Clifton High School - Rotunda Yearbook (Clifton, NJ)

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“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

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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

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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