Clifton High School - Rotunda Yearbook (Clifton, NJ)

Text from Pages 1 - 56 of the 1923 volume:

| T H E REFLECTOR ! We furnish High-grade Wedding Invitations and Announcements A Printing Office devoted to the production of only the Better Qrades of Printing May we serve you ? HENRY R. GOULD PRINTER Clifton, New Jersey Office, 215 Passaic Avenue Telephone, Passaic 3909 To Our Advertisers—Thank you ...ONE-----!• ::_______________________ _ THE REFLECTOR The Engravings and Half Tone Illustrations in this issue of the “Reflector” were furnished by The Thomas H. Crosley Co. ELECTROTYPERS 17 Rose Street } J OW YOTrC Beckman 1761 FRANK D. BENNETT 99 Madison Avenue CLIFTON, N. J. Phone Passaic, 2718-7 The doors of Wisdom are never shut nrr PAGE THREE THE REFLECTOR |V Skates and Shoes, Hockey Goods, Jerseys, Sweaters, Snow Shoes, Skiis and Toboggans, Patrick Mackinaw Coats and Good Warm Shaker Knit Sweaters, Basketball, Baseball, Football, Tennis and Golf Goods, Boxing Gloves and Striking Bags • Uniforms a Specialty Iver Johnson, Crown and Ranger Bicycles Old Town Canoes Kodaks—Developing, Printing and Enlarging. Fishing Tackle, Rifles, Guns, Thermos, Waterman Fountain Pens Ingerscll Watches, Safety Razors, Pocket Knives, Erector, Express Wagons, Toys, etc. Pogo Sticks—$3.00, $3.50, $4.00 C. B. VAUGHAN Everything in Sporting Goods 173 Market Street, Paterson, N. J. Compliments of RICHFIELD HOTEL Z. Shadowski Love your enemies, for they tell you your faults � ■ ■■ ■ i ■ iMH .1 ! '■■ ' .i r :i '_______■ ■■ ■■ '________________________________________________________________________________________|i N |- THE REFLECTOR | COMPLIMENTS THE CAPITOL THEATRE PASSAIC, NEW JERSEY PORTABLE MACHINERY CO., Inc. MATERIAL HANDLING EQUIPMENT CLIFTON, N. J. Truth is the highest thing that man may keep 1:-,.- -.-;J- 5 •..: .•.. • ■'..'.[■I c $ c [' i I 11-1 THE REFLECTOR 1 ?f The Business Department of the Reflector Staff extends its hearty appreciation to the business people and other friends who backed up our paper so generously. To the 2-1 Class, whose members alone secured $135 in ads, we wish to give special thanks, and we hope that other classes will be inspired by their good work. The winners of the prizes in the ad contest are as follows: Solomon Entin..........First prize $5.00 Lewis Jacobs..........Second prize 3.00 Arthur Argauer.........Third prize 2.00 TO THE READERS OF THE “REFLECTOR”: As a member of the Senior Class 1 wish to take this opportunity to publicly thank the 4-1 girls for the aid they have so willingly forwarded to help make this issue of the Re- flector possible. An appeal was made to both the girls and the boys of the 4-1 class for additional funds and the girls responded instantly with a ten dollar ad, almost double the amount raised by the fellows. Here’s to the 4-1 girls! D. J. W., ’23. Boost the “Reflector’ PAGE SIX THE REFLECTOR 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 February, 1926 4 years 'orrnliments of the Class of February, 1926 2 years Compliments of the Class of June, 1926 4 years Compliments of the Class of June, 1926 2 years An ounce of success is worth a ton of excuses __________________:_______!_______PAGE SEVEN_______[• . THE REFLECTOR Compliments of H. R. L. (Rupe) J. Tuthill J. Angus WEST SIDE MARKET Prime Meats and Poultry 522' 2 Clifton Avenue Clifton, N. J. Compliments of JOHN STONE COMPLIMENTS OF A. E. H. (Art) Compliments of the Boys of Room 20 Compliments of A FRIEND Compliments of COMPLIMENTS OF A. B. P. (Pluggy) Tel. Passaic 716 PETER’S Delicatessen Known for QUALITY James Van Houten COMPLIMENTS OF M. V. B. (Milt.) Home Cooking a Specialty We roast chickens We deliver 713 Main Avenue Clifton, N. J. COMPLIMENTS OF The High School Orchestra COMPLIMENTS OF Compliments of w. s. c. (Wally) F. M. PORTER, Mgr. Atlantic Pacific Tea Company 721 Main Avenue Clifton, N. J. Dennison Service Dept. Van Auken, Stationer 63S Main Avenue Passaic, N. J. Boost the “Reflector” PAGE NINE THE REFLECTOR Mother—Poor Jummey is so unfortunate. Caller—How’s that? Mother—During the track meet he broke one of the best records they had in college. Compliments of DE MATTIA BROTHERS Work with your eye on the clock - result, misery. Work with on your work - result, happiness your eye r ' if A r ' PAGE TEN THE REFLECTOR To our Readers and Advertisers- How do you like the new size Reflector? It's Bigger and Better and Brighter than Ever The Reflector is the pride of the Senior Class and every effort is made to have each issue of interest to our readers and of value to our advertisers - to whom we take this oppon tunity of thanking for their generous support This is the largest Reflector yet, but- Look for the June Number! Reserve your adv. space now FACE eleven THE REFLECTOR THE REFLECTOR FEBRUARY, 1923. ISSUE Published twice a year, in February and in June, by the pupils of Clifton High School. REFLECTOR STAFF Managing Editor . . Assignment Editor , Magazine Editor ... Assistant Editor ... School News Editor Personals Editor .. Assistant Editor . . . Sporting Editor Assistant Editor . . . Staff Artist........ Staff Photographer . Exchange Editor . . EDITORIAL STAFF ............Jack Feldman ............Ruth Smith ............Donald Wellenkamp ............Adele Haiti nger ............Muriel Cook ............Marie Whowell ......-.....James Austin ............Charles Riley ............Maurice Karp ............Alfred Molin ............Margaret Thienes ............Wellington Cross Business Manager . . Assistant Manager . Advertising Manager Assistant Manager . Circulation Manager Assistant Manager . Auditor ............ BUSINESS STAFF ............Frank Barker ............William Richter ............Arthur Argaurer ............Manufl Cantor ............Madeleine De Mattia ............Anthony Jorlett ............Molly De Mattia TABLE OF CONTENTS Literature.....................................................page j j Editorials ................................................... Pape 19 Athlktics .....................................................pagC 21 School News ...................................................page 29 Alumni ........................................................page 31 Senior Section ................................................page 33 Reflections ................................................... 39 Watch Out for the June “Reflector” V — PAGE TWELVE THE REFLECTOR iiiiiiiiMiiiimiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimiiimiiiiiiiiiiiiiimimimmiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimiiiiiiimiiiiiiiiiiimiiiiiiimiiiiiiiiiiiimi | LITERATURE | iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiihiiiiiiiiT THE FRUITS OF THE FAVORITE AUNT CLARA was averse to dogs, strangers and social spongers, believing there were no such creatures as men, unless they honestly earned their own fortunes. My two cousins called her eccentric, and since they stood aloof, I was called upon to grace her whims and return her affection. One afternoon, she being critically ill, I was sent on an errand to her lawyer’s. Speeding down town in the roadster. I soon reached the main thoroughfare. The tall buildings loomed gigantic before me,—but there it was, the small, wizened office of Browne and Browne, wedged in among its colossal brethren. As I entered the door, there came to my nostrils the faint odor of rare, yet familiar perfume, but I was unable to identify it at the time. There was a flash of gold, the slamming of a drawer, as the older Mr. Browne shoved some- thing into a recess of the desk. Though I eyed him distrustfully, wondering at his sus- picious haste, I was completely won over by his affable cordiality. Yet his unctuous man- ner, as he suavely rubbed his sinewy hands together, irritated me. When we had ex- changed such general topics as the weather and the scarcity of coal, he began speaking of the subject of my errand. “Did your Aunt personally send you?” He seemed to eagerly await the answer. “No. As she has been ill with the grippe, no one but the attendant doctor and nurse, have been allowed in her room. Brocker, the nurse, gave the message to me.” “Oh, of course. But that will be no hind- rance in speaking of her will.” “Her will,” I echoed dazedly. “Yes. her will. I have here---------.” He didn’t finish his sentence, for the phone bell rang. “Hello 1” A moment of silence but for the indistinct sounds of the other party’s voice. “Yes,—yes. Well, that is too bad, Miss Brocker. I’ll tell her immediately. Good- bye.” I waited impatiently. Suddenly I espied a dainty white thing on the floor. The lawyer did not see me pick it up, nor did he smell the odor which issued from its wrinkled folds. “Your Aunt is very low, Miss Wenley. You are requested to return home at once.” I didn’t need any requesting. Simultane- ously I rushed out of the door into the waiting auto, leaving a gaping policeman in my wake. Upon reaching home, I climbed the steps by twos, meeting at the top a grave assemblage of servants. They may have criticized Aunt Clara while her health was good, but no one could doubt the sincerity of their tears when she was ill. I was summoned to the sick woman’s bed- side. She made a faint attempt to smile, and beckoned to me to approach her. She was hardly recognizable; the great eyes were sunken, her whole expression was ghastly. It was in those brief seconds that I discovered how much I loved her, and I gladly kissed the wan cheek. Summoning all possible strength, she said, “Barbara. Mr. Browne has been a very good friend in every troublesome strait, and I expect you to do all that he says. His orders are mine.” “But why, Aunt Clara?” She just patted my hand, smiling the while. Due to her phy- sical condition, her face was too colorless and drawn to be beautiful, but it bespoke a sub- limity, which I was incapable of understand- ing then. A gasping cough, and I bent over her. using soothing words. The nurse applied restoratives. But Aunt Clara had calmly passed into the sleep from which she would never awaken. About a week after the funeral proceed- ings I unwillingly found myself in Mr. Browne’s inner office. There in front of me were my two cousins, smiling, and nudging each other at intervals. On two arms were black bands which reminded me of the pomp- ous piece of ribbon on one of my own. Look- ing up, I beheld the two hypocrites grinning at themselves, grinning at me. grinning at the will that was being read, which announced favorable endowments to them. The attorney was now reading my name, but I listened with no interest, expecting the same legacy as the other two had received. It was with much surprise that I received a pendant which I had PAGE THIRTEEN THE REFLECTOR never seen or heard of before. A pendant, that was all. I didn’t care; to me it was just another display of my deceased Aunt’s pecu- liarities. But I was severely piqued at those two who grinned derisively at me as much as to say that they had reaped the fruits of the favorite, when they had been indifferent. I felt a chilly, metallic thing touch my hand. Instinctively I drew away in alarm, beholding the gift which I was to receive as an heir. It was thick and heavy, its only decoration being three criss-cross marks which resembled plain scratches; nevertheless I took it, dangling it in the air, sniffing it as I did so. Yes, that odor was unmistakable. Meanwhile Mr. Browne was ransacking his desk for some- thing,—I had a suspicion of what it was, but waited until he said. “I—I can’t find the hand- kerchief that it came in.” I laid his fears to rest by telling him that I had it and how 1 came to possess it. In answer I was told what had still been a question to me. Aunt Clara had personally delivered that packet several months ago. In the handkerchief was a note telling Mr. Browne to open the packet when it was expedient. Although he pretended ignorance he was fully aware of my aunt’s illness. Being impatient, I left them, and reached home by taking a trolley car. In my room I gazed long at the pendant but finally thrust it aside in fear, and peeked under the bed and in the closets. But there were no “boogeys” there; so 1 conjectured that it was the state of my mind that allowed such an idea to enter into it. Each day I tried to repel the wish to hold the locket in my hand and play with it. so it was with timerity that I finally forced myself to pick it from its corner, with a little more fear perhaps than when Eve plucked the apple from the Tree of Knowledge. As I looked for a time at the round hard thing, a sudden thought flitted across my mind. I pressed the three marks in order. Then I noticed that one seam was larger than the other two. I pressed the smallest one; next, the one which was a little larger; lastly, the biggest of the three. No result. I tried it vice versa. Click ! It sprang open with an audible snap. A thousand fires! A beautiful emerald, dazz- lingly bright, was embedded in the center. I gazed at the lovely object longingly, having the natural passion for jewels. A slip of paper dropped out. I read it eagerly. It ran thus: Dear Barrara : Hv this time I shall he finding peace and solace in another land than the earth, yet loving mystery I could not help leaving a little of it behind when I left. I thought that if I placed this gent in the jewel case, for that is what it was before it was remodeled, and if you were clever enough to figure out the scratches, the stone would be yours. If you have not contested the will. Mr. Browne will hand over to you a sum that will fit you for Jife. Lovingly, Your Aunt Clara. I am not ashamed of the tears that I shed over this note. It was so like Aunt Clara to give a false impression, then rectify it by some mysterious means. I have preserved the lette in a little book that she had given me before her death, and when I feel a bit high-flown or extravagant, I take it out and read it, com- ing through the ordeal of tears a better and happier girl, fully thankful to the One who made her possible. A . McLain, June ’24. HER HERO 1 In former days (so I’ve been told) A maiden in her dreams. Dreamed only of a knight or prince. Some one of rank, it seems. 2 He came upon a milk white steed, He did great deeds galore. Was bold and brave and handsome, too. This hero of days of yore. ’ 3 Our girlie still has rosy dreams. Wherein appears Prince Charming, But the contrast in the heroes,—ah. Ah. me 1 is quite alarming. 4 He comes not on a milk white steed. He’s not a duke or lord, He’s only a football hero (Perhaps he owns a Ford!) 5 In by gone days he fought his foe, His lady fair to win, And now he fights upon the fie'd. But for a mere pig skin. 6 He may not be so handsome, and He may be awfully fat, But if he’s on the football squad, Why, what cares she for that ? 7 It's nice to dream of kings and knights, But those dreams don’t come true, While dreams of football heroes bold, Ah, very often do 1 A. Beck—June ’23. PAGE FOURTEEN THE REFLECTOR A TALE ABOUT DOUGH In early times, the operations of the bar- ber were not confined as now to shaving, hair dressing, and making of wigs; but in- cluded the dressing of wounds, blood-letting, and other surgical operations. It seems that in all countries, the art of surgery and the art of shaving went hand in hand. Mr. Barentz was one of these barbers, daily visiting his customers, and performing what- ever was to be done. He was a small, stout, short-sighted man, filling his suit even better than his office. His hair, of red color, stood in stiff, bushy tufts about his ears, and his broad red bow gave his whole face the appear- ance of a framed-in pie with a large hill in the middle. To see him stride along on a winter morning, his shape about as spherical as the earth’s, one might easily mistake him for a snowball instead of our good old friend, were it not for the color of his face, hair and bow. Thus, he whom I have just described was traveling to one of his customers. His pot under one arm and other surgical instruments in the other, he was busily whistling to him- self until he finally knocked at the door of Mrs. X’s kitchen. The door was opened, and the lady of the house bade him enter into the room adjoining. Mr. Barentz, feeling that the pot under his arm was in his way, laid it on the kitchen table and did as he was asked. His mouth watered when he saw that the mistress was making dough; for at such times he was al- most sure to get at least one cookie. As he sat thus, the master of the house ar- rived, and everything having been prepared for the hair cut which he was to have Mr. Barentz looked hurriedly for his pot. Finally he caught a glimpse of it and without looking in it hurriedly put it over the head of his patient, for such was the old method of hair cutting. But lo 1 his patient’s head looked like a volcano that had just run over, only in place of the lava was dough—all dough 1 The poor patient made a desperate effort to cry for help, but every time he opened his mouth, the dough ran in. Soon after, Mrs. X appeared with great lament. “My dough 1” she cried, “My dough! You have spoiled it on my husband’s head.” With that she boxed Mr. Barentz on the ears saying, “Here’s your old pot and remember it.” The next minute Mr. Barentz was sitting outside on the stoop, his pot a broken mass beside him. He gazed astonished about him- self with the words, “Well, for the love of mud.” Thus all hopes for cookies were gone, and whether he went home again or whether he sits in the same place to this day, I leave for you to decide. J. Kirciihof, June ’24. THE MARKSBURG ' I ' HERE are all sorts of fortresses on the A Rhine in Germany. Some are large, some are small; some are high, some are low; some are entirely in ruins, some are well kept: some have been entirely rebuilt, while but one is in its original state. And that one, called Marks- hurg, is the one 1 am going to describe. It is visible from a great distance because of its location on a mountain. We had to do about fifteen minutes of climbing before reach- ing our destination. All along the road were benches so that we could rest occasionally. At the end of the road was a little restaurant where we waited for our turn to go thru the castle. As soon as the guide came we started out. He first called our attention to the fact that there was a moat to get over and three strong PAGE FIFTEEN THE REFLECTOR iron gates to break thru before the enemy could get into the main part of the structure. It was largely due to this construction that the Marksburg was never captured. As the foe passed thru each gate they were con- fronted with soldiers while pitch was poured down on them from above. If they had suc- ceeded in breaking their way thru the three gates, there would still have been a high tower into which the occupants could flee. The only access to it was a little window thirty feet above the ground. The walls of the whole fortress including the tower were from fifteen to eighteen feet thick. We were then shown the interior of the castle. The rooms were all identical in that they contained a small window and faded oil paintings which showed the artist’s fidelity and assiduousness. All of the rooms were more or less dark on account of the scarcely be- lievable thickness of the walls. The only arti- ficial light to be had was that of candles; con- sequently whatever reading or writing was done in those days was strenuous work for the eyes. Of all the rooms that we saw, the most in- teresting was one which contained a collection of armor used by the former knights. The suits were all arranged as well as possible and afforded an educating spectacle. With each outfit, swords, spears, and lances and the horse's protection were included. Noteworthy Is the fact that each outfit weighed at least sixty pounds. Some of the breast plates and helmets contained dents from sword slashes or spear blows. Another noteworthy chamber was the smithy. Crude, indeed, were the tools there; but they' served the purpose. The knights gave the smith instructions as to size and decorations. Then the brawny man went to the forge and with little more than a hammer set to work. In the smith)- cannon balls were a so made. Even in these early days powder was used to help along the crude bullets. As is to be expected, very few knights had can- nons to protect their homes. Then we came to the last and probably the most awful part of the castle, the dungeon. In order to reach this room, we had to pass over a narrow bridge which was originally merely a p’ank. The room contained nothing soee a!, but there was a hole in the floor about two feet square. It was thru this hole that the prisoners were let down for eternity. The only food that they received was dry and rotten. It was often unfit to feed to the dogs. No apportionments were made. At all times it was filthy and damp there. To make the conditions even less bearable the dead were not removed. Imagine being let down into an ebon, moss-covered compartment from which escape was practically impossible. No wonder the feminine members of our party were overcome with trepidation. Altho we greatly enjoyed the time we spent viewing this structure, we were just as glad to get out in the open air again. A. H., June '23. “TOOTS” Mother said that I might earn money for Christmas, so I thought it would be nice to care for someone’s baby after school. I an- answered this advertisement: “WANTED—A school girl to come after school to take “Toots” for air. Also help with her on Saturdays.” At first my people protested, for as my father said, “anyone who refers to her child as ‘Toots’ is suffering from brain softening.” but 1 was so filled with desire and curiosity that my father found out that the advertisers were respectable people and I was permitted to go. I entered a luxurious hall and a maid tele- phoned up to an apartment that a girl was below to care for “Toots.” A lady came down soon after. She was just like the leading lady in the play, you know, all pink and white, and I’m not sure but I think the pink could be washed off. “Just sit here a minute,” she indicated. She smiled and it was a pretty smile; but then I thought, “I'm glad I’m not “Toots.” I like my kind of mother better. She isn’t so sort of foolish.” “Are you kind ?” she asked. “Yes, I think I’m kind.” “Can you give baths carefully?” “Well, I can wash my niece so that she looks as shiny as new aluminum, and I don’t get soap in her eyes either, tho’ her own mother does sometimes.” “Oh, you’ll do nicely,” she said. “I’ll teach you myself all I want you to do, right now.” There followed a period of learning about different soaps—three, in fact—cotton for eyes, different kinds of towels, water tem- peratures, milk temperatures, and a million other things. “My, this must be a perfect baby,” I thought, “with so much care.” “Now I guess you want to see “Toots.” I know you’ll love her.” And 1 was ushered upstairs through rooms that I thought be- longed only to the “movies.” Finally we came PAGE SIXTEEN THE REFLECTOR to a blue and white nursery. As the lady walked over to a white enamel basket. 1 was frightened out of my nine years of growth, for “Toots” didn’t crow nor gurgle. She didn’t even cry. She barked! All this for a mere dog. J. V„ June ’26. THE SPEED VIXEN T EAN LA MAR showed her first signs J of speed at the age of three when she tumbled down two flights of stairs because the descent was quicker that way. At ten she could ride her bicycle at a fast pace. On her eighteenth birthday her father presented her with a big, powerful, racing car. With this she was an unusual speed demon. She had a huge, silver loving cup which she had “cop- ped” in a race from a field of professional drivers. But still she was dissatisfied. She wanted something with more speed and thrills. So it was on her twentieth birthday that she reminded her dad of the present he had promised her. “So you thought you had to remind me, did you?” questioned her father as he blew a cloud of bluish cigar smoke into the air. “No, Daddy, I knew you wouldn’t forget me but 1 thought perhaps you would forget what 1 wanted,” responded the little dark haired girl seated on the arm of his chair. No. To-morrow morning when my little Jean is twenty she shall see it.” “Oh, Daddy, you’re a dear.” And deep silence fell upon them. Mr. La Mar broke his thoughtful mood finally. “Jean,” he said, “if I give you what you want you will have to make a promise to me.” She looked at him with a puzzled counten- ance and nodded. “Promise me you will never do any fool- like tricks with it as you have been accustomed to in your car.” “Oh Daddy!” she exclaimed with a note of disappointment in her voice. “No. You’ll have to promise me. I’m sorry but I don’t want to lose my little girl.” Silence again interrupted their conversation, but not for long however. “Yes. 1 promise—I’m sorry,” she apolo- gized, “I didn’t mean to be so selfish to my good daddy.” “That’s a good girl. Now, when you’re ready to see it to-morrow morning call me and I'll take you down.” “All right. Good-night.” And she skipped off to bed like a happy child. The next morning, bright and early, Jean brought her father from his sound sleep to show the present to her. lie was still grum- bling a little because of his interrupted sleep when he climbed in the car beside his daugh- ter. “I can’t wait until I get there,” said Jean as the big car rolled forward. “Well, remember, not too fast. I’m with you,” he replied. She cast a teasing smile at him and said, “All right, Daddy, not over seventy.” He had ridden with her before and knew she would keep her word. He said nothing but braced his feet against the floor, pulled his cap further down on his head, and grasped the seat with both hands. And keep her word she did. The car had not gone a mile on the smooth, concrete road when it was doing fifty miles an hour. She glanced once at the crouched figure by her side, smiled, and in- creased her speed. In response the big car leaped forward and the speedometer stopped for a moment at sixty-five, then moved slowly on to sixty-seven—sixty-eight—sixty-nine, and remained there until they reached the city. When they stopped at their destination Jean turned to her father and said laughingly, “Well, Daddy, I didn’t even do seventy.” “No,” he replied, “but so near it that it wasn’t healthy.” As they entered the big office a tall, dark man greeted them. “Good morning, Mr. La Mar.” “Good morning.” “You have come to see about your order?” he questioned. The other nodded. “Well, it was delivered this morning. It ought to be at your home by now.” “Good. By the way, Jean, this is Mr. Doran who will instruct you.” She smiled and nodded her recognition. “Shall we start to-morrow or is that too soon?” questioned Doran. “Oh! We can’t begin too soon,” she re- plied. “Very well, to-morrow morning then.” When they reached the car she jumped in and exclaimed, “Hurry up. Daddy, I can’t wait until I get home.” “You can go ahead,” he replied, “I think I’ll take a taxi home because this time I sup- pose you won’t go any faster than the car can go.” She smiled. “All right, Daddy, I’ll have a taxi come get you.” And she sped away leav- ing him in a cloud of dust. She found a taxi and gave the driver the direction. PAGE SEVENTEEN THE REFLECTOR “How much can you do? she asked. “ 'Bout forty-seven, Miss. “Well, when you get out on the Post Road do forty-seven all the way.” And she handed him a bill. “Thanks, Miss,” he said with a broad smile on his face. “I’ll squeeze fifty out of ’er.” She urged her car to its utmost all the way. Such speed, by all the laws of nature, should have caused an accident, but the Fates seemed to be always with her. However, it was not long after when the taxi turned up the driveway and Jean ran out to meet it. The driver winked at her and smiled as he helped her father out. “Well, Daddy, it's here.” she exclaimed. He looked at her—his face a deathly white. “Yes. And so am I—just about.” “Why, what’s the matter?” “Oh nothing. Only I could have come home with you because this fellow is almost as bad as you are.” She laughed and they started for the big field at the rear of the house where a number of men were busily unpacking large crates. One morning about four months later the big aeroplane with Jean as its pilot slowly started to taxi across the field, gaining more speed as it went, and finally left the ground like a huge bird. It rose to a dizzy height, circled around a few times, and flew north- ward until it was but a tiny speck in the sky. “This is real speed,” said Jean to herself, meanwhile going about a hundred miles away. “I think I’ll climb a little higher.” as she slanted the nose of the plane upward. She had risen but a few hundred feet when the engine went dead and the plane fell like a wounded bird. She worked the controls frantically but to no avail. Suddenly she re- membered the parachute and prepared to jump. The plane gave a quick lurch and threw her far out into the air. She dropped swiftly. Such strange sensations came over her. Her body felt like a chunk of ice—her feet felt heavy—her stomach seemed to rise to her throat—her mouth became dry—the wind rushed past her so fast she could not breathe —her head whirled—she clutched the air for something to hold her up. Oh! would that parachute never open. Such swaying, such strange sensations, such torture. If some- thing would only stop that terrible descent. It seemed hours and hours when suddenly something jerked under her arms and almost stopped her in mid-air. Thank Heavens! the parachute had opened. Her descent was then more slow than before and she began to regain her senses. But still the strange feeling in her stomach and the tugging under her arms were there. Such torture. Where were her friendly Fates now ? Unexpectedly something seemed to fly up from the ground and grasp her. The swift descent was checked and the immense para- chute settled lightly over her. When she had untangled herself from this mass of ropes and canvas she found that her shock-absorber was an apple tree. A young farmer helped her from the tree. Upon learning what had happened and who she was he speedily got his machine out of the garage and before long was speeding her homeward. It was about dusk when the lad turned up the driveway to her home. Her father came rushing out to meet them, his face a ghastly white. “Jean—Jean—What’s wrong? What has happened ? Where have you been ?” She smiled a brave little smile, “The engine went dead and I fell, but I—.” “Jean, girl, are you hurt?” her father whispered hoarsely, but there was no reply. The young farmer had her in his arms and was taking her upstairs. The next morning with the sun shining strongly in her eyes she regained conscious- ness. A number of people were seated about the bed. The first she recognized was the kindly face of old Doctor Evans. From him she glanced at Mr. Doran who smiled pleas- antly. The next was the pale, drawn face of her father. She smiled sweetly at him and said, “Daddy, my car will be plently fast enough for me from now on.” William Mair, Feb. ’23. “Papa, what is an escutcheon ?” “Why?” “This story says there was a blot on his escutcheon.” “Oh. yes! An escutcheon is a light-colored vest. He has probably been carrying a foun- tain pen.” —Houston Post. Mischa Elman tells a story of his early youth. He was playing at a reception given by a Russian prince, and played Beethoven’s Kreutzer Sonata, which has several long and impressive rests in it. During one of these rests a motherly old lady leaned forward, pat- ted him on the shoulder, and said, “Play some- thing you know, dear.” —Argonaut. PAGE EIGHTEEN THE REFLECTOR iiiiniiiiiiiiiimimiiiiimimiiiiiiiiiiiiiimmmiiiiiiiiiiiimiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimimiimiiiiiiiiimmiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimiii | EDITORIALS | 1111 ■ 1111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111 ■ 111 ■ 111111 ] 111111! 111111 i 1111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111 ■ I iT We are pleased to present to you the ninth edition of the Reflector. We are conscious of its defects but we have tried our best to make this Reflector an interesting issue, and we sincerely hope that you will find it profit- able and enjoyable. We wish to extend our deep appreciation to the student body for its contributions; to the faculty for advice and aid; and to all others who have cooperated with us. We also hope that our advertisers will be pleased with the results of their ads and—“call again.” R. M. S„ '23. Long ago we decided that a new high school was needed, and in due process of time we shall evidently live to see this cherished pro- ject become more than a mere wraith. In fact, as the Gold Medal Flour Concern puts it. “Eventually, why not now ?” However, have no fear. I shall not venture into this much discussed or rather disgusted subject. But I wish to call your attention to the fact that the student body ought to make itself worthy of a new school or should exhibit some real live school spirit. Do 1 hear some one ask what I understand l y real school spirit? I should define it as a willingness, nay, eagerness, to show pride in one’s school; to participate in school activ- ities; to sacrifice all selfish motives for the benefit of the school. Some may ask whether this definition applies when there is nothing to he proud of or when there are no activities for which they are fitted. That is the very point I wish to speak about. This school is ours. It is, has been, and always will be what we make it. Clothes do not make the man, nor up-to-date buildings the ideal school. A school is what its students are. Don't knock the school but help elimin- ate its faults. An easy way of doing one’s bit is by getting interested in something about the school,—athletics, the Reflector, or the Radio Club. Organize Spanish Clubs, French C ubs. Dramatic and Debating Societies, anything that will liven up the place and make school worth while. Last, but not least, make a real effort to get good marks in academic work. We have gradually built up a reputation in athletics as a school where they make teams that fight hard and clean. Now show them that we possess the ability to dig in and study. Every study that is flunked is a set back to the reputation of the school. Whether Clifton High School shall stand forth as one of the leading schools in North New Jersey or step back into the abyss of second-raters rests upon our shoulders. Start the New Year right and show some real, live school spirit. Jack Feldman, ’23. “Aw, why should I take history and science this year? I’m going to wait until I’m a Senior.” Thus spoke the Freshman. “No, I’m not going to be bothered with biology this year. I have enough homework now. Seniors have it easy; I'll wait until then.” Thus spoke the Sophomore. “Well. I should say I’m not going to take both algebra and Spanish. I’ll take one of them next year.” Thus spoke the Junior. “1 guess I’ll need an extra long program card to put all my subjects on. 1 can’t get a 1 those things in seven periods. Oh, why didn’t I take those extra subjects when I had the time and opportunity. 1 haven’t nearly enough points.” Thus wailed the Senior. Moral—Don’t wait until you are a Senior to take the elective subjects y; u need for points. Rather take all the subjects you can before you enter your fourth year and you won’t have to depend entirely on vour Senior electives to pass you. R. M. S., ’23. “A nickel, please.” “Got change for a quarter?” “What are those? Marshmallows? I’ll take one.” “Got any peanuts? No? Are these figs? Well, then 1 don’t want any.” Fellow students, don’t you admit yourse'ves to be quite familiar with these well worn say- ings? Haven’t you heard them daily in the library? Do you appreciate the fact that PAGE NINETEEN THE REFLECTOR every day since school opened the same girls have stood behind these counters? These girls have given up their lunch period to wait on YOU. They’re always therewith a smile and quick service. Give them the courtesy due them and realize that they get no compensation but the pleasure of knowing that they are contributing their services to one of the school’s most useful activities. M. Adele Haitinger. To the Editor of the Reflector: One often hears of Clifton’s wonderful record of clean sportsmanship, of its skilful players, of its perseverance in the face of de- feat, of its bulldog tactics when the game is lost. This praise has always been handed to. the boys. But how about the. girls? Don’t they deserve a little of it? Look at the push and help they gave to enable Clifton to be- come the first possessor of the silver cup dur- ing the interscholastic meet at the Paterson Armory. The boost they gave their Alma Mater came in the form of 29 points, 29 points! Don't you call that pretty good ? I think it is about time we give our girls a little praise. Otto Fischer. • • ____L__L. . . . To the Editor of the Reflector; Last night’s sport sheet gave the list of winners of girls’ basket ball teams of the dif- ferent high schools. Clifton was not’ repre- sented. The boys have teams for almost everything imaginable. They think we are unable to do such things but iwe brought out their weak spots at the armory, when we helped to bring home the cup. There are several good players and I’m sure each class is able to have a good first and second team. Come on, girls! Speak to Miss Musson about it and we’ll soon start something. Maidie Green. To the Editor of the Reflector: Dear Sir: “Why not a Dramatic Club at Clifton High School ?” is a familiar question in the class rooms and corridors. And why not, indeed ? Expense for a coach ? Not at all; our own capable English teach- ers would do perfectly well if the pupils would respond—and respond they would. Result? Better times, beter English, better school standard. F. W. Kievit, ’23. To the Editor of the Reflector: ■ ' : ’ As a member of the 4-2 Class I wish to extend most sincere thanks and appreciation ; to those of your readers who helped make : “Springtime” a success. , Ouj- appreciation is • also extended to the members of the faculty whose kind suggestions and willing attendance helped toward our big. success. _ j To Miss Sharp% we are deeply grateful, because it was really she who provided a means whereby we, could secure the necessary funds for our trip to Washington. . Lydia M. Brunt, ’23. To the Editor of the Reflector: As a student of the present American Democracy Class, 1 would like to piake at j appeal regarding the use of library books fpr. reference work in that subject. Our library is growing rapidly, but at [ires- ‘ ent we have not obtained a sufficient number of books on social problems to furnish every; student with an individual text; therefore there must be some ruling regarding the use of; reference books. As I understand it, no one is permitted to keep a book that has been - placed on the reserve shelf out of the library during any period of the day—excepting with special permission, and then the book must be- signed for. ' Our class is large,'land the coming- classes' are exacted to be larger. Very often,.th tc. is only one book on a subject that the who'ei class is held responsible for. How will the rest of the class get their work done if the book is missing? Where will they find the guilty party if the book has not been signed up? What will be the result? Who will be held responsible? Who should be held re-i sponsible? ,n Remember—there are' more people than one in a Democracy Class that are required to gel 2 points in that subject in order to- ofetariv a high school diploma. Clara Breeman; '23. ; •• r -.q d THE RIGHT KIND , . .7 i h • Give me the fellow who plays the game square. And the fellow who isn’t afraid. i: a Give me the one who with wrath wilDdeelare When he sees a foul play has been made. The fellow who’ll boost you when you're out1 of luck, t .. And will give you a helping hand on. i The fellow with courage, with zeal,-and with pluck, ‘ . Who Will cheer up life’s hike with a SongT 1 D. J. W„ June ’23.' V PAGE TWENTY THE REFLECTOR Does history repeat itself? We’ll say it floes. For, once again our football team has kept its slate clean. Mr. Nutt, our indefatigable principal, was largely responsible for the success of the team representing his school. He was regarded by the team as one of the players, for he was with them at every game, and always saw to it that his boys received a square deal. When he told his boys to play clean at all costs, they did, or died trying, as was shown at the Orange game. Coach Hurlburt worked incessantly on the material he had at the start of the season and moulded it into a strong, smooth running ma- chine deserving of the name by which it was often called during the season—“Ilurlburt’s Gridders.” CLIFTON VS. Score CHS Opp. Southside at Newark ...................... 19 12 Irvington at Irvington ................... 18 7 Newman Prep, at Clifton .................. 20 0 Hempstead, L. I., at Clifton.............. 63 0 Alumni at Clifton ........................ 51 0 Union Hill at Clifton...................... 9 0 Paterson at Clifton ...................... 26 0 New Brunswick at New Brunswick............ 21 2 Orange at Orange ......................... 12 13 Norwood, Mass., at Clifton................ 13 10 • No. Game. Totals 252 44 A TOAST TO THE FOOTBALL TEAM Here’s to the wonderful football team of C. H. S.: Who beat them all. Made Norwood cry. It’s not what you were Nor what you are, but What you’re going to be, The State of New Jersey High School Champs of 1923. A. de L. PAGE TWENTY-ONE SOUTH SIDE NEWMAN PREP THE REFLECTOR Saturday, September 30th, the Clifton foot- ball team, accompanied by a strong squad of rooters, travelled to The City Field, Newark, and defeated the Southside aggregation to the tune of 19-12 in one of the best games played on that field. Our first score of the season was made by “Art” Argauer, who received a forward pass and raced fifty yards for a touchdown. In the second period Vine. Chimenti intercepted a forward and tore sixty yards for the second score of the game. “Rummy” Bednarcik dis- played a wonderful exhibition of open field running which was a deciding factor in the victory. At one time he raced sixty-five yards but was downed ten yards from the goal line. Another who deserved praise was Weber; his work on the defensive at half-back was great. Our boys emerged free from injuries and confident of a straight row of victories for another season. CLIFTON THE LINE-UPS SOUTH SIDE Argauer Left End Green Left Tackle .. Breidcnhach Hardt Left Guard Ziegler Center Wasdyke Right Guard De Lorenzo .... Right Tackle Riley Right End Bednarcik Quarterback Weber I-oft Halfback Quinlan Right Halfback Chimenti Score by periods Fullback Clifton ..........12 0 7 0—19 South Side ..... 0 12 0 0-L12 Touchdowns—Argauer, 2; Chimenti. Schwartz and Pappas. Goals from touchdown—Bednarcik. IRVINGTON On October 6th, the team and, as usual, a large crowd of supporters, travelled to Irv- ington and defeated that machine 18-7. In this game our famous leader George Quinlan displayed his ability in line plunder- ing, tearing through Irvington’s line for gains at will. Every man on the squad played well and showed his ability in this game. On November 14th, the Newman Prep eleven visited the Clifton High School grid- iron for our first home game of the season. The line’s defensive work was the outstand- ing feature of the game. Riley, De Lorenzo, Plog, Ziegler, Le Grande, Weber and Feld- man composed the stonewall defense. The game ended in a decisive victory for the Ma- roon and Gray. 20-0. CLIFTON THE LINE-UPS NEWMAN PREP. Riley Left End Weber Left Tackle Plog Left Guard Ziegler Center Le Grande Right Guard De Lorenzo .... Right Tac :!e Feldman Right End Bednarcik Quarterback Argauer I-eft Halfback Quinlan Right Halfback .. G. Guardini Chimenti Score by periods Fullback Rowland Clifton 6 7 7 0—20 Newman 0 0 0 HEMPSTEAD 0— 0 On Saturday, October 21st, the Hempstead gridders visited our field for Clifton’s fourth game. The feature of this game was the Maroon and Gray’s aerial attack. “Ching” Riley showed his ability in picking the pig- skin from midair at all angles and running for long gains. The line displayed its usua' de- fense and the backfield its wonderful aggres- siveness. CLIFTON THE LINE-UPS HEMPSTEAD Riley Weber Left End Plog Left Tackle Ziegler Left Guard Le Grande .. Center De Lorenzo .. Right Guard Constantin ... Right Tackle Right End PAGE TWENTY-TWO PAGE TWENTY-THREE FOOTBALL SOI AD. 1922 bednarcik ............................... Eaton Quarterback Quinlan ................................ Zieler Left Halfback Argauer ............................... Kennedy Right Halfback Chimcnti .............................. Driggio Fullback Score by periods: Clifton ........18 12 20 13—63 Hempstead ...... 0 0 0 0— 0 ALUMNI On Saturday afternoon. October 28th, our undefeated team met the graduates and troun- ced them to the tune of 51-0. Not once dur- ing the game did the dying fighters let up. “Mit” Sutter, star quarterback of last year’s eleven, played with the same dash and vigor which always marked his playing. Clifton s defense was excellent. Play after play was nipped in the bud by Dutch Weber and “Phil” De Lorenzo. In the second half “Bill” Gras and Doug. Masten displayed some great football but failed to score on their plunges. CLIFTON Riley Weber Plog Ziegler Le Grande THE LINE-UPS ALUMNI Fisher Left End Hollander Left Tackle Lotz Left Guard Center Right Guard Feldman Right Tackle Staudt Bednarcik Right End Sutter Argauer Quarterback Mastin Quinlan Left Halfback Kissler Chimcnti Right Halfback Fullback Score bv periods: Clifton High ....19 12 7 13—51 Alumni 0 0 0 0— 0 Boost the “Reflector” THE REFLECTOR UNION IIILL On Saturday, November 4th, the Union Hill eleven succumbed to the Maroon and Gray at Doherty’s Oval. In this game Vine Chimenti showed what he could do for his Alma Mater. His playing, even though he was injured, marked an indomitable spirit to stick and fight with his teammates, regardless of all handi- caps. “Rummy” Bednarcik’s pretty drop kick was responsible for three of the nine points. Vine’s touchdown accounted for the other six. CLIFTON THE LINE-UPS UNION HILL Riley Left End Weber Plog Left Tackle Ziegler Left Guard Le Grande ... Center De I orenzo .. Right Guard Koch Nicolls Right Tackle Bednarcik Right End Quinlan Quarterback Argauer Left Halfback Brengel (Capt.) Chimenti Right Halfback Fullback Score by periods: Clifton 3 6 0 0- 9 Union Hill 0 0 0 0— 0 PATERSON On Saturday. November 11th, the unde- feated Clifton eleven celebrated the Armistice holiday in real style by defeating the strong Paterson High School aggregation by the score of 26-0. In this game Paterson never had a chance, the Clifton warriors playing as they never did before. The whole Clifton team played together, but “Billie” Ziegler’s work stood out most prominently. Ziegler made big holes in the line, at will, for the backfield men to go through; his tackling was deadly and clean. In all the games this season our center played wonderful football and was a big link in our chain of defense but his best showing was made in this Paterson game. Ziegler rightly deserves the honor of captain for next year. “Rummy” Bednarcik also played well, showing some wonderful broken field running. But in this Paterson game, the Clifton line showed its real strength, Weber, Plog and Le Grande starring on the defensive, and Riley, Feldman and De Lorenzo on the offensive. In all, the whole team played won- derful football. For Paterson, Ward was the only real star. This dark-complexioned boy surely can play football. CLIFTON Riley THE LINE-UPS PATERSON Weber Left End Plog Left Tackle Ziegler Left Guard Lordell Le Grande Center De Lorenzo Right Guard Feldman Right Tackle Bednarcik Right End Quinlan (Capt.) Quarterback Argauer Left Halfback Ward Chimenti Right Halfback Score by periods Clifton Fullback 14 6 0 6—26 , Paterson 0 0 0 0— 0 NEW BRUNSWICK On Friday, November 17th, the still un- defeated gridders added another victory to their list when they travelled to New Bruns- wick and trimmed the New Brunswick Crew with the score 21-2. Capt. Quinlan, Chimenti, Ziegler and Bednarcik starred in this contest. The line played wonderful football on both the offensive and defensive. New Bruns- wick’s only score was secured on a towhback. THE LINE-UPS CLIFTON NEW BRUNSWICK Nicolls ................................. Welsh Left End Weber .................................. Levine Left Tackle Plog ........................................ Reid Left Guard Zeigler ................................... Lathem Center Lc Grand ................................. Yorstan Right Guard De Lorenzo ............................... Scargle Right Tackle Riley .................................... Stalker Right End Quinlan (Capt.) .. ........................ Guynne I.eft Halfback Argauer (Act. Ca t ) ..................Van Dursen Right Halfback Bednarcik ................................. Morris Quarterback Chimenti .................................. Kuhn Fullback Score by periods: Clifton .......... 7 7 0 7—21 New Brunswick. 0 2 0 0— 2 PAGE TWENTY-FOUR ORANGE THE LINE-UPS THE REFLECTOR With our usual large number of rooters and all the players on the squad confident of win- ning, we journeyed to Orange on the 24th of November. This game was the only contest on our schedule that was not handled in a competent manner, resulting in Clifton’s being defeated by tbe score of 12 to 13. “Art” Argauer made a pretty run of 80 yards for a touchdown but the referee called it an illegal play, saying the team was offside. The Clif- ton line played an excellent game. Too much glory cannot be heaped upon Bill Ziegler, Plog, Weber, Le Grand, Riley, and Nicolls. CLIFTON THE LINE-UPS ORANGE Riley Left End De Lorenzo .... Left Tackle Le Grand Left Guard Zeigler Center Blog Right Guard Welter Right Tackle . De Vencentis Coan Right End Bednarcik Quarterback Quinlan (Capt.) Left Halfback Argauer Right Halfback Chimenti Fullback NORWOOD ()n Saturday afternoon, December 2nd, ap- proximately 5.000 fans came from all parts of the state, to see the Clifton High School eleven defeat the football team representing Nor- wood High School of Norwood, Mass., by the score of 13-10. The game was so close throughout that the result was in doubt until the final whistle. It was the hardest game that any Clifton eleven has ever played. Norwood was supported wonderfully by 400 rooters who travelled from Massachusetts to Clifton with the team. The playing of Clifton’s line featured the game although both teams’ back- field played stellar football. Argauer and Bednarcik were the stars of the Clifton back- field, while Hammersley was the best man on Norwood's team. Others who starred were Dower and Foren of Norwood and Riley, Weber, Coan, who took Vine. Chimenti’s place at fullback. Capt. Quinlau and De Lorenzo of Clifton. THE LINE-UPS CLIFTON Riley NORWOOD De Lorenzo Left End Le Grand Left Tackle Ziegler Left Guard Plog Center Weber Right Guard Nicolls Right Tackle Bednarcik Right End Quinlan Quarterback Argauer Left Halfback Coan Right Half track .Foren (Capt.) Score by periods: Norwood Fullback H. S... 3 0 7 0—10 Clifton H, . S 0 13 0 0—13 Thus Clifton ended its long and hard fought 1922 football season. Since the Orange de- feat was thrown out by the State Athletic Board, we for the second successive year finished the season undefeated. Clifton was considered by many sport writers to be as strong as either of the two contenders for the state championship, but the State Athletic Board failed to recognize this. We set aside this space to congratulate Rutherford High School on winning the state football championship for the second consecu- tive year. Every member of the team and every pupil of Clifton High School gladly for- wards this congratulation. Finally, and most important of all, we grate- fully thank the Citizens’ Committee for the good time they gave the members of the foot- ball squad. On December 12th this Commit- tee gave the team a dinner at the Hotel Mc- Alpin in New York City, at which the letter men received their letters and rewards, and in the evening the team witnessed the Hippo- drome performance. The following were the members who re- ceived gold footballs and letters: Captain George Quinlan Phillip De Lorenzo Arthur Argauer Raymond Bednarcik Vincent Chimenti William Ziegler Charles Riley Ernest Weber lack Feldman Arthur Plog Rupert Le Grand Ambrose Wasdyke Arthur Ilardt John Reid Robert Coan James Nicholls Boost the “Reflector” Please Patronize Our Advertisers PAGE TWENTY-FIVE THE REFLECTOR Crosi Qawi trsj Tc«.m rwa.k s o. vin it’.s m 4AC | K m ca K(f'«� Hv +TcacV «r3 of CH.%. a wtU 4 + « Ooe«ni'’6� nc« We V)eta« £ -H « 1925 A i5 V « t ■froTb 11 K na er. W K£ OP 5KOLE SPIRIT) yiat on Slayii a 4 Ttk Tc+roskv cV rUft i too'V H g vo r 'co nr e i +r« i +0 £.rtowbcr ,«94 f %vV)«V' M4� a «r| i) . - a cj ' jHa)TW, v K e M girl ' Wr«st«4 0} WiY a.«ft A« «vfaX sVUr ts! TH« Norwood (Ma s. Foot ball CWfcttfS) $• Sr n 4Ke neokj. JO'JT HOE- IRv.ii TdN r £p HtMWTRAO AUtMUll urivovn hiu. TWttRSOM (£«!) BR NS K HOIQA OOO wWf w Track Tc yv moc«i rf ttrtd av -t«ok 0o? l oi oo4 ctr «•( -Wit JiWer TW5 eViOCNCtj C.H.-fc £ROOt_b i TT£M ■ CRa at HOT W° P- FLECTION � O ICTUR65 Please Patronize Our Advertisers To Our Advertisers—Thank you Watch Out for the June “Reflector” Boost the “Reflector” PAGE TWENTY-SIX THE REFLECTOR THE CROSS COUNTRY TEAM, 1922 The Cross Country Team is composed of the following members: Allen (Captain) Donkersloot Douglas Vanicek Surgent Fisher Menegus In introducing the Cross Country Team, Clifton High has entered into an entirely new branch of athletics. These harriers did very well, taking into consideration that this was their first year in this particular sport and also that all the members were inexperienced and several of them Freshmen. With spirit like theirs we believe that in a few years to come, or perhaps next year, the Cross Country Team of Clifton High School will be known throughout the entire state of New Jersey. Much credit should be given to Captain Allen, and to Douglas and Surgent. Captain Allen was low scorer, with Douglas and Sar- gent a close second and third. THE CUP The track team has certainly made a re- markable start for this year. The cup was won by the Clifton team at the first meet of a series of eight to be held at the Paterson Armory. Out of five or six schools contest- ing, Clifton won by a margin of 15 points. This was largely due to the strenuous efforts of the girls. The high expectations of the Patersonians led them to believe that they won the honors to such an extent that they carried off the cup too soon. Because Miss Musson insisted that the cup be delivered into our hands before leaving, we accepted the in- vitation of Doctor Burnett to accompany him in his car to get the treasured article so kindly donated by the Wadsworth and Daz Co., for the purpose of better combined sports for high schools. Remember, Cliftonites, the cup is ours as long as we can succeed in defeating the con- PAGE TWENTY-SEVEN THE REFLECTOR testants of other schools. Let’s hope the girls will keep up the good work. The scores of the first meet were as fol- lows : Clifton Paterson 59 “ Passaic 34 “ Rutherford ... 20 “ St. John’s Parochial 5 “ Wm. C. Klein, Jr., Manager of '23 Track Team. The record of the team is as follows: Passaic 17 Clifton 37 East Side 19 Clifton 24 At Van Cortland Park. N. Y., Clifton look thirtieth place out of about 50 starters. At Hackensack, Clifton took fifth place out of 8 starters. At the Paterson Armory, some of the mem- bers of the Cross Country Team helped Clif- ton win the Cup. Allen won one of the 60 yd. runs and received 3 points in the 880 yd. run. Douglas received one point in the 880 yd. run. Team with lowest score wins. M. F. Karp, ’24. PAGE TWENTY-EIGHT THE REFLECTOR IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIHIIIllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll | SCHOOL NEWS | ii 1111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111M11111111111111111111111111111111 ii 1111 ii 111 ii1111111 ii 111111n 1111111111111111 iT SENIOR 4-2 On the evenings of December 16 and 17 the 4-2 class presented a three-act play en- titled “Springtime.” We take pride in say- ing that this event was one of the best of its kind ever held in Clifton. The proceeds reached a total of almost $800. The play was given under the direction of the Rogers Pro- ducing Company, and much credit is due Miss Bush, who proved to be an excellent director. PROGRAM OF “SPRINGTIME” STORY OF THE PLAY “Springtime” deals with a blighted romance of a scion of 1863 aristocracy and the daughter of the founder of Brewster’s pills. Again in the second generation, their children, also lovers, are frustrated in their attempts to marry and it is not until 1922, and the time for the third act, that the grandchildren of the first lovers culminate the postponed love. The time involved in the story covers a period of fifty years. CAST OF CHARACTERS J' St Act I—Scene I An old garden near New York. It is May, 1922. Priscilla Dean’s friends are celebrating her twentieth birthday with a Mardi Gras party. Society Girls Elvira Eastman, a social butterfly.........Ruth M. Smith Deseree ......................................Muriel Cook oyee ...................................Adele Haitinger Sue ......................................Beatrice Kuppcr M rs. Elkins, of another generation...Madclcnc L)e Mattia Act 1—Scene II The same garden in May, 1888 James Brewster, founder of the famous “Pills,” Lewis Richmond Thankful Standish, his sister.............Mildred VVebinga Priscilla Brewster, his daughter..........Hermina Skvarla Primrose Standish, daughter of Thankful.... Lydia M. Brunt Tom Higgins, of Boston......................Ernest Nemeth Jack VVainwright, a young inventor...........Charles Riley Bobby Brewster, a lion with the ladies...........Wm, Mair Elvira Judd, a young widow.....................Ruth Smith Abigale Tompkins .............................Rita Connors Act II Scene I—Same as Act I. Scene I Scene II—Same Garden, May, 1888 Little Priscilla, daugh,cr of Priscilla Brewster, Loretta B. Brunt .......................................Betty Volger Daisy who stutters...........................Adeline Mair Master Jack, son of wizard Jack............Stanley Watson Mrs. Jack VVainwright, formerly Primrose..Lydia M. Brunt Mrs. Elvira Riggs..........................Rmh M. Smith Bobby Brewster ..................................Wm. Mair Zenobia, his wife ......................Frances Shelkowitz Act III Scene I—Same as Scene I, Act I Priscilla Dean, granddaughter of Priscilla Brewster, Hermina Skvarla Dr. Jack VVainwright..............Charles E. Riley Bobby Brewster ..............................Wm. Mair Phil, engaged to Deseree........Lawrence Dc Mattia George ...........................Milton Yearance Parsons, Bobby’s man .....................Robert Coan With the success of “Springtime” still in the minds of the 4-2’s, the remainder of the term we worked with much enthusiasm. Sta- tionery and Christmas cards were sold from which we realized a good profit. Soon we were able to count the days until we should start for Washington. All arrangements were made, and on Janu- ary 4, bright and early, we took the bus to Newark. It was a beautiful morning and it was quite an easy task to be happy. Reach- ing Newark we took a B. O. train for Wash- ington. Having already received a reputation for “noise” from most of the faculty members, it was useless to try to be quiet now; and so with a ukelele and much song and laughter we finally reached Philadelphia. Here the car was side-tracked and we toured the city for two hours. We returned to the train and ar- rived at Washington at 4:40. Buses met us at the station and we were taken to the Cairo Hotel. After dinner we visited the Congres- sional Library. On the following day we visited the Capitol, White House, Bureau of Printing and En- graving. the Pan American Building and the Lincoln Memorial. It was certainly an event- ful day. In the evening the class went to Schubert’s Theatre and returned home about eleven. At nine o’clock on Saturday morning we left for Mt. Vernon. One could write pages and pages about the beauty of this place. We returned home about one o’clock. After lunch some pupils visited the Wash- ington monument while others stayed at the hotel and rested for the return trip. Oh! who can speak of the sadness that descended upon the group as we left the Cairo. Yet we were all glad to reach Clifton and bid adieu to the rest of our great big family. PAGE TWENTY-NINE THE REFLECTOR The class is very grateful to Miss Sharp and Mr. Nutt, who by their earnest endeavors, made possible this long hoped for trip. Lydia M. Brunt. SENIOR 4-1 The 4-1 class has emerged from a rather uneventful but, nevertheless, interesting sea- son. There was no important social event held during the past few months and the only accomplishment worthy of mention was the “Movie” Entertainment which was given at the Acme Theatre on the morning of Satur- day, December 16. The lucky spectators who crowded the hall were allowed to feast their eyes on a feature called “The Heart of Mary- land.” The youngsters present went into ecstasies over the showing of a comedy en- titled “Pure and Simple.” A Thanksgiving dance was held on the afternoon preceding that day of turkey and cranberry sauce, and a large number enjoyed the affair. The usual run of buzzing class-meetings • have been held, during which plans were put forth and discussed by the class members. The results of these expectations will be ready for publication in the June issue of the Re- flector. D. J. W. JUNIOR 3-2 From a financial viewpoint, our Junior year has been a huge success. On November 9, we held our first “hot dog” sa'e. This proved to be our starter. Our big event of the year was the Bazaar, held on the evenings of De- cember 5 and 6. The booths were gorgeously decorated in our class colors, blue and gold. Our most important social function so far, the Junior Prom, was held on the evening of January 12, 1923 in St. Peter’s Hall. The Hall was attractively decorated with our class colors, ferns, and our school pennant. Music was furnished by the Meadowbrook Orches- tra. We feel quite proud of our accomplish- ments this term. Helen Bruyere. FRESHMAN 1-2 The class of February, 1926, held its first class meeting in September, when it was divided into two sections. The two-year com- mercial section elected John Musgrave as president while the four-year section retained William Klein. The 1-2 four-year section held a very suc- cessful Columbus Day dance, and sold hot dogs the three days of the November exam- inations. JUNIOR 3-1 Yes. yes, it’s true that we of the Junior 3-1 Class had but one social affair—a dance, during the past year. flow’d we make out? Well, just between you and me, it was the greatest success of the season next to “Spring- time” last fall. (Of course you all remember that pretty chorus?) Besides the Prom, which will come some- time in May, the 3-1 Class is deciding whether to have another dance or a play. In either case, we are hopeful that another hit will be scored. Helen Dixon. SOPHOMORE 2-2 A musicale and dance was given by the Sophomores 2-2 on January 16, 1923. Vari- ous members of the class, including Alice Hornby, Eugene Kuzmick, Nathan Slavitt and William Kupper entertained with piano and violin solos, and Marion Mention read a short story, “An Elopement.” Dancing and refresh- ments were enjoyed by all. The music was furnished by the Zoo Zoo Orchestra. The members comprising the committee were Adelyn Minder, Helen Werner and Margaret Thienis. Margaret Thienis. SOPHOMORE 2-1 This year our class undertook something new. The week before Christmas we made and sold various kinds of home-made candy. Our next event was an afternoon dance held on January 3, 1923. The affair was greatly enjoyed by all who attended. Andre Bruyere. SURPRISING THINGS WILL HAPPEN All was quiet. I was in charge of the doors on the second floor to detain tardy students and all but the Freshmen had gone to as- sembly. The silence was oppressive and so I hum- med “Homesick” to myself and stepped into the library and tried a new dance step. Sud- denly a door slammed at the other end of the corridor. I heard a stealthy step. Some late Freshman trying to sneak upstairs, I thought, and, fulfilling my duty, I cautiously peeked around the Library door. Mysteriously look- ing from side to side a Freshie slowly tiptoed up the hall and approached the office. He was only dropping his first contribution into the Reflector box. C. E. R., ’23. PAGE THIRTY THE REFLECTOR iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimmiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimiiiiiiiiiiiiiimiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimmiiiiiiiii ALUMNI« llllllillllMlllllllilllllllllll llllllll ....................Illllll.....1III1IIIIMIIIIII1IIIIIIII...........I.......I..........Illtllllllllllllll ALUMNI ILLUMINATIONS SENIORS It’s hard to leave good old Clifton High School after four years, hut the Alumni As- sociation awaits you all with a big WEL- COME. Join us and come to our meetings; that’s the only way to continue to keep in touch with your mates. You will also meet some of the hoys and girls of former years; they are a fine crowd and you’d enjoy your- self every minute. Congratulations and best wishes to you all. —THE ALUMNI. SPORTS The varsity beat us in the first real High School vs. Alumni football game; but they defeated everyone else too. so why should we feel blue? Didn’t the boys look grand in their suits? The Alumni had one rooter, Mrs. Mary Schmidt Gras. Poor Mary yelled all she could and did fine, but the boys need more support. Come around for the next game, fellows, and bring your “sisters.” Just watch us this year! Wasn’t that basketball game great ? A pretty close shave for the High School. Let’s get another game. Maybe the score will be different. I’d like to see our boys play if they had a dozen practise games together. Help the High School boys along. Buy your season ticket now. Only one dollar frr such a good bunch of games. JUST A BIT OF NONSENSE The Alumni lost $9.35 on the straw ride; who found it ? Who sent $2.00 to Treasurer Curt Wetzel for dues ? Margaret Gaffy! But what did she write in her letter that Curt refused to read ? Every time our Treasurer reads a report we have less money. What do you say to a Minstrel Show? Doc Davidson came around—hope to see him again. Ladies. Attention 1 Doc Davidson is still single. Reg Falk is still our heaviest member. Marian Piaget is still second. Doc Lentz still leads Fred James in the bald-headed race. Floss Hilton is our “brightest” member. Our hardest worker too. Why did Cat Hilton want the buttons from Joe Fox’s overcoat? Bill Busch hasn’t been heard from lately. The last we know of him was his trip to the African jungles. Floss Hilton and John Van Kirk took a half hour off and decided on our activities for the coming season. Refreshments were served. Doc Davidson and John Van Kirk enter- tained with some stories. We didn’t know that Curt Wetzel had taken up music until we discovered two violin cases under his chair. We certainly do miss Rene Genthon, last year’s president. Evidently Doc Lentz is too busy pulling teeth to come around. More pep wanted among the new members. The last meeting broke up at eleven; not so bad. Bring a new member with you to our Feb- ruary meeting. The Class of T7 certainly leads in attend- ance of her members. What’s the matter with you members of the last few years ? Make every new member so welcome that he’ll bring a new one with him the next time. Don’t forget! A good, hearty greeting for all new memoers. H. L. ANNETTE Your eyes were blue When first we met I thought you true, Annette-Annette. But with your eyes A snare you set; They were but lies— You were a-net. For candy yet I owe a debt: Oh. how you et An’ et, an’ et. —Maroon and IVhite. PAGE THIRTY-ONE THE REFLECTOR CLASS BALLOT Class Man Hater............Lydia M. Brunt Class Student..................Clara Breeman Class Steinmetz...............Frank Barker Class Canary..................Muriel Cook Class Politican...............Robert Coan Class Heart Breaker........Etalo Constantin Class Optimist.........Madeleine De Mattia Class Dreamer...........Lawrence De Mattia Class Scrapper................Harold Davis Class Gentleman of Leisure.. .Jake Feldman Class Classical... i......Adele Haitinger Class Artist..............Beatrice Kupper Class Mixer............................John Larson Class Wit................... Clara Marks Class Society Man...................William Mair Class Woman Hater............Richard Novak Class Sleepy Head.............James Nicholl Class Bluffer.........................Ernest Nemeth Class Orator..............Lewis Richmond Class Athlete.................Charles Riley Class Class-E..................Ruth Smith Class Gossip...............Fanny Shelkowitz Class Sphinx.........................Robert Shaw Class Joker...........................Jennie Troyan Class Philosopher............Ernest Weber Class Lady Killer.........Milton Yearance THE EARLY BIRD CATCHES THE WORM The waters lapped melodiously, Against the high white cliff; An ivory craft dipped o'er the swells, A happy dancing skiff. Our hero’s soul filled with his scene, He raised his voice in song. And o’er the enamel mountain tops His voice rose clear and strong. And as he sang, his mates, detained. Listening to the watery “blub,” Knew it was useless to kick and pound,— It was Larson in the tub! (Adapted) C. Riley. PAGE THIRTY-TWO THE REFLECTOR llllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMIIIIIIIIIIIHIII | SENIOR SECTION | 1111 ] 111 ] 111111111! 11111111111111! II1111 mill! 111111111111111 i 111111111111111111 11111 1111 ] 111111111111111111111 iT THE CLASS HISTORY February ’23 Just four years ago with our hearts filled with wonder and anticipation, we came to Clifton High School. We entered this stern, forbidding looking building as little, insignifi- cant Freshmen, afraid to speak, shivering at recitations and stricken with awe at the voice of our beloved principal who then seemed like a terrible ogre just waiting to pounce on igno- rant freshmen. We, the babies of the school, looked up with sincere admiration to any of the upper classmen and then, indeed, it seemed we could never reach the highly coveted posi- tion of Seniors. With Miss De Mott as sponsor, we organ- ized our class and elected Mr. John Larson as our first president. Under his competent lead- ership we managed to hold our first afternoon dance. The close of our first year found us firmly established in the school. In our second year the title of Sophomore held unlimited strength. Gone were our baby days and following the paths of many stu- dents, we too looked down with hauteur on the entering Freshmen. We strolled through the halls, donned a bored expression, got away with much, and earned the title of being ir- responsible, talkative and careless. This year, our class being so noisy and difficult to con- trol, Miss Musson became Miss De Mott’s colleague in the arduous task of sponsorship. There was an entire change of officers too, and Adele Haitinger as president took the reins. About this time we began to think of taking a trip to Washington in our Senior year. Of course the all important thing was money. Many suggestions were given but few carried out. The class held an ice cream sale but failed to realize any profit. Somewhat dis- couraged, we gave up the idea of holding any kind of sale and henceforth decided to make money on dances. A short time later we held a novelty dance called a Poverty Social. An admission of ten cents was charged with the cost of one cent extra for each article of jewelry. There were a grab bag. a fortune teller, and a prize dance. Sixteen dollars’ profit was made, the largest sum ever realized on any afternoon dance. in December the school held its annual fair and bazaar and the class had charge of the bakery table. We won a first prize of three dollars for having the prettiest booth. At the close of this term many of our students com- pleting two year courses, left. The class was reduced to at least one half of its original number. Also, at this time we mention with deep regret the loss of Helen Seigrist, one of our classmates, who went over to the Great Beyond. We opened our Junior year with an election of new officers. Mr. Charles Riley was unani- mously voted President. After two years of High School life we felt more independent than ever. Enveloped with all the dignity of Juniors we fc t our position to be more than secure. This year our boys made themselves a place on the athletic roll that would do credit to any c.ass. Lawrence De Mattia became a champion runner. Earle Smith, who left at the close of his junior year, was a wonderful high jumper and won much distinction and many medals. Charles Riley is one of our famous four letter men showing exceptional ability in baseball. Others who came in for notable mention are Weber, Coan. Jenco, Lar- son, Gardner, Feldman, Richmond and Cos- tam in. This year we held our first evening dance which was a great success both socially and financially. We also had our class pennant made, choosing the colors gold, black and gray: we are happy to say that it was de- signed by one of our classmates, Louis Rich- mond. At the close of our Junior year we gave our Junior Prom to the Senior division. The hall was beautifully decorated, the or- chestra a marvel in jazz, and all who attended had a thoroughly good time. In our Senior year the curtain rose on the final setting in our school life, but alas, on what hopes! We gave up the wonderful PAGE THIRTY-THREE THE REFLECTOR PAGE THIRTY-FOUR THE REFLECTOR dream of ever going to Washington—we had no money. All we had earned during the years in school had been spent on incidental class expenses. Discouraged we did not even try to raise money but let the first six months of our Senior year slide slowly by without an attempt at replenishing our sadly empty treas- ury. We elected another change of officers, except our president Charles Riley. In September, the beginning of our last six months in school. Miss De Mott and Miss Musson resigned their sponsorship and Miss Clara Sharp took charge of the penniless and discouraged class. We had five dollars in our treasury but Miss Sharp «lid not let that daunt her. Like a wonderful general she took charge, filled us all with pep and made us feel that if we worked, the dream of going to Washington would not be a buried hope but a pleasant reality. Did we work? We cer- tainly did! As a result of Miss Sharp’s clever wits and ingenuity, we raised almost a thousand dollars in less than six months. We held sales: cake sales and hot dog sales, every week, it seemed. The class carried on a sale of engraved Christmas cards and stationery. The results reached far and wide and were truly amazing in proving that the class could work if given the necessary push. Our final crowning glory and the chief means of enabling us to realize our dreams was the presentation of the musical comedy “Springtime.” Many of the students in school participated in this event and the mem- bers of the class showed a surprising ability and talent for acting. Needless to say, it was a tremendous success. The house was packed the two evenings it played. After recuperation, during the Christmas vacation, from such strenuous activities, we came back to school for one day and received instructions to pack our bags and be ready at seven o’clock the next morning to leave for Washington, the city of our dreams. We drank in with deepest pleasure every thing we heard and saw. and after three days of revel in the nation’s capital returned to Clifton wiser and with a truer realization of what it means to behold the country’s ideals expressed in wonderful buildings and paintings. Because of the Washington trip, each and every one of us will carry within our hearts a deeper appreciation of our country. But most cherished of all will be the memory of our beloved teachers and principal in Clifton High School. M. Adf.le Haiti nger. Please Patronize Our Advertisers PROPHECY OF THE FEBRUARY CLASS OF 1923 This scene takes place several years after the graduation of the February, 1923 Class of Clifton High School. The students have all managed to co-operate and build a city of their own. An excusion party have hired a bus and guide to take them through the city. “Now, tny friends, we are entering the City of Neighborly Love. So far there have been only six hundred arrests in this past week. On the right that large stone structure is the home of Miss Rita Connors, the noted Latin bookworm. At present she is visiting Greece and Italy in search of more Latin Books. The beautiful house next door with the windows is the home of Mr. Jack Feldman. This young man of ninety-five has made him- self famous by inventing doughnuts without holes. This tall building on the left is the Hippo- drome. At present a great program is being run off. Miss Fannie Shelkowitz being the center of attraction in her ballet dance en- titled “Bouillon.” The building standing upside down at the foot of the street is the new Sunshine Library. Mr. Lawrence De Mattia, the noted book- keeper, is at present dusting off the books. As we turn the corner, we near a three cor- nered building which is the residence of Mr. Charles Riley. Charlie is at present a cham- pion laundryman. Jennie Marie Troyan resides in the home in the distance which you cannot see. She is the well known interior decorator you have heard of so much. At present she is working on a masterpiece, whitewashing the subways. Harold Davis hangs his hat in that building over there. Harold will be a Harold, and is a man of leisure. He is trying to deceive the public into thinking he is the notorious Harold L'oyd and has even gone so far as to wear goggles! This red building right here, which is shaped like a book, has the honor to house Miss Clara Breeman. Miss Breeman has out- done Coue as far as popularity is concerned. She has put out a set of books on the memory system. On the left is the large department store of the late John Whatabaker. A great enter- tainment is given every afternoon at eight o’clock. This is an organ recital by Miss Muriel Cook. This large building on the left is the Spark Plug Apartments. One of the notorious per- sons living here at present is Mr. Milton PAGE THIRTY-FIVE THE REFLECTOR Yearance, Shakespeare’s successor. Mr. Year- ance is working on his life work, “When Father Comes Home” in four parts. Miss Ruth Smith is the owner of the store with the glass windows across the street. Miss Smith is the dictator of the styles of the city. She has lately decreed that the men should wear their derbies over the left ear. That good looking woman in the plaid car that just missed hitting us is Miss Adele Hait- inger, the undisputed society leader. The round building on the right is the Awful Opera House. Among the singers on the program, the most terrific is Madame Ly- dia Brunt. Madame Brunt sings the heart- breaking opera entitled “Chop Sticks.” By the way, Mr. Costantin is the manager of the Opera House. That woman hanging out clothes on the roof is Miss Clara Marks. Although Miss Marks is the wealthy possessor of millions, she insists in doing her own washing. The tall, lanky building on the left is the publishing building of the famous paper. “The Goofy Gazette.” The publishers of this paper are the Messrs. John Larson and Robert Shaw, who resides at the Bachelor Apartments we just haven’t passed. The large building on the right is Weber’s dancing academy. Mr. Ernest Weber is the dancing instructor. He was first recognized as a genius about sixty-five years ago when his gracefulness as a player on the Clifton High School football team was observed. This beautiful edifice is the abode of Mr. James Nicoll, the multi-millionaire, who made his millions by inventing a chewing gum ma- chine that worked. The house next door is the abode of Miss Beatrice Kupper. Miss Kupper really doesn’t want anyone to know, but she is a movie star working for the National Biscuit Company. The magnificent concrete structure is the dwelling of Mr. Ernest Nemeth, the million- aire who started from the bottom and has made a rapid advance upwards. lie started as a conductor on the subway and is now a steeple jack. That marvelous home is the abode of Mr. Frank Barker, the world’s famous chemist. Mr. Barker has proven himself to be a chemist even greater than George Washington. That scrumptious house on the left is the home of Miss Madeleine De Mattia. Miss De Mattia is one of the contestants in the present popularity contest. She needs only ten more votes to exceed the Smith Brothers. The prize of this contest is a gold plated ash can. That house across the way is the home of Messrs. Robert Coan and Louis Richmond, the world’s famous debators. They are now doing charity work debating for a new high school for the poor students of Clifton. This, my friends, ends the tour and we must hurry back to the hotel in order to be in time for dinner. Jennie Marue Troyan, Madeleine De Mattia. NOT SO BAD Reaching the corner he lifted agitated eyes to the town clock. He was late—a full ten minutes. They had gone without him. What should he do? Being a boy of good mental ability he thought quickly. He would take a taxi to Newark, get the next train, and meet the class at Philadelphia. It was a beautiful idea and Jack felt that if Brutus himself had been placed in this peculiar situation he could not have displayed more calmness. He entered the taxi, the miles began to fly past and soon he had reached Newark. Here he learned that he must wait a half hour for a train. The thirty minutes he spent in read- ing the “Saturday Evening Post” up-side- down. When the clock had finally reached the point which favored Jack’s hopes for depart- ure. he climbed leisurely into the train and continued his reading. It is wonderful what great and beautiful ideas are inspired by up- side-down reading. Never once did Jack think of his classmates. Ah. why trouble, even tho’ trouble troubles you ? We must give him credit for his calmness?. lie soon lost interest in the Post and fell asleep. He was awakened as the car came to a sudden stop. At the station he checked his valise and decided to wait around until the sight-seeing party came back. This was not an easy task, for it was a matter of a few hours. He conceived the brilliant plan of touring the city himself. He decided to go first to Independence Hall. A beautiful place, he reflected. To think it had been the capitol of the nation for almost ten years. Just as he was about to go. a voice behind him said, “How do you like it. my boy?” And Jack found himself face to face with George Wash- ington. Jack was quaking with fear, but soon, as- sisted by Washington’s beaming smile, he had safely recovered, and to all appearances was “Brutus the Calm.” Jack was asked if he would care to ring the Liberty Bell. Again be was feeling weak THIRTY-SIX PAGE THE REFLECTOR in the knees when he beheld the shining gold bell, minus the crack. Striving for calmness he complied with the request and gasped as the almost heavenly echo floated through the old halls. Washington was just completing his Fare- well Address, and asked Jack if he would care to look it over. As one in a daze Jack read the beautiful lines, penned by the most hon- ored of men, and after he had finished Wash- ington asked him questions concerning him- self. To these he replied interestingly and calmly, —calmly because he regarded calmness as a virtue. “Must you go to Washington today?’’ asked General George. “Yes,” answered Jack. “I must meet my class at the Cairo tonight.” “On Saturday 1 shall be at my home at Mount Vernon. I shall be pleased to have you call on me there. And now if you care to see more of our city, I am sure my friend William Penn will gladly show you around. It is he who knows more about this city than anyone else. But ah! Here is my friend now.” And forthwith Jack received a formal in- troduction to William Penn, the founder of the City of Brotherly Love. Soon he had shown Jack all the points of interest, Fairmount Park, The University of Pennsylvania and his own old home. Penn had decided to go to Washington late that afternoon so that he could attend the ban- quet which the Daughters of the Revolution were giving in honor of Mrs. Harding’s birthday. Blit to Jack’s surprise Penn in- formed him that he was going by aeroplane, and if Jack cared to accompany him he could do so. Now to be perfectly frank, the one dream of Jack’s life had been an aeroplane ride. But to think of having this dream ful- filled and in this manner! Taking the coveted ride by the side of William Penn! Indeed the gods were favoring him. The ride began and they gazed down upon a multitude of tiny specks,—houses, we call them. Finally they were once more on level ground. Penn made his adieu and Jack sought the nearest information desk for news of the Cairo. “The what?” asked the clerk . “The Cairo,” answered Jack. “K-i-r-o.” “Never heard of it. my boy, but if it’s a hotel you want, why not the Willard ?” After a little persuasion Jack was comfort- ably situated at the Willard. From his win- dow he commanded a glorious view of the Y ashington monument. He conceived the idea of going to see it immediately. Soon he had climbed six hundred steps. For a few moments he rested, then again he climbed,— two hundred—two hundred fifty—fifty—nine hundred. Only four steps more and the top would be reached. Gaining the top he glanced down on the world below him. Ah! what an elegant view. The Potomac—the glorious old Potomac, of which he had heard so much. What was that poem he had learned in school, about the dear old river and the blue and gray coats ? “All quiet along the Potomac to-night”— Yes, th .t was how it started. But what was the next line? “No sound save the rush of the river, “While silently— “Gracious Caesar! screamed Jack. His foot had slipped. Down, down, down he tumbled—into a bottomless pit—black—black- er than a Stygian Cave. “Dear.” called his mother, as he was about to hit the last step, “you must hurry. Mr. Nutt sa d you would surely miss the train if you were not at Main and Clifton Avenues at seven.” “Huh!” asked Jack bewildered. “You mean—” Then he jumped up quickly fearing lest his dream come true. Lydia M. Brunt, Feb. ’23. THE CLASS WILL, FEBRUARY, 1923 We the Class of February, 1923 being of sound and disposing mind and mem- ory, and realizing that our happy career in Clifton High School is about to end, do make and declare this to be our Last Will and Testament. First—To our principal and teachers, we be- queath a calm peacefulness of mind, which we fear they have not enjoyed during our so- journ here; and our deepest gratitude for the forgiving disposition with which they have overlooked our faults. To the June Class of 1923, we bequeath our victories and our defeats, our joys and our sorrows, our duties and our privileges, to have and to hold forever. Charles Riley wills his skill to participate in all kinds of athletics to William Richter and Wellington Cross. Harold Davis gives his muffler to Milton Bailey to restrain him. Our advice Milton, is to wear it around your mouth instead of around your neck. Ruth Smith bequeaths her propensity to PAGE THIRTY-SEVEN THE REFLECTOR act as a vamp to Sigrid Sorblom and Marie Whowell. Clara Breeman leaves her knowledge of American Democracy to Michael Petruska to help him out when he starts bluffing. Since a lady with a continual grin is looked upon as being unnatural, Robert Shaw gladly gives his sober expression to Helen Borne- man. Ernest Nemeth leaves his ability to do solo dancing to Arthur Plog, Ambrose Was- dvke, and Thomas Boliman, wishing them the greatest of success. Madeleine De Mattia bequeaths her sweet expression and her gently manner to Mildred Eisenhauer. Erase the frown, Mildred. Ernest Weber has tearfully agreed to will his pep to Grant Thorburn. Now Grant will be able to move a little faster. Adele Haitinger leaves her originality to Lola Howard, Evelyn Brunt, and Ella WrLSON. Clara Marks gives her privilege of coming to school late to Loretta Beck so that Loretta may keep up her good record during her last term in Clifton High School. Fannie Shelkowitz, with deepest sym- pathy for the poor Senior Class, bequeaths her ability as a comedian to Madie Green and Donald Wellenkamp to aid the class in making funds for a Washington Trip. James Nicoll leaves his elongated frame to Louis De Vido so that no one will step on poor Louis again without knowing it. Rita Connors gives her knowledge of spelling to Evelyn Hubschmitt so that Evelyn may remain on the level with the average high school speller. Milton Yearance leaves his graceful man- ner and poetic strands of hair to Otto Fis- cher so we may soon see Otto strolling through the corridors quoting Shakespeare. John Larson, with his usual great hearted generosity, bequeaths to Donald Eyers his beautiful shade of hair so that Venus may become a heart breaker. Etalo Costantin denotes his slyness to Anthony Jorlett and Elizabeth Daniels so the faculty may still have the privilege of performing the duty of police officer. Louis Richmond leaves his capacity to make his voice resound throughout the room to Samuel Jenco. What a relief for the teachers. We hereby appoint our worthy and esteemed principal, Mr. Walter F. Nutt, to be executor 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 twenty-three. THE FEBRUARY CLASS OF 1923 Subscribed by the February Class of 1923, the Testator named in the foregoing Will in the presence of each of us, and at the time of making such subscription the above instru- ment was declared by the said Testator to be the Last Will and Testament, and in the pres- ence of each other, signed our names as wit- nesses thereto. Clara A. Sharp, residing at Elmhurst, L. I. Clara A. Breeman Jack Feldman SPECIAL BEQUEATHS We, the Class of February, 1923, desire to leave to the individual members of the June Class of 1923, certain attributes which we hope will be duly appreciated by them. Our classmate, Jack Feldman, still under the delusion that he owns the whole school, solemnly bequeaths the entire building, faculty and janitors included, to the 4-1 Class to do with as they wish. Jennie Marie Troyan leaves her talent to crack witty jokes to Rupert Le Grand, Dor- othy Robbins, and Bertha Blake, so that they may find some occasion to smile. Beatrice Kupper bequeaths her love for the “Movies” to Garret Keiper and Robert Leeds to keep Clifton’s New Theatre from going into bankruptcy. Robert Coan has finally been coaxed to will his beloved ukelele and original ballad “I’m a Flea” to Frank Frankovic, so Mr. Nutt may have an opportunity to hear this song in Washington next June. Lawrence De Mattia bequeaths his speed to Arthur Hardt. With Larry’s speed and his own legs, IIardt ought to be a world beater. Muriel Cook, realizing the lack of interest in school affairs among some of the 4-1 Seniors, gladly leaves her school spirit to Josephine Amato, Carol Adams, and Sven Anderson. Lydia Brunt willingly bequeaths her variety of pet names to Mollie De Mattia to add to her already large collection. Frank Barker leaves his willingness to work for the welfare of the class, to William Connolly. Bill needs it badly. To Our Advertisers—Thank you PAGE THIRTY-EIGHT THE REFLECTOR REFLECTIONS OF A JUNIOR Three years gone by!—Charge them up to Profit or Loss according to the way they have been spent. When 1 was a Fresh Freshman, I looked with awe upon the Serene Seniors, I wondered whether I would ever be a Solemn Soph, and I felt heartily sorry for the Joyless Junior. When a Solemn Soph, 1 had a genuine con- tempt for the Fresh Freshman: I thought the Joyless Juniors and the Serene Seniors were unnecessarily grave in looks and actions. But now, with the finishing of my Junior year, 1 understand the grave, solemn visage of the Junior and Senior. For the average Junior there is dread of the Senior year, and for the Senior there is dread of the final exams. In my Freshman year, I felt indefinably small, in my Sophmore year I felt that the world was looking up to me. But in this, my Junior year. I have come down to earth, rea- lizing that there are many, many other pebbles on the beach besides myself J. A., ’24. A TRIBUTE What team is this? That dandy team Is ours, in all their suits arrayed. The guard, the quarterback, it seems. And center that at school has stayed, Are every speck as good and fast As the team we had the year that’s past. From captain to left end they shine, They make a touchdown every time. Or come up top in any line. They certainly make a boy feel queer If he has left off fighting gear. Each pretty little girlie smiles I ler welcome in the flapper styles; The high school hal's, the very doors, The stair ways and the corridors. The column on the sporting page Are crowded with extolling lays. And never cease to shout or rage If Clifton doesn’t get due praise. H. B. 4-1. A MANAGER Pity da poor manager 1 He’s da guy wot stands da gaff. Da harder he woiks da more he gets bawled out. Foist of all he writes about sivinty-foive letters and arranges a schcdu'e wich draws a kick and a half from all sides. A few changes made to please da kickers starts da few who didn’t kick da foist time to kick now. (It's enough to make a gink kick da bucket!) Den some one tells ’im he has too many games in da afternoon. Da manager tinks about dis awhile, wen he meets anudder boid wot says dere ain’t enough afternoon games! Ye Gawds! Wotsa guy gonna do? Wen da team wins dey pat da captain and da coach on da back, but wen dey lose all ya hear is, “Whoinall’s yer manager, anyway?” Caesar was right wen he spouted, “Ya kin satisfy seme of da people all da time; ya kin satisfy all da people some of da time, but I’ll be durned if ya kin satisfy all da people all da time!” A. Nonymus. Q S T Laurie Dc Mattia makes a lot of Q R M during lunch period. Davis gets an amp. with one bu’b. We who did not go on that trio to Wash- ington hope that Barker and Nemeth d'd not show up the operators at N A A too badly. Bednarcik brothers have as their motto: “First up, best dressed. M iss Wallace—“Give the stages of a com- plete metamorphosis.” Miss Kallen—“Egg, larva, pupa,—cocoon.” Mr. Schmid—“I thought cocoon was the p’ural of coo-coo 1” A friend asked Tarris how it felt to be about to graduate, and Tarris answered that it was a wonderful feeling and that it felt more won- derful every year. PAGE THIRTY-NINE THE REFLECTOR So the girls of Clifton High have finally decided to enter the athletic world. Well, stick to it, girls. The boys are right behind. Had it not been for the girls Clifton would not have been able to capture the first meet of the series of eight annual indoor track meets to be held under the auspices of the Paterson Board of Recreation. The Misses Tomai, Green, Quinlan, Bruyere and Harveson were among those representing Clifton. Here’s Senior hoping more of our girls will turn out in the near future. A few weeks ago Arguaer gave a talk on horticulture in 2-1 biology. After he had fin- ished we thought we were sitting on canopied chairs with sweet odors wafting gently about. Then the bell rang and we treaded our way on a thick mossy carpet until we grasped the pleurococcus covered doorknob. Then came the heavy jungle of the corridor with its ter- ror of wild beasts. Grasping the ivy covered banister we descended from the wilderness of the third floor to the second. PAGE FORTY THE REFLECTOR Oie of suv he l'i ai-t-ii td D honr ig rants, (bqddj, l«oK out •foi-j6uK Hed hanKj.) RAVINGS The young man stood undecided on the for- ward deck of his launch debating whether or not to feed his horses which were pulling the raft. lie suddenly made up his mind, how- ever, and started his automobile, lie had driven but a tew feet along the highway when the propellor of his aeroplane broke and he was forced to stop and replenish his supply of gasoline, as the tank of the motorcycle was very nearly empty. At last the train was re- paired and he jumped on his bicycle once more. It was not long before the trolley stop- ped with a sudden jerk and someone shouted that the row-boat had sprung a leak. Grab- bing his parachute he leaped from the burning balloon. Reaching the' ground in safety he strapped on his roller skates and was soon glidding across the lake in his canoe. By this time the submarine was far from shore and the young man felt safe from all harm. He mounted his camel and looked out over the shimmering desert. D. J. W. “See that girl over there? She's the girl I gave my gold football to last December and then we quarreled.” “Did you get it back?” “Get it back ? Why, a year later she wrote and asked me to have it replated.” Watch Cut for the June “Reflector” YOU SHOULD KNOW ME I am used in an office, I am used in school I am used wherever speed is the rule, I am used by the clever, I am used by the slow, I am carried in a notebook, wherever I go. Some write me perfect, some draw me wrong. But when you can read me, then will start the sweet song. Shorthand. I am round and quite lean, of black or of gold, And I serve all the flappers without being told— My spy-glass so tiny is busy all day. Ask any real flapper, she'll show you the way. Vanity case. I am slender and graceful and flashy. I'll say. Of red, blue, and green, and all colors gay, Not mentioning black or purple or white; And then when I’m fastened. Oh! What a grand sight. I am used by—but then again, 1 will not tell. If I choose to pull tighter, You hear a grand yell. A Necktie. I’m flat and quite thick, my image you’ve seen On Prof. Collester’s desk in Number Eigh- teen ; Some pupils enjoy me, the most of them don’t; You see I was read by ancestors remote. The way I am treated, doth sure make me cry, For I witness no smiles, but only dry sighs. Virgil. Molly Die Mattia, ’23. Something T© be ThanK.j:ul Foh Tiwt we, have, tn ©dev- n -teac. � e ns IH G. U S. PAGE FORTY-ONE THE REFLECTOR f fiotogbZph Q-f t l m c. w Cy i oh H 1 «2 S C h o I, Miss Wilson—“Have you girls got any of the money you owe me?” Miss Beck—“Well, I haven’t got any that I owe you, but I will lend you a nickel.” There’s something singularly attractive about all mysteries—except that peculiar stuff called Sheperd’s pie on the Cairo menu. Why did the Janitor put me out of the Library at 3 o’clock? Good sense is a thing all need, few have, One To-day is worth two To-morrows. hat' S Whohjj with t.h 5 picfco ef Boost the “Reflector” Watch Out for the June “Reflector” FAGE FORTY-TWO THE REFLECTOR oftTie Efficient School The Emblem of the Efficient School FIVE REASONS FOR CHOOSING DRAKE: 1. THE SCHOOL An old-established institution, in the heart of Passaic’s business district. 2. THE COURSES Each course designed to meet the requirements of the business man. Efficient Practical Complete 3. THE TEACHERS Each one a master of his line. Teachers with business training experience. 4. THE STUDENTS A happy, studious, businesslike lot. Come in and look them over. 5. THE GRADUATES An enthusiastic army of well-trained, well-paid office workers. Satisfied? Ask them! TRAINS THE DRAKE BUSINESS SCHOOL MAN’S WAY HOBART BANK BUILDING PASSAIC, N. J. He that riseth late must trot all day PAGE FORTY-THREE THE REFLECTOR Diner—“I want some raw oysters. They must not be too large or too small; not too salty and not too soft. They must be cold and I’m in a hurry for them.” Waiter—“Yes sir. Will you have them with or without pearls, sir?” COMPLIMENTS OF FORSTMANN AND HUFFMAN Mother—“Don’t use such awful language.” Son—“Well, mother, Shakespeare used it.” Mother—“Then don’t play with him. He’s no fit companion for you.” SPECIAL SALE: Coffee and a roll down- stairs 5c. —Maroon and White. Being ignorant is not so much a shame as being unwilling to learn PAGE FORTY-FOUR THE REFLECTOR CLIFTON TRUST COMPANY CLIFTON, N. J. Resources over $3,200,000 Invites Your Account ADRIAN WENTINK, JR., Treas. Compliments of HAVENS CO. Manufacturing Jewelers Quality and Service. Satisfaction Class Pins, Rings, Medals and Trophies 17-19 Thompson Street, New York City Be civil to all; sociable to many; familiar with few; friend to one; enemy to none E. HUGHEY, Pres. GEO. J. SCHMIDT, Vice-Pres. PAGE FORTY-FIVE THE REFLECTOR LOCKWOOD BROTHERS COMPANY Furniture, Carpets, Rugs, Linoleums Interior Decorations DINNER WARE 290-294 Main Street, Paterson, N. J. mqmmUiiral JuAtmuce ( ompcuuf, GEORGE S. WHOWELL 304 Clifton Avenue CLIFTON, N. J. Laziness travels so slowly that Poverty soon overtakes him PAGE FORTY-SIX THE REFLECTOR Telephone 7 Thorburn Robinson Real Estate and General Insurance Corner Main Clifton Aves. Clifton, New Jersey Passaic’s Leading Furniture Store The Berdan Furniture Co. Main Ave. and Washington PI. Passaic, N. J. BURT BROS. Dealers in Poultry Feed and Supplies S eeds—F ertilizers—F arm and Garden Tools Hardware 20 Howe Ave., Passaic, N. J. We deliver everywhere Phone Pas. 1966 Phone Passaic 2327 New Jersey Leather Co. Wholesale Retail Leather Shoemaker’s Supplies 220 Dayton Avenue Clifton, N. J. Ryle and Forbes Gas, Oils, Tires. Accessories Chevrolet Cars, Wireless Equipment, Remy and Connecticut Ford Parts Corner Main De Mott Avenue Clifton, N. J. Shoes of Quality JACK’S BOOT SHOP 937 Main Avenue near Burgess Place Passaic, N. J. Compliments of FRANK AGNELLO 226 Dayton Avenue Clifton, N. J. Phone Passaic 4833-J COMPLIMENTS OF CALLIGORO BROS. J. Ippolito J. Legrottaglie Clifton Civic and Pleasure Club Tel. Passaic 499-G.R. 229 Dayton Avenue Clifton, N. J. THE REFLECTOR AT LAUE’S STORES Dairy-made Ice Cream All Syrups I Make Myself from the Pure Fruit SPECIAL PRICES TO SCHOOLS, ENTERTAIN- MENTS and CHURCH SOCIALS Phone Passaic 133-M Goldby’s Music Store Pianos, Phonographs, Instruments, Sheet Music, Records, Rolls Teachers of Violin, Mandolin, Guitar, Banjo and Saxaphone 314 Monroe Street, next to Cap- itol Theatre, Passaic, N. J. Tel. Passaic 2067 L. GOLD Dealer in Builders’ Hardware, Cutlery Plumbing and Machinists’ Tools Main Store, S19 Broadway, Brooklyn, New York. Branch Store, 224 Dayton Avenue, Clifton, N. J. Compliments of A. DA CORTE Phone 1342 CLIFTON PHARMACY J. E. McHenry, Ph.G. Prescriptions a Specialty We Deliver. Try Us 709 Main Ave., cor. Clifton Ave. Passaic National Bank Trust Co. Passaic, N. J. Resources $19,000,000 Phone Passaic 1733 581-j H. Kramer Company Please use our pleasure Coal and Flour Central East Madison Aves. Clifton, N. J. National Electric Co. Inc. Electrical Contracting and Merchandising J. Justensen, Manager 583 Main Avenue Passaic, N. J. Yellow Pine Lumber Company CLIFTON, NEW JERSEY The best that we find in our travels is an honest friend PAGE FORTY-EIGHT THE REFLECTOR Compliments of C. H. S. COMPLIMENTS OF ALUMNI ASSOCIATION Compliments of the Girls of Room 26 THE COMPLIMENTS OF CLIFTON TIMES Compliments of PEOPLES TRUST PRINTERS AND Clifton City Market COMPANY PUBLISHERS 681 Main Avenue Passaic, N. J. 795 Main Avenue M. Steenland, Prop. Clifton, N. J. Tel. Passaic 751 Special Discount to High Compliments of School Students N. S. S. E. H. H. CAPITOL MAX RUTBLATT Compliments of The Theatre that is the Passaic’s Leading Sporting “The C. H. S. Troublesome Pride of Passaic Headquarters Quartette” We are waiting for you with a full line of spring supplies C. C. O. A. T. M. Agent for D M Spalding, Wright Ditson Dost thou love Life? Then do not squander Time, for that ’s the Stuff Life is made of PAGE FORTY-NINE ---------------------L'- ' :—.—:--i-----—_---------------- — — ':r :. THE REFLECTOR CHAS. SING LAUNDRY 225 Dayton Avenue Clifton, N. J. Sam the Hatter Means Hats “Of the Better Kind’’ Call at 208 Dayton Avenue Clifton, N. J. COMPLIMENTS OF L. STEIDEL, Mgr. The Great Atlantic Pacific Co. 3 Ackerman Avenue Clifton, N. J. Phone 4998-M Passaic Weissberger Gluck FURNITURE 233 Dayton Avenue Clifton, N J DANIEL J. FELDMAN Real Estate and Insurance 16 Lexington Avenue Passaic, N. J. Phone 3481 Branch office: 232 Dayton Ave., Clifton, N. J. Phone 4996-J Phone Passaic 1738-W CLIFTON NOVELTY SHOP S. Launtenberg, Prop. Full L'ne of School Supplies 717 Main Avenue Clifton, N. J THE ACME Clifton’s Own Theatre Three Shows Daily Matinee at 2 :30 Evening at 7:15 and 9:00 Compliments of Weona A. A. 21 Harrison Place Clifton, N. J. THE HOBART TRUST COMPANY PASSAIC, N. J. We Want Your Account HORNSTRA’S Ladies’ and Children’s Underwear, Hosiery and Notions 712 Main Avenue Clifton, N. J. Phone 2827 Passaic Earnest Hubinger Hardware, Paints, Oils and Varnishes, Builders’ Hard- ware Garden Implements 715 Main Avenue Clifton, N. J. Compliments of Dr. J. B. JUST JEREMIAH P. QUINLAN UNDERTAKER Phone 3002 Passaic 672 Main Avenue Clifton, N. J. Compliments of A FRIEND FRIEND’S DEPT. STORE (Estab. 1904) Largest Art Needle Work Department in Clifton 232 Dayton Avenue Clifton, N. J. A FRIEND PUBLIC PRODUCE MARKET F. Tortcra, Prop. F .ncy Fruits Vegetables 681 Main Avenue Buy what thou hast no need of and ere long thou shalt sell thy necessaries PAGE FIFTY | T HE REFLECTO R BILL EARNIE COMPLIMENTS OF WM. HILTON, Mgr. Atlantic Pacific 534 Clifton Avenue Clifton, N. J. RON TED B. Gruber S. J. Kracke Quality Flower Shop 589 Main Ave., Passaic, N. J. Branch Store Orchid Flower Shop 187 Main St., Hackensack, N. J. Members of Tel. Del Assn., Inc. We grow our own cut flowers Phone Passaic 1852 Household Appliance Co. N. Taft Every Electrical Appliance for the Home 715 Main Avenue Clifton, N. J GEORGE ROBERTS Confectionery, Bakery Cigars, Horton’s Ice Cream 530 Clifton Avenue Clifton, N. J. Tel. 2469-M Passaic JAMES OSSI Carpenter and Builder 108 Hamilton Avenue Clifton, N. J. M. J. Poultry Market Wholesale and Retail Dealer Parker Avenue Clifton, N. J. Tel. Passaic 2204-M GEORGE IESLIN Fancy Groceries, Ice Cream, Hardware. Notions and Cigars Clifton Avenue Athenia, N. J. Dick, the Custom Tailor Cleaning, Pressing, Dyeing and Repairing 668 Main Avenue Clifton, N. J. A. A. FABER Groceries, Butter and Eggs Cor. Dayton Highland Aves. Clifton, N. J S. KUSHNER Stationery Confectionery Toys, Cigars Cigarettes 216 Dayton Avenue Clifton, N. J. When in Passaic, Ridgewood or Montclair, stop at The Wigwam Sweet Shoppe for high grade candies and fountain dainties. Special Prices to Churches, Parties and Dances Tel. Passaic 2249 COMPLIMENTS OF FINKLE’S EXPRESS We go around the corner or around the world Phones 3710-J, Passaic 2453-J N. BAKELAAR 721 Main Avenue Clifton, N. J. Choice Meat Market UNEEDA MARKET Where your dollars have full value. We lead in quality and low prices UNEEDA MARKET 308 Clifton Avenue Passaic 2236 AUGUST KIRCHNER Fancy Groceries, Cigars, Tobacco, Notions, Cand es. Etc. 696 Clifton Avenue Athenia J. I. SMITH INSURANCE 25 Beaver Street New York City COMPLIMENTS OF Mr. A. Bartello Our Own A. and P. Grocer Man 841 Main Avenue Clifton, N. J. NOISY Sloth - like Rust - consumes raster than Labour wears, while the used Key is always bright r.'i r 'i rt- tVi;;r?. ? ?■' i r r v ■'v r PAGE FIFTY-ONE THE REFLECTOR GEORGE BROCO Ladies’ and Gents’ Shoe Shining and Hat Cleaning Parlor Cigars and Tobacco 714 Main Avenue Clifton, N. J. Your friends can buy any- thing you can give them except your Photograph Martin’s Studio, 22 Lexington Avenue, Passaic, N. J. Tel. Pass. 2460, Hack. 2048 COMPLIMENTS OF D. SULLIVAN. Manager James Butler Stores 699 Main Avenue Clifton, N. J. Phone Passaic 3S0 F. J. Friend A J. DeRose COMPLIMENTS OF JOHN C. BARBOUR Counsellor-at-Law 41 Passaic Ave., cor. Main Ave. Clifton, N. J. Friend De Rcse Real Estate and Insurance 232 Dayton Ave., Clifton, N. J. Notary Public Justice of Peace BLENDER’S Dry Goods and Notions 517 Clifton Avenue Clifton, N. J. JAMES K. O’DEA 653 Main Avenue Passaic Victor and Brunswick MINIC MEAT MARKET Prime Meats. Vegetables and Groceries Prompt Delivery Each Day 475 Clifton Avenue Clifton, N. J. Nagle Tommins Millinery 323 Main Street Paterson, N. J. Hats for Junior, Miss, and Her Talking Machine Telephone Your Order to Passaic 2586 Mother JOHN HERCIG Steel and Mayer, Inc. Compliments of Butcher and Grocer Insurance Broker The Triangle Sales Co., Fruits and Vegetables 3 Cedar Street New York City Incorporated 140 Ackerman Avenue Clifton, N. J. Phone Passaic 3221 N. ENGEST Lakeview Meat Market P. Zschack, Prop. Dealer in Prime Meats, Pro- visions and Delicatessen 151 Lakeview Ave., cor. Arling- ton Ave., Clifton, N. J. COMPLIMENTS OF Clifton Battery Station 304 Clifton Avenue Clifton, N. J. Delicatessen Home Cooking and Groceries 682 Main Avenue Clifton, N. J. William O. Mentnech PEOPLES MARKET 674 Main Avenue Clifton, New Jersey Tel. 3570-R. Phone 2430-W Entin’s Dept. Store 719 Main Avenue Clifton, N. J. Tuning, Repairing, Polishing Buescher Saxaphones and Band Instruments Anything for the Musician Special—Latest Popular Songs—Songs, 19c. 591 Main. Ave.. Playhouse Bldg. Passaic, N. J. Please Patronize Our Advertisers PAGE FIFTY-TWO What was the only newspaper in Passaic County to publish an extra, after Clifton High School beat those Norwood, Mass., foot- ball champions? THE PASSAIC DAILY HERALD! Who helped the Seniors put over their play? tHE PASSAIC DAILY HERALD! Who sent a special writer to cover each performance? THE PASSAIC DAILY HERALD! Who prints the best sporting page in Passaic County? THE PASSAIC DAILY HERALD! Who publishes the most complete news of the daily doings in Clifton? THE PASSAIC DAILY HERALD! NAMED BY THE CLIFTON CITY COUNCIL AS THE OFFICIAL PAPER FOR THE PUBLICATION OF CLIFTON LEGAL ADVERTISING FOR 1923