South Side High School - Optimist Yearbook (Newark, NJ)

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THE OPTIMIST THE SVET MUSIC STUDIOS VIOLIN, PIANO, COMPOSITION and ENSEMBLE PLAYING 708 HIGH STREET NEWARK, N. J. Telephone Mitchell 2858 8

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 55 1 T H E OPT IMIS T COMPLIMENTS OF L. ACHTEL STETTER 842 BROAD ST. Upon our busy Market Street There is a specialist. Oh! so neat; His work now no one can defeat. His bob and curl none can compete. That permanent hair wave can’t he beat. This Parisienne Beauty Parlor on Market Street. FRANK DU BATO 128 MARKET STREET, (Room 307) Newark, N. J. Phone: Mulberry 2015 GREENWOOD’S DRUG STORE 907 BERGEN STREET, Cor. Hawthorne PI. Phone: Wav. 0811 NATIONAL CLOTHING CO. “Nifty Clothes’ We Cater to the High School Students 215 SPRINGFIELD AVE., Cor. Charlton St Compliments of LAW OFFICES GOLDSTEIN GOLDSTEIN GUSTAVE L. GOLDSTEIN, June ’17 DAVID GOLDSTEIN, Feb. ’19

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 £5 1 THE OPTIMIST [ □I di In Jb Jeanette Goldpine, Chairman Martin Rross I). Dorothy Gann Editors HELGA FeDDERSEN Hulda Goki.i.ek Austin V. Henry Joseph Marzki, The Sea By Helen Grccnhlat Wild and free, wild and free. This is the song of the sea. Hissing and churning. Fantastic twirling, Thunderous pounding. Hysterical hounding. This is a storm at the sea. Jet and silver, jet and silver. This is the moon and the sea. Swaying and shim'ring, Exotic glim'ring. Soft silken glowing, Black oily flowing, This is a night at the sea. Blue and gold, blue and gold. This is the sun and the sea. Brilliant and blinding. Wantonly winding, Superbly sweeping. Laughing and leaping, This is a day at the sea. Cool and strong, cool and strong, This is the touch of the sea. Rushing and pressing. Coolly caressing Buoyantly lifting Peacefully drifting. This is the feel of the sea. Grit By Leonard Uslandcr Civilization is the country of man; the wilder- ness, that country which has not been polluted by him, which has not come under his powerful control, is the country of God and God's crea- tures. Here is His temple of tall columns sup- porting a leafy roof sprinkled with blue heaven and fleecy clouds. Nature is His priestess and caretaker of His domains ami her parishioners arc four-footed or winged creatures who roam o’er the land living upon His bounty and good- ness. Here, every night, the restless, roving wolf packs might be heard howling their praises to their liountcous Giver who shows His smiling face to them from the silvery moon. On this particular moonlit night could be heard the terrible soul-racking howl of a lone wolf, an outcast from his fellows and a hater of the civilization where he was reared. Long before him his ancestors had roamed these very forests, leaders every one of them. His Rrandfathcr, Greywolf. was king of all the packs. Wherever they went he was in the lead. When they attacked some lone deer or stag he was the first to pounce upon the rearing, butting crea- ture and close his mighty jaws upon the throat of the unlucky victim. He was an immense fel- low standing every bit of 5 inches higher than any others of the pack. No other could approach him for strength, agility and endurance and lie reigned with heartless fangs. Running along with that easy, tireless, loping movement char- acteristic of the canine family he would keep 9