Clifton Springs High School - Cliftonian Yearbook (Clifton Springs, NY)

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10 THE CLIFTONIAN They seemed to appear before me one by one, and each told me what his occupation was and what he was doing. Can you guess who the first one I saw was? None other than Orville Lagenor. He is a well-known New York millionaire by night and the head janitor in the Chrysler Building in the day time. He worked first as a common janitor, saved his money and wisely invested it. Pretty good for Orville, wasn’t it? Who should the next one be but Marian Sweeney, now one of the best known night club hostesses in New York City. Most of the people who used to go to Tex Guinan’s night club, now go to Marian Sweeney’s. The next one who confronted me was inger Newland. You probably know what she is now. You must have read about it in the papers. But I will tell you anyway. She holds the women’s record for the one hundred-yard sprint. Inger surely must have changed a good deal since I saw her last. Her time for the hundred yards was a little less than seven seconds. Next in line was none other than Dorothy Cornell. Can you guess what she is now? I don’t think you can unless you have been to Atlantic City recently. Well, she runs a fortunetelling booth, or I should say booths. She does no actual fortune-telling now, although at one time she did tell fortunes. She runs these booths as if they were chain stores. Each day she thinks of a new idea to tell the customers and in all the booths they are telling almost the same thing to each person. The next one who came in sight was Marjorie Roth. You must, of course, remember Marje, who was salutatorian. Well, at last, she is settled and happy. She had a terrible time deciding what to do but she finally found her calling. She is now the professor in a school for underweight and feeble-minded children. The school is located on Lake Ontario and is a very large school. You were the next one to appear. It seems that you were in charge of the Street-Cleaning Department in one of the suburbs of Chicago and you have ten men working under you. I suppose every morning your men find dead bodies of gangsters lying around and machine gun ammunition everywhere. I hear Chicago is even worse than it used to be. The next one to greet me was Alice Cost. You remember she said she wanted to be an aviatrix. Well, about four months ago she had to make a forced parachute jump when about a mile out in the Pacific. For some reason the parachute didn’t work and when she struck the water, she made the deepest dive that history has known. She went down more than three hundred feet. A movie director who was vacationing on the coast picked her up and carried her to shore. Well, Sid, this is the end of my story for at this point I woke up, to find it was only a dream. But on the day of the reunion, which you weren’t able to attend I’m sorry to say, I found everything to be true. This was the first reunion I have ever attended and it certainly seemed good to see the old gang again and talk over old times. Now I suppose I must get back to work again in my hotel and as I am clerk, waiter, telegraph operator, treasurer and president of my line of hotels, you can see for yourself that I am kept pretty busy. Be sure to write soon, won’t you? Your Classmate, CLIFFORD WILSON. Mr. Pierson—“This Physics book will do half your work for you.” Doris McCormack—“Fine I’ll use two of them.” Mary had a little iamb, Its fleece one time was white; But that was in the good old days When we burned anthracite. Mr. Pierson — “First I’ll take some sulphuric acid and then I’ll take some chloroform.” Orville — “That’s not a bad idea.”

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12 THE CLIFTONIAN The CLIFTONIAN THE STAFF Alice Cost ......... Editor-in-Chief Marjorie Roth..............Associate Editor Catherine Walters..Sports Editor Alice Millei Business Managers Nan Quigley Alice Weimer ........Joke Editor Sidney Wheat ....... Senior Reporter Regina Remery ...... Junior Reporter Louis Mark ...... Sophomore Reporter George Record .... Freshman Reporter CRITICISM This is the second annual edition of “The Cliftonian.” We, the members of the staff, hope that you, the readers, consider our efforts even more successful this year than last. It is the aim and tradition that each new staff try to produce better results than the preceding one. Nevertheless, we anticipate and desire criticisms and suggestions concerning this issue. There are two kinds of criticism— constructive and destructive. One can and should receive a great deal of the former and some of the latter. The type of criticism known as constructive shows one his mistakes and suggests improvements, while destructive criticism merely shows him his mistakes and, in no way, attempts to help him improve. “The Cliftonian” and its staff need criticism. We would prefer the constructive form for that will be of assistance to the staff of “The Cliftonian” to be issued in June 1931. THE EDITOR SOUL OF A POET “Oh, lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud' I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed! A heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed One too like thee—tameless, and swift, and proud.” Although these lines are written very accurately according to rhyme rules, I shall not discuss that. I shall try to bring out what the lines mean to me. I think they portray a very sensitive soul—a soul alive to all the beauty of nature and the exquisite, though painful helplessness of human beings. The first line shows that Shelley’s soul longs to rise on the breezes and float in everlasting bliss, away from the petty strife and turmoil of life. These lines, somehow, make me believe that Shelley was not an atheist, but had a very beautiful religion of his own. The next line tells us that Shelley realized the utter hopelessness of his wish. He could not float above the drab, sordid things of life—he must recognize them. What does he call these things?—“the thorns of life.” That is very well expressed, is it not? In the next line, he says that time has bound him down so that he cannot soar with the wind. We realize how well Shelley knew himself as he likens himself to the wind and says that he is “tameless, and swift, and proud.” These lines impressed me very much when I read them, as I recognized that they were vital and precious to Shelley. In these lines, we have a brief glimpse of the soul of the great poet, Shelley. M. ROTH LOST WORLDS Some people are so set in their idea that being good consists in being obscure that their eyes are never opened throughout their lives to the arts they excel in. They may never come to know the pleasures of indulging in sports, music, dancing, or some special line that may have been in reality the heart of what could have meant success. Often this is caused by fear of public ridicule or a narrow outlook on life. Some people get the idea that they, themselves, could never really excel in anything. They believe someone else will always be a little better and therefore refrain from “showing themselves up”—as failures. How many geniuses have we lost through such a spirit? One guess is as good as another! A. WEIMER