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

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SENIOR OPTIMIST HOMEWORK Boy, this history is tough. Let's see! The reconstruction period began right after the Civil War. The three major problems-Oh dear, I wonder if he really is noticing me at last-jim March, I mean. He spoke to me for the first time today, since we were introduced. Maybe it was my new dress that did it-the salesgirl said it brought out the green in my eyes. jim's really marvelous! He should be-he's our star football player. Gosh! If he ever really started to notice me, would the other girls be jealous! That catty Grace Turner said I wouldn't get to first base with him but I'm going to show her a thing or two. Of course he'll have to ask me to the Senior Prom. I think I'll get a white gowng then maybe he'll nickname me his White Angel. I'd love that. We won't be able to be engaged right away, at least not until we both graduate. But I'll let the other girls know he's mine. Will that green-eyed monster get hold of them! It's a shame the way the girls run after him. It's really only coincidence that I pass him so much in the hall, although I was late for English when I cut through the auditorium so I could pass him again. Now where was I?-Problem No. 1-Governments had to be furnished -I guess I am lucky he notices me at all. His brown wavy hair, brown eyes, and pearly teeth attract all the girls. It would be nice if he would Serenade me outside of. my window. I could climb out on the porch roof and pretend I was Juliet! No-that wouldn't work, I made believe I was Juliet the time I liked Bill Graham. It's a good thing I didn't kill myself when he left school, or I never would have met jim March. Last time I was Scarlet O'Hara, but that was because Artie was raising a moustache and reminded me of Rhett Butler. I might be different this time and pretend I'm myself. I think I'm going to try it. Maybe Jim likes natural girls who are sweet and shy. It's worth tryin . I.et's see-three problems of reconstruction: onel. --Betty Nerter. GOODBYE FRIENDS As our graduation time draws near, It brings back memories of yesteryear. We remember starting South Side High anew, And now 'tis time to say to friends, Adieu. We donlt want to say, Farewell, so soon, But since we must, let's say it with a tune. Let it be Bingo and no other one To say Goodbye, now that four years are done. -Selma Walt. Page Sixteen

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JANUARY 1939 AMIBSITIIONS THAT oTHiEHs HAv1E HAH iron ME ' By W. P. Adams This is the sad story of the life of,W. P. Adams secured at an interview with him as he did his bit to render South Side waterproof. My name is William P. Adams and I have waited years to tell the world the sad story of my life. As it does for all men, life began for me when I was born. I had hardly cut my first tooth when my trouble began. My father de- cided that I was the prettiest baby in the country and tried to get me hired for advertisements. I was hired, but alas, my picture was shown all over the country to illustrate what would happen to any baby that was not fed Bor- dine's Certified Baby Milkf, When I was four months old, my mother determined that I was an in- fant prodigy and started to teach me how to read. When I was two I spoke my first word! Thus my career ran on. At the age of four my promise as a great pianist was ended when simultaneously my parents received a restraining injunction and the finance company took away our piano. To console me, or rather them, I was placed in kindergarden where I made great progress for three years. I then advanced rapidly through the grades graduating with hon- ors at the age of seventeen. Hereupon my parents, aunts, uncles, and other hangers-on decided that my great genius warranted a good education, so I was sent to the best preparatory school in the country. Six years later I tried to enter collge, but the only one that would accept me was a barber's college. My proud father now was sure that I had found my niche in this world. He forecast the day when I would be the premier tonsorial artist of the world. Alas, my career was cut short when, due to a mathematical miscalcu'lation, I cut a subject's ears off instead of his hair. I was further disgraced when after being given a second chance, I cut a man's throat while shaving him. In the meantime, having acquired a wife and six children, I was forced to join the WPA. There at last was success. I rose from ditch digger to foreman, to pro- ject director. Then tragedy came. A bridge that my crew was working on col- lapsed. My friend in Washington died and I made the foolish mistake of vot- ing Republican. So here I am chipping away at the side of your honorable school. Well, so long, here comes the foreman! -Norman Liclalin. METAMOIRPHOSIS As a freshman I entered bewildered and green As a sophomore I 'learned it paid tobe seen As a junior, I worked hard for South Side High And now as a senior, I dread the good-bye. -Beffenice Stein. Page Fifteen

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