Clifford J Scott High School - Tartan Yearbook (East Orange, NJ)

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HISTORY Junior Year President Leigh Robertson I ice-President Mary Lou Moon Secretary Alan RoTHERMEL Treasurer BlIX Wheaton With our coming of age, more responsibil- ity, more realization of the war fell upon us. In one of the most impressive ceremonies ever presented at Scott the Service Flag and Honor Roll were dedicated. The significance of the gold star beside one boy ' s name was lost to no one. N ineteen forty-two and forty-three were memorable years in the light of school activi- ties. The Bagpipe, once so meek and mild, became a roaring lion overnight. The edi- torials were vigorous and daring. Certainly it was the up-and-coming Bagpipe staff that won girl cheer-leaders for Scott. The Junior Prom — our Junior Prom — was given during the week of St. Valentine ' s Day. The decorations, composed of hearts and cu- pids, were striking. The former were in- scribed with the names of well-known two- somes, and found their way into many a scrapbook. The dance was unusually suc- cessful, from Dave Rose ' s orchestra to the little lamps on the tables. Double or Nothing was the annual fall dramatic production. Rehearsals were fre- quently interrupted while the cast adjourned to Herm ' s for cokes, hut the finished product was better than all expectations. Toward the end of the year, during those last spring months, we really began to miss the seniors who were leaving almost daily for the armed forces. The names on the Honor Roll increased and so did the feeling that the war was now part of our school life. As seniors next year we would probably feel it even more. Senior Year President Louis Camisa Vice-President Phyllis Smalzried Secretary Jean Merrick Treasurer Jack Maher Seniors at last! For the fourth and final time we were facing another first day. Most of us realized that this last year was to be our most important, not only from a social point of view, but from an intellectual one as well. After this year was over we would be, in a sense, on our own; boys would be going into the armed forces, girls would be serving in some capacity on the home front. Meanwhile life went on in an orderly pat- tern. As seniors we enjoyed a certain pres- tige. We treated freshmen with condescen- sion; on the sophomores we bestowed aloof nods; we chatted amiably with juniors. We had expected to feel quite different, but much to our surprise, after the first few months we decided that our senior year was just another phase of our education. Our studies were harder and required more effort, but though we complained more than anyone else in the school, we still enjoyed our work. We attended the Christinas Concert, and listened attentively, knowing that this might very well be our last. Night Must Fall , a dramatic production presented in February, kept us on the edge of our seats. Toward April and May, as we coped with our annual case of spring fever, we felt that our restlessness was, for the first time, impor- tant. We had enjoyed our school days, but with a new life spreading before us we were eager to enter upon it. Though many of the old crowd were still around to joke or rem- inisce with, we were ready to step out and join those who were now full-fledged mem- bers of the adult world. We hadn ' t long to wait. Senior Prom came and went, and suddenly our days at Scott were over. Armed with our diplomas, we left its halls forever, prepared to face a world at war, but certain that we, as graduates of Scott, could make our contribution to the newer and better world to come. Page Fifteen

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• • • j L A S $ Freshman Year President Jack Maher Vice-President Jann Goehner Secretary Ruth Jorss Treasurer Albert Reynolds Excited, but a little dubious of our wel- come, we walked up tbe broad pavement to Scott for the first time early in September, 1940. The stares of upperclassmen did noth- ing to lessen the nervousness we already felt about everything from our carefully sharp- ened pencils to our new clothes. Our first days at Scott were indeed as strange as we had expected them to be. Lockers puzzled us for several weeks, until we discovered that a gentle tap, applied with the toe at a strategic moment, worked won- ders. The size of the building was another cause of embarrassment. To walk into a class, settle yourself, and then suddenly dis- cover you belonged two doors down, was the height of awkwardness. Yes, we were typi- cal freshmen! But after a few weeks we fell into the pattern and felt we belonged. During the fall we trooped to the football games and cheered lustily for that famous undefeated team and sang loudly, if some- what off-key, all the school songs. More than a little self-conscious at the dances, we performed our repertoire of stum- bling steps, despaired at our clumsiness, and ended by enjoying ourselves immensely. Afterwards, with our parents ' words, ' Be in at eleven, ringing in our ears, we sipped a coke in the modern manner and went home to dream of the senior we had danced with. School performances, such as the Christmas Concert and Bachelor Born , performed late in the Spring, we attended faithfully, and either sang ourselves hoarse or clapped till our hands ached. But these occasions were just the frosting on the cake. For the first time we learned the real meaning of those two words — home work. But when final exams loomed, most of us, because of hard study during the year, managed to take them in stride. With many memories and experiences be- hind us, we set out for summer vacation, half- glad, half-sorry that our freshman year was over. Sophomore Year President Leigh Robertson Vice-President Marian Weber Secretary Owen Kwasha Treasurer Marilyn Derrick September, 1941, and another first day of school was upon us. As sophomores we were in a position to patronize the freshmen and take things with the calm sophistication that marked us as veterans. It took us only a few days to settle down in our designated grooves. But something soon happened that jolted us out of our eozy routine. That something was Pearl Har- bor. At first we were numbed and more than a little unbelieving. But when red, white, and blue became the universal motif and our schooldays were filled more and more with war talk and war work, the realization be- came almost a part of us. We are proud of the contribution we, as sophomores, made to the war effort. We subscribed to the Red Cross one hundred per cent, bought large numbers of war stamps and bonds, and worked in many defense or- ganizations. Most important of all, as Scott students and alumni left for the armed forces, we tried to take over the tasks they had to leave behind. Yet in many ways life did not seem greatly changed. School activities went along their accustomed path; the Christmas and Spring Concert s were given; Foul is Fair and Through the Night were presented by the dramatic department; the usual class dances were well attended. But though we enjoyed ourselves, some- times to the neglect of our studies, a subtle change had come over us. We were less childish, more adult in all our decisions and disagreements. The war, which seemed then so far away, was nevertheless shaping our lives. Witli an older and more experienced eye we awaited the beginning of our junior year. Page Fourteen

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THE CLASS OF 1944 DOROTHY ABBOTT Serene and retiring at first notice ... a touch of South- ern charm . . . with a wit that matches friend Elinor ' s. LORRAINE ADAMS Seen driving around . . . in that smooth Packard . . . spends her leisure tinkling the piano . . . can be found any day waiting for the hell . . . the 2:50 bell. WILLIAM ANDREWS Bill . . . wants to see the world ... as far as California . . . bowling his sport . . . frequent strikes . . . spare time . . . not much. LOUIS ARCHINAL All he wants is a high financial status . . . can gen- erally be found in Ampere with John and Dick . . . working on radios or air- planes. JUNE STILL BENNETT Quiet, intelligent, depend- able . . . Editor-in-Chief of the Bagpipe . . . plans to spend life teaching . . . spare time occupied with reading and piano. NL T C. RUDOLPH W. BERNARD Rudy . . . noted for bow- ties and subtlety ... a main- stay of the dramatic depart- ment . . . when not roving . . . for the Bagpipe . . . he ' s roaming with Walter and Jim. ycUt toNATALH : BILOGAN ... a talent for workmg . . . laughing . . . talking . . . can be found al- most any time . . . mixing brews ... at dad ' s drugstore. RUTH BODENSTEDT Constantly seen . . . with Betty ' n ' Eleanor ... an amiable disposition . . . with a few serious moments . . . strikes a happy medium. Page Sixteen