Clifton High School - Rotunda Yearbook (Clifton, NJ)

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While the second issue of the “Reflector” was going to press, Karl was forced to leave us because of failing health. His condition became steadily worse and despite his parents’ care and the best medical assist- ance he was called from our midst in October. His loss has been widely felt and the inspiration of his personality keenly missed. We feel, however, that as our first Editor-in-Chief, he has left us a high standard which his successors pledge to ever strive to attain. A. D. R., ’19. Commencement Day is here for the members of the Senior Class. This marks the end of their High School days. They are filled with gladness and sadness: gladness, because after four years of earnest, conscientious labor, the time has come when they will receive their well- earned diplomas as recognition of their work completed; sadness, when they think that they must bid “adieu” to the entire High School and Faculty, with whom, during the past four years, they have been cemented by eternal bonds of friendship. It is impossible for them to forget their principal and teachers, who have inculcated in their hearts ideals which can be carried through life with pride. They cannot forget the four years of their youth spent at the Clifton High School. They may enter the business world, colleges, or follow other worldly pursuits, but the thoughts that will linger in their memories the longest will be these—of their High School. Fond wishes, that their successors enjoy as pleasant a school life as they have had, come from every Senior. Farewell, Clifton High School; farewell, students; farewell, faculty. A. D. R„ ’19. seven

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we’re out of the game. Just buckle up, pick up the thread where you left off and plunge ahead smiling. It is thus that the rounds of the ladder to success are finally mounted. Consider those noble lads who have been maimed during the past great struggle. Are they out of the game? By no means; they are re-educating themselves to pick up the thread of life where they left off. And why can’t each one of us follow their example in overcoming obstacles along the pathway of life? J. C. P„ ’20. The results of the Inter-class Ad. Contest was as follows: Freshman 1-2..................... $41.00 Junior 3-1........................ 28.00 Sophomore 2-1..................... 19.00 Junior 3-2....................... 1 6.00 Senior ............................ 7.00 Sophomore 2-2...................... 6.00 Freshman 1-1....................... 4.00 The Business Committee wishes to thank all the classes for their sincere co-operation in making the paper a success financially. 3Jn jflemortam As this is the first issue of the “Reflector” to be printed since the death of our beloved first Editor-in-Chief, it is fitting that we should offer a few words of praise for him and his ardent work in connection with this paper. Karl Becker was only a youth. He had mental faculties of a highly developed nature. When he encountered difficulties, he reso- lutely overcame them; thus nothing proved too difficult for him. He showed unusual ability in oratory, possessing, besides a fluency in speech, the power of convincing his audience. He was a type of youth rarely found; one who could apply himself to any work and make a success of it. Karl as an editor had no equal. No one could be found better fitted to undertake the great task assigned to him. He was in love with his work. He worked with zest, putting every effort into his new en- deavors; and with the helpful suggestions of the Faculty, he was able to insure the ultimate success of the “Reflector.” six

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JOHNNY GOES TO THE CIRCUS OHNNY decided to crawl under the circus tent. First he glanced furtively around the huge cylinder. He was plainly excited. His dark blue eyes whipped back and forth ex- citedly. He dropped to his knees a foot from the edge of the tent. Suddenly he heard footsteps. He jumped up im- mediately. His eyes had expanded considerably and he was breathing hard as he ran and mingled with the crowd at the entrance of the tent that held the onlee-e-e one of its kind, half man, half ape.” Two minutes later he was at the same spot, at the same big tent, more nervous and ex- cited than the first time. He would try again, he was on his knees. His heart would break a rib if it didn t slow down soon. He glanced around, once, quickly, and saw nor heard anything that would menace his chance of seeing the Big Show. He lifted the curtain quickly and poked his head and shoulders in. He was manifestly relieved. His eyes still wore a broad grin. He had anticipated someone’s being in there to stop him. Instead there were myriads of laughing and talking people who would never notice his entrance. Suddenly he felt as well as heard a sharp smack on the half of his anatomy he had neglected to draw in soon enough. As a man’s life flashes before him on the brink of death, so the circus with all its gay clowns and all that Johnny would not see flashed through his mind as his expression bore the likeness to one who is eating persimmons. Johnny was hurriedly withdrawn by the familar man with the familar paddle and his expression showed that he antici- pated anything but caressing. R. B., ’19. A THRILLING ADVENTURE IGHT was slowly settling in a forest in India. The silhou- ettes of great trees added weirdness to the scene; a deep gloom pervaded all, save where a beacon of light shone from a large hut in the midst of a native village perched on the edge of the forest. Inside this hut, grouped around a rude table, were the major, a young lieutenant, and several of their friends. The conversation was suddenly broken short by the calm, cool, firm voice of the Major. “Cresman,” he said, addressing the young lieutenant, “could you remain as motionless as possible for a few moments—as though your very life depended upon it? Remember, move and you are a dead man!” “All right. Major,” replied the lieutenant with remarkable calm- ness, “but, please, hurry.” eight