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

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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

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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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CLIFFORD J. SCOTT HIGH THOMAS H. BRADLEY Talk. . . . just for fun . . . boxes at the Y . . . guards feminine lives ... at Fire Island . . . will be kept fly- inil in Army Air Corps. H. WILLIAM BRADY The languid type . . . with wide awake eyes ... a sleepy twang . . . with highlights of humor . . . takes life as it comes. GEORGE BRANDT There ' s something about a sailor ... a big lad with heart to match . . . 200 pounds of dynamite ... on and off the gridiron. JAMES J. BROWNE Brownie . . . noted math fiend . . . spends time pur- suing the gentle art of relax- ation . . . not as quiet as he looks . . . efficient . . . witty. JOHN L. BRUNO Little Butch ... the man and his drums . . . swing bands his weakness . . . ambition: to have own orchestra with my shadow . JANE BRUSIE One of Scott ' s budding art- ists . . . Doris Wood her Siamese twin . . . friendly and likeable . . . hostess to service men ... at canteen. JOSEPH BUCCINO Noted for . . . practical jokes and debonair attitudes . . . before he left to spend his leisure time in the U. S. 0. . . . instead of 109. % RAY BUCKINGHAM Casey Jones ' assistant . . . on the Lackawanna . . . leis- ure time spent . . . explor- ing the wilds of Ampere . . . with Dr. Daly . . . we pre- sume. Page Seventeen