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

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Senior ( )ptimist vall ww somet A TOASI RE’S TO OLD SOUTH SIDE Francis Smiti vvy, Miss White, Here's to | Lofty in mi Here's to her Poured as if Here's to hei es, may they topple and fall! Here's to Old South Side—the Queen of them all! NIGHT Ethel Kat Abov e Peaceful starlight, Cool breezes caress white stars And blow the dying fire into a ruby. Page 10

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June, 1 9 3 8 st энн — — жили en O PETERLE Hert: You usually don't write about your own boy-friends. But do so for a change My boy- friend’s name was Peter Peter the Great He certainly was майек fellow. And smart and funny. What else do you wa ‘ou ll be astonished to learn that | had fr hew my little riend's food, io he could eat it. But that was only when we first met. He was too help less then tO do his own work, ro! he Was only three weeks old He had as white a neck as a swan, with four blue points around it like chain. His coat was striped blue-white like a zebra. Only with different colors of course. His long tail was blue As you may have guessed already, Peter the Great was a parrakec little parrot. Well, as he grew up, Peterle became a very attentive student. Sitting on my nose, he bent his little body as far over as he could, always afraid he would lose a word that came from out of my mouth. And so he learned the most important part of a language (the most expressive anyway) : Slang. | bet you, there wasn't a word in the whole slang, he couldn't use! (It was good that you had to get used to his voice, before you could understand him; otherwise, visitors would have wondered what kind of a house they had en- tered. By the way, my dear cousin Hildegard always pretended not to under stand him. (ГЇЇ never forgive her that!) My mother didn't like very much the idea of birds walking around on dinner-tables. But the majority (Peter the Great and 1), won. There really was no reason whatsoever to exclude him from a decent table. You can be sure that he had a sense of etiquette. He never walked into the middle of plates. He always remained very decently on the edges and picked with his beak whatever he desired to have for dinner. When he saw a mirror, he started to laugh over his whole face. And then he told stories to that other Peterle in there, stories without ending. His inquisitive mind forced him several times to get hold of that fellow by look ing behind the mirror. But unfortunately that lovely phantom disappeared then. So Peter the Great had only one choice to shake his aged head and forget about his research work. (I tried that mirror-business with different dogs , but all of them simply turned around and looked at me as if they wanted to accuse me of doubting their intelligence.) Peter also loved to listen to music and vacuum-cleaners. He accompanied them with his chattering and all the songs he could whistle. How many times a day did I run to the window, anxious to see who was whistling for me, and had to discover that there was Peter, playing a joke on me. And how many note-books did that little devil spoil for me! Not that he was eating the paper! No!! Peter the Great had too much princely blood in his veins for that! But he simply was delighted if other people were angry. And he liked to tear paper. But one morning, Peterle didn't look happy at all. He tried hard Page 9

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