Clifton High School - Rotunda Yearbook (Clifton, NJ)

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Heard in Miss Kroeger’s Room Miss Kroeger: “Everything turns to dust. Where do your sho :s go when they are worn out?” Brilliant Pupil: “To the shoemakers!” Poor Isabel! Eddie didn’t win the high jump. It’s a wonder the girls’ room doesn’t blow up considering the amount of powder the girls use. A newspaper is not needed in our school. News travels very quickly through Mr. Sella. One of our star arithmetic pupils swallowed a bead on the 28th of May. Do you think she will live? Although we have no professors in Clifton High S'hool we have a specialist, who is Mr. Goellner, the “date” specialist. What is the attraction that draws Carlson up toward Second Street and Madison Avenue each noon? True friendship shows itself when Mr. Jackson helps Miss Polglaze in Latin class at a risk of his own marks. I suppose you think there are no criminals in Clifton High School. Sutter has broken his contract with Wrigley’s for which he promised to advertise by chewing their gum. What is the matter with Mr. Hollender? He hasn’t used the word “hey” for a few days. Mr. Muller has a habit of being sent to the other side of the room fifth period. Do you like that side. Jack? Someone ought to tell Mr. Nutt that Kepplar, of Room 1 7, is going in the glass business. Upon going out of geometry class one day he discovered about four inkwells in his pockets. eighteen

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THE HOT SPELL IN CLIFTON HIGH The Spanish class in languor sat, Our heads were drooping low, The sweat was rolling down our backs. For scarce a breeze did blow. Miss Sharp, enthroned behind her desk. Endured the swelt’ring heat. We pupils in the seats in front Looked anything but sweet. Poor Mr. Friend was suff’ring so, His face was oh, so red. He sat there with his book in hand. His other held his head. A damsel with a powdered nose. With all the powder gone, Was going to do some desperate thing— The powder’d not stay on. Miss Dorothea looked quite well— Her hair up cool and high; But why the little curls, my dear? Please, Dorothea, why? Her glasses so annoying her. For tortoise rims are hot. Miss Billy had an “awful” time. Her lessons quite forgot. And I myself was drowsing quite; The way I kept awake Was thinking of a cool green spot Far up at Greenwood Lake. Not only we in Spanish class Were roasting by degrees. But everyone in every room Could melt away with ease. Biology was just the same. But here a slight breeze blew. Miss Kroeger too, looked cool and neat In dress of flowered blue. With one sleeve up and one sleeve down. His coat hung up to dry. With every hair pushed back in place. The heat passed Kroeder by. E. E., 21. seventeen

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Miss Evelyn Shields, when asked if she were going to wear her hair up next term, replied: “Yes, if I’m big enough!” We sincerely hope Evelyn attains the necessary height during the summer. Might ask Jeanne’s advice, Evelyn. Donald Collester was seen coming down the street at 8.45 a. m. exceeding all speed limits. Miss Moore was ahead of him. The C. H. S. baseball team has been playing so well that Mr. Sutter doesn’t bother about a Freshman team. Our science classes are so brilliant that they will have a day off, some Saturday in June. We wonder if Miss Jackson realized what she was doing when she changed Miss Bennett’s seat in Algebra Class? Miss Kroeger: “What is the Latin word for left?” Bright Freshman: “Spinster.” Mr. Alyea got his tongue slightly twisted in a class meeting one day, for he said, “I made a nomination that the motions be closed.” Mr. Derr was explaining to the Physics Class that a “rubber band isn’t the only thing that is elastic.” We all know that. Just look at some of the pupils necks if something in the rear of the room happens. Miss Simpson: “I consider fresh water better to swim in than salt.” Miss Smith (teacher) : “I should say it was a matter of one’s taste.” Mr. Derr said that a butcher can’t kill a fowl as he has too tender feelings for the chickens. We wonder if he is speaking a word for himself. Mr. Derr: “The velocity of the earth is 17 miles per minute.’” Miss' Corrigan: “I wonder why the earth doesn’t get arrested for speeding.” Heard in the Masonic Hall at Senior Dansette Someone: “Otto, I see you and DeRose are friendly rivals.” Otto: “I only danced with her four times this afternoon.” We may expect a duel soon. Upon looking at Mr. Larson’s first color scheme painting, Mrs. Grammar remarked: “You have done well, how do you like drawing?” With a boastful tone he replied: “I don’t mind drawing, but I’d rather make square circles than round ones.” Miss K.: “There goes Kewpie Alyea.” Miss B.: “Kewpie? Why he doesn’t look a bit like those cunning little doFs with blue wings.” Extra ! Miss Buckwell was seen coming home from a baseball game without Mr. Pojedinec. Something’s up. Keep watch, Eddie. nineteen