Clifton High School - Rotunda Yearbook (Clifton, NJ)

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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.

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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.

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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