Clifton High School - Rotunda Yearbook (Clifton, NJ)

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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

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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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He worked frantically over the engine. A muffled explosion was heard, and a spurt of blue flame leaped upward; the motor roared and shot forward cutting the clear blue waters in two. A wild cheer rose from the eager spectators. The other boats were now far ahead of him but he gained steadily on them. When the turning point was reached George was second. He turned, going at full speed, just missing one and scraping another. Such a demon never before existed. He passed the finishing line a good two hundred yards ahead of the rest. George slowed down, his mouth stretched from ear to ear and his big white teeth shining in the sun. That evening he returned the boat to Thomas. “Well, George, how do yo’ all like it?” “A’s sorry Thomas, very sorry, but et’s not fast ’nuff fo me. “What!” “Yes sah! it’s too slow, but don’ yo’ let a thing like a boat make our friendship bust.” “No, no, not at all.” “O’right Thomas, much obliged. Bye.” When George turned the corner he began to whistle loud enough to blow his teeth out. But he had five hundred dollars added to his bank account, and he didn’t even have to buy the gasoline he ran the boat with. William Mair, June, 1922. 81X