Clifton High School - Rotunda Yearbook (Clifton, NJ)

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THE REFLECTOR C L I [TON H I C. II SCHOO L FEBRUARY 1924 THE JUNIOR PROM “Well, dear, did you have a good time?” asked mother, who, upon hearing Dottie’s foot- steps, had hastily made her way to her daughter’s room. “Oh, mother, it w’as wonderful,” sighed Dottie happily. “The decorations were beau- tiful. And such music!” “Tell me all about it, dear,” invited Mother. “Well—There! I started my sentence with “well.” Dottie shrugged her shoulders help- lessly, and continued, “The hall was very picturesquely decorated. Large red tulips covering the lights made the room just a trifle shadowy and mysterious. From the ceiling white moss hung down as realistically as if it grew' there, and was set off by dainty green and white panels covering the entire walls. The whole effect was completed by the Meadow- brook orchestra, playing splendidly on a palm banked stage. Enthroned on their bower in one corner of the room, the hostesses greeted the guests, who were presented by the ushers. The custom of introducing the guests and patrons is a new one, but it worked well. It seemed to give the affair a more friendly atmosphere. I like the idea, don’t you. Mother? Oh, yes, and the prettiest little girls in trim, white aprons and gay dresses served the refreshments as nicely as you please.” “Were there many there whom you knew?” “Oh yes. Elsie and Marius were there, of course, and Elsie looked to pretty for words. Helen Werner, Lee Adams, and Marian Hanna were among the belles of the evening and— Why, I forgot about the Grand March! Art Argauer and Agnes Bartholomew led, followed by David Nadell and Ruth Hulbert. Dear me! I can’t seem to finish telling you about it, and I’m so tired.” “You can tell me the rest tomorrow’,” said Mother smiling, “but go to bed now. It’s one o’clock. Goodnight.” “Goodnight, Mother,” answered Dottie sleep- ily. “MISS BOB WHITE” “A fine performance,” was the verdict of the many hundreds who saw “Miss Bob White” on the evenings of January 17 and 18 at Wash- ington Hall. It was said that had the Seniors given the play for a third time they w'ould have made enough to make a trip to the moon, but the staid members of the class thought Wash- ington, I). C., a sufficient trip, and the project was accordingly dropped. It was a great play, however, and the Seniors should pat themselves on the back for the re- markable way in which “Miss Bob White” was carried off. The play centers about the adventures, or better, misadventures, of two millionaires who were forced to be “Weary Willies” for two months through the loss of an election bet with an English Duke. The “tramps” happen upon the farmhouse of a Quaker farmer, w’ho puts them to work. In the meantime Miss Livingston, a society belle in love with one of the tramps, follows them up to the farm where she is disguised by the farmer’s daughter as a milkmaid, and asks to be called “Bob White.” “Bob White” manages it so that her million- aire lover falls in love with her. Upon the completion of the bet the millionaires invite their rustic friends to their palatial home where all is revealed. The union of “Tre Billion” and “Bob White” is effected; the consent of the Quaker is received for the troth of “Phyllis,” the farmer’s daughter, and “Jack,” a farmer PAGE FOURTEEN

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THE REFLECTOR CLIFTON HIGH SCHOOL FEBRUARY 1924 An Apology Each contribution found herein Was writ by a would-be-poet. You’ll say it’s not like Shakespeare’s, But, goodness’ sake, we know it. MAN Just as the wind each day blows o’er this world, So does each man pass on his destined way. Some pass just frisking o’er the top in play, They make the grass wave like a flag unfurled; And as they pass on toward the sea-crests curled They make small boats and sailing ships to sway; But passing thru the deserts on their way Are lost among the sand wastes of the world. Then comes he who makes lordly oaks to tall, And ealls young men to follow after him; He, with his sword, makes his a change’d land, He finds new ways in which to help us all; So, passing on, his life does not grow dim, But is to mankind a directing hand. STANLEY BURGRAAE, June ’24 SKATING ON THE OLD PASSAIC The full moon bright, with its silver light, Makes the ice on the river glisten; Like sentinels high outlined ’gainst the sky, Each tree seems to stand and listen. The bonfires flare in the cold night air. On the banks of the frozen stream. Gay crowds laugh and shout as they weave in and out Like the fabric of a dream. From Garfield down through Clifton Town, To the bridge at the Paterson line, We sway and swing while skates clang and ring Through the night air clear and fine. The witchery of night with its moonlight bright Disguises all man-made pollution. Jack Frost like a pall spreads over all A beautiful veil of illusion. Oh Passaic so old, what tales could be told Of winter nights long past, When hearts young and gay sang on their way, With a joy that could not last. Through the golden haze of our youthful days, Fond memory will always take Such keen delight in those moonlight nights, Skating on the old Passaic. GEORGETTE D. CONNORS A WINTER STORM The wintry blasts are blowing shrill, O'er meadow, plain, and lonely hill, The white ice forms about the mill; The shy’s o’ereast With gray ness, heavy, bleak and still. That storms forecast. In flaky whiteness then is lost 'Phe landscape, and the trees are tossed By blust’ring gales that straight have crossed The Arctic ring, Their bare boughs stripped bv blackening frost Of leafy wing. I thought then of the foolish sheep Who wander where the drifts are deep; Of helpless birds whom none can keep From storms to hide; Of silly cattle on yon high steep And mountain side. DAVID McLEAN, June ’24 THE ANT Ant, working in the bright sunlight, Little worker, I, like you, must also labor, In the future. Would I might with your persistence, Come forth victor. CHARLES HOHENSTEIN June ’21 NATURES PLEASURES I love to rove among the trees Far from the noisy town. The autumn colors there I see, Of golden hue, and brown. I love to hear the wood-folk call From distant place to near; The stange low cries that rise and fall Bring Autumn’s solemn cheer. I love to see the birds’ dull hues On a dusky afternoon, And sit and watch the insects too That vanish swift and soon. I love to hear the tinkling brooks As pure as crystal glass. And long to know their turns and crooks And where they end at last. Companionship with things like these For just a little while, Helps in the winning of Life’s race On this big, lonelv isle. HILDRETH AUSTIN J une ’2 t PAGE THIRTEEN

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THE REFLECTOR CLIFTON HIGH SCHOOL FEBRUARY 1924 hoy who makes his mark with Uncle Sam’s navy; while “Miss Autumn,” a “One-only-Al” dame relinquishes her heart and hand to the Duke’s son, “Lord Bashful,’’ thus ending all happily. Helen Stewart enacted the title role of “Miss Boh White” with the versatility of a horn actress. Who would have dreamed such talent existed in the class? Singing and acting her way through the play seemed easy for Helen and made possible the success of the production. Marius l)e Mattia and Joe Keil were screamingly comical as the two millionaires, “Tre” and “Van.” Their actions and speech as the disguised tramps had the audience roar- ing both nights, and they certainly deserved every hit of applause given them. And who was that pretty Quaker maid who captured the heart of every male in the audience? Why, none other than Georgette Connors herself. We can predict a great future for Georgette if she goes on the stage, hut we suggest that she stick to Quaker roles. Marie Hagens made a demure and very lov- able “Miss Autumn,” while Betty Jordan, as “Maggie,” the servant who feeds tramps with pies, was superb. We can give her a few pointers on slapping the above mentioned tramps, however. “The Duke of All Titles” as portrayed by Jimmy Austin, and his son “Lord Bashful,” played by Alpheus De Luca, had the audience guessing as to their identity. What we want to know is, what would Alpheus have done if Mr. Hill had not had the brown crayon ready Friday ? As the Quaker farmer who works tramps, Vince Chimenti would be hard to equal, while Joe Kuzmick made a realistic “police force of one,” and Mario Sala startled one with his very real make-up as “De Vere,” the eolored butler of the “Tre Billion” residence. Every chorus did their bit in a commendable manner and were a vital part of the success of the play. We congratulate the Rogers Producing Com- pany for their good fortune in possessing a director such as Mr. Howard Edmund Hill. Without a doubt he was the moving figure in the success of “Miss Bob White.” A. L. T. Feb. ’24. THE SENIOR 4-1’S Financially, our Senior 4-1 Class has been rather unsuccessful when the fact is considered that we are attempting to raise funds for the usual trip to Washington in June. However, as a result of the united efforts of the diligent workers of the class and of our sponsor, Miss Jackson, we have raised since the beginning of this term practically all of the approximate sum of $180 now in the treasury. The first event of the term was a Hallowe’en Party when many spirits of the 4-1 class assembled in the Town Hall at Allwood to en- joy a pleasant evening playing games, dancing, and “refreshing.” At present we are working to dispose of two cases of flavoring extracts. This is an entirely new plan but with some participation from the class members it will contribute to the treasury considerably. In conclusion, it mav be said that we have confidence that we shall reach Washington, but we fear the necessity of a tag day at Washing- ton to defray the expenses of our return trip. R. GUILFOYLE. THE HIGH SCHOOL GLEE CLUB The first half year of the Glee Club’s life has been a pleasant one. We meet only once a week; but in the past three months we have studied and sung the following two part songs: The Heavens Resound. Charming Marguerite. One Summer Morn. The Scarlet Sarafan. Now we have begun the four part song “Aloha.” This is sung by the entire Glee Club. We are also developing quartet, double quartet and trio music. At present the quartet is studying “O, Wert Thou in the Cauld Blast;” and the trio will soon begin “Night Divine” (Barcarolle from Hoffmann). Probably about April, there will be a city demonstration of public school music. At that time we hope the Glee Club can take a pro- minent part. So far, we have made two public appearances. Just before Thanksgiving, there was a High School Assembly in St. Peter’s Hall. The Glee Club took part in the program by singing “The Heavens Resound.” At the Christmas Assembly we sang “Cantique de Noel.” Both numbers seemed to be received with enthusiasm. PAGE FIFTEEN