Clifton High School - Rotunda Yearbook (Clifton, NJ)

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THE REFLECTOR CLIFTON HIGH SCHOOL FEBRUARY 1924 isting anywhere! This is the pride of the girls' hearts as they show it off to admiring visitors. Well, let us reluctantly proceed to the Chemical Laboratory. Here presides Professor Derr with a beaming smile while he is instructing some students who eagerly set about their lab- oratory work. Certainly inspiring! And on the same floor we find the Physical Science and General Science rooms. Only one class room is located here. Now that we have roamed through the in- terior, let’s go outside and survey the site where the athletic field will be located sometime in the future when the money has been appropriated for it. The building itself, which is to be one thousand two hundred feet from Main Avenue, will overlook the athletic field, for it is to be located directly in front of the school. Here it is that our future football and baseball stars will display their ability, and here it is that our track team will be rewarded with the honors due its merits. Here it is that the student-body as a whole will enjoy themselves in the future. Now, fellow students, this is the exact plan of our new high school as taken from the architectural plans. Sounds fine, doesn't it? So cheer up, ye entering Freshmen, and ye Sophomores and Juniors; for the departing Seniors are mourning the fact that they will not be present to enjoy the advantage of a new, modern, and up-to-date high school. G. D. C. Feb. '24 IN THE SPOT-LIGHT OF SCHOOL LIFE By Georgette I). Connors The Seniors are reluctantly preparing for their departure from C. H. S., and some Fresh- man are reluctantly preparing to enter. Queer what four years of studying will do for one! We note with the greatest of pleasure that our school is beginning to take pride in its own talent. Senor Kupper, violinist, and Professor Kuzmiak at the piano. The Seniors have certainly done some tall “stepping out” in their production “Miss Bob White.” But when all is said and done we must remember all the credit which is due to the Freshmen, Sophomores, and Juniors who have supported the cast. Ves! we have no exchange department in this edition, but wait and see what will happen in the June number. You’ll be surprised! School songs in this edition are noticeable because of their absence. We certainly need some! Take heart, ye budding poets, and let’s hope that you will find yourselves between now and June. Probably you’ve noticed that our “Reflector” is without a cover design- We advertised a cover- design contest, but no one entered it. Now since we all prefer a decoration on the cover, let’s see what wc can do for the June number. Why, hello! I’m glad you’re going to take a little interest in what I have to say. What it’s about? O yes, I rep- resent the cartoon de- partment, of course. No, that’s not a cartoon, that’s just me. You laugh; evidently it isn’t very hard to see a joke. Now, all jokes aside,—excuse me, I didn’t mean you. Let’s talk business—aw, I don’t want your money, just vour attention, that’s all. Tell the truth now, don’t you enjoy a car- toon? Don’t they improve the Reflector about 100%? Of course. That’s why we wrant to have good ones, and lots of them in our paper. I’ve received drawings that—well, I had to pass them up. They were good drawings, sure they were, but the subject? When you go to a show with a name like “In the Frozen North,” you don’t want to see anything like hunting tigers in Central Africa. Do you? Same with the cartoons. The Reflector is a school paper; naturally you expect to see school stuff in it. The persons who had contributed some draw- ings felt rather discouraged, I guess, when they received them back, and didn’t hand any more in. What a poor attitude to take. Gosh, if you want a drawing in the paper and it is rejected, do another one having some connection with the school. Then keep on handing in drawings, loads and loads of them. Some will surely be used. W by, drawing is fun,—a few lines, some shading, and the drawing is done. You just admitted you liked jokes; so just for the joke, draw a few jokes for the June paper. PAGE EIGHT A. L. DE LUCA

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THE REFLECTOR CLIFTON H I C. H SCHOOL FEBRUARY 1924 GREETINGS Well, once again we’re in your sight Your criticism to invite. Wc know that we’re not just “All Right,” Rut we have tried with all our might. Our advertisers one and all We thank for “spaces” large and small. ’Tis you who’ve answered to our call, 'Tis you who’ve helped us “Roll the Ball.” We extend our thanks, our very best, To students who have tried with zest, Who time and energy invest, To help us on to sure success. We also thank the faculty, Who’ve worked so very zealously So that this issue you might see. Now, look “us” over thoroughly. THE EDITORS. THE NEW HIGH SCHOOL Notice the Maroon-and-Grav cover? And the cut on the opposite page? And our cheery tone? Yes sir-e-c, we are celebrating this term all right. Why? There’s no need to ask! Just stroll past the old race track and see what’s un- der construction—our new High! We are all anxiously awaiting the arrival of our longed-for new quarters, and we are hoping that the real- ization will compare favorably with our expect- ations. Remember how it all came about? Remem- ber how the initial step toward the long-sought- for-goal was taken in 1920 during the adminis- stration of Doctor George Connors as Mayor, when the Board of Education bought the old race track as a suitable site for our new institu- tion; and how’ the final action w’as taken when, during the administration of Mr. Grant Tlior- burn as Mayor, the Board accepted the archi- tectural plans and specifications and awarded the contracts? And just to think, the building which is at present under construction is sched- uled to be completed within a year or so! The building, four stories high, with a facade 277 feet long, is to be of red brick, and Colonial in design. The ground floor is made up of such rooms as store rooms, shower rooms, and teach- ers’ rooms. Just imagine it—no “halls” for ours, for we are to have our own really and truly gymnasium with a longitudual partition and gallery. Here’s where our future champion basketball teams will shine! And there’s some- thing else we mustn’t forget,—a manual train- ing room, something new for Clifton High School, is included in the plans. The Board of Education are to have new quarters on the ground floor of the new high school. Our superintendent also is to have his office there. It certainly does look as though we’ll all be merry to-gether, doesn’t it? So much for the ground floor. On the second floor our Principal’s office will be located, along with seven standard class rooms and two store rooms. And here also we find the room which you arc all w’aiting to hear about—our auditorium, with a seating capacity of one thousand five hundred, a stage, dressing rooms, orchestra pit and organ chambers. All success to the coming Seniors in their plays. Now we’ll ascend another flight. We find no- thing important here except eight class rooms. When we have ascended the next flight we find ourselves on the top floor. The first place we’ll enter will be the Domestic Science Department, consisting of two rooms. Just see the gleaming whiteness of the place! Not a spec of dust ex- pa ;e SEVEN

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the reflector CLIFTON II I 0 n SCHOOL F E II ft U A R Y l y 2 I THE CANARY AND THE CAT Mr. James Brunson whistled merrily as lie turned on the faucet in the bathroom. The cheery melody of flowing water mingled with his blithely piercing tones. He was in the sin- gularly happy frame of mind that only a healthy, heart-free man can whistle over. Thirty years old that very day, a successful farmer, a brother lucky enough to have his two sisters engaged. Jimmy Brunson mentally pat- ted himself on his back as he glanced out of the tiny window and caught a glimpse of the beau- tiful symphony in green, which was his farm. Sea green next to emerald, then olive deepening and lifting to unnamed shades of green billow- ed and waved in the bright sunlight. The dreaming owner reluctantly brought his eyes back to the overflowing wash bowl, and turned off the flood. As the rush of water ceased, he heard voices in the next room. His sisters, Mary and Edith, were chatting gaily as they performed the delightful task of dressing for the evening. On Jimmy’s birthday he was accustomed to take them to Connersville to the theatre. Mary, the younger, whose angelic blue eves belied the perverse imp of mischief that dwelled in her chestnut head, was talking. “I)o you know, Edie, why I’ve asked Claire to come tonight?’’ “Certainly! For the same reason I’ve asked Jeanne,” came the muffled answer which be- spoke of a mouth filled with hairpins. “I thought so. But really, this is serious. Jimmy ought to marry. He’s thirty years old!” As Mary uttered this amazing announcement, Edith said, “Sh! Jimmy’s in the bathroom, he may hear us. Honestly, I led the same vay about it. If mother were living, it would be all right, but since we’re leaving at Christmas, he needs a wife! And then Claire and Jeanne are the nicest girls we know, and they’re, such good friends. 1 know they both would jump at the chance, so I’m giving Jimmy the opportunity of his life.” That was a long speech for the usually mono- syllabic Edith, and Jimmy chuckled as he imag- ed them conversing. Then he reflected serious- ly. That phase of his sisters’ marriages had never entered his head. He had thought how peaceful the huge farmhouse would be without them, but now he wondered how he could do without their jolly company. At six o’clock, Violet, the only domestic em- ployed in the house, rang the dinncrbcll. Jimmy took the stairs three at a time on his way down to the fragrant kitchen. In farms like Brun- sons’, to eat in the kitchen is not merely a sign of convenience. The secret of Jimmy’s success as a boss was a big democratic attitude. All the hired men ate at the same table with the family. His dainty sisters helped Violet set the long narrow tables, pulled the benches up, and when all were seated, Violet herself slipped into the vacant place next to Mary. A long rectangular mirror, hanging over the old fashioned shelves of shining utensils, reflected the whole room. Over their last bowls of coffee the men were amiably arguing about the coming election when Edith said, “Well, Jim, we’ll rush up for our hats so we can go immediately!” The two girls rose, but Jimmy, knowing from ex- perience how long it took them to “rush up for their hats,” reached out his bowl for more cof- fee. As Violet poured it full, he asked her how night school was progressing. She glowed at his interest and almost drop- ped the coffee pot as she replied that she was at the head of the class. “Mr. Satler wants me to start French class.” “By all means do so!” Jimmy exclaimed enthusiastically. pa ;e nine