Clifton High School - Rotunda Yearbook (Clifton, NJ)

Text from Pages 1 - 52 of the 1920 volume:

“REFLECTOR” STAFF 03 Editor-in-Chief—Viola Corrigan Associate Editor—Erma Eardley LITERARY DEPARTMENT Louise Ouackenbush Evelyn Shields Joseph an Praagh Jacob Shultz SCHOOL NEWS Jeanne Powell Margaret Pellegrink Ruth Rodger Edwin Bancroft PERSONALS Emil Mihalisin Veronica Hazell Eleanor Woodruff Adrian Van Dorn ATHLETIC NOTES Edward Pojedinec BUSINESS Joseph Jorlett Fraser Rhodes CIRCULATION illiam Fox Beatrice Lentz TREASURER • William Vander Schaaf Richard White Mollie Karp Ruth Smith THE REFLECTOR CLIFTON HIGH SCHOOL CLIFTON, NEW JERSEY In Memory Of GLADYS F. KROEGER Who Died October 28, 1919 “TVe cannot count the hearts that she has touched By quiet acts of helpfulness and cheer. - EDITORIALS - BACK UP YOUR SCHOOL. Back up your school. It’s not the building that contains it, but the spirit, that counts. If you criticise and make little of it, others will not be slow to follow suit. If you are quick to praise, others will wake up to the merits and follow your example. Encourage your athletics; for your school has teams of which any one might be proud. Devote your entire energy while in school to your pursuits, whether scholastic or otherwise. Show the citizens of your community what you reall} can do, and a building worthy of your endeavors will not be slow to follow. ' V. C., ’20. APPRECIATING OUR TEACHERS. T is a well-known fact among teachers and students that the teachers of our high school are not fully appreciated. Day after day they meet us, not merely to earn a day’s salary, but to educate us to be efficient American oitizens and intelli- gent members of society. To do this is by no means easy. It is tremendous when one stops to think it over. It requires far more than just a knowledge of the subjects they teach. It requires a high feeling of responsibility, an earnest desire to accomplish these ends, and a personal interest in the students themselves. Our teachers meas- ure up to all these unconsciously, not knowing all the good that they really do. There are many appreciable qualities in our teachers which we should especially consider. One of these qualities is their patience with us. They are always ready with clear explanations when one does not honestly understand a paragraph in a literature lesson or a grammatical construction in Spanish or French. Then, too, how- ready they are to grant us their time after school for extra help. Be- sides this indispensable quality of patience, they are a source of encour- agement to us to do our best. Little stray sentences that apply indi- rectly to us often have the effect of spurring us on to complete a task which we had decided to leave incomplete. Moreover, in those things which apply directly to us, they inspire us with confidence to do things w-e never had the least idea we could do. What our teachers think we can do, we’ll make sure that we can do. five Still another point which we should appreciate is their interesting and wide-influencing personalities. An entirely different atmosphere hovers around each teacher,—the result of his own individuality. Each brings to us, apart from our required lessons, thoughts and feelings that are the basis of similar thoughts and feelings in us, thus opening many doors of the mind that had hitherto remained locked. But by far the most admirable thing to be appreciated in our teachers is the attitude they take toward the students. Figuratively speaking, they have removed the platform from under their desk and chair. They have discarded all sternness and have replaced it with cheerful smiles. Instead of being our austere pedagogues, they are cur teacher-friends,—as much outside of school as in school. At the social activities of the school they are our companions, enjoying them- selves with us. Then here’s to the appreciation of our teachers for all they have done for us and the students before us, and for what they will do in the future for those students who have not yet entered the high school! May they know that their efforts are not wasted ; rather, they are bearing fruit day by day. May we, the students, fully appreciate all that our teachers are, and all that they do. E. E. E. RESULTS FROM THE Al). CONTEST. The members of “The Reflector” staff wish to thank all the classes and the Athletic Association for their support in the Ad. Contest. Due to their efforts the June issue of “The Reflector” is an assured success. The results obtained from the ad. contest are as follows: Fresh- men 1-2, $25; Sophomore 2-2, $23; Junior 3-1, $19; Senior 4-2, $14; Freshmen 1-1, $1 ; Five Dollar ad. from each class, $40; Athletic Asso- ciation, $5; Total, $127 “GEE.” E were sitting quietly in the parlor, I)ad reading a news- paper, and all the feminine members of the family, except myself, sewing. I ignored their old-maidish occupation, and had become deep in Dante’s “Inferno ”. Suddenly, Dante saw a terrible punishment in purgatory, and, nat- urally, I saw it too. It was horrible, and the only word in my vo- cabulary expressive enough, and short enough, was “(reel” So “Gee” came; and it came strongly, surely, wonderingly, almost admiringly. “Gee!” What kind of English do you call that?” It was Dad. He didn’t understand, because when he read “Inferno” he had been discreet enough to say only “Humph.” Then “Yes, it’s about time you stopped saying that.” It was my oldest sister, who never had imagination enough even to enjoy Dante, much less ejaculate over him. Also, “S’pose your teacher had heard you say that?” It was my other sister. If I had had a larger family, I swear I’d have had a re- mark from each one. It was abominable. “Gee”—that’s the most dreaded word I know. Oh! no, there is no special charm, no awful meaning, but just the thought that every time I say it (and that’s very often) I have violated the laws of de- cent ( English. ‘‘Gee”—that’s the word that has brought me more trouble than any other. Saying it has brought humiliation upon this humble brow. Saying it has caused my esteemed English teacher to require this composition of me. The worst of it is this—it slips. That’s why it is so bad. I won’t be thinking of anything but the wonder of electricity, (or something of that sort) when suddenly the great glory of the invention strikes me with full force. An admiring, wondering “Gee” ensues. When I real- ize what I have said, I wonder with disgust why I have tried to break mvself of the “Gee” habit, and when I make the slip, an angry, almost indignant “Gee” resounds, as it seems, throughout all creation. It is extremely unfortunate to be a slave to slang or bad English. I have confided to all my friends the plan that I have made to rid my- self of the habit. When I say “Gee” I will follow it with h, i, j, k, 1, m, n, etc. But even that doesn’t help, because in every instance, so far, my memory has failed me. Won’t someone help me, someone with an inventive brain? I will publish my need thus—“Wanted—a plan to rid me of the “Gee” habit. Kindly do not make the plan too elaborate, for the one visited by this demon is very forgetful.” MARIE MEYER, Senior 4-1. seven THE CALL OF HOME. 1 I FR the terrible struggle for Humanity was over, and our Sammies returned trimphantly, they brought with them scores of interesting tales, wierd, humorous, heart-rending. Some told of conquests, some of captures, of dangers, sick- ness and death; but they all brought some story of mercy, of love, and thankful deliverance. A pathetic incident was recently re- lated to me by a nurse who had just returned from the battle front- It occurred in a small charity hospital in Belgium. Moaning and tossing on his bed of pain lay the battered remnants of what was once a gallant officer. Faithful to his duties, he had been placed in a most dangerous situation, and the guns of the Boches had hewn him down, leaving him to starvation or death,—on Flander’s fields. When help came he was beyond the aid of human hands, but they brought him to breathe his last in this dingy medical ward. And there he raved in a state of unconsciousness, half his breast torn away, a leg gone, and his arms so maimed, it were a shame to call them parts of a human body. Yet his face was clear and unmarred, with only a blank look of terrible suffering and agony written over it. 1 he end was near. His breath came in gasps, his eyes rolled wildly, and inarticulate expressions were uttered. He could give no last message to any loved ones at home; he was’nt aware that he was dying; he knew nothing. Alas! Only another hero to add to the list of “unidentified.” Suddenly, out of the roaring of shot and shell, sweetly over the booming of the cannons, came a whistled refrain, and as the notes trilled on the clear evening air, the world seemed hushed to hear the old, old tune. The whistler passed beneath the window where the suffering soldier lay, and paused in his march. Then clearly and sweet as an angels’ serenade, he sang “Break the news to Mother— Tell her not to wait for me. For I’m not coming home.” The notes came fainter and fainter as he walked away, but in the ward they had worked’a miracle. The sufferer regained consciousness, the strength of the dying came over him, and folding his poor crippled hands, he murmured a faint prayer. An infinite calm spread around him; a smile lingered on his lips, transforming his face of pain to one of glory, and with a weak sigh, the attentive nurse caught the words— “----And forgive us our trepasses—as—Mother—forgives.” I. M. CANTIUS. eight “PALS.” APA don t, please don’t,’ wailed little Tim, the zoo keep- er s son. Tim was small and frail, poorly clad and worst of all, lame. He was motherless and his father was a drunkard. For some reason or other, Jim, the boy's father, hated the big hippo. He was seldom fed, and the keeper had a great habit of poking the big animal with a long pointed spear. No one knew his reasons. At the time that my story begins the boss was doing this, greatly to the annoyance of his little son, who loved the animal. “Don’t, papa, don’t. You always hurt my hippo.” With plead- ing eyes, Tim looked up at his father. G wan away wit ya, ’ Jim answered and with a push that knock- ed Tim over, he rushed into another shed. I rn got up and going over to the cage, he began to talk to the animal. Did my pa hurt ya, hippo?” Then without waiting for an answer, he hurried on: “Papa hates you but I loves ya, hippo.” The boy pushed his thin face between the bars and the animal came over to him. 1 im stretched out his dirty, little hand and patted the big nose of the hippo. I im then quietly slipped out after saying good-night to the animal. I his hippo was very strange. He had been mysteriously sold to the Zoo and he had arrived at a mysterious time of the night. Strange to say, people who had seen this hippo called him educated. When a person near him seemed sad, hippo would go to the farthest end of the cage and put his back to the people. When the people laughed, he would come to the foremost part of the cage and look right at the people. Tim and he were pals. Several days had passed since the opening of mv story, and every day hippo had received the same little amount of food and had been unseemingly treated by Jim. Today the keeper was cleaning the hippo’s cage with Tim as over- seer. Several times hippo had started to go for the keeper but Tim had stretched out his hand and the hippo had come over and nearly swal- lowed the little hand with a loving caress. “Don’t you hurt my papa,” Timie warned. “Why, pa, you’re not done so soon, are ya?” “Looks like as if I was, don’ it?” And the keeper shut the door so hurriedly that he failed to fasten it securely. After a scant meal, Tim decided to have a talk with his pal. You may imagine his surprise—there was no hippo to meet him. Oh, father! Bill, Tom, quick! Nab hippo afore he gits away!” More than those three rushed out to see what the matter was. M hat, the hippo gone ? How comes this ? nine “Tim, you fool youngster, you unfastened the cage.’' 1 im’s father grabbed him up and beat him unmercifully. The other men were too excited to take any notice of little Tim, and so he was left to the mercy of his father. “Oh, father, don’t, don’t, father! You’re hurting your little Tim1’ “Serves ya right.” Tim’s pleas were to no avail and Jim did not let him go until he was ready. Then he let 1 im drop, exhausted to the ground. Meanwhile the men were having a good chase after hippo. Hippo had scared a good many people. He had trampled the beautiful gar- dens until they were not tit to be seen, and last of all, he refused to be caught. The police and all the attendants were having a wild chase. “He cannot be caught, impossible,” one attendant roared. “Haven’t any cf ya an idear how to git him back into the cage'? I here was silence for a time. “Please, sir, I have,” a weak little voice took everyone by surprise. “I guess hippo don’t like my father. Hippo’ll chase him if pa 11 come out a that shed.” A dirty finger pointed to the keeper’s hiding place. “Keeper’s fault, most likely. Here, you two, go get Jim.” and the commander’s voice continued softer, “How’d you know, lad'? “I—I—I don’t know.” Tim was afraid his father might hear and so he hobbled over to the cage. Grumbling, Jim was brought and put in sight of the animal. At once the animal started at full speed toward him. Jim ran on toward the cage crying, “How’ll I git out alive? Save me!” “Don’t be afraid, pa, I’ll see as he don’t hurt you.” Tim followed his father into the cage and then when the hippo quickly followed, I im went over to the animal, stood on the feed trough and patted the creat- ure’s nose. “Run, pa, run, an close the door ahind ya.” Jim did this without a thought of what would happen to his son. Strange to say, the hippo only closed his eyes as if he were enjoying (he episode. There stood the pals, with a throng outside watching the strange events. Mumbles arose. “It must be him, John, yes, it must be, no other hippo would love a little boy like that.” A wel dressed man came up to Bill the head keeper of the Zoo. “Can you give the history of this animal ?” “Yes sir. He was brought to us by that man.” Jim was brought up, held by the collar- “Where or how he got him we do not know. Can you explain Jim?” “Well, me pals and me bought him off Charlin’s Grounds, las year from Charlin’s keeper. We bought hippo for $500 and sold’em to ’•ou for $3000.” ten “Did you get Mister Charlin’s consent or did you steal him?” The last was brought out so emphatically that it frightened Jim. “Stole’em ; expenses for moving $500,” mumbled Jim. “Kh, I thought so. ou see. I’m Mr. Charlin,” the stranger ieplied. “Arrest this man and try to round up his gang. I’ll buy this animal back for $4000. You see he’s educated and was my little boy’s pet. That probably accounts for the fact that those two get along so well. Probably they are pals too.” The last few state- ments were almost sad. 1’im had been listening to all this conversation and now when he heard that hippo was going away he burst into sobs. “Oh, don’t send my hippo away. He’s mine. Oh, please don’t Mister.” Streams of tears made their muddy way down Tim’s cheeks. Mr. Charlin entered the cage. “Little boy I won’t take him away from you. You see I need a little boy like you. My little boy is dead, and you remind me of him. Would you like to come and live with hippo and me?” This time Tim’s big brown eyes lifted up joyously. “Da ya mean it sir? You’re sure you—you want me?” “I sure do want you little man and let’s start now.” “Allright,” assented Tim and then patting hippo’s nose, he cried, “Ya see hip, we’re still pals.” The happy boy waved a goodbye, for a time, to the hippo and then sHpped the other smudgy one into Mr. Charlin’s hand. With tears in his eyes and a happy smile on his face, he looked up into Mr. Charlin’s eyes and said—“hippo and you an’ me, we’re all pals, ain’t we?” RUTH M. SMITH 2-1 eleven A VACATION EXPERIENCE OF LONG AGO. VERYTHING had gone wrong. William Meyers and I had the camping fever, but our parents would not allow us to go away to the woods. So we determined finally to camp within boundaries. One day, while resting under the big tree in the hedge, we suddenly hit upon an idea, and commenced work at once. We rolled some large rocks into a circular wall about three feet high, resembling a snow fort. Over the rocks we laid a roof of green branches just cut from a wild cherry tree which formed a post and sup- ported our wall in one place. We packed mud in between the crevices, and built a door of canvas which was fastened down with pegs w'hen we were inside. We then began digging out the ground in the fort. When down about a foot, we had already decided on the name of our fort; the rocks were so numerous that we could hardly have helped naming our camp “Fort Rock.” When the digging was finished, the hole was about four feet deep. We were now very enthusiastic. By nailing blocks of wood to the tree, we were able to ascend easily, and look around. We built a fire- place in one corner and had a secret hiding place to keep matches in, though every time a fire was needed the matches were wet. But neither of us cared; we were still enthusiastic. A string was stretched around the outside of the fort, about five fee from the outer edge of the wall. One end we attached to a tree, while the other we fastened to a rusty cowbell. Thus no one could come near without notifying us. We were still enthusiastic. We had two troubles. Our fire smoked too much for comfort, and the spiders in the roof of the branches wefe too familiar. One day the roof, which was now dry and brittle, caught fire and was completely demolished. We never took the trouble to rebuild it, but we w’ere nevertheless still enthusiastic. Summer wore on, and the fort was forgotten. One day, my mother asked me to dig a garbage hole for her. William Meyers, who was with me, whisnered something in my ear, and I answered my mother, “Use Fort Rock.” Thus ended our camping, lost our enthusiasm. Some way or other, we seemed to have HAROLD BROWN 1-2. ATHLETICS. Basketball, baseball, and track work have had a banner year, thanks to those members of the faculty, who unselfishly devoted their time and efforts toward bringing about this successful termination. I he fighting spirit, for which our school is noted, showed itself most prominently this year in our basketball team. Their record is something to be proud of, for it is evident that our rivals fared far worse than we did. Baseball too, was in the limelight last season, for this sport was received with greater enthusiasm, and interest than was expected. The snappy team work displayed by our ball tossers won the admiration of their opponents. But for a few set backs the team worked with clocklike regularity. The “pep” and dash were there in both stickwork and fielding although occasional “off days” sometimes smothered their spirits. In our school, track work is in its infancy, for the majority of the students are not acquainted with it. In future years, it is hoped that with the work going on to stimulate interest among students, track work will be of a standard equal to, if not excelling other branches of athletics. I hus as old Father Time slowly lowers the curtain over the scenes of our athletic activities we can sit back with proud and contented hearts- EDWARD POJEDINEC ’20. thirteen BASKETBALL RECORD FOR 1919-20. Clifton 27 ............................................ Harrison 19 Clifton 12 ........................................ Newark Tech. 14 Clifton 18 .............................................. Leonia 14 Clifton 27........................................... Hackensack 14 Clifton 13........................................... Belleville 21 Clifton 14 ........................................... Belleville 10 Clifton 30............................................ Eastside 4? Clifton 36 .............................................. Butler 18 BASEBALL RECORD FOR 1920. Clifton 7 ..................................... Ridgefield Park 2 Clifton 3 ............................................ Hasbrouck 11 Clifton 14 .............................................. Leonia 7 Clifton 18 .................................... East Rutherford 3 Clifton 6 ........................................... Glen Ridge 2 Clifton 1 ............................................. Caldwell 18 Clifton 1 ........................................... Rutherford 1? Clifton 6............................................ Belleville 2 Clifton 21 .................................... Ridgefield Park 1 C lifton 4 ........................................... Hasbrouck 8 C lifton 3 .................................... East Rutherford 6 Clifton 16 .......................................... Glen Ridge 6 Clifton 11 ............................................ Caldwell 9 fourteen The regulars were not the only baseball players this year. The Sophomore team played a series of games for the school championship and made the followiilg record: May 11—Sophomores 8 Freshmen 4 May 30—Sophomores 6 Freshmen 1 May 7—Sophomores 5 Seniors 10 THE PLAYERS. Hollender . C. Shershin 3B., L ,. F. Staub Sutter . ss Riley IB. Muller .L. F., 3B., IB. Weber .... 2B. Swindells C. F. Bielstein R. F., C. Riley—Captain Feldman—Manager Collester—Scorer. fifteen PERSONALS There were two sides to the question of “Getting a friendly mate to help you translate your Latin.” Miss Hanna apparently chose the negative but we all wish she’d practice what she preaches. Teacher: “What is the difference in meaning between baiser and baisser ?” Goelner: “The first means to kiss.” Teacher: “You seem to be very familar with the term.” Goelner: “I am.” While paraphrasing this section of Deserted Village, “Shall kiss the cup to pass it to the rest,” Bill Mair very disappointedly said, “Gee, I wish I were the cup.” “You can run fast, Eleanor, but you’ll have to go a bit faster to beat Brown, because we saw that he caught up to you the other morn- ing.” With all M iss Musson’s scolding forgetful Muriel Cook never brings both shoe horn and sneakers. She’d forget her head if it weren’t fastened on! Miss Decker: “Give me a concrete example of an inclined plane.” Pupil: A cement driveway leading up to a garage door. “Kessler seems to specialize in Mildreds.” Spindel, the bright light of Room 19, intends to beat all records and graduate in three years. Found!—Pete’s ring,—on Irma’s finger. Although removed from the Polo grounds by 18 miles, the 3-2 fel- lows get first-hand information about the games played there through Hobelman, who rises before breakfast each morning to read the base- ball news. Found last night between third and fourth streets an innocent look- ing man about 35 years old. When first seen he was asking everyone he met where the Senior 4-2 Class was and cried ever and anon for his “Guide book.” sixteen During a recitation in Mr. Nicoll’s room in second period short- hand class, the instructor asked for a rule governing the blend T. D. B. One of the girls innocently called out, “Oh, yes, B. V. D.” Oh where, Oh where did you get that purple bow tie, Gardener1? We wonder why Miss Russel accidently steps in front of Mr. Nicolls. Oh, yes, girls! It’s leap year! What would happen if: Mr. Healy ever did his home work. Miss Sjoberg stopped calling Miss Russell, “darling.” Mr. Nicolls stopped blushing, Miss McIntosh forgot to crimp her hair. Boletta Moore lost her giggle. Miss Ruhe and Miss Berry had a quarrel. Mr. Veldran didn’t help Miss Clough in biolog}’. Mr. Nicoll forgot to say, “Please leave that conversation until a later date.” Miss Miesch arrived at school on time. Mr. N utt forgot to buy his chocolate during lunch period. Miss Sharp were crank}'. Miss Weiss didn’t get her cash proof. M iss King didn’t worry about geometry. M iss Smith forgot to talk to Gardener during fourth period. Everybody were just as everybody else wanted him to be, did everything everybody else wanted him to do, and was still happy himself. Heard in Miss Decker’s room: “Mr. Jackson, how long is your food pipe ? “Twenty-three feet,” was the brilliant reply. Poor Russell, we always knew there was something wrong! Mr. Fox is very attentive to Miss Sjoberg in bookkeeping class. If Stephen Healy were here, good-night, Joe! We wonder what is in that “Jot Book” (as it’s called) that Miss Ruhe carries around with her. Ain’t it a grand and glorious feelin’ when: You don’t do your bookkeeping and Miss Lane calls on you? When you have a cold and are called on in French. When Miss Smith calls on you in “Oral English” and you haven’t even chosen your topic. When you’re late and Mr. Nutt is in the hall. When the Board of Education comes in the room in which you are reciting biology. seventeen When Miss Lane is kind enough to give you homework enough to last you for a week when you have a holiday of three days. Miss Hanna has evidently a new partner. Do you remember the elimination dance? What attraction is there during fourth period for Miss Connolly. Ask Staudt—he knows. We wonder what the attraction is that draws Katharine Van Cleve to room 9 every day during third period. Look out Charlie, she’s dangerous. (An episode during Biology class). Miss Decker: “To what class do the cockroach, the bedbug and mosquito belong.” Healy: “I don’t know.” Miss Decker (solemnly) “Mr. Healy, I am surprised at you. You should become better acquainted with these very important insects.” There had been notices posted to the effect that students found talking during class would remain for an hour after school. In Spa- nish class, Miss Sharp discovered Mr. Sauer talking just as fast as he could. Upon questioning him, he answered, “Miss Sharp, Do I have to stay in? I was only talking to myself in Spanish.” Emery, how is it you don’t walk down Clifton Avenue with Mar- garet anymore. Is Ruth inclined to be jealous? Poor Miss King has gone Geometry crazy. You can never find her without her geometry book. Don’t do it, Natala! - Don’t do it! It’s very nice that when Tarris has to stay in for Miss Sharp, he always has company. How about it, Miss Miller and Miss Rahm? Miss Moore going up the Hudson ? Does anyone know whether Werner’s going? Why does Miss Weiss like Spanish class so much? Emery, are you responsible? We wonder why Miss Rube doesn’t change her seat in stenography. All she does is read letters—no, not the ones Mr. Nicoll dicetates, of course not! The ones Miss Soberg and Miss Russell receive from their boy friends. Ask Erber about how he spent Memorial day. Was Kievet talking about corporal punishment when he wrote: The teacher wainscoted the children about the sequence of the clause ?” eighteen _ Heard in Miss Hoffman’s 4-2 English Class: Miss J. Barnes: “We are sending catalog today on drop lamps.” M iss E. Cummins: “Your interest in drop lamps for gas is found on page 61.” Miss E. Cummins “The prices are also listed on that page which you will find very reasonable.” At the last meeting of the Freshman 1-2 class, William Schnell suggested a May Festival at the end of June. Hear in the Spanish 3-2 class: Mr. Kroeder—(in answer to a remark passed by Miss Whar- burton.) “How do you get that way?” Miss Wharbutron—“From feeding peanuts to monkeys. Want some?” Mr. Stackpole’s definition of anellipse. “An ellipse is er-er-er a circle which looks as if it had been sat on.” Brown and Quinlan would make Damon and Pythias blush for shame. You should hear the pet-name-calling contest during seventh period. Mr. Emery has a new position. He was appointed Chief Heart- breaker of Clifton High. Why was Nicky “sore” after the Soph-Senior game? Doesn’t Jim Healy wear beautiful ties and collars? Mr. Goellner expects to be made President of the A. P. stores soon. An incident in third period Biology class: Mr. Staub—“If earthworms have no sense of sight, how is it that they always come out at night?” Mr. .Sella—“Why, you poor fish, they are sleepwalkers.” M iss Tanis, reciting in English class: “----And it was so crowded on the trains that we had to stand on the seats.” Miss Hoffman—“Why didn’t you sit down?” M iss Tanis—“The people were sitting there.” Miss Musson was trying to get the boys from the room which leads into the hall. Among these boys was John Polinski, who, think- ing he was wise, said: “Took at all the dumbells here.” “Yes,” said M iss Musson, “but you are the biggest one.” nineteen Karp was trying to defend himself in an argument. No one as it seems was in his favor. Mrs. Grammar then said, “Will nobody sup- port Mr. Karp?” After a pause someone whispered to Karp, “Hey, Karp, get married, your wife will support you.” Jeanne Powell says this is our last chance to wreck vengeance on the Faculty. Did you have that in mind when you waltzed with Mr. Derr, the night of the Senior play, Jeanne? W e wonder where Shultz saw those horned pigs he spoke of in French class. Oh! that’s right, he said he’d been to the zoo lately. Scene—Room 432, Dewey Hotel, Washington, D. C. Time 11:00 P. M. Characters-----Class of 1920—Ditto. Conversation as follows: “Hello, central, give me Room 9 please.” “Hello, is it you,” (Giggles) “For goodness sake. Oh! no! ! (more giggles) etc. “Who was it? Insoluble riddle No. 109. Ask Evelyn Shields and Viola Corrigan what became of the bottle of sarsaparilla conveyed in some mysterious manner to Room 432, Dewey Hotel, Washington, D. C. Ethel Cummins and Jeanne Powell might also supply some in- formation on this subject. Miss Corrigon (standing in Latin 4-2 class) : “And the Chimera (Shimera) armed with flames!” Mr. Alyea: “Oh, the Shimera! Why then that’s who invented the Shimmy! And they told me it was up to date.” Miss Hill: Pasch, what was the result of Grant’s march on the Confederate Capital. Thoughtful Student: “He excavated Richmond.” Mr. Deer: “Did you see anything of scientific interest on your trip, Hubert?” Hubert: “Oh yes; we saw Benjamin Franklin’s suction pump and it’s just like the one we have here in Physics Lab.” On deck S. S. Chas. McAlester oice from behind: Do you-all want to see the first air-ship that ever was in this yere country? Ruth : “Oh, yes, where ? Good natured Southerner: “Just you-all look ova yaunder—in- dicating a graceful turkey-bussard lazily floating over the shining Patomic. twenty Place: Hotel Dewey, Washington, D. C. Oh-o-o-o-o, I’m a great deal worse off then Emil, if you girls would only believe it. Tough luck, Helen ! ! ! A certain group of 2-1 girls are thinking of chipping together to buy a bottle of 3 in 1 oil for a certain fellow in Spanish class. They have heard that this is a fine remedy for scratchy throats. Miss Jackson will have to get armed guards to guard the door from returning physical torture students. They will insist upon en- tering before the period is over. We might hint though, that the 2-1 inmates don’t object at all to this intrusion. Miss Hill is very busy in the social line. Many invitations are issued daily to come to tea parties in her room after school. P. S. You are kindly requested to bring your own refreshments. The Sophomore 2-1 class is trying hard to think up ways and means to increase their class funds. They will probably continue to think but that’s all. Miss Jackson’s star Latin 2-1 class will capture all honors in the final exams. Mr. Sella, star entertainer, helps very much to increase the knowledge of the class. Miss O’Neil and another senior were going down the hall. “Mj don’t those Freshmen go slow.” We were Sophomores not Freshmen and we demand an apology, Miss O’Neil. Mr. Stackpole, “Giesen, do any proposition in either Book I or Book II. Giesen (throwing himself about his seat and pushing his book aside) “Aw, I can’t.” One day last week Miss Haitinger took a nap and in English she seemed quite confused as one of her exclamations proves. She said, “I don’t like Silas Marner but it’s a good book.” tzi’cnly-onc SCHOOL MEWS HE cake sales held spasmodically by the Junior 3-1 Class, during the past term, turned out successfully. As an average a profit of $2.50 was made on each sale. The class sincerely hopes that the sales will continue to be as profitable as they have been so far. Judging from the reports brought back by the Seniors of their trip to Washington, the Junior class anticipates with much pleasure the spending of its funds. The first important social affair of the school year was a Hallo- '■e en Dance held by the Senior-1 class. Both decorations and costumes were unique, and made a fitting prelude to the series of social activi- ties held by that class during the year. On the evening of January 15, the Class of February 1921 held their Junior Prom. The hall was prettily decorated for the occasion. Everyone who attended the affair pronounced the affair a great success. 1 he Senior l’s have been selling chocolate at school, and by so do- ing have made a large addition to the funds in their treasury. 1 he Senior 1 Class held an informal dance on the sixteenth of April. I he hall was decorated with balloons. A good time was enjoy- ed by all. A Strawberry Festival and Dance was held in Masonic Hall on f riday evening, June 4, by the Senior 1 class. During a half-hour inter- mission refreshments, consisting of cake, ice-cream and strawberries, were served. The evening proved a great success, both financially and socially. 1 he 4-2 Seniors held a bazaar on the evenings of February 19 and 20 in the High School rooms. The novelty booths attracted many pa- trons on both nights while dancing, too, was enjoyed. Nearly all those present visited the tea room where refreshments were served. Grab bags and a “funny-man” entertainment amused the children. Both teachers and pupils were much pleased with the results. A supper was served by the girls of the Senior 4-2 class in the Masonic Hall on March 19. The tables were prettily decorated with twenty-two flowers and a most substantial supper was served. The credit for the latter belongs largely to the mothers who so willingly came to the aid of the class. The trip to Washington, the source of many day and night dreams on the part of the 4-2 Seniors has at last been realized. Accompanied by Mr. Collester and Miss Ruth Smith, through whose advice and un- tiring efforts this trip had been made possible, the senior class left for Washington on the 13th of May. Stopping at Philadelphia the party visited the Mint, Betsy Ross House, Independence and Congress Halls. In the afternoon the party left Philadelphia and proceeded on to the capitol city where they stopped at the Dewey Hotel. Many points of interest including the Capitol building, Washington Monument, and Congressional Library were visited. A sight seeing tour covering many of the remaining points of interest in Washington was also enjoyed. sail up the Potomac to Mt. Vernon and a complete survey of the estate was made. The party also drove through the National Cemetery at Arlington. After a three days’ stay at the capital, the seniors de- parted for home with a fuller and deeper appreciation of the capital of the Nation and with a firm determination to advance, uphold, and cherish American Ideals. The last enterprise held by the Seniors was in the form of an en- tertainment consisting of two plays followed by dancing, held on the May 25 and 26. “How A Woman Keeps A Secret” and “My Turn Next” were the two plays presented. Both plays were very well rend- ered by the members of the class. Several selections were rendered by the High School orchestra and Mr. H. Alyea gave a ’cello selection. Music for the dancing was furnished by the Hilton orchestra. The Sophomore 2-2 Class has held several successful events during the past school year. A dance which was held in the early part of the term, was a record occasion. It was probably the best attended of any of the afternoon dances of the season. An Orange Social, a novelty dance and reception, was also given by the Sophomore 2-2 Class. It consisted of a program followed by games and dancing. The admission was an orange and a cent for every seed in it. Later Orangeade was made from the oranges and served with cake. The Class tried to see that everyone was satisfied and the results indicated that they were. The Class concluded the season by a trip up the Hudson River to West Point on June 12. The first meeting of the Freshmen 1-1 was held Oct. 6, 1919, when they elected Mr. Brunning and Miss Bailey, President and Vice Presi- dent of the class. At a later meeting Mr. Rhinehart was made Histor- ian; Mr. Brown, Treasurer; Miss Sorblum, Secretary. twenty-three The Class gave a party at which they dramatised Treasure Island. Everyone present at the party enjoyed it. Owing to the fact that the President, Mr. Brunning left to enter business, Mr. Wellenkamp was made President. The Class regretted losing Mr. Brunning but soon found out they had an efficient and conscientious man for President. The Class later had a “Hot Dog” sale which was successful financially. Their last activity, a Pedome- tric Dance, the name of which caused guessing on the part of the High School students. The dance was successful and afforded amusement to the students on account of the fee, which was according to the num- ber of inches in the length of the foot. The Class had a baseball team which played well for the honor of the Class. Then when the second Track Meet came around, Donald Wellenkamp surprised everyone with all around athletic ability. He scored 25 of the Class’s 31 points. 1 he Freshmen 1-1 class has had several successful social functions during their few months in the High School. On April 22, they held their first affair by giving a Sandwich Sale. On Thursday, May 13, the class gave an afternoon dance which was also a success both finan- cially and socially. Later the class conducted a Rose Bush Sale which netted them a profit of $22. On June 9th another dance was held and was well attended. twenty-four SENIOR SECTION COMMENCEMENT PROGRAM. PART ONE 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. Selection, “ Processional Chorus, Recitation, Recitation, Selection, Wedding of the Winds” High School Orchestra , “Triumphal March” High School Orchestra “June Song” High School Chorus “What and Where is Happiness” Veronica J. E. Hazel “Scum of the Earth” Hubert Newcombe Alyea “Allied Victory” High School Orchestra PART TWO 1. Duet, “My Heart and I, Sweet Voice” Messrs. Alyea and Balogh Miss Valerius, Accompanist 2. Address, Hon. George L. Record 3. Presentation of Class, Walter F. Nutt, Principal 4 Presentation of Diplomas, Mr. J. H. Adamson President Board of Education 5. Chorus, “The Clang of the Forge”, High School Chorus MOTTO “Let us be known by our deeds.” twcnty-fi CLASS DIRECTORY. Hubert Alyea.......... Henry Balough ........ Maude Barnes ......... Jessie Barnes......... Viola Corrigan........ I thel Cummins........ Kathryn Eckhart....... Helen Gates........... Ada Hess.............. Veronica Hazell....... Edith Marrion......... Emma Marsh............ Emil Mihalisin........ Gustav Pasch............. Jeanne Powell ........ Fraser Rhodes......... Ruth Rodger........... Evelyn Shields ....... Jacob Shultz.......... Isabella Simpson...... Frank Staudt ......... Willia mYan Der Shaff Peter Van Lenten...... George Walters........ Kurt Wetzel .......... Donald Woodruff....... Princeton University . . . Stevens Institute ............ Business ............ Business Columbia University . . Montclair Normal .............Business . . . . Pratts’ Institute . . Montclair Normal .............Business ............ Business .............Business ..........Agriculture .............Business . Montclair Normal . . . . Rutgers College , . Montclair Normal ..............College Columbia University . . Montclair Normal ............ Business .. . Stevens Institute ..............College ............ Business ............ Business ..........Agriculture twenty-six HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF 1919. ATHER Time has finished recording the history of the Class of 1920 of Clifton High School and with a sigh of relief has lain down his pen. Truly it is no wonder the old fellow beams happily upon our departure from school. We have caused him no end of trouble, worry, and diffi- culties, by our four years of lively, animated high school training. Together, let us turn back the pages of this book of time and review the events of the past four years. In September 1916, sixty-eight Freshmen made their first appear- ance in Clifton High School. How our young hearts throbbed as we filed into the Assembly Hall! With anxious eyes wide with curiosity, we gazed about us upon the sea of faces, seeking for an acquaintance. From timid Freshmen we blossomed into Sophomores, then into Juniors, and we bloomed happily as Seniors. But are we changed? Undoubt- edly, with the exception of a few of our members who persist in re- maining small, the majority of us have sprung up and tower above many of our faculty. On October 21st, this unruly class, yes from the very beginning our boys and girls made themselves heard and felt, held its first meet- ing. Under the guidanse of Mrs. Grammar, Mrs. Ensminger and Mr. Dutcher we went through the very exciting business of electing our class officers. Mr. Litchfield had the honor of being our first presi- dent and during our entire Freshman year performed his duties very- well. It was in the early part of this year that we held our first social event—a Christmas party. The only real important work we accomplished was the drawing up of our Constitution. As Sophomores we chose Mr. Alyea as our President. It was in the very beginning of this year that we unanimously planned to take a Trip to Washington D. C. in our Senior year. Immediately we set about raising sufficient funds for this proposed trip and the first plan hit upon was our Luncheon Sales. These began by holding sandwich sales on a small scale and they proved so successful, that they were continued throughout our Sophomore and Junior days, under the super- vision of Miss Gates. While Sophomores our class became so unruly and mischievous it was necessary to appoint two sargeants-at-arms, in order to carry on our meetings in an orderly manner. 'This duty was given to Mr. Rhodes and Mr. Vander Schaaf. We have ever been known as a “money making class” and various plans were tried toward increasing our “Washington Fund” as our bank balance came to be known. 'Then, too, in our Sophomore days w-e chose our class motto— “Let us be known by our deeds,” and our class colors—“Black and Crimson.” From a much varied selection of colors we chose these two twenty-seven and have retained them throughout our class life. Then, in the latter part of the year, in April of 1918, our country entered the war and our class lost the society of one of its members, Albert Zamborsky who joined the Hospital Corps. Then came our Junior year. It has ever held true that our class has a very changeable disposition and never could be content to keep to any practice for any length of time. So too with the election of our president. Each year has found us with a new leader at our head. As Juniors we chose Mr. Rhodes president and under his guidance continued to increase our Trip Fund. We held a series of informal dances and continued our Luncheon Sales on a larger scale. After a great deal of discussion and a collection of various patterns, our present pennant was designed and purchased. But somehow or other our pennant proved to be smaller than the rest and not wishing to be outdone by any other class we immediately set to work to remedy the defect. It was agreed upon to purchase a new pennant of the desired size; and our first pennant was presented to Miss Kroeger, our sponsor, under whose guiding hand we had flour- ished for two years. Next came the discussion of the all-important sub- ject of the Junior Prom. After many changes of dates and plans, the question was finally settled and proved a big success. It would seem as if our class has nexer favored Woman Suffrage, for in our Senior year we elected Mr. Mihalisin to the Presidency. Im- mediately upon reaching the coveted title of Seniors we set about carry- ing out our proposed trip to Washington. To work we went with a will. For months our girls busied themselves with the needle and plans were arranged and completed for our Senior Bazaar. It was the first event of its kind in the history of High School Seniors of Clifton, as indeed were our Luncheon Sales also. Those of you who attended this affair know what a wonderful success it proved to be. Our Ways and Means Committee then introduced the idea of giving a supper, which after a great deal of argument we held, and again raised our Trip Fund. Not at all willing to remain quiet, arrangements were begun for holding a Senior play. As our term was nearing its end, we de- cided to go to Washington before this affair. Discussions and argu- ments followed as to when was the best time to go. But like all other events, disagreements were finally settled, accommodations procured, and on the morning of May 15th the Senior class began its long looked for, long planned for, long worked for trip. The students themselves know what a delightful time was enjoyed by all, and of the pleasure and benefit we derived from visiting our capital. Never did a happier crowd ever arrive in Clifton than the Senior class, when tired out, full of delight at having visited their capital, they returned to their own Clifton City three days later. 1 hough our aim had been accomplished twenty-eight to make our play and dance a rousing success. I nder the excellent direction of Mrs. Van Nest the Seniors proved their ability to act as well as raise money in the many other ways. Now our career in Clifton High School is over! After review- ing the account of our deeds, is it any wonder that Time sighs with relief at having traveled with us over the rough, uneven, jolting road through High, and at having completed the long account of our deeds' Out of the sixty-eight boys and girls who walked hesitatingly into the High School department on that bright day in September 1916, twenty- six are proudly bidding good-bye to the scene where many happy, carefree hours were spent. We sincerely hope that the future senior classes will enjoy all the sunshine of a happy High School career, that we have had, and never allow a few shadows, however small, to blight that sunshine. VERONICA J. E. HAZELL. WITH THE POETS. She won and Cupid blend did rise. Hubert Alyea. He brewed guid ale for gentlemen. Henry Balegh. You may live without friends, you may live without books, But civilized man cannot live without cooks. Helen Gates. Gude pity me because I’m little. Nicholas Dudasik. First he said he couldn’t, then said he wouldn’t, Then he said, “Hold on, I’ll see.” Emil Mihalisen. Her very frowns are fairer far Than smiles of other maidens are. Jeanne Powell. Oh now soft blushes tinge her cheeks. Jessie Barnes. Her eyelids dropped their silken eaves. Kathryn Eckhart. Petulant she spoke and then she smiled, A rosebud set with little willful thorns. Viola Corrigan. Her mirth was the pure spirits of various wit. Isabelle Simpson. Elaine the fair, Elaine the lovable. Veronica Hazell. Sometimes from her eyes I did receive fair speechless message. Emma Marsh. How charming is divine Philosophy. Maude Barnes. The crouching vassal to the tyrant wife. Edward Pojedinec. Why so pale and wan, young lover? John Schiech. Madame, you have bereft me of all words. Donald Woodruff. “Are you sleeping?” George Walters. Duecet-eyed as Cere’s daughter. Ruth Rodger. Shall rear her form to stately height Edith Marrion. Scorning all the cares that fate or fortune bring. Frank Staudt. He all the country could outrun. Curt Wetzel. With hues of genius on his cheek, In finest tones the youth could speak. Jacob Shultz. Sweetest little girlie, everybody knows, Don’t know what to call her, But she’s mighty like a rose. Evelyn Shields. I have no precious time at all to spare. Santo De Rose. 0 Nymph reserved. Ada Hess. 1 loved the brimming wave that swam. (Singac.) Peter Van Lenten.. With what a haughty part he moves! Gustave Pasch. Willie’s fair and Willie’s rare. William Vunder Shaaf. Gather ye rosebuds while ye may. Ethel Cummins. thirty-one PROPHECY OF CLASS OF 1920. JUNE 18, 1930! Just ten years since I was grad- uated from Clifton High. How time flies. I have just been appointed to the position of assistant to the news editor of a large metropolitan newspaper. There come to my desk daily all the principal newspapers and magazines of the country, which it is my duty to peruse, culling items that would be of interest to our readers. Languidly, for the June breezes do not encourage work, I mechanically turn the pages of the uppermost magazine. What! Can it be? Yes! Here it is right be- fore my very eyes! “Room 9, Please,” by Viola Corrigan, the most popular author of the day. Rumor has it that the royalties she receives from her works are enormous. Is it possible? Why she graduated from Clifton High with me. Feverishly I search through the other magazines and newspapers. Under “Social Notes” of the New York Times I read: “Mr. Donald Woodruff, of 928 Fifth Avenue, is in London where he is com- monly spoken of as ‘the catch of the season’.—Fond mothers and jeal- ous daughters vie with each other for his company.” Donald must have outgrown his shyness. Here is a picture of an artist becomingly arrayed in a smock, standing before an easel, apparently painting the protrait of the gentle- men sitting near her. The artist looks familiar. Ah! Here is an article below. “The famous artist, Miss Ruth Rodger is now engaged in painting the portrait of the popular Mr. Emil Mihalisin. It is said that every time Mr. Mihalisin comes for a sitting he decides upon a different pose. It is only after a great deal of coaxing on Miss Rod- ger s part that he consents to have the one she is working on completed.” Emil always did like to be coaxed by the girls. I turn to the Music and Drama Section to find: “Geraldine Farrar has a rival! Miss Ethel Cummins will sing ‘Carmen’ at the Metropolitan this season.” “The celebrated violinist, Henry Balogh is now touring the States, giving recitals in all the large cities, preparatory to traveling around the world.” How I envy Henry! ‘ Madamoiselle Veronica Hazell will play the leading role in ‘Bon Jour, Monsieur,’ at the Bijou Theatre, Paris. Monsieur Santo De Rose will play opposite her. Jacob Schultz, the dramatic critic, thirty-two declares the play will be a success for both have had training in the plays given by the Senior Class in Clifton High School.” Mr. Schultz ought to know. They say he walks the floor of his office, tearing his hair, raving like a mad-man when thinking over the plays. But when he comes to a conclusion it is generally a good one. (Enter an office boy with morning mail). ‘‘Gee! Don’t I wish I was going to the big game!” “What big game?” “Say, didn’t you know there was a big baseball game today? Why, Pete Van Lenten’s playing, and I sure hate to miss that game!” So! Pete Van Lenten is still playing ball. (Opens Mail) Why, here is a cartoon drawn by the renowned comic artist, Ed- ward Pojedinec! Eddie always did “shout” through his sketches. What’s this? A clipping for the Personals. “Colonel William Van der Schaaf will sail shortly for Africa where he has been sent by the Government to study military tactics abroad.” His dignified bear- ing suggests Stats’ early training in the Boys’ Brigade. On the same sailing list appear the names of the famous hunters, Fraser Rhodes and George Walters. They are planning to follow Roosevelt’s trail, and have rosy visions of surpassing his record. I hope they get something better that tame pigeons. Why, this letter is from Maude Barnes! “We have just bought that ideal farmhouse. I am in the seventh heaven of bliss! ou know I was always crazy about keeping house and such a house, as this! Oh my! Fifteen rooms, no less! But that doesn’t worry me in the least. I do the housework while the maid cooks. She makes everything ac- cording to the recipes in a new cook-book. And now prepare for the surprise of your life. The author is no other than Helen Gates! On the cover is a picture of Helen in a cook’s cap and apron with a candy thermometer in one hand and a large spoon in the other. How often we used to see Helen (especially at the time of the Bazaar) in that very costume! I forgot to mention that our house is near Mt. ernon. We often go into Washington and occassionally I drop in the Senate in the hope of hearing our noted senator, Hubert Alyea. He is still arguing his way through life. Have you heard of Jessie’s sudden change of character? She is now a demure little Salvation Army Lassie. Some people say it was the costume that attracted Jessie’s attention. (Where have Jessie’s giggles gone?) thirty-three By the way, the other day I bumped into Curt Wetzel just as he was about to step into his Rolls-Royce. Quite a change from the rub- berneck buses which conveyed us to the Dewey on that memorable trip of ours! Curts a millionaire now. I’ve heard that he has strawber- ries and cream every morning for his breakfast—as well as corn- flakes. (Telephone bell rings) Hello. Oh! hello Edith. You want me to go to lunch with you ? Certainly, I should be delighted. here did you sav? Meet vou at the “Bide a Wee?” You don’t mean to say that charming tea-room is run by Isabella Simpson and Ada Hess? Well, I never! I guess they got their clever idea from a tea-room we had at the Bazaar we gave when we were in high school. What are you doing now? Edith Mar- rion ! Impossible! ou, the matron of an orphan asylum with fifty very-much-alive boys to manage. I don’t wonder you want to get away from it for a short time! Yes, I’ll meet you at 1 :30. (Enter Jeanne Powell, reporter). “Well, I’ve got some real news this morning! I’ve been inter- lewing Kathryn Rckhart, the much talked of aviatnx who has just broken the speed record. Every morning she takes Gustav Pasch and Prank Staudt from their homes in New York to their model pinapple groves in Hawaii.” W hy, she was a classmate of ours!” But wait until you hear the rest! I was just stepping into a taxi to hurry back to write that up when the fire-engine whirled down the street, nearly taking the taxi and me with it! I caught a fleeting glimpse of the reckless driver who shot a grin at me over his shoulder. Who do you think it was? Nicholas Dudasik! Of course I ordered the chauf- feur of the taxi to follow. When we reached the fire, confusion reign- ed. When I finally gained a point of vantage, for my reporter’s card admitted me within the firelines, I beheld John Schleich, owner of the huge chemical works, calmly watching his splendid buildings being re- duced to ashes. I saw a fireman speak to him. Like a flash he dashed into the burning building. A few moments later he emerged, almost suffocated by smoke but carrying his secretary, Miss Emma Marsh, through the flames. Isn t that a thriller? I’ve got just ten minutes to write this account for this afternoon’s edition. I must be off.” ('Exit.) Why, its lunch time and Edith will be waiting! I know she wi ! be interested to learn how famous our classmates have become. ‘EYELYN SHIELDS. thirty-four thirty-five CLASS WILL. JVe the class of 1920, being of sound and disposing mind and realizing that our happy times in Clifton High School are about to end, do declare this to be our last will and testament. First—Fo our principal and teachers we leave our deepest gratitude and sincerest affection for their interest in us, and for the new fields which they have opened up to us. To The class of February, 1921, we bequeath all our success, as well as our hopes unfulfilled, our happy days and happier memories. Special Bequests: We, the class of 1920, desire to give and bequeath to the individual members of the class of February 1921, the attributes of our group which we think most fitting. Herbert Alyea leaves his unusual oratorical powers and skill in impromptu debate to the entire class of 1921. Evelyn Shields and Ruth Rodger leave their gaity and buoyant girlishness to Dorothea O’Neill. Maude and Jessie Barnes cheerfully leave their privilege of saunt- ering in at 8:45 to Frances Robbins. eronica Hazell and Henry Balogh willingly agree to bequeath to Ruth Mabey, the natural wave of their abundant locks. Emma Marsh bequeaths her bashfulness to Ethel Allen to neutral- ize her lonely disposition. Frazer Rhodes, George Walters and William Yander Shaaf leave their capacity for fun to an Praagh to cheer him up a bit. Ada Hess and Kathryn Eckhart leave their meekness and quietness to Gertrude W’olstenholme in hopes of subduing her a trifle. Gustav Pasch and Peter 5 an Lenten leave their quick temper and frankness to Oswald W ittig to stir him out of his precocious cynicism. Ethel Cummins gives her self-complacency to Helen Husselrath to help her along. Jacob Shultz leaves his literary skill combined with Kurt W'etzel’s business ability to f.rma F.ardley to aid her in her position as Editor of next years’ “Reflector.” Helen Gates donates with freest generosity, her ability to have a new complaint each day, to the entire clas of 1921. thirty-six Donald Woodruff bestows upon Helen Miesch his practical turn of mind, to keep Helen down to earth. Viola Corrigan, willingly distributes her ability to be teased among all the girls of the class of 1921. Nicholas Dudasik leaves to Isidor friend his ability as a basket- ball player to help C. H. S. next season. Here s luck! To James Macpherson, Santo DeRose unhesitatingly bequeaths his jaunty walk and carefree manner. To the class as a whole Edward Pojedinec is so kind as to give his quips and cranks” and funny sayings. Edith Marrion leaves her simple manner to Alma Muller in hopes that Alma will profit by it. Jeanne Powell bestows her ability to make her hair seem more abundant than it is to Marie Meyer. Take a look at Jeanne s hair- comb, Marie. Isabelle Simpson bequeaths her vivacity and quickness of move- ment to Rebecca Kupper. W atch your step in P. J ., Rebecca. Frank Staudt with grief of heart bequeaths Mr. Collester to Beatrice Lentz to have and to hold, on condition that the said bequest be returned at the end of her Senior year. With failing breath we resign ourselves to the inevitable. Our days in Clifton High School over, we fondly wish that we may be remem- bered by these our last gifts. Signed, THE CLASS OF 1920. Per Viola Corrigan. Jacob Schultz. thirty-seven A Matter of Fore-Sight The SECRETARIAL FIELD has always had a strong attraction tor those who were ambitious and forward-looking, for those who could see the possibilities of the future; but the attraction was never as strong and the opportunities, never so great as at the present time. To tell the story of how Mr. So and So climbed from stenographer to the president’s chair seems futile, for the story has become so commonplace. We sec it almost daily in the newspapers and magazines, each time with a new name; and we do not doubt these stories because most of us know personally of one or more similar cases. If others can do it, why not I ? And one of the remarkable features about this prom- issing field is that the necessary training can be secured so easily and so quickly. If you are interested, drop us a postal for further information, or better still, pay us a visit and see for yourself. We teach both Gregg and Pitman Shorthand. 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HEIDLER'S BAKERY 787 MAIN AVENUE, ... CLIFTON N J MAKERS OF FIXE CAKE AND PASTRIES. ALSO BREAD AXD ROLLS Telephone Connection IF YOU WANT A GOOD, COOLING DRINK, OR A TASTY FRUIT SUNDAE, GO TO “LAUES STORES” 683 MAIN AVENUE and 94 LAKEVIEW AVENUE, CLIFTON, N. J. FOR MUSICAL SUPPLIES VISIT A. GOLDBY SON 56 LEXINGTON AVENUE. - - PASSAIC, N. J Opposite Rialto Theater. INSTRUMENTS, STRINGS, SUNDRIES. All the latest Broadway Hits on Sheet Music, Rolls and Records Teacher of Violin, Mandolin, Guitar, Banjo and Saxophone EDWIN BANCROFT Compliments of a friend Compliments of THE ARROW MARKET Phone 2991 -M PAUL WRIGHT Plumbing Heating CLARES FOSTER THAT’S ALL 35 HADLEY AVE.. CLIFTON Compliments of THE SUNRISE CLUB HEALY’S ORCHESTRA Good Music for All Occasions. Special Prices for School Affairs. Consult Paterson 37S7-M Phone Paterson 2586 Paterson Gas Electric Fixture Company ---Manufacturers of- ARTISTIC LIGHT FIXTURES. 215 MARKET STREET. - - - PATERSON, N. J. Next to Market Street M. E. Church. THE BAYWOOD PRESS Printing CLIFTON AVENUE - - - ATHENIA, N. J. JOHN A. DOOLITTLE CO., C.vil Engineers and Surveyors Tel. Passaic 164—3318 Roome 210-211 Hobart Trust Bldg. Compliments of Rob.t Taylor, Manager NATIONAL GROCERY CO. 699 MAIN AVE., CLIFTON Telephone Connection Player Pianos. Pianos and Sheet Music Musical Strings AUGUST KIRCHNER THE MUSIC SHOP Daniel W. Blacklock General Store Expert Piano I uning- and Polishing Phonographs Repaired CLIFTON AVE., ATHENIA, N. J. Phonographs and Records 574 MAIN AVE. CLIFTON CHARLES E. HOWARD PICTURES, FRAMES, ART GOODS 84-86 Van Hcuten St., 2 Banata Place, Paterson, N. J. Hackensack, N. J. Compliments of HENRY DOHERTY SILK CO. CLIFTON, NEW JERSEY E. H. REMIG THE INTERNATIONAL HEATER MAN HOBART TRUST BLDG. PHONE CONN. PASSAIC. N. J. GEORGE QESLIN Fancy Groceries and TICE C. KIEVIT, Delicatessen CLIFTON AVENUE. ATHENIA THE STRAWBERRY MAN Compliments of A. Da. CORTE Compliments of 205 Passaic Avenue. Clifton. N. J. A Friend CLIFTON PHARMACY BUFFONE’S W. C. Burger. Prop. Electric Shoe Repairing 709 MAIN AVE.. CLIFTON Corner of Clifton Main Aves. 699 MAIN AVENUE CLIFTON Tel. 279 Passaic Established 1910 Cimpliments of ALEXANDER M. SMITH THOS. HOFFER Undertaker Embalmer Manager of 633 MAIN AVE. CLIFTON The James Butler Grocery Co. My Personal Attention Given to all calls 699 MAIN AVENUE. CLIFTON Compliments of the Class of June, 1920 Compliments of the Class of February, 1921 Compliments of the Class of June, 1921 Compliments of the Class of February, 1922 Compliments of the Class of June, 1922 Compliments of the Class of February, 1923 Compliments of the Class of June, 1923 Compliments of the Class of February, 1924 Compliments of the Athletic Association Clifton Press, Inc., Clifton, N. j.