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

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MSTBI1™1 a cw wccl s our hiKl’ school education will be ended. Some of us will go on to tXV y a college for further schooling, others will enter the worlds of industry and business. To the jx»tential college student, we have a few words to say. If you intend to go to college because you think you can ‘make the varsity team', or because ‘Johnny’s going', you had better stay away. The college student who is not college timber is only wasting time and money. But those students who arc going to college for an education,—remember, education is not merely a fact-finding business; it is the business of training one's mind for the purpose of enjoying life more thoroughly. Preparation for a happy life,—that should be the motive behind every education. That large group of students who arc about to enter the business world.—with you we wish to plead, plead that you further your education. This does not necessitate going to college. There arc numerous day and evening schools lie re in our own city where one may receive education in languages, literature, drawing, engineering, building trades, accounting, clerking, salesmanship; in fact, practically every phase of art. science, industry, and commerce. At these schools one may receive instruction in one's chosen vocation, or one may learn to better appreciate the beauties of life. In addition to these institutions, one may use our Public Library, which maintains large collections of books on every conceivable subject. These books will always be open to you in your search for knowledge and in your preparation for a happy life. In this era of plans and systems, it would be especially appropriate to work systematically in your extension of knowledge, and in this connection it might be well to keep in mind the words of Mary Lyon, the American educator, Do something, have a plan, live for some purpose. Those of us who follow such a program are sure to get out of life that satisfaction that we seek. 4CrN(HIED8MINI of the faculty who have rendered us their assistance, and to those members of the under- graduate student body whose efforts have helped make possible the success of this magazine. We now present it to you, trusting you will criticize lightly, and hoping that it will keep fresh in your memory the days you have spent and the students you have met in South Side High School. Very sincerely, PHILIP FELDMESSER, Ed it or-in - Ch icf. l.SKU HERE you will find listed those members of the Senior Class whose loyalty and labor have brought about the publicatum of this magazine. Here, I wish to express, in the name of the staff, our gratitude to those members Eight

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The old school stands bathed in sunlight. There is about it a dignity, an old-world charm that clings. The ivy vines creep tenderly about the red brick, protective. These are the things one remembers when book-lore is forgotten. The owls in the cornices blink wisely . . . They know what we can only guess.

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LITERATURE THE CLOCK STRIKES NINE By Saul Swam» CHARACTERS Dr. Milburne: A Specialist Richard Manton: A successful business man Shephard: A servant Scene: Dr. Milburne's Office Time: Present The curtain rises on a Hoc tor’s office. It is furnished simply and xcith an eye toward gaining an air of culture. The nails are lined with book cases, and while several books are stacked carelessly on top of the case, together with a fete magasincs. the general atmosphere is one of neatness. In the background looms a large clock which is striking as the curtain rises. In the cen- ter is a desk at which is seated Dr. Mil- bume. On looking at him, one is struck by the geniality of his general appearance, by his commanding personality, and by the strength of character made manifest by the lines in his face. He is clearly over sixty, and his silver hair, carefully combed back over his forehead, gives him an air of classic serenity. He is poring over some papers as Shephard enters. Shephard: Mr. Manton is waiting outside, sir. He says he has an appointment. Milburne: (Apparently distracted.) H’m, yes. Show him in. And by the way, don’t let us be disturbed in any way whatsoever for about an hour. 1-ock tlie door to make sure after he enters. You can leave for an hour or so. too. and get something to eat. Shephard: Thank you. sir. (Exit.) Milburne rises and paces the floor, head on chest, obviously rapt in thought. He walks to the electric switch and extinguishes all lights save a lamp on the desk in the center, the light of which gives an eerie effect to the room. Manton enters. He is essentially a business man. somnehat portly. He is puffing heav- ily from exertion. There is about him an air of the city and its ways. He is very nervous and abrupt, and suffers from heart trouble. Milburne: Ah, good evening, Mr. Manton. (They shake hands.) How is business? Manton: (Speaking jerkily and pausing con- stantly for breath.) Oh. fair, market's a little shaky. (Cockily.) Doesn't worry me. Milburne: No, I suppose it doesn't. A man with your vast experience probably can sense its fluctuations. Will you smoke? (He gestures tmvard cigar box on desk.) Manton: No thanks. Weak heart, you know. That’s what I came to sec you about. It gets me so nervous, jumpy, I can’t tolerate the slight- est noise. My own doctors aren’t doing a thing, so I’ve come to you. You have, you know, the best reputation. Milburne: Ah. I know. But reputations, inv dear sir—what are they? They are built in a lifetime, with a life’s labor, and in a second they are gone. (He is again grouping abstracted, far away.) And what is life, with its many webs, its many crossroads? (His eyes take on a curious look.) Before we get down to actual business. I would like to tell you a true story which brings out my point. Do you mind, sir? Of course, if you’re too busy — Manton: (Taking out his ttatch.) H’m. h’m. Well. I have an appointment for 9 o’clock. I guess there’s time, if it won’t take too long. Milburne: Thank you. My story must go back some forty years. In those days, sir, life did not have the hustle and hustle to which we arc accustomed today. We did things leisurely but meticulously, with an eye to correctness more than to actual gain. Well, I had been engaged for about three years to a lady by the name of Joan Adams. (Manton starts visibly and peers intently into Milburne's face. Milburne. seeing this, draws back into the shad «vs. and goes on, as if to reassure him.) By all means, a common name, but there was nothing common about Joan. I was a,struggling young physician in a small town. then, and while I saw the futility of a marriage with my limited means. I had always looked forward to the day when I would be able to make Joan my wife. (Manton stirs impatiently.) I see. sir. that you are growing impatient, and so I will omit descriptions and state cold, hard facts. (Wistfully.) Ah! They were cold;they were hard! A young man came into our town from the city. He swept Joan off her feet. It must have been the effect of the outside world on a life that had been barren of thrills. Nine