The Advocate”—New Brunswick. “The Se archlight”—Bound Brook, N. J.