Clifton High School - Rotunda Yearbook (Clifton, NJ)

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At a general assembly held in the morning of June 2, 1921, our principal, Mr. Walter F. Nutt, was presented with a beautiful bronze statue, “The Flying Mercury.” This gift was presented by the track team of Clifton High School as a token of their esteem and appre- ciation of him. He justly deserves this honor and all other honors that may be bestowed upon him. Here’s to the appreciation of our principal for all he has done for us and the students before us and for what he will do in the future for those students who have not yet entered our high school. May he know that his efforts are not wasted; but, that they are bearing fruit day by day. Here’s to our principal—may he be esteemed, and honored, by every student in Clifton High School. H. R. B„ ’22. Deeply appreciating the kindly interest manifested in the welfare of Clifton High School by many of the citizens of our city and of neigh- boring ones, the Staff of the REFLECTOR wish to extend a word of greeting to our many friends. We wish to show our gratitude, ex- pressly, to those who have helped fill the pages of our REFLECTOR with their advertisements. We trust that such warm courtesies shall not be forgotten and that our friends will remember our advertisers with available patronage whenever the occasion presents itself. M. P., 1921. four

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EDITORIALS APPRECIATING THE SIGNIFICANCE OF A HOLIDAY forefathers selected several days during the year which listed as holidays. And it must have been difficult i to retain or discard days which—at first consider- l seem equally important; days, for example, on which great battles were fought, men worthy of esteem and love were born, or lives were unselfishly sacrificed. And from a great number of such days a comparatively small number were retained and made legal holidays. In what way or ways did our ancestors expect us to commemorate these days? They ordered mills, business houses, schools and all other public places to be closed. This they did primarily to make the day resemble Sunday by all abstinence from servile work. But may they not have had some other idea in ordering this? May they not have planned this in order to give more leisure to the mind, more time to meditate on the meaning of the day?—“lest we forget.” Do we commemorate holidays in the way that we were expected to? Do we on February 12 and 22 give ourselves the time to figure out just what is the meaning of the days; or do we consider them only as “vacations?” If so, we are neither paying due tribute to those who set these days apart as holidays nor to the men whose birthdays we should be honoring. The sole mention of their names ought to make us think of their honesty, humbleness, altruism, perseverance, loyalty. So too. Memorial Day should be a day of serious thoughts on the “recognition of a brother man’s rights”; and Thanksgiving a day of meditation on all that others have done long before our day and of gratitude to Him who has given us all that we possess. Let us hereafter be unselfish enough to spend a few minutes of each holiday in appreciating the significance of the holiday instead of treating it entirely as a vacation. M. P.f 1921. three

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HIS BLACK SOUL R. George Washington Abraham Lincoln Brown, colored, had just finished reading a sign, tacked on a pole, an- nouncing the coming motor boat races. What had im- pressed him most was the fact that the winner would re- ceive five hundred dollars cash, and he knew where there was a boat for sale for the same amount. He read the sign again and decided that he was going to get that five hundred. He walked slowly down the street, and as he turned the corner he met Thomas Lee, the owner of the boat for sale. “Hello, Thomas,” said George. “Hello, George,” was the reply. “Say Thomas, a been thinkin’ ’bout buyin’ dat der boat of yours.” “Yea? Well dat’s a right powerful boat, an’ it can’t be beat.” I hat s what a been thinkin too. Don spose yo all ud let me take it fo’ a try-out sometime, would you?” Shoo, shoo. When do yo wan it? said I homas eagerly, think- ing he had a buyer. George s heart gave a leap, and his mind sought rapidly the date of the race. “How ’bout de fourth ob July?” “Dats o’right, yo’ can hab it den. Don’ forget now.” “A won’t. Bye.” “Bye.” At five minutes of two, George sailed the boat to the starting point. In a short time the boats were all lined up for the race. I he starter raised his pistol. A sharp report followed. There was a roar of motors as the boats leaped forward. But one did not start— it was George’s. five