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

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est www Senior ( )ptimist DEDICATION We, the class of June, 1938, respectfully dedicate this Senior Optimist to “Dean” Parsons, who has been our friend and adviser.

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esmen AA—A— ———— —————— Senior Optimist MADE IN GERMANY 5.3 Crash! A small glass crashed resoundingly of the large dimly-lit office ‘Bah! Made in Germany!” growled at the large desk. Dr. Paul R. Froelich muttered to himself, then reached for another glass. Not finding any, he tilted the bottle to his lips and drank a long draught. It had been many years since he had taken a drink. Way back when he had started his career in the university. He hadn't met his Anna yet Poor dear Anna; she had been so lovely. Her dark hair, lovely eyes—sh: had been so beautiful. Verdamnt Germans! The old mas eyes gleamed with thought of how his lovely Anna had died under the persecution mans, his own people. Yes, they had killed his Anna but he had with the boy. Ach! Carl! Such a good boy! Why, he'll be twelve next month I must get him something nice. Already he wants to become a famous doctor like his father. He always bothers Gretchen to let him play doctor. She 1s such a good woman, Gretchen. It is lucky I found her to take care of my Carl. She is devoted to the boy. If only she wouldn't talk so much German. She promises not to, but every time she becomes excited she forgets. Ach! It is bad for the boy! | want him to forget German! The old doctor paused in his musings to take another swig from the bottle when something on the label caught his eye “Made in Germany! Bah, I hate everything with those words!” The enraged surgeon paused, the bottle half-way to his lips. With a sweep of his arm, he sent the partly-filled bottle crashing against the far wall of the room, the liquor making a large stain on the polished wood-work Just as the old doctor sank into his chair, a timid knock was heard on the door. “Come” growled Froelich and glared at the young, pale-faced interne who cautiously invaded the sanctity of his private office. “What 15 it you wish ?” | | | “Excuse me for bothering you, sir, but there is an emergency case that just came in. A young boy, sir, with a ruptured appendix. There is an old lady with him who seems to be trying to tell us something but we can't understand her. She is excited and can talk only in German.” “German! Bah! Dogs! Tell Dr. Bruder to handle this case.” Dr. Bruder! Why he has never handled an operation in his life! Why this is murder!” The young interne's eyes flashed. Silence! shouted the old surgeon, the liquor mounting to his brain His eyes flashed with his long hatred for his old fatherland. I am in charge here! Tell Dr. Bruder to prepare for the operation. Go!’ The youth in white turned on his heel and softly closed the door behind him. Bah! Germany! muttered the gray-thatched physician as he settled back Page 4