Clifton High School - Rotunda Yearbook (Clifton, NJ)

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One day Genthon was asked, “Genthon, where is your hat?” Genthon replied, ‘‘I had to put it under the bell on the alarm clock, so that when I go for my hat the bell will ring a few minutes and wake me up!” We wonder what Emil thought when Miss Hill said, “Please open the window, Poles.” When asked when he was going to graduate, our own Mister Kroeder made this brilliant reply, “I aint going to school to graduate. I’m going to learn something.” He’s learning. Miss Hoffman asked the student of the Freshman 1-1 English Class for the classes of pronouns. First student answers: “Infinitive pro- nouns.” Second: “Nominative, possessive and objective pronouns.” Miss Haitinger and Mr. Staub have invented a new post office system in Miss Kroeger’s room. Miss Murphy believes in “Safety First.” Look at the number of clips on her fountain pen. The baseball and basketball teams had their pictures taken. How nice! It looks as if some of the players were pinching their neighbors— the pincher registering joy and the pinched registering gloom. June the Third, the hottest, most blistering, most sweltering of all June Thirds was a holiday for the upper classmen. When the sun was directly overhead it threw its melting rays down upon thirteen wet and bobbing heads. Whose heads were these? They were the heads of thirteen holiday upper classmen. They had found that the Passaic River at Mountain View was the best place to spend a sizzling June Third. Vito Fritz, who won four gold medals and one silver medal on “Field Day,” admits that he was out of form. Ought Fritz to be re- reminded that the Athletic Association buys those medals for the students and not for one student? Another case of laughingitis has been discovered in the High School. This time. Miss Berry and Miss Ruhe. The worst symptoms usually appear seventh period. How the girls do swarm around Shultz at the class dances. We always knew his beauty was a fatal curse to him. We hate to tell Miss O’Neil, but we can’t hold it any longer. Dorothea is the star speller in Miss Smith’s class. Would you bel eve it, she can spell heirloom “air lume.” Well, well. Miss Finehout walked home alone from the ba'l game the other day. Wonder where our third baseman was? twenty

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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

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“Now, Mr. Kroeder,” continued the teacher, “the erasing or not of that zero depends entirely upon your behavior this morning and—” Hardly had she finished speaking when Kroeder interrupted, “Which one. Miss Jackson?” Miss Warburton was interestedly watching the ink, in which she had dipped her Lily of the Valley, being absorbed, when one of those foolish, unnecessary questions was asked: “That’s osmosis isn’t it?” “Of course not,” replied the experimenter, “that’s plain red ink.” While endeavoring to explain similes to her class. Miss Hoffman proceeded in giving some examples, when she read: “And like the son who wanders far, etc.” But before she had time to complete her sen- tence, Miss Louise Mohlenhoff, fearing such an error in astronomy might pass unnoticed, quickly gasped, “But, Miss Hoffman, isn’t it true then that the sun doesn’t move?” Our Biology Class was kept in suspense one day, wondering what the anxiety for Kroeder was, when we finally found out that he had to be informed of some terrible news. Nine brothers of his had died in one night—polywogs. “How is it,” Mr. Collester was asked, “that your absence always occurs in the morning and that by the fifth period you’re sure to be back?” “Why,” answered Mr. Collester calmly, “ties of affection bind me to this class.” And to think the class is made up entirely of girls! History Teacher: “Here is an illustration of the oldest inhabitant of England, said to be about a million years old.” Mr. A. DeRose: “And he is still living?” Mr. Finnigan is a heart-breaker. He has had a date for every night lately, with the teacher. He is starting young. Mr. Healy has changed from a moth to a social butterfly. When is the next dance? Mr. Charles Wright blew into Clifton High one day and has been blowing ever since. (Especially to girls.) Mr. Mair is going to be a tailor. He occupies himself in Latin Class by patching up his recitations. Mrs. Grammar to Jenco: “For tomorrow tell about hostilities.” Jenco: “Who was he?” Those who are observant have noticed that our baseball catcher is getting fat. There’s no reason why he shouldn’t; he’s been hanging around the home plate long enough. The girl rooters of the school are anxious to know how Peterson, our million dollar left fielder, can keep such a thin waistline. It’s all plain as day girls: they feed him on flies (flys). twenty-one