Clifton High School - Rotunda Yearbook (Clifton, NJ)

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In Biology Class . . Teacher: “What are ferns used for?” Bright Pupil: “For funeral purposes.” Miss Lane has a very polite Arithmetic 1-1 Class. When she calls the roll her pupils answer, “Good morning.” Whoever heard of a baseball field with a terrace (Terris) on it? To Ed: “Can you give me the reason for Pojedinec’s red nose in Miss Jackson’s class?” Philomina. Dear Phil: “Closer observation on your part will disclose frost (Frost) on the seat ahead of him every day for forty minutes.” Geometry Teacher: “Now, pupils, please follow closely while Miss Cummins proves that proposition at the blackboard.” Mr. Kroeder: “Yes, Miss Jackson, I will” (rising from his seat and following Miss Cummins up to the board). Kessler, look out for those laughing blue eyes and that flaming, red hair in seventh period Biology. This warning is for your own good. Don’t think that the school is collapsing when you hear a loud rumb- ling along the corridor. It’s only Miss Rahm, of Room 21, on her way to one of her classes. Kroeder was right at home at the Sophomore 2-2 Class Party. He was tendered with the job of cranking the victrola. It was just like his father’s “Henry.” Miss Jackson: “If you don’t stop talking, I’ll take ten from your credit.” Pupil: “I don’t want credit, I want cash.” There is quite a bit of rivalry going on at Clifton High against Miss Hoffman’s English. Miss Conkling says that “It used to was” is per- fectly correct while Mr. Sett has spread abroad the saying, “It are fierce.” It are, aren’t it, Eddie? The Sophomore 2-1’s often wonder at class meetings whether Miss Karp or Miss Valerius is the President of the Class. During a discussion in Miss Kroeger’s room, it was mentioned that the hair of people who are frightened stands upright. From the looks of Mr. Dluhy’s hair it seems as if Mr. Dluhy must be continually frightened. In Mr. Collester’s room. (Enter Nicholas Mandak in everything but a good humor.) “Curses, who left their lunchbox on my desk?” “Oh, Nicholas, that’s my spectacle case, I’m so forgetful lately,” piped Mr. or Madam Shultz, whichever you prefer. An Inquiring Freshman: “What’s the date—the sixth?” Wetzel: “Can’t be; tomorrow the seventh.” twenty-two

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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

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Sella strolled through the corridor absentmindedly (perhaps he was dreaming), and landed in Miss Sharpe’s room. “Gee, this is Miss Hill and I wanted Miss Sharpe!” Miss Sharpe: “I beg your pardon, this is Miss Sharpe.” All from a Freshman “Getting bad, eh!” Car Fare, 2 x 16 — $ .32. Sodas, 2x11= .22. Canoe, two hours at .50 = $1.00. “I guess my $1.85 will be enough.” It seems as if Mr. Derr has joined the Sophomore 2-1 indeed. The other day he was seen at a baseball game sucking a green lolly-pop, and he seemed to be enjoying himself immensely. We have a very modest class in the Seniors. They have hardly shown themselves lately. Come on. Seniors, don’t be shy, we will pro- tect you from all harm. We have a specimen of science in Clifton High School in the person of Molly Karp. She is classed as a large group of Mollycurls. Teacher: “Quote from ‘The Vision of Sir Launfal.’ ” Pupil: “Whether we look or whether we listen. We see life murmur or hear it glisten.” Look out, Collester! Carlson is paying too much attention to Miss Morre. What Would Happen—IF Mr. Veldran forgot how to speak? Mr. Lichak grew? Miss Spencer lost her tongue? Miss Morre stopped laughing? Miss Drukker would get her trial balance? Mr. Wright didn’t speak to Miss Hillman in English? Tarris were present at every roll call? Mr. Gartke were seen speaking to a girl? Mr. Collester forgot to go to the A. P. ? Margaret Pellegrine stopped singing? Marie Mattison did her Latin? Mr. Derr stopped whistling? Mary Petruska didn’t contradict? Miss La Gassic looked at a dissected cat? Helen Rahm had no seats to lean against during recitation? Grace Plog stopping laughing? Fraser Rhodes didn’t see Miss Hill at noon? twenty-three