Clifton High School - Rotunda Yearbook (Clifton, NJ)

Text from Pages 1 - 68 of the 1922 volume:

TO MISS JENNETTE HOFFMANN Whose wise guidance and tireless efforts contributed so largely to the success of the “ Reflector ” in the past, we gratefully de- dicate this issue. “REFLECTOR” STAFF Editor-in-Chief—Herman Bonitz Associate Editor—Eleanor Woodruff LITERARY DEPARTMENT Jack Feldman Edward Hollender Gladys Valerius Molly De Mattia Virginia Ruhe SCHOOL NEWS Edwin Bancroft Lewis Erber Adele Haitinger Margaret Thienis Harold Brown Helen Dixon Morris Karp PERSONALS Andre Bryere Molly Karp Adrian Van Dorn Donald Collester Ruth Guilfoyle Ruth Smith Manuel Cantor Donald Wellenkamp Fred Laue ART DEPARTMENT Jules Genthon ATHLETICS Alfred Molin Edward Pojedinec CIRCULATION Milton Sutter Joseph Fox BUSINESS Madaline De Mattia Russell Jackson Treasurer—Robert Ritchie Howard Goellner Page Four NCE more it has been made possible for us to publish our school paper, the “ Reflector.” Possible is the word to be em- phasized, for, without the hearty support of the student body, this publication would certainly have been impossible. We cannot sufficiently show our appreciation to those of you who have so admirably responded to the call for material by contributing personals, stories and poems. Even though we have not been able to print every contribution, we admire the spirit in which they were submitted. We owe a special word of commendation to the boosters of the “ Reflector Ad Contest,” which was held during the week beginning Jan- uary 9th. The results were most gratifying. True to previous promises, the two individuals and the two classes securing the highest number of advertisements were duly rewarded in assembly. We trust that, in the days to come, our paper may prove to be a true “ Reflector,” by supplying the means through which the departing Seniors may recall old memories of their school life, which terminated on February 1, 1922. We heartily congratulate this class in having so faithfully completed its High School course, but it is, never-the-less, with a feeling of sadness that we see its members leave us. However, in this inevitable farewell, we wish them all the very best success in life, and Godspeed wherever chance may lead them. E. C. W., June, ’22. 8? 8? Can you answer these questions ? Why has our High School been so successful in the past few years? Why have the greater majority of students successfully passed their subjects? Why have dances and other Page Five social functions been unusually successful? Why are athletics so well supported? Why is our paper in a position to be published twice a year? Surely there must be some causes for these signs of progress. The answer may be concentrated in one single word, co-operation— co-operation among students and with our principal, teachers and other “ powers that be.” Students in our school are coming to the realization that each must do his share in school activities. In this way alone can we make advancement. It is up to the students themselves to keep the machine of progress moving on to bigger and better things. H. BONITZ, ’22. U “I? To the Editor of the “Reflector”: Sir:—Where, 0 where, have all those harbingers of the future, the sure thing oracles, gone? Where are the good old days of Delphi and whispering oaks, when the future was disclosed to all who sought it and the world was at ease? Would that I could be transported for a scant few minutes into those long lost days so that I could ease my mind on one question familiar to all of us, “When do we get a new High School?” For O! how the necessity of such an institution is impressed upon us each day! General assembly is impossible, class rooms are over crowded, laboratory equipment inadequate, corridors too narrow, to say nothing of the entire lack of a gymnasium and a lunch room. No stage— therefore no plays. No manual training. No domestic science. And, as one student laughingly puts it, he must bring his own hook if he wants to hang his clothes up. Yet the city officials believe a new High School is not yet needed! Is what they need a little prodding? And is it up to us, the pupils of the High School, to let the voters of the city know the conditions that exist and help administer that prodding? PETER VASYLINKO, ’22. To the Editor of the “Reflector”: Sir:—As a student of the Clifton High School, Class of ’22, permit me to express an opinion regarding the non-existence of a. cafeteria in our school. Page Six In the first place a school of the prominence of ours, with the repu- tation it has for turning out competent graduates, should have something in the nature of a first class lunchroom, where the best of food could be served at a reasonable cost. The students are compelled to carry lunch and eat it in the class- room. This should not be. A cold lunch, five days in the week, is not ex- actly the proper thing for growing girls and boys, and when we stop to consider that our energies are taxed in an endeavor to meet the require- ments of the curriculum, it seems to me that the Board of Education should provide a comfortable place for the student body and the faculty to “ eat, drink and be merry.” But I presume all this will be remedied when the new High School is built. Let us hope so. ELINOR E. HANNA, ’22. 8? 8? “8? To the Editor of the “Reflector”: Sir:—Far be it from me to pick a quarrel with my fellow-victims, but I should like to make a comment on a conversation I overheard the other day. C.: “Remember that pair of sneaks I had last week, Jim?” J.: “Sure—those black ones, you mean?” C.: “Yes. Well, today I went to get them for Physical Training, and they were gone. Some boy stole them. I’ve looked all over. Gee, this is the second pair, too.” Have YOU ever had that experience? A dandy, fine pair of running shoes with great big rubber suction soles. Gone? Yes, gone. Look, there they are all in a pile. This is a sad story: A boy with sneakers—A boy without them. Here’s a little suggestion: When you go to school tomorrow look up your sneaks; tie them to the desk out of your way and there you have them. Less tempting to take, aren’t they, than when you throw them in a pile on the floor? A square deal is sufficient. Use it for the welfare of the school. R. RITCHIE, ’22. 8? ‘S? 8? To the Editor of the “Reflector”: Sir:—It is always the proper thing for a host or hostess to welcome their guests, so it might be well if we took this opportunity of telling Page Seven the student body, as well as the faculty, of their new visitor. True, while he is very small and, for the most part, silent, it would be much more courteous to greet him kindly than to welcome him with a burst of laughter. The other day, during seventh period, he made himself known to me. Perhaps it was the pleasant tick of the typewriters that attracted his attention; or the feeling that one of his little enemies and prey was in hiding behind the bookcase, that made him favor Room 9. At any rate, he made his first visit, to be greeted with a burst of laughter. Puzzled, he stood still, calmly surveying us all with a wounded dignity very becoming to his type of gray beauty. His yellow eyes peered out from under their shelter of hair and looked vainly for a sympathetic, unlaughing face. Then he calmly walked around the room investigating his different ridiculers. Now and then he uttered a faint “ Meow,” and one or two lucky individuals were favored with a choice rub of his silver body. He has been with us now for several weeks. Let us show him that his charming personality is very welcome. We trust that those of the student body who formerly laid the cause of their mislaid books at the doors of the mice, will give pussy a hearty welcome, for their enemies will be greatly lessened. (We’re not mentioning names, though!) VIRGINIA RUHE, ’22. H U To the Editor of the “Reflector”: Sir:—May I present the following situation to the readers of the “Reflector”? “I have five minutes to get there, and if I don’t make it, I’m finished!” Just then the traffic cop blew his whistle, signalling “Stop.” The excited man drew out his watch. His stock would be sold in three minutes. He felt as he sometimes felt in his dreams. He wanted to run and—oh!—something just held him back. This man was, without a doubt, excited and hurrying to his business. Do we in the corridors look as if we had an important business deal to accomplish? Is it fair for us to drag along the corridors and make the traffic congested, thereby hindering some ambitious student from accomplishing his aims? We should, therefore, walk in line without misleading the traffic, and look as if we had to get there in two minutes or suffer! MARIE BENNETT, ’22. Page Eight THE PROFESSOR HE professor was a short, thick-set man; built not after the fashion of a modern skyscraper, but more like a medieval tower, for solidity and endurance. Lying in a hammock, after his luncheon, he relaxed his brain, weary after the semester’s exertion, and thereupon slept. Thence, he found himself traveling away o’er wooded highlands upon his first bear hunt. Having rested upon his shoulder a heavy, horn-barreled shotgun, and straddling a weak, worn out donkey, he ad- vanced. Miles and miles he sped on, passing deserts, marshes, rivers and mountains. Upon approaching a canyon, he spread the donkey’s legs, twisted his tail and cried, “Advance!” The donkey leaped swiftly into space, and treading air he advanced speedily to the other side. He landed safely and rode on. Finally he arrived at a great forest. Here our worthy colleague dismounted, and from his pocket took a can of molasses. He opened it and placed it upon a nearby rock. He remounted once more and waited, day-dreaming, for his bear to approach. Suddenly his day-dream ceased. In one horrible moment he was tossed into the air as if by an eruption of Mount Vesuvius. Upon alight- ing, he quickly clasped an oak tree in his grasp and looked about to see the cause of his misfortune. Upon the ground a short distance away, a bear, a great black bear, was smelling of his gun and placidly licking the trigger, while his donkey was speedily vamoosing into a nearby thicket. What should he do—where should he flee ? That was the problem. He meditated solemnly for five minutes, during which time the bear had digested the molasses, and finally a brilliant idea burst upon his fertile gray matter. The professor had seen rattlesnakes tamed by a flute; why should not a bear be tamed Page Nine by melody from human lips? After solving this problem in his mind by quickly considering all facts of the case, he decided to act at once. Accordingly he clambered down from the safety of the oak tree and faced the bear, who sat licking his chops nearby. Thus he began his solo. Such melody rang forth through the forest as had never rung be- fore or will ever ring again. It was a melody which might be discussed freely by the public if the public had strong will power enough to listen to it; in fact it might be discussed too freely in another language (used mostly by men). When the professor finished, and gasped for breath, he saw a strange spectacle before him. Upon the grass lay two rattlesnakes lulled to sleep by his musical charm; nearby a wolf snored, resting his head against a tree trunk. In the brook fishes floated unconscious upon the water, and bullfrogs were stretched lazily upon the sand. All were asleep but the bear, who sat respectfully upon his hind legs nearby. Once more, the professor began, this time selecting opera for his melody. As he sang, his whole soul burst forth, likewise his lungs. When he had finished his masterpiece he looked down to see the snakes sneaking stealthily into the nearby grasses, the wolf slinking into the neighboring woods, the fishes hiding themselves among the rocks and the bullfrogs diving into the muddy depths of the brook. The bear alone sat motionless. The professor advanced slowly and touched him. The bear toppled over, still motionless upon the grass—he was dead! The sight dimmed, blackness appeared and then he awoke to find himself bending over a porch chair, which he had pushed off the porch. His wife declared he must be a crazy man because he had risen in his slumber and tried to sing in a queer voice. Upon retrieving his scattered senses, he imported to his wife that never would he eat two pieces of apple pie for dinner again. D. COLLESTER. UAAAAA A TXT Page Ten BILLY’S MISTAKE NE—two—three—four—five—six—seven! sounded the grand- father clock, and presently from the kitchen mother called: “Billy—oh, Billy—it’s time you were up!” Billy turned over and sleepily rubbed his big blue eyes, feeling the need of some sort of a prop with wrhich to make them stay open. “Say, what day is this?” he asked himself. “What dreadful event is going to happen today?” The sight of his school books, reposing on his desk chair, and particularly that of a large geography book, served to refresh his memory. “Oh—the geography match,” he exclaimed. “Oh, how I wish I didn’t have to go to school. Well—I won’t go, that’s all. But, oh dear, mother won’t let me stay home just because Miss Clark is going to give a geography quiz. She won’t ever let me stay home unless I’m sick. Well, I’ll be sick today.” “Billy, are you up? I want you to go to the store before school. Billy, answer me!” There was no answer from above. So presently steps were heard ascending the stairs. The door was opened and mother stood amazed on the threshold. “Why, Billy, you’re not even up—and just the morning when I needed you, too.” “Oh, oh,” groaned Billy, tossing from one side to the other of his little white bed, “I’m so sick I don’t know what to do.” “Why, what is the matter? Why didn’t you call me? Do you feel very sick? Where is the pain?” Thus mother queried as she stroked the curly head. Poor Billy attempted to answer, but not knowing just how to pro- ceed, renewed his groaning and moaning. “Well,” said mother, “I guess you need a good dose of castor oil. Then if you’re not better, we’ll send for the doctor.” “Ugh,” thought Billy, “Castor oil! Anyway, that’s lots better than a geography match.” After the medicine had been administered, mother left him in order to prepare breakfast for the other members of her family. Then Billy very slyly crawled out of bed and tiptoed over to his desk, from which he took a large story book entitled “Pirates at Sea.” Next, he crawled back into bed and proceeded to enjoy himself with his book. He heard Page Eleven the others leave for school, heard the last bell ring, and then settled down with a sigh of content. “But what is that I smell? Hot muffins and fried ham, I’ll bet. I’m hungry, too.” “Mother,” he called, “I’m hungry. Please bring me something to eat.” Soon mother came in, bearing a tray which she placed within Billy’s reach. The tray contained a glass of milk and a plate upon which was a single slice of toast. “But, Mother,” cried the boy, “I want a real breakfast—hot muffins and the rest, like I eat every morning.” “Oh, no,” replied mother. “I don’t want your stomach upset now of all times.” The toast and milk speedily disappeared and mother took the tray away. Billy read on for a short time until the clock struck ten. “Ten o’clock,” sighed the little boy. “Now they are all lining up for the match and soon questions will be going back and forth at a great rate. Any- way, I won’t be there to fail.” At eleven he breathed a sigh of relief and ventured to get up and dress himself; the match was probably over. When Mrs. Blake saw her small son coming downstairs she said, “Oh, Billy, are you better, dear? I’m so glad. Sit right down here by the fire and if you stay in all day I guess you’ll be all right tomorrow.” “Oh, isn’t this an easy life,” thought Billy, when suddenly the tele- phone rang and Mrs. Blake, after listening an instant called, “Oh, I’m so sorry, Mrs. Anderson, but Billy isn’t well today and I don’t think it would wise to allow him to attend the party. Thank you just the same. Yes. Good-bye.” “Mother—Mother, what is it?” cried Billy in consternation. “Of course I can go to the party.” “No, dear. The party is this afternoon and I couldn’t think of letting you go where you would eat things which might bring back those ter- rible pains.” Poor Billy, with visions of the fancy cakes, candies and ice cream that he might have had, sat heavily down, resolving next time to locate his pain in another part of his body. ELINOR E. HANNA, ’22. Page Twelve L’ALLEGRO—A la Mode To hear the clock begin its stroke And ringing, startle the poor bloke Who slumbering on his cot doth lie, Vainly regretting dawn is nigh. To rouse him from his dreams, bedight With mem’ries of the preceding night. Then to besiege the bathroom door, Resolved to enter it before His fellow sufferers gleefully gain The coveted goal and there remain, Unmindful of those impatient without To pamper or lave or tackle about With keen edged Gillette or Durham or Gem. A cup and a roll, and quickly then To the B. R. T., with its rush and roar, With a prayer in his heart that ’twill soon be o’er. His journey’s course he needs must stand With teeming crowds on every hand. Now here’s a maid demure and shy; Across the throng he casts his eye. And there’s a maid with manner bold Who fain his wand’ring glance would hold. Adown the canyons dark and deep, To his special niche in the cliffside steep, With lagging step, he makes his way, Himself, unmarked, in the busy fray. The dreary day drags to its close And night comes on. ’Tis then he knows The festive world will grant his need In pleasure gay or sportive deed. Then to the gaudy stage, anon If Ziegfeld’s Beauties’ socks be on, Or Griffith’s feature huge and grand, Hold forth at Capitol or Strand. Then to assuage the itching feet, Accompanied by maid petite, With one-step, toddle, walk or trot, Or other form of bally rot. He thus his nightly round doth make Till the fleeting hours demand he take His weary way unto his cot To await the stroke, his usual lot. With apologies to Milton, E. K. B„ ’22. Page Thirteen A MISUNDERSTANDING was Jimmy’s first call on a girl. As he neared the house, is knees began to weaken. His head felt hot. Funny, iere was snow on the ground and it was quite cold. Should e turn back? Then he thought of the sweet little girl, her pleasant smile. But her father — he was different. Hadn’t the boys told him how strict “dad” was? Now he was at the gate. Should he enter? Yes, he would. He would show the rest of the fellows that he would not be “scared” home by any girl’s father. Susan needed company. Yes, and “dad” was so strict. Hadn’t the boys told him that Susan’s father denied her a young man’s company? Hadn’t they dared him to make the attempt? Hadn’t he taken the dare? Of course! Jimmy was now on the porch. With a shaky thumb, but not because he was cold, as I have said—with a shaky thumb, he rang the bell. After much stuttering and blushing the greetings were over. Susan and Jimmy sat on the parlor sofa. Neither broke the silence, though the sofa gave a little creak every time Jimmy gulped and fidgeted. He knew he must talk. He began with the common, “Fine weather” (al- though it wasn’t a bit). Five minutes later they were chatting together. The hands of the large hall clock went around once, twice, three times. Jimmy was in luck. Surely if Susan’s dad was at home, he would have heard from him by this time. Jimmy had not finished think- ing this and planning what he’d tell the boys, when—the portieres parted, and no other than Susan’s dad entered. Susan’s dad, yes! Look- ing at his watch he turned to Jimmy. “Son, do you know what time it is?” When dad looked up, he caught a glimpse of Jimmy’s left heel leaving the threshold. Then a slam of the front door. Susan sat up- right, her eyes as large as saucers. “Well, I’ll be! What on earth is the matter with that fellow, Susan? I was setting my watch and wanted to find the correct time when this silly fellow jumps up—and”----- But dad did not have a chance to finish. Susan had burst into laughter and the tears were rolling down her cheeks. So this was what the fellows had been telling her about. They had warned poor Jimmy of her dad’s strict nature, when dad was such a dear. JENNIE MARIE TROYAN, ’23. Page Fourteen THE NUGGET OR the third time Mrs. Haldane exerted all her shrill ap- paratus to arouse Matthew, who was sitting with a dull grin on his face, eagerly reading line after line. Suddenly he became conscious of the familiar sound of his name being called, and jumped up with wild eyes; “Treasure Island dropped to the floor. “What’s the matter with you?”—the words flooded his confused senses. “How I’ve stood and called you and called you. I want you to go to Herriway’s and tell him to bring the fruit over on his way to market this morning. I’m ready to do it up now. I thought I could do the cherries today and then--” “A’right—can I bring Spot?” He whistled to the watching dog. “Yes—and, Matt—tell him to bring only two baskets instead of three.” “G’bye.” His mind was still roving over the alluring mazes and mysteries of the book. He told Mr. Herriway to bring the fruit, ate in silence the apple that was handed to him, and turned to go. “Oh, I forgot—only bring two baskets. She don’t want the other one.” “Don’t want it? Well. My! your feet are muddy—did you come across lots? If you want, you can go down the path in the yard there like we alius do. It won’t be so muddy, maybe.” “A’right,” he agreed unconcernedly, his eyes on the red strawberries that were flirting with him from the dark green muddy leaves. His shoe caught behind a rake; the world bumped around; his face was in the mud. Disgustedly picking himself up, he could hear Mr. Herriway ask- ing his wife where the baskets were. He left the garden, and, disre- garding, jumped over the hedge into more mud, and broke into a run. He stopped short—his eyes bulged and fastened on something ahead of him. As though not to scare it away he crept slowly to it, the wonder in his eyes increasing. “Ooh!—ooh!—Spot—a reg'lar treasure—in a chest ’n’ everything. Ooh gosh!” he gulped. The old ,wet chest lay on the ground beside him, musty, and ancient. He dropped to his knees in reverence. “And it won’t open, either. How mys—mys—mysterious!” Page Fifteen Spot, noticing: his master in that dignified position before such an uninteresting box, pricked up his ears, and trotted over to the boy. For the next half hour Matthew hopefully dragged the old chest in the direction of his house—his feet on the earth, his head in the clouds— rehearsing what he would say when he was congratulated on his good fortune. And how he would pose for the newspaper photographers! Spot helped the general excitement all he could by barking endlessly and jumping up at Matt and appearing to bite his stockings, his tail swinging eagerly. “Get down, Spot, get down. Ooh!—a real treasure!” He reached home. Mr. Herriway arriving at the same time, having come by the road in his wagon, bustled into the kitchen and set down the baskets. Matt could not tell them fast enough. His eyes were bright and round. At each suggestion of a new sentence his enthusiasm grew. Then he stopped. Mr. Herriway threw back his head and roared. “Let’s see it”'—as soon as he could speak. Somewhat dismayed, the little would-be hero pointed out of the back door. The man’s eyes widened a little when he saw the “treasure”; then he fell to laughing again, this time harder than at his first surprise. The boy’s mother looked a little puzzled and smiled faintly in the corner of her mouth. Then—a cry from Matt, a medley of sounds caused by the pounding of an axe against the old rotten chest, and an amused laugh from Mr. Herriway. A moment later and an ordinary, broken trunk—and empty—lay in the yard surrounded by onlookers upon whose faces the expressions varied widely. Matthew began to cry with disappointment; tears trickled down his cheeks over the mud and freckles. The man spoke. “I’m sorry,” he said, “but ’twas so darn funny! Only Friday last I threw out that trunk; it wa’n’t no good no more, and I just threw it out. Treasure, ’ey? Guess again, Matt.” With that he laughed once more and, taking out his watch, bade them good-day. Matt bit his lips hard and then the hot tears came in a blinding flood. His mother consoled him the best she could. After a few min- utes he arose and walked into the house, his feet still on the earth; but his head he kn°w not where. RUTH McCOLLOM, ’23. Page Sixteen DAY DREAMS Sometimes when English class seems slow I slouch down in my seat, quite low. My head upon my hand I lean, And then I start to dream and dream. Ofttimes I am Elaine, the fair With eyes of blue—and golden hair, And oh, my heart is broke in twain, For I have loved—but loved in vain. Sometimes I am a martyr brave, And when folks pass beside my grave, They bow their heads and whisper low! “She saved our country from the foe.” Sometimes, I’m held by pirates bold, To tell where is the hidden gold. But, by some little trick of mine— I kill them all—all fifty-nine. I’m wandering with him by a brook. (Just as one reads of in a book.) The birds sing sweetly up above, I listen to his words of love. It is so nice to have him near, He clasps my hand—he whispers—“ Here.” A voice at my elbow cries, “What is it that word modifies?” I start—I come to earth once more. Oh me, but English is a bore! But oh, my dreams! Alas! Alas! My castles fall—they go to smash! L. A. BECK, ’23. Page Seventeen THE CULPRIT HIS way and that, through the maze of dark city streets, a stealthy figure crept. Unmindful of the dreary rain drizz- ling and dripping about ths unsheltered form, and oozing forth from the low, unprotected boots, the figure furtively darted along, with cap pulled to the eye-brows, and coat collar upturned, leaving only the furtive black eyes visible. Both hands nervously clutched a dark package hidden beneath the dampened coat while its owner crept cautiously in the shadow of the darkened buildings. Hesitating and wary, the figure emerged to a more frequented thor- oughfare, drew a short sigh of relief, and resumed its stealthy way, darting hurriedly along with face averted from the gaze of the passing- throng. '‘Oh, Peggy! Wait!” cried a voice near at hand. With a low, startled cry at the sound of the name, the girl clutched her package more frantically than ever, and sped on down a side street, turned into another one, dashed up a marble stairway, into a spacious hallway, up another stairway, and, with a breathless cry, slammed and locked the door of her own room. The package dropped unheeded to the floor while the girl threw her drenched and breathless self upon the spotless bed. At last, with a sigh of mingled relief, dread, and curiosity, she jumped up, snatched off her small cap, and, with eyes wide, viewed her- self in the mirror. How unfamiliar the reflection! The fearful expres sion in the brown eyes soon faded before a mischievous twinkle, and changed to a hearty laugh when the girl glanced down at the tell-tale package out of which peeped a beautiful silken-? Even as she looked, a picture came before her eyes—a picture of her mother’s utter horror when she should see her daughter—minus the long black------? Again the girl laughed—laughed wildly, exultantly, at—her bobbed hair! ELEANOR WOODRUFF, ’22. Page Eighteen A PENNY A WORD OT unlike the drowning person who so eagerly clutches at a straw, Bob, with a quick nervous grasp, clutched the tele- gram and tore it open. So eagerly did he absorb its con- tents that his eyes fairly bulged. The words were so black and cold, and yet—so full of meaning. It read thus: “Not another cent—allowance cut off. Father.” Impatient, and in a hopelessly desperate frame of mind, Bob nerv- ously paced the floor. A hundred jumbled thoughts flashed through his mind. Mr. Volstead’s hoarse demanding threat—$25 spot cash, by six o’clock, or I notify your father. Then what? Expulsion from college, just for thoughtless extravagance—disgrace, and what not. Another monotonous repetition of hand delving into pocket, but always with the same unmistakable result. Not a cent did he possess. The clock struck four. Two hours remained. A knock on the door brought him to his senses—awakened him, from his orgy of hideous thoughts. “Come in!” Doris Breamer, his fascinating cousin, entered the room. “How are you, Bob?” “Hello, Doris. This is surely a pleasant surprise.” “I’m on my way to meet mother. She wants you to come for dinner with us,” was her explanation. “Sorry”—Bob remembered his predicament—“But I have something on for tonight.” Her unexpected appearance—previous conversations with the fellows —and then almost instantaneously, Bob was struck with an idea. Her presence gave him courage, and like a dying spark kindling into fire, hope seized him. She would have him—and she would. How? Borrow money from her? No. How then? Indirectly. Would she know? Never. Had not the fellows agreed to give Bob five dollars for the privilege of being able to speak to Doris for an hour? Would they keep their promises? Willingly. Did not the opportunity offer itself now, and did he not urgently need the money? All these thoughts flashed through his mind. “Excuse me for half a minute, Doris. Have to phone a friend— Page Nineteen very urgent.” So saying, Bob entered an adjoining room. A second later he returned, triumphant, his face wrinkled with smiles. Fifteen minutes later a shuffling of feet was heard outside the door. Someone knocked. “Come in!” Five chaps eagerly entered. On seeing Doris, they made an ineffec- tual attempt to leave. “Easy, fellows. I want you to meet a cousin of mine.” The pleasant procedure of introduction over, the fellows demanded that Bob solve a problem in math for them. For an hour Bob bluffed through an imaginary problem. For an hour the others laughed, and chatted. “I’ll have to be moving. Good-bye, Bob. Good-bye, boys.” At this farewell greeting, five chaps as if suddenly pricked with needles sprang up, and asked for permission to escort her home. “Sorry, boys, but I’ve got to meet mother.” It was now 5:20. Forty more minutes remained in which to settle his debt. As each fellow left, he tendered Bob a five dollar bill. “Oh! what a wonderful girl she is!” was the single unanimous shout of satisfaction. Bob pinched himself unmercifully. Ouch! It hurts. No, he wasn’t dreaming. Triumphantly, he counted the bills—five, ten, fifteen, twenty, twenty-five. LEWIS RICHMOND, ’23. Page Twenty THE FOOTBALL SEASON, 1921 |ES, sire-e-c, a new addition has been built to the Hall of Fame to accommodate the members of our nineteen hundred and twenty-one rugby squad. Some squad, eh? Or, as our i victims have said, “Some wrecking crew.” The blame for this terrible destruction which our boys wrecked upon our opponents rests solely upon the shoulders of our coach, Mr. Palmer. In the eyes of his pigskin chasers, Napoleon looks like a back number compared with him. Of what importance is a trifle like conquering the world when it comes to placing Clifton High on the map in one year by winning nine games in succession? Probably the person most afflicted by this rugby-itus bacillus, and the one upon whom it inflicted the most amazing results, is Mr. Nutt. How opposed he had been to football in former years—and now! Some change, not only in his attitude, but his chest measurement as well. There is enough space there now to print in bold type, “That was my team.” We don’t blame him for feeling that way; he sure had a fine lot of boys. Ye gods, but how this fine lot of boys could tear, ruin and destroy! Sympathy was all that was extended to the unfortunates who tried to stop the onslaughts of that Chimenti-Augauer combination. “Red” Sut- ter, our strategist, with his “sixteen sixty-six,” used “Rummy,” the larg- est fullback in the country, to chop up our rivals by sneaking him through their lines. Our ace, “Billy” Sigler, also spoiled many a football aspir- ant’s ambitions with his steamroller crush. “Billy’s” able assistants, Page Twenty-one Collester, Laue, Water and Captain “Hiene” Hobelman, of the tackb- em-lowfame, gave about as much comfort and profit to our rivals as the fellow who willed his vest sleeves to his mother-in-law. The Mutt and Jeff ends, Projedinec and Ried, were as bothersome as mosquitos during the games. Their bad-good fault was that they were too forward. In fact, there were too many forwards to suit our rivals. A good deal of credit also went to our substitutes who gave the regulars staunch backing with their scrimmages and hard workouts. Praise and glory shines on all these fine chaps for their attainments. The glory of our accomplishments lies in the fact that we have de- feated experienced teams. Our first victim was Butler. Emerson was sent to defeat next; while Park Ridge, with a record of five consecutive victories, came to Clifton only to die a hard death. Of the Pingry affair much need not be said in the football column, for it is a matter to be discussed in the fistic world. Our real test came in the Hackensack game from which, after a struggle like that of life and death, we emerged victorious. Our merciless destruction later left in its wake the crumpled remains of Irvington, East Rutherford and Hasbrouck Heights. The last but not least of our victims was the Alumni; a good team but out of form. Mercy, however, was extended to them and they died an easy death. The support of the faculty and the student body showed up admir- ably. It helped a great deal to pull our boys through the strenuous season as well as they did. The team surely did appreciate the loyalty which the school extended toward them. Their appreciation cannot be expressed in words, but it is evident that they reciprocated by giving us a wonderful record of which we can be justly proud. EDWARD POJEDINEC, ’22. 1? « U FAMOUS SAYINGS OF THE FOOTBALL SQUAD “Let me at ’em and you couldn’t find their gains with a micro- scope.”—E. Reid, L. E. “You may get through the right side, but you can’t get through here.”—H. Hobelman, L. T. “It’s all right, Zieg, he didn’t hit me.”—D. Collester, L. G. “All together, children.”—Wm. Ziegler, C. “I have heard of people talking to spirits.”—“Will someone please tell the High School Spirit that it is time that he awoke ?”—F. Laue, R. G. Page Twenty-two “Oh, my leg!”—E. Maier, R. T. “Gee! his chin was hard.”—E. Poejednic, R. E. “I want to see anybody that worked harder for the team than I did.”—A. Argauer, L. H. B. “You should see the teams they put out in Brooklyn.”—V. Chimenti. “9—46—Hip, hip, hip, kick the goal, Art.”—M. Sutter, L. B. “Sig-i-mals.”—R. Bidnarcik, F. B. “Give us a chance.”—“Scrubs.” 8? 1? Memories Take an old-fashioned county fair, and magnify it by 100. Add the noise of an old-fashioned 4th of July with the colors of a three- ringed circus, and more excitement than a Wall Street explosion. This will give you a plain idea of the night after the Hackensack football game. CLIFTON HIGH SCHOOL FOOTBALL RECORD OF 1921 Butler 0 Clifton 46 Emerson 0 it 32 Park Ridge 19 It 27 Pingry 1 ti 0 Hackensack 14 it 21 Irvington 6 it 13 East Rutherford 6 it 13 Point Pleasant 0 it 1 Hasbrouck Heights 0 36 Alumni 0 it 26 Page Twenty-three WILL CLIFTON EVER FORGET? D 'S? 'S? Clifton’s first football team? The Hackensack game? The two “mustacheers” ? Our flaming quarterback—Sutter? Ray Bernarcik’s petrified hair—or is it cemented ? Vine Chimenti’s black eye? “Big Six” Eddie’s touchdown at Hackensack ? Argaur’s short kicks? Hon. Ernest Reid—the sleeping end? Capt. Hobelman’s low tackles? “Willie” Sigler—the weak (?) spot? Dougie Maston vs. the colored fellow at Hackensack? Collester’s “peach blossom” nose? Lane’s voice (very weak, don’-cha-know) ? Maier’s “I’m used to playing in the backfield”? Quinlan’s “regular” position? The entire squad—without which, there would have been no great team ? Manager Maurice Karp? Signals 9-46-12—Hip! Hip! Hip!—Touchdown? No. 11. Page Twenty-four 0 1 c o £ o tx C3 0, OUR FOOT BALL TEAM, 1921 BASKETBALL The good work that has been accomplished by the football team is being duplicated by the basketball squad. Our basketball team is setting a fast pace, running rough-shod over all kinds of strange opposition. With the whole-hearted support of the school behind them, this year’s team has a good chance of reaching the state finals for the Class B schools. “Let’s go, Clifton!” i? 11 H BASKETBALL RECORD, 1921 Opponents C. H. S. East Rutherford 18 23 Stevens Prep. 36 58 Horace Mann 31 26 Glen Ridge 2 0 Hackensack 33 34 Rutherford 26 31 Emerson 26 31 Montclair Academy 19 37 Verona 28 41 Hackensack 0 2 MILTON J. SUTTER, ’22. Page Twenty-six HISTORY OF THE SPANISH CLUB OW it happened that in the year of our Lord, one thousand, nineteen hundred and twenty-one, a band of Pilgrims did come forth into Room 23 of C. H. S. And they did organize themselves into a strong and mighty band called the “Spanish Club” and did choose for their leader one called Ruth of the Guilfoyle, who did rule them wisely, for her brain power was mighty. In the course of time it came to pass that another band of Pilgrims did come into the land and they camped across the hall from Room 23. They did call themselves the “ Spanish 1-1 Class,” and were likewise mighty in power. Weeks and weeks passed and the two tribes did store up ammuni- tion in the form of knowledge until they thought their fortress was mighty. At last, a battle was charged and it was called a “ Test,” while day after day the armies prepared and did arm themselves with a new weapon—“Confidence”—and, perhaps, “Conceit.” The day of strife dawned clear and cool and the “Spanish Club” armed with pencil and paper did fly their colors. But alas! they did meet with a sorry defeat, for the “Spanish Class” was mightier than they. Chagrined, they returned home to prepare for another battle which was called a “ Spelling Match.” Furthermore, a trophy of war was de- clared. It was a sweet trophy too—called Fudge, to be offered by one of the fair members of the Club. So it came to pass that again the day of battle dawned and once more did the armies show their colors. The hours passed, and the eve of victory came for the “Spanish Club.” Slowly, yet surely did the op- posing force yield until the battle field was free from enemies. Tired, yet happy did the victorious ones return home, feeling sorry for their beaten foe. And it happened that the trophy was awarded to the victors on the next day, but those cowardly ones who had shirked battle, partook not. Vainly they pleaded, but the victorious ones heard not. Thus ended the first term of the mighty “ Spanish Club.” VIRGINIA RUHE, ’22. Page Twenty-seven PERSONALS E wonder why Michael Frost likes Geometry so much. Is it because he does such extra good work, or because he does such good extra work? Which is it, Mike? Miss Zuluf trying to explain the lift pump in the fifth period General Science Class: “When you raise the handle down.” Visitor: “Have you any brother?” Little Boy: “One.” Visitor: “Does he work in New York?” Little Boy: “Naw, he goes to Clifton High School.” Visitor: “Have you any sisters?” Little Boy: “One.” Visitor: “Does she work?” Little Boy: “Naw, she don’t do nuthin either!” Here’s to Kess and all her beaux How she gets them nobody knows. What attracts Freddie Laue to Lakeview lately? Ask Flo, she knows. Where did Molly Karp get that bluffing habit? You’ll get there, Molly. If you don’t it won’t be your fault. IS 8? IS Report by the High School Board of Health The epidemic of “Laughingitus” prevalent here four years ago (see “Reflector June, 1918, Page 23, Paragraph 7), has broken out again. We all want to know why Mr. Hobelman carries two Spanish books to class every day. Will Miss Werner kindly inform us how she becomes a pet of every teacher she has? Page Twenty- eight Conversation—Mrs. Crammer’s Room Miss Thienes: “I don’t like many boys in High, only about four.” Miss Crowther: “I don’t think much of any but two.” (Must we believe everything we’re told?) Mrs. Grammer (in 1-1 Mechanical Drawing): “How will the circles look in that problem?” (tangent) Max Berndt: “Round!” Brown (collecting dues): “Venus, give me a dollar.” Venus Eyers: “Haven’t got it, old top, but I’ll give you 15 cents. How’s that?” Brown: “No, no. You need all the sense you’ve got; give me a dollar.” Miss Lane should go into the detective business. She can always find the guilty one when trouble arises. Miss F. Shelkowitz: “Do you know any more jokes, Jenny?” Miss Troyan: “Yes, look at me.” Mr. Laue’s talk and poetry seems to tend to red hair. Now, Fritz, who is she? Ask Plog and Wellenkamp to sing Peggy O’Neil in Spanish. Ask A. Plog about the plain (k)night clothes King Arthur wore. Miss Kelly must have been a good farmer. She is always going to give out a good crop of zeros or sixes. Mr. Hollender declares that Ca Co3 is soluble in water. Thus, we find a new theory arising in this young man’s fertile brain, declaring Chemical facts not to be Chemical facts, for as we all know— Ca Co3 equals Marble! In First Aid, Miss E. Brunt was heard to say that the neck is com- posed of two floating ribs. Someone please donate the rubber. BOO. BOO. Wellenkamp forgot to write his letter to Santa Claus. Page Twenty-nine “Miss Grant! Put your glasses on!” is all Sarah hears lately. Mary had a little curl, It hung behind her ear, When Mary went to bed it hung, Upon the chiffonier. Unlike Elaine, Miss Beck declares that it is a foolish thing to die of a broken heart for any Lancelot. Can You Imagine: Bancroft forgetting his lunch box? Bonitz failing to describe some new novels he had read ? Dluhy in love? Pontier attending P. T. regularly? Sauer objecting to a theatre party in New York? Carlson doing away with his “Sharpie Haircomb”? C. Hilton making a racket? M. Karp as a school teacher? G. Valerius without her bobbed hair? Will someone please tell me why the girls like to borrow the boys’ fountain pens about Christmas time? After some deep thinking, I have arrived at the following conclu- sion: Two opposites, a negative and a positive, will cancel. Intelligence and ignorance are opposite, therefore they will cancel. In fact, they have cancelled in the minds of some students, and having cancelled, have left nothing. Is that granted? 8 1? In History Class Mrs. Grammer teaching Domestic Hygiene; Miss Helen Stewart talk- ing to Miss Frances DuPlessis. Mrs. Grammer: “Pardon me, Miss Stewart. I didn’t mean to in- terrupt you.” What would happen if Rosen should loose his gold medal ? Or if he stopped blowing about himself? Well, well, what happened! Mike Amato recited for the first time in three months in Latin, and asked Miss Jackson why he got a 6 on his report. Page Thirty POINTS NOT THE ONLY GRAUATION REQUISITES The Senior year is expensive, I hear. Carlson knows it, so does Pontier. The price of the rings gave them a thrill, They’re working now in the Pitken Mill. Dluhy and Sauer don’t care for a mill, They’d rather slice meats, then make out a bill. So Juniors prepare for your Senior year, Be ready with money, or you’ll have to pay dear. Ain’t it a Grand and Glorious Feeling? When you get up from bed Almost too late To eat your breakfast. And you run to school Just getting into the cloak-room When the bell rings. You search in vain for an empty hook So quickly hang your clothes Over some one else’s. Being all out of breath You hurry into your section room And frantically pick out a paper From one of your books And start doing your homework For the first period Which you did not do The night before. And when you’ve just written a few lines The bell for the first period Rings. But you continue writing another minute Yet fail to get a tenth part of it done. Just as you are leaving the room The late bell rings And you travel through the hall In agony. Then as you enter the room Looking for The dreaded teacher You notice a sign: “Classes are excused for today.” With the familiar initials W. F. N. Oh, Boy! ain’t it a grand and glorious feelin’? B. FRIDSMA, June, 1922. Page Thirty-one Freshmen Agree The cows are in the meadow, The sheep are in the grass, Not all the simple-minded folk Are in the Freshman Class. Teacher: “Johnny, why are you late?” Johnny: “School started before I got here.” What seems to be the matter with Warner Staub and Boletta? Won’t you forgive, can’t you forget? Miss J. Troyan: “Have you seen Screery’s window?” Miss R. Smith: “No, where is it playing?” The star of the High School Orchestra is Mike Amato. Keep it up, Mike, you’re getting good—the first one hundred years are the hardest. Wellenkamp has a great head for business. We intend to have him elected Admiral of the Swiss Navy. Does anyone know what a “yap” is? Please return the correct answer to Brown. Miss Wallace: “Of what use are trees?” Mr. De Luca (after brief pause): “Why-er-they keep the country from going dry.” What would happen if— Peace was ever restored between Jumbo De Vido and Brown. Ain’t it a grand and glorious felling when: You have been doing some cute little baby trick to make a girl think you’re smart, and then dis- cover she isn’t looking at you? (Ask Wellenkamp and Plog.) Why do they call Emil Sauer “Sweet”? Ella has fierce fun trying to keep a pet. Her latest, Sammy Berry, met with an accident on Clifton Avenue and is now at Dr. Lowe’s office where little hopes are held for his recovery. No wonder Miss Brunt is late for school every morning. Gosh, I wouldn’t make all those curls for all the Henry’s in the world. What would happen if Argauer didn’t knock the biggest man out in every football game? A. ROOTER. Page Thirty-two Famous Sayings Virginia Ruhe: “Make it good and snappy.” Mr. Derr: “As a matter of fact.” Miss L. Brunt: “Oh! sweet onions.” Miss K. Van Cleve: “My hair wouldn’t go up this morning.” Miss Ruth Smith: “Show that you know why you have come to school.” Miss Sharp: “The next time you will go down to Mr. Nutt.” Mr. Geo. Quinlin: “Gee! I’m always in trouble.” Miss Hill: “Further ciuestions?” Miss Stewart: “Did you see him?” Eleanor Sjoberg: “Ain’t nature grand?” Chingy Riley: “Was sagst du?” 'i? 8? ‘i? Senior Section Miss Lane to Eddie Bancroft, after he had torn up the proof of his graduation picture: “Aren’t you going to have another sitting made of that?” Eddie: “Huh! what good’ll that do? It isn’t the picture’s fault, it’s the face.” 8? H Some of Our Fellows A tiny little bow tie, A vest cut very low, A spiffy pair of tan spats— These does Petrusky show. A beary voice has Quinlin A slick hand too has he, For he’s always ducking in history To write up his Chemistry. Some Spanish letters has Plogie— Where—oh—where are they from ? You’d better look out, Plogie! We think you’re much too young! Page Thirty-three HOW TO START THE DAY WRONG (With apologies to Briggs) You walk to school With a light heart Because for once you have done All your homework. You waste your time Looking around During assembly period Because you have Nothing to do Anyway. Laughing and talking You go to your First period class Which happens to be Latin. You wish the teacher To call on you Being confident of giving a better recitation Than ever before And he does call on you. But adds: “Start with yesterday’s translation.” But you have not done this work. So you stare at the passage For some time And finally confess That you can’t translate it. So you coldly watch him Mark down A goose egg— But your whole day is utterly ruined. B. FRIDSMA, ’22. In History Class Myers was asked to go on with the recitation Kay had started. He asked, “Shall I start with where he left off or what he left out?” Miss Hill (in Junior 7th period History): “I think this class is stupid.” Wellenkamp: “Miss Sharp told us that in 6th period.” Some day Albertus Baker will come in absent. Heard in Spanish Class: Miss Sharp: “Will someone give me an example of a concrete noun.” Hohlstein: “Sidewalk.” Page Thirty-four Bow Wow ! Fresh: “That man out there can’t hear the thunder.” Soph: “Why, how is that? Is he deaf?” Fresh: “No, ’taint thundering.” In case Mr. Collester wishes to know where his paper disappears, we might suggest that he keep an eye on Mr. Goellner. He has quite a large number of girl friends. Miss Van Cleve was the most disappointed girl at Christmas time. She didn’t get her horse or racer. R. Jackson did not mention the fact that prizes were to be given for the pupil getting the most number of ads for the “Reflector.” Guess he wants to keep the prizes in the family. Fellow Student: “What is the matter with your car, Sett?” Sett: “Well, it’s like this: The engine made Staccato reports, then the car changed keys and went on 4 flats and it ended up with a grand pause.” Heard most anywhere by one particular football player: “Did you see me get that big fellow?” Mr. Howell: “The home work for Monday will be on Page 149, Ex- amples 26-29 inclusive. Mr. Thorburn: “Is this home work for Monday?” Mr. Howell: “No, it’s for Sunday, Mr. Thorburn.” Dunn is improving his opportunities. He took five girls to the Rialto. Molly Karp—she’s got the habit Of movin’ round just like a rabbit; She’s up and down and all around, But still she never can be found. Rusty Jackson is some chap. Comes to school in a little trap; Cops await him after school, Rusty Jackson the cops can’t fool. In French class (translating the verse from Scripture): “Good trees bear good fruit; bad trees bear bad fruit.” Miss Coene to Le Giand, who is half asleep: “What kind of fruit do good trees bear?” Le Grand: “Good trees bear apples, pears, plums, etc.” It certainly is humiliating to be hit by a Freshman’s snowball. If you don’t believe it, ask Tarris. If Alice McFerran ever saw a REAL joke, what would happen? Hand your plumbing jobs to Mr. Barker. He can solder boilers, also umbrellas. Page Thirty-five In Latin Class A Student translating; Virgil: “And the Trojans gazed with suspicion on the great horse.” Mr. Collester: “In other words, pupils, never trust a ‘pony’.” There is a lad who is never known to have please said Now don’t think of this sadly, For he lisps very badly, And is always known to have “pleathe” said. Mr. Palmer to small Freshie: “Go ask Mr. Howell if he is going to Paterson in his car; if so, tell him to wait for me.” Freshie leaves. He returns in a few minutes and says: “Mr. Howell is not going to Paterson, but he gave me eight cents for you to take the car.” Miss Smith called on Benkendorf to recite in oral English. Benkendorf: “I cannot stand up their and recite because my foot is sleeping.” Miss Smith: “That’s the newest in excuses.” Do Amato and Rosen each own half of that scarf? Amato wears it in school and Rosen wears it to school. Poor Arthur Plog! He tries so hard to attract the attention of Miss E. Brunt! But she has a heart of stone—she heeds him not. Ah, Miss Wilson, tell us where to get the charm that makes us gazed at lovingly (especially during English period) by a male member of the class. We never hear that— Miss Sharpe is Sharp. Miss Green is green in any subject. Mr. Cross is cross. Mr. Leeds leads in bookkeeping. Mr. Dunn is done talking. Mr. Eyers put on airs. Ask Carlson what he did with the haircut money he collected in Room 18. Miss Lane: “Leeds, what made you late to class?” Leeds (getting funny): “Why, the bell.” Miss Lane: “Which one, bell or belle?” And then Leeds blushed. Page Thirty-six What wouldn’t we give for: Miss Connors to stop blowing and learn something. Mr. Nichols to be absent once in a while. Miss R. Smith to forget to give homework in English. Miss Haitenger to come to school early some day. Miss Morre to forget her giggle. Mr. Eyers to do his shorthand homework. Miss De Mott to forget about the Underwood Tests. Mr. Nichols to forget to talk to Miss Coene. Talk about girls being “catty”! As soon as Petruska does try to be good in Spanish class, certain Juniors get jealous and make fun of him. But a good man can’t be kept down, can he, Petruska ? Miss Morre and Mr. Staub are not on speaking terms any more. We wonder if they have made any other terms. Dr. Cohn, testing Miss F. Shelkowitz’s ears, whispers, “How are you?” Miss Shelkowitz: “Fine.” Milton Sutter took Charles Riley out for a ride. Suddenly Milt noticed that the car was not running very smoothly, so he said to Riley, “Charlie, step out of the car and see if I have a flat tire.” Charlie stepped out and said: “They’re all right, only your one tire is flat on one side.” H V 7th Period Geometry Miss Csik at the board: “Mr. Howell, is my figure all right?” Mr. Howell: “Yes, certainly.” When school was to close for the Christmas holidays, Mr. Nutt an- nounced that he would eliminate the second and sixth periods. Evidently this announcement was a shock to Miss Georgette Connors, for she was heard to exclaim: “My, it’s perfectly horrid, no sixth period.” The sixth period must be very interesting. Explain yourself, Georgette. H “i? A Scene in Physics Mr. Derr: “Hobelman, illustrate density.” Hobelman: “I don’t know how.” Mr. Derr: “A very good illustration, very good. Go to the head of the class.” The Horace Mann rooters showed how cheering should be done. Why can’t Clifton come out with some noise? The joke of the High School; Laue brings his own hook to hang his coat and hat on. The problem is solved, fellows. Follow Freddy’s example. Page Thirty-seven Heard in Biology Class 2-1 Miss Wallace: “Mr. Kievett, where is the appendix?” Mr. Kievett: “In the back of the book.” Heard in the corridor after the Freshman Girls’ Assembly— First Girl: “Didn’t Mr. Goellner speak prettily in assembly today?” Second Girl: “Yes, and he had such a wonderful posture.” Oh! Dutch, you’re making a hit! It’s time you woke up. Heard in Mr. Howell’s room— Mr. Howell: “Did you get all the Algebra problems for today, Miss De Mattia?” Miss De Mattia (after a little hesitation): “Well, I did them the way you told me, but I got them all wrong.” Heard in English Class Teacher: “Use the word ‘moreover’ in a sentence.” Pupil: “John was more over the fence than I was when he fell.” We’d like to know: Is the joke about the boy falling off the roof the exclusive prop- erty of the 3-2 girls ? Whether the Junior 3-2 class finally decided to have a peanut hunt, a pie eating contest or give away a ton of coal or flivver for the lucky prize ticket at the Prom. Why our bunch in the corner failed to register their heights on the school’s walls this term ? Even if Venus Eyers has unproportionable dimensions, you must admit he knows how to talk enough. Perhaps it is because he, being so large, can hold more hot “Eyre.” 1? H U Rules and Regulations for 1950 Regulations for Freshmen— 1. Airplanes must be parked in space provided foi Freshmen on the High School roof. 2. Freshmen shall not carry radio telephones in school. 3. Only upper classmen may own automobiles. 4. Freshmen are not eligible for position of Principal of School until after Washington’s birthday. 5. Trips to Europe during school hours not allowed except by spe- cial permission of Principal. 6. Freshmen are not allowed to wade through sunken marine gar- dens in front of school. Page Thirty-eight SENIOR SECTION Pape Thirty-nine EMIL SAUER—“SWEET” “To cut off the head and tail and throw the rest away” Sweet is planning a surgical dental course at N. Y. U. Of course, we expect great things from Sauer because of his surgical experiences at the “ Mohican Meat Market.” Perhaps one of those blank spaces at N. Y. U.’s Hall of Fame may be for you, Emil. Good luck to you! JOHN DLUHY—“SPIKE” “As gentle as a lamb” John D. is going to be Sauer’s companion at N. Y. U. John is also to study dentistry—making it a “put and take” art. He is going to take his client’s teeth and put some of his own make in their places. You really would think John was bashful, but you’re wrong. You ask a certain young lady of C. H. S. and she’ll tell you “ still water runs deep.” HERMAN BONITZ—“HERMIE” ‘ Boys will be men” “Little Hermie” has grown in more ways than one in the last four years. He has been the treasurer of the class for two years, and president of the A. A. for the last term. Hermie has been a popular ath- lete, starring in baseball and basketball. Hermie has also officiated as editor of the “Reflector.” With such an unusual past, we are anticipating a brilliant career for him. GLADYS VALERIUS—“VAL” “Punctuality is the show of business” Glad is the popular young lady of the class. She has been the pianist of the school orchestra for two and one-half years—has served as president of the class and has been secretary of the class for he last term. Glad is also vice-president of the A. A. Her immediate future seems to be business. He will be a fortunate man to have a secretary like Gladys. There is only one thing Gladys likes to do better than to come to school late, and that is to dance. MOLLY KARP—“MAK” ‘Maids should be meek and mild; swift to hear and slow to speak” Mollie has decided to keep on at C. H. S. for an- other term as a P. G.—but then wants to study law at School of Commerce, N. Y. U. She wants the law work for general business knowledge. She isn’t going to be a lawyer, for she knows that the rest of the lawyers in this vicinity would have to retire to make room for the talkative Molly. Our advice to Molly is not to cut any classes at N. Y. U. Page Forty IRENE KESSE—“KESSE” “One tongue is enough for a woman” Kesse lives in the country and gets to school late in the morning and, of course, must leave school early after school to get home for dinner. The rest of us don’t get much chance to see Kesse because we are all in the habit of coming to school early and staying so late. We wish Irene much success in the business world. EDWIN BANCROFT—“EDDIE” “Four eyes see better than two” Eddie intends to create eyes for the world, follow- ing up the optical line, although he was usually “out of sight” when it came to class meetings. Eddie can adapt himself to all circumstances from making an enraged lion of himself at the subway station to making a tamed monkey of himself in democracy class. CATHERINE HILTON—“CAT” “A lady of pleasure” “Cat” entertained the Senior Class at the photog- rapher’s. Cat’s head had to be put in a vice to keep it still long enough to have her picture taken. By do- ing this the photographer lost only two plates. Poor Cat’s Waterloo was oral English. Catherine is already registered at the local matrimonial bureau, so won’t need her ability in oral English in the business world. CARL CARLSON—‘COLLIE” •To dance to every man’s pipe” Collie is going to business for a while, but he has high ambitions. Our classmate is thinking of be- coming a farmer, not just the regular kind, but a sci- entific farmer. The fortune teller of the class of ’22 prophesied Carl—an “Irene Castle,” but one never can tell. Carl insists that his specialty will be “ Jersey Peaches.” You have our best wishes. Collie! PETER PONTIER—“PONCHER” “A hired horse makes short miles” We haven’t been able to fathom out Pontier. Yes, we admit he has always been a willing worker and is particularly good at decorating for Senior dances. But—when everyone else was going to a dance at Clifton, Pontier wanted to go to a dance at Passaic, and when all the members of the Senior Class wanted to go to the movies downtown, Pete must go uptown. Pete says he is going to be a business man. His avocation is “ architecture.” Page Forty-one CLASS HISTORY—FEBRUARY, 1922 IME—50 years later. Piace—Sitting room of a farmhouse. Characters—An old woman and an old man. The woman, seated in an armchair, is knitting steadily. The old man is reading a newspaper. He (opening the Paterson Morning Call to the Clifton news)—I see, under the Clifton Notes that the February graduating class of Clifton High School is holding its class day today. This is an anniversary of our class day. She—Ah me, to think of how many years have passed since we first entered Clifton High School. What changes have come during the years that have passed. Still, it seems to be but yesterday that we first stepped into that dear old school. He—Do you remember that cold day in February in 1918 when some sixty of us youngsters came into High? My, hut we were a noisy lot. She—Yes, and do you recall how we were taken into the old assembly hall to arrange our schedule? He__Do I? Why, after we took a first glimpse of the interior of the building we started in to talk—and that’s about all we did for four years. She (reminiscently)—We were about the strangest youngsters that ever entered the building. For a whole year we were disorganized and had no president. He—Yes, but when we did start things we surely did keep the ball rolling. The first thing we did was to elect a president. She—Let me see. Who was that president? Oh, now I remember, it was Arno Haas. He—And we were given three teachers to act as sponsors. Evidently someone thought we needed taming and that was the time to tame us. She—It was in our second year that we started our cake sales. He (with a laugh)—Some sales they were. She—They were wonderful excuses for cutting classes, weren’t they ? Did you ever see anybody take so much time to cut cakes? He—The boys did splendid work, too. They sold those cakes as if they were experienced salesmen. She—Gladys Valerius was president of our Sophomore class. It was during her administration that we held an afternoon dance. Page Forty-two He—When we entered our Junior year we were beginning to look down upon the under-classmen and to consider ourselves indispensable to the school. She—Indispensable? Why, we couldn’t see how the school had ex- isted before we came to it. He—Yes, but we were downhearted at times. Many of our class- mates had left us at the end of the two year stenographic course to participate in other walks of life. She—It was during this year that we lost one of our dearest class- mates—Violet Farrell. He—Soon after this we held an afternoon dance, followed by our “ Prom.” She—Emil Sauer was re-elected class president for the Senior year. He—Our big trouble in those days was to get enough money for graduation expenses. She—What did we do to overcome this difficulty? He—You don’t mean to tell me that you forgot about the Senior 4-2 dance? Why, that was the biggest event in the class history? She—The next thing the class did was to take a trip to New York. We had a wonderful time then, didn’t we? He (feels drowsy, closes his eyes, and leans back)—We surely did. She—Oh, how I wanted to keep on going that night. Didn’t we have an interesting day? He (drowsily)—Y—E—S. She—I can remember those pretty little art shops with the pretty beads and blouses in them—and those interesting tea rooms with the queerest names. She, hearing no response, stops her knitting and glances at her com- panion. “Well, I declare; he has fallen sound asleep!” M. A. KARP, Feb., ’22. Page Forty-three PROPHECY CLASS OF FEBRUARY, 1922 Time—1932 Place—Art Shop, Greenwich Village Characters—Molly Karp, Gladys Valerius, Walter Reasor VALERIUS—Can you remember back through the years, to the time when our class spent a night in this village ? Little did we realize that soon we would be opening a shop here. M. Karp—Yes, and can you remember how our dearly beloved sponsor, Miss Lane, upraided me for wanting to take up Carlson’s dare. If she could only see me now! G. Valerius—Speaking of Carlson reminds me of something. We have been invited to a dance at the “ Greenwich Inn,” which is jointly owned by Carlson and Pontier. Those two always did have a weakness for dancing. But here is what I wanted to tell you: Carlson is giving a series of solo dances. Some class to our little Cherub. His terpsichorean features are as famous as Irene Castle’s were. Carlson always was a still but deep fellow. M. Karp—Say Val, look through that window—quick! Doesn’t that fellow look familiar? Know who that is? That’s Walt. Reasor, the fellow who could not be convinced. Let’s call him in, he might know something about some of our old friends. Hey! Walter, come on in. Walt—Jiminy crickets! Am I dreaming or is this really Molly Karp? Well—if it don’t beat the Dutch and there’s Glad, over there. Hello— I never expected to see you two down here, but still we might have known something like this would result from that wild night spent at the “Samovar” in this village; but listen, gals, I’ve got the choicest morsel of news you don’t know about. Karp, Val.—Aw! Come on, Walt, let us in on it. Walt—All right. Here goes. Yesterday I met Mr. and Mrs. Sauer. Karp—Mr. and Mrs.? Say, are you kidding us or would you like to? Let’s have it, Walt. Who’s the Mrs.? Walt—She’s none other than our demure little Titian-haired friend “ Cat.” Val., Karp—What? Walt—Yes, Catherine Hilton. But that shouldn’t astonish you so. Think back to our New York trip, if you can, and try to recall how the wind was blowing then. Poor “Sweet” was as downhearted as could be until he could get next to Cat—but when he did—Oh. Don’t you re- member the look he gave me when I was walking with her? It was so cold it almost froze me to the floor. G. Valerius—Poor Cat, I guess she’ll be breaking different plates than photographer’s plates now'. Well, it’s all in a lifetime. By the way, Walt, what are you doing these days to busy yourself? Walt—Just look me over, girls. I’ve got a theatre on West 44th Street, “ The Casino.” I’m down here looking for types to put in the Page Forty-four chorus of my new musical comedy. I’ll want you two to come and see it. My invitation, remember. M. Karp—You always were good when it came to picking them out. Our bunch is surely stepping out. G. Valerius—Let’s see that newspaper, will you, Walt. (Soliloguy) Hm—Church notices. Wonder what the idea is of having the paper turned to this page. Well, if this doesn’t top all—Lend me your ears on this, friends. “Organ Recital—continuous 9 A. M. to 6 P. M.—by the talented organist, Miss Anna Bochen.” She used to play the organ at the church her father preached in—when we were still in school. Good for her. Walt—And do you remember anything about that other quiet girl who was in our class ? I see her quite often in the tubes. G. Valerius—You must mean Irene Kesse Yes, we see quite a good deal of her. Y’no she is now private secretary to Dean Madden, School of Commerce, N. Y. U. Karp—Pardon me, Val, I’m itching to know what’s in that letter. The handwriting’s familiar. Open it, will you? Val (opening letter)—I’ll bet this is from Mrs. Grammar. Walt, I still keep in track with my drawing teacher. Well, I’ll be--listen to this: “One of your classmates, ‘ Hermie Bonitz,’ was to school today and gave the boys’ gym class a little advice on ‘ Clean Athletics.’ Little Hermie—just think of it. But he’s a splendid fellow now and the fellows were surely glad to hear from the ‘Babe Ruth’ of this generation.” Karp—That’s great, but I don’t wonder he followed that line, for he was surely a crackerjack third baseman in our days at C. H. S. Walt—Yes, and there’s no cause for surprise at his fame now. He certainly was blessed with a strong will of his own, for many times have I offered him a cigarette, only to have it flatly refused. Now he is reaping the reward of his sustenance. But listen, Glad, I didn’t mean Kesse, when I spoke of that quiet girl. Don’t you remember that girl with the long curls? Wasn’t her name Conel or Conkling? Karp—He means Bibs, Glad. Sure, we see her occasionally. She found our place one day last week, when she was taking her English Class---- Walt—You don’t mean to say she’s a teacher? Karp—Yes, and as I was saying—through this village to get ma- terial for a vaudeville show they are giving. She teaches in Brooklyn, I think, and was telling us that John Dluhy had taken a larger apart- ment for his dental office and that Edwin Bancroft had retained the other for his optical work. Walt—Well, girls, I’ve surely enjoyed myself, but I must be hurry- ing along for the evening show. I’ll be in again soon. S’long. Page Forty-five THE CLASS WILL, FEBRUARY, 1922 E, THE CLASS OF 1922, in view of the fact that we are soon to leave forever our be- loved alma mater, do make and declare this to be our Last Will and Testament, as follows: First—To our principal and teachers, we express our gratitude for all they have done for us during our four years at Clifton High School. To the June Class of 1922, we bequeath our jovial spirit and our extraordinary sense of humor. Special Bequests We, the Class of 1922, desire to make special bequests to the in- dividual members of the June Class of 1922, who will most profit by them and hope that they will not take offence. Edwin Bancroft bequeaths his famous snicker to Anna Hilton, Lewis Erber, Richard Novak, and Peter Vasylinko. Herm Bonitz bequeaths his ability on the baseball diamond to the stellar athletes of the June Class, particularly to Alfred Kievitt, Howard Goellner, Allan Veldran, Bernard Fridsma and George Lichak. He hopes for a wonderful team next season. Anna Boshen bequeaths her naturalness of expression to be divided equally among Katherine Murphy, Marion Clough, Ella Berry, Katherine Van Cleve and Nathan Emery. Catherine Hilton bequeaths her calm, quiet manner and her tendency not to talk to Eleanor Sjoberg, Donald Collester, Edward Hollender, George Quinlan and Grant Brown. She takes pity on these contestants in the run of conversation. Elizabeth Conkling generously bequeaths those wonderful locks of hers to Milton Sutter and Florence Spencer. John Dluhy bequeaths his popularity among the girls to Russell Jackson, Werner Staub, Robert Ritchie and Edward Sett. John realizes the qualities in each and every one of you to necessarily be a heart breaker. Carlson bequeaths his wonderful peach-bloom coloring to Margaret Russell, Virginia Ruhe and Mildred McIntosh. Gladys Valerius bequeaths her coquettishness to Hannah Weiss and Page Forty-six hopes that her protege will soon make the much anticipated conquest of Joseph Fox. Glad thought the matter over carefully and made this provision after several visits to second period Stenography class. Molly Karp bequeaths her liveliness and her nerve to Marie Ben- nett, Martha Johnson, Eleanor Hanna and Mildred Webinga. Peter Pontier bequeaths to Swindells his famous “ in the middle,” so Joel need not worry about his hair in the future. Emil Sauer sorrowfully bequeaths his rose blush to James Healy and Michael Shershin. Walt Reasor bequeaths his wonderful smile to John Domyon and Robert Train. We hereby appoint our capable and esteemed sponsor, Miss Florence A. Lane, to be executrix of this, our Last Will and Testament. IN WITNESS WHEREOF, We have hereunto subscribed our names and affixed our seals, the sixteenth day of January in the year one thousand, nine hundred and twenty-two. THE FEBRUARY CLASS OF 1922. Subscribed by the February Class of 1922, the Testator named in the foregoing Will in the presence of each of us, and at the time of making such subscription the above instrument was declared by the said Testator to be the Last Will and Testament, and in the presence of each other, signed our names as witnesses thereto. FLORENCE A. LANE, residing in Paterson, H. BONITZ. Page Forty-seven Graduates Attention! What Is Your Next Step? Do You Realize— That these are days of high business standards ? Do You Realize— That employers are “weeding out” and that untrained ones go? Do You Realize— That NOW is the time for you to lay the foundation for a successful business career? Do You Realize— THAT DRAKE GRADUATES MEET ALL THE HIGH BUSINESS REQUIREMENTS AND ARE ABSOLUTELY SURE OF POSITIONS? Decide NOW—Interview Us. TRAINS THE Drake Business School MAN’S WAY Hobart Bank Building PASSAIC, N. J. Page Forty-eight A Busy Printing Office Doing Only the Better Grades of Printing for Particular People STATIONERY WITH MONOGRAM HENRY R. GOULD PRINTER 215 Passaic Avenue CLIFTON, N. J. PHONE PASSAIC 3909 Engraved Effect Cards, Invitations and Announcements a Specialty No Plates Required Bicycles and Sporting Goods, Kodaks and Brownie Cameras, Athletic Uniforms, Felt Letters, Banners and Pennants to Order Everything in Sporting Goods BARBAROW BROS. 897 MAIN AVENUE PASSAIC, N. J. Telephone 2794 Passaic Welding, Cutting, Springwork, Blacksmithing and Light Iron Work EUGENE T. SCHMIDT Agency for Rent Steel Rings, Gears for flywheels of all makes of cars Oxygen and Acetylene for Carbon Burning and Welding Authorized Dealers for Handly-Knight, Overland Willys Knight 373-375 LEXINGTON AVENUE CLIFTON, N. J. Phone Passaic 1733 and 585-J Please Use Our Pleasure H. KRAMER COMPANY —COAL AND FLOUR- CENTRAL AND EAST MADISON AVES. CLIFTON, N. J. Phone 3002 Passaic JEREMIAH P. QUINLAN -UNDERTAKER- 672 MAIN AVENUE CLIFTON, N. J. The Largest Furniture and Rug House in the State LOCKWOOD BROS. COMPANY Page Fifty 292 MAIN STREET PATERSON, N. J Skates and Shoes, Hockey Goods, Jerseys, Sweaters, Snow Shoes, Skiis and Toboggans, Patrick Mackinaw Coats and Good Warm Shaker Knit Sweaters Basketball, Football, Tennis and Golf Goods, Boxing Gloves and Striking Bags Iver-Johnson, Crown and Ranger Bicycles Oldtown Canoes Kodaks—Developing, Printing and Enlarging. Fishing Tackle, Rifles, Guns, Thermos, Waterman Fountain Pens, Ingersoll Watches, Safety Razors, Pocket Knives, Flash Lights, Velocipedes, Tricycles, Meccano Erector, Express Wagons, Toys, etc. Pogo Sticks, $3.00, $3.50, $4.00 C. B. VAUGHAN 173 MARKET STREET PATERSON, N. J. Everything in Sporting Goods The Jersey Law School Newark, N. J. A standard three year course leading to the de- gree of L. L. B., open to Graduates of Clifton High School. OPTIONAL PRE-LEGAL COLLEGE COURSES BEGIN SEPTEMBER, 1922 For catalog, address The Secretary, New Jersey Law School Newark, N. J. Page Fifty-one THE FIRST NATIONAL BANK OF CLIFTON Parker Avenue and Center Street Business Accounts Savings Accounts “The Bank with a Welcome” COMPLIMENTS OF CALLIGARO BROS. F. W. S. KILLEEN DELICATESSEN STORE Buy here and get your money’s worth 713 MAIN AVENUE CLIFTON, N. J. COMPLIMENTS OF AGNELLO BROTHERS TONSORIALISTS 226 DAYTON AVENUE CLIFTON, N. J. VAN RIPER CO. (Incorporated) PRESCRIPTION DRUGGISTS 605 MAIN AVENUE PASSAIC, N. J. Page Fifty-two The Theatre That Is the Pride of Passaic CAPITOL at Capitol Square, Passaic Photo Plays DeLuxe Capitol Grand Orchestra KASPER CHEREN, Director —STUDEBAKER— CLIFTON SALES CORPOPwATION 650 MAIN AVENUE CLIFTON, N. J. Page Fifty-three CLIFTON TRUST COMPANY CLIFTON, N. J. Resources over $2,750,000 Invites your account W. E. Hughey, President Geo. J. Schmidt, Vice-President Adrian Wentink, Jr., Treasurer Tel. Passaic 350 JOHN C. BARBOUR COUNSELLOR-AT-LAW COMPLIMENTS OF Harold Van Orden, Mgr. ATLANTIC PACIFIC TEA CO. 740-748 Main Ave., CLIFTON 721 Main Avenue CLIFTON THE CLIFTON TIMES Printers and Publishers 795 MAIN AVENUE : CLIFTON, N. ' Telephone Passaic 7 THORBURN ROBINSON REAL ESTATE AND INSURANCE Corner Main and Clifton Avenues CLIFTON, NEW JERSEY Page Fifty-four COMPLIMENTS OF Chief of Police WILLIAM J. COUGHLAN GOLDBYS MUSIC STORE Phonographs, Instruments, Strings, Sundries All the Latest Broadway Hits on Sheet Music, Rolls, Records Teacher of Violin, Mandolin, Guitar, Banjo and Saxophone 56 LEXINGTON AVENUE PASSAIC, N. J. Oppostie Rialto Theatre A. W I G G L I GROCER AND DELICATESSEN 188 DEMOTT AVENUE CLIFTON, N. J. Telephone Passaic 1925 Telephone Connection E. H. REMIG The International Heater Man Hobart Trust Building : : : : PASSAIC, N. J THE BERDAN FURNITURE CO. Passaic’s Leading Home Furnishers MAIN AVENUE and WASHINGTON PLACE PASSAIC, N. J. Page Fifty-five N. ENGEST —DELICATESSEN— Home Cooking and Groceries X 682 Main Avenue CLIFTON W. O. MENTNECH Everything for the Musician Tuning, Repairing Polishing Telephone 10-W 591 Main Avenue Passaic F. SCHWARTZ DRY GOODS Ladies’, Men’s and Children’s Furnishings 270 Parker Avenue Clifton, N. J. JOHN PERINI BUTCHER AND GROCER Phone Passaic 1936 We specialize in Pure Olive Oils for medical purooses. 275 Parker Avenue Clifton, N. J. Phone 2227-3 RUSSEL INSINNA BARBER 288 Parker Avenue Clifton, N. J. I Tel. Passaic 731 MAX RUT BLATT Passaic’s Leading Sports Goods Store We carry a full line of all Sporting: Goods and sell them at the lowest reasonable prices 881 MAIN AVE., PASSAIC, N. J. Full Line of Leather Goods COMPLIMENTS OF MR. G. J. SMITH Superintendent Phone Passaic 1642 Day or Night CLIFTON MOTOR CO. GARAGE P. TRAMONTIN, Prop. Auto Supplies and General Repairing Agent for Durant Cars Service Car Day or Night 511-513 Lexington Av. Clifton, X. J. COMPLIMENTS OF MISS HARDIFER Tel. 2513 Passaic CLIFTON SHEET METAL WORKS J. G. LARSON, Pres.-Treas. Clifton, New Jersey Office and Works 62-64-66 Madison Avenue Page Fifty-six Tel. Passaic 716 Prop.: J. M. Peter PETER’S DELICATESSEN Virginia Ham Clam Chowder Potato Salad HOME MADE SPECIALTIES and Cabbage Salad Fish Cakes Every Day Also French and Danish Pastry Fridays Received Daily from New York 205 MAIN AVENUE__________________________CLIFTON, N. J. Telephone your order to Passaic 2586 MINICK MEAT MARKET Best meat at lowest prices. Prompt delivery every day. 475 Clifton Avenue, Clifton, N. J. Telephone Connection Expert Repairing JOHN F. WETZEL BAGS, TRUNKS and SUITCASES 149-151 PATERSON STREET (Near Broadway) PATERSON, N. J. YELLOW PINE LUMBER COMPANY CLIFTON, NEW JERSEY COMPLIMENTS OF COMPLIMENTS OF THE QUIET FOUR DR. R. L. HESS C. H. S. ’24 Osteopath Page Fifty-seven COMPLIMENTS OF THE Phone Passaic 2390 TENINBAUM BAKING CO. Bakers of Real Rye Bread JAMES DIGIOVANNI SANITARY BARBER 199 Parker Ave. Passaic, N. J. Phone 2678 701 Main Ave. Clifton, N. J. Roberto Saviotti Prompt Delivery Every Day ITALIAN RESTAURANT Phone Passaic 1738-J 1 W V X T W i 11 M h 1 4 r� , m A Best Meals at Lowest Prices CHOICE MEAT MARKET N. Bakelaar 222 Dayton Ave. Clifton, N. J. 721 Main Ave. Clifton Tel. Passaic 2227-W Plumbing, Tinning, Pipe Fitting and Stove Repairing JOHN BELLI RUBIN FOX HARDWARE Plumbing and Heating Contractor House Furnishings, Paints and Glass 670 Main Ave. Clifton 286 PARKER AVE. CLIFTON Phone Passaic 1822 F. FRIEND JACOB MATLOOB —TAILOR— Ladies’, Men’s and Children’s Furnishings Long Standing Reputation Service and Quality Combined 236 Dayton Avenue Clifton, N. J. 51 Passaic Ave. Clifton, N. J. Tel. Passaic 2460 T. R. SPECIALTY SHOP MARTIN’S STUDIO Expert Photography. Frames Made to Order “Low Prices Our Motto” Dry Goods and House Furnishings 22 Lexington Ave. Passaic, N. J. 705 Main Ave. Clifton Page Fifty-eight 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 CLASS OF JUNE, 1924 Compliments of the CLASS OF FEBRUARY, 1925 Compliments of the CLASS OF JUNE, 1925 Compliments of the CLASS OF JUNE, 2 Year, 1922 Compliments of the CLASS OF JUNE, 2 Year, 1923 Page Fifty-nine Phone 1342 I Tel. Passaic 2050 CLIFTON PHARMACY J. E. McHenry, Ph.G. VAN BEVEREN SONS Dealers in GLASS, PAINT, OILS VAR- NISHES, WALLPAPERS and PAINTERS’ SUPPLIES 709 Main Ave., cor. Clifton Ave. 309 Clifton Ave. Clifton, N. J. COMPLIMENTS OF PUBLIC PRODUCE MARKET ARROW MARKET CAROLL BROS., Props. F’ancy Fruits and Vegetables 681 Main Avenue Phone 3820-W Bob Bob All Orders Delivered Promptly COMPLIMENTS OF Tel. 108-M Passaic D. Sullivan, Manager DR. JOSEPH CADOR JAMES BUTLER STORES —Surgeon Dentist— 699 Main Avenue Clifton 110 Parker Avenue, Clifton, N. J. COMPLIMENTS OF COMPLIMENTS OF A FRIEND LOUIS POLES Tel. 3763 Res. 3625-J — PASSAIC’S BIRD AND DOG STORE Jersey’s Leading Business of Its Kind Oscar Sparnmacker 79 Lexington Ave. Passaic, N. J. A. VOLLINGER GARAGE All Kinds Repairs, Oils, Greases, Gas, etc. Valley Road and Albion Place Page Sixty COMPLIMENTS OF WALTER F. NUTT. Telephone 2827 ERNEST HUBINGER —HARDWARE— Paints, Oils, Varnishes 715 MAIN AVE. CLIFTON D. L. W. BARBER COMPLIMENTS OF Russell W. Ecerson .369 Marshall Street Miss Alice Moore John Antijrani Miss Gladys Burt Miss Molly De Mattia Phone 2430-W Tel. 279 Passaic Established 1910 ENTIN’S DEPARTMENT ALEXANDER M. SMITH STORE Undertaker and Embalmer 719 MAIN AVE. CLIFTON 633 Main Ave., Clifton, N. J. North Jersey Consumers Co-Operative Supply Co. L. J. GOLDSTEIN Grocery, Delicatessen and Office and Salesrooms: 693 Main Avenue Clifton , HENRY BIETZ, Mgr. Confectionery 55 Barkley Avenue Clifton Phone Passaic 215 COMPLIMENTS OF A FRIEND ALBIN CONFECTIONERY AND NOTIONS MRS. F. SILL, Prop. Valley Road and Albion Place Page Sixty-one Compliments of ED. SCHNEIDER —RESTAURANT— CLIFTON AVE. CLIFTON Passaic 2236 AUGUST KERCHNER Ice Cream, Candies, Cigars, Groceries Clifton Avenue Athenia, N. J. ATHENIA BAKERY Clifton Avenue Athenia, N. J. COMPLIMENTS OF J. E. COREY Manager of Chas. M. Decker and Bros. Thrift Stores 704 Clifton Ave. Athenia, N. J. WHITE HOPPER Dealers in LEHIGH AND SCRANTON COAL Ploch Street near Marshall and 776 East 26th Street COMPLIMENTS OF C. BAKER Manager of NATIONAL GROCERY CO. 1 Viola Avenue Clifton, N. J. Phone Conn. MICHAEL POPERNIK Groceries and Delicatessen 96 Center Street Clifton Phone Conn. GEO. HERMANN First Class Groceries, Delicatessen Candy, Cigars, Stationery 208 Crooks Avenue Clifton A. HOROWITZ General Bookbinder 12 Academy St., Passaic, N. J. Old and New Books Rebound Ph6ne: Passaic-2208 Page Sixty-two HE Business Department of the Reflector Staff ex- i tends its hearty appreciation to the business ad- vertisers and other friends who have backed up our paper so generously. To Everson, of the 2-1 Class, who alone secured over sixty dollars worth of ads during the Ad contest, and to Cantor, of the 1-1 class, who ran a good se- cond in the race, special thanks are due. Everson won the first individual prize, $2, and Cantor the second, $1. These two contestants were so far in the lead that the first class prize, $2. went to the 2-1 Class, and the second, $1, to the 1-1 Class. We note with regret feeble effort on the part of the girls. 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