Clifton High School - Rotunda Yearbook (Clifton, NJ)

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THE REFLECTOR CLIFTON HIGH SCHOOL FEBRUARY 192 “After getting used to the tumble sensation of falling I noticed that I was perspiring and kept hearing a buzzing noise, which kept getting louder and louder and I saw a number of bub- bles rush past the window in a fan shape. Steam! Then I thought what would happen when the window crashed from the heat. As I was worrying I felt a jar and knew that I had reached the bottom. After switching on the out- side light I was able to observe the fish in the water. Soon I saw approaching a figure that looked somewhat like a human being. As he came nearer I noticed that he was a strange vertebrated animal walking upright on two frog-like legs. His head was something like a chameleon in shape, with two large protruding eyes, two antennae in place of ears and a horny beak in place of a mouth. Soon some more of these creatures came and started to drag the globe along the bottom. I saw them hammering upon the metal ease containing the clockwork. If that was tampered with I could never rise to the surface. Soon I was brought inside of the large array of build- ings which I suppose this people lived in. I was then dropped through the roof of a large building. Imagine my astonishment at seeing an immense crowd of these people down on their knees before me, apparently worshipping me as a god. After about twelve hours of this, the cord by being rubbed against the edge of the altar, snapped and I immediately began to rise to the surface. I traveled upward at a great rate of speed. The glass windows grew terribly hot and then suddenly a wheel seemed to snap in my head and I remember nothing else until I heard the doctor’s voice in the captain’s cabin. S. Luques, Feb. ’29. THE JUDGES The good ship “Richard” dropped anchor one pleasant morning in the year 1661 in the har- bor of New Haven. A boat was quickly lowered over the side, and made for the shore on which were congregated a sombrely-clad throng of people. As soon as the boat touched the dock a man, apparently the captain of the vessel, sprang out. He demanded the whereabouts of the Reverend Mr. Davenport. “I have important business that demands im- mediate attention.” “I will guide you to his place of residence,” said a quite distinguished looking man. The two set out together, and were not long in reaching their destination. Not a word was exchanged between them. The Puritan showed no curiosity, and the captain, naturally talk- ative, was overawed by his companion’s stern manner. To the minister the sailor gave a deep bow, and then he fished a letter bearing a great seal from his pocket. The pastor glanced at the letter hastily, and bis countenance paled perceptibly. The other hastened to his side. “Read, read, brother,” he cried, thrusting the letter into his friend’s hand. “Surely it is not possible that the Stuart has returned to England!” “Thus the letter says. Brother Davenport, and these two men who sat in an impartial court of justice have been obliged to flee their native land.” “They are welcome to this colony of New Haven, whither they have come thru the work ings of Heaven. Shall any man ask shelter of us, and ask in vain. Nay, I myself will go down to the pier to greet them.” Two weeks later a company of about half a dozen men, the elders of the church, sat around the pine table of Mr. Fairlea, deacon in the church at New Haven. The tallow candles on the table spluttered and smoked, picking out Mrs. Fairlea’s few treasured bits of pewter, shining like silver. The furniture in the room threw out grotesque shadows, and the wavering flame of candle and hearthfire seemed to accen- tuate some one characteristic on each man’s face. There was the minister dressed in such dead black that he seemed but a head set in a broad, stiff, white collar. His features, stern and cold, told his profession at once. Opposite him sat two men clothed much alike in tight fitting russet coats with the hilts of their swords ap- pearing now and again above the table as they moved in the chairs. The one nearest the light, Goffe, was speaking. “And so this ship that cast anchor at eventide in the port bears without doubt officers sent to arrest us, for we just es- caped in England, and our destination was dis- PAGE NINETEEN

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THE REFLECTOR CLIFTON HIGH SCHOOL FEBRUARY 1928 Upon reaching the edge of the large crowd, David could just make out the features of the Savior, Jesus Christ. This gave him new cour- age and strength which was but temporary. He no longer staggered but with head erect, shoul- ders back and chest out he made his way through the crowd which was becoming larger every moment and fell at the feet of Jesus. He didn’t have any more strength left to ask Jesus to cure Glaucus but Jesus didn’t need to be asked. With but a touch of the hand Jesus cured Glaucus, the boy whom all doctors had pronounced incurable. Overjoyed at finding himself whole and strong once more, Glaucus jumped up, thanked Jesus and told Him that he would always love Him and he would become a doer and not a hearer only. Upon returning, Glaucus ran to his father who had just returned with his family and servants and told his amazed father how Jesus had cured him. “And this is my friend, father, who not only taught me to have faith in Jesus but also car- ried me to Him for about five or six miles,” said Glaucus who was now very willing to introduce David to his father who admired heroes. “Well, my lad, have you a father and a mother?” asked the governor Chilo. “Yes, sir, I have a father but my dear mother died when I was but twelve years old,” an- swered David bowing very low and speaking in a humble voice as was the custom of lessors answering their betters. “None of that bowing, my boy,” said Chilo “for from now on you will enjoy the same rights as my son, Glaucus. But let us make haste to this Jesus and bring him here for there is great need of him here. I shall give him a grand palace and lie shall want nothing.” “I am sorry, sir, but Jesus of Nazareth won’t come for he is needed elsewhere. He is not able to come here I am sure,” spoke David who had heard many people offering Jesus a fine home and great riches to which people Jesus merely replied saying that they should give their riches to the poor and needy. David and his father came to live with Glau- cus, and David finally married Cornelia, Glau- cus’ lovely sister. The two families, the shep- herd’s and the governor’s, lived together and were ardent followers of Jesus Christ. Marie Goetchius, June ’30. IN THE ABYSS The lieutenant stood in front of the steel sphere and said, “What do you think of it, Stevens?” “It’s an idea,” said Stevens. “I believe it will smash flat,” said the lieu- tenant. “He seems to have figured it out very well,” said Stevens. “But think of the pressure down there, seven and a half tons to the square inch; it will surely crush in the sphere and the water will shoot in like a bullet and crush him as flat as a pancake,” said the lieutenant. What a wonderful imagination you have,” said Stevens. The object of the conversation was a huge round ball about nine feet in diameter. It was held in place in a sling which was to be thrown over board as the ship got farther out. In two places were two large, thick glass windows. The inside of the sphere was covered and padded with cushions. “Having a look at the marvel of the age?” said Elstead. “There is the machine in which I intend to go down to the bottom of the sea five miles below here. After I am swung out over the surface with all those big lead sinkers slung under me, the top lead has a roller carry- ing a hundred fathoms of strong cord rolled up. Through each of these leads is a hole and an iron rod will run through each and project six feet on the lower side. If that rod is jammed from below it knocks up a lever and sets the clockwork in motion at the side of the cylinder on which the cords wind. The sphere is lowered into the water and the cord runs out. When I hit the bottom the clockwork starts and the cord is wound up on the reel. I shall stay down there for a half hour; then the clockwork will release a knife and the cord will be cut and I shall rush up to the surface again like a bubble!” They swung Elstead over the side at eleven o’clock and watched him disappear into the depths. Then the steamer slowly moved away to a spot a mile away, so when Elstead came to the surface it would not collide with the ship. The steamer having waited forty' minutes with growing impatience and anxiety, decided to make a night of it. After waiting more than three hours, the men on board the ship began to give up all hope for him. Just then they saw a small round ob- ject shoot noisily up into sky and then gently fall back into the sea. They at once set out to search for him and found him at sunrise. It was not until a week after that he was able to tell of his experiences. What follows is the narrative of his experience. PAGE EIGHTEEN

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THE REFLECTOR CLIFTON HIGH SCHOOL FEBRUARY 1928 covered. Therefore we have decided to take counsel this night as to what must be done. George, (and he turned slightly toward his companion, a large man with florid features), and 1 have decided to rest upon your judgment. Speak, gentlemen.” No one, however, had a practical suggestion, and at last he turned impatiently to the minis- ter, who had remained quiet. “And you?” he cried. The minister shook his head. “We may be able to conceal you in our houses, but still if we were betrayed—” he paused, and then his face brightened. “At least you are safe for the moment,” he cried. “Tomorrow is Sunday. We are forbidden by the law of the colony to per- form menial work on the Sabbath, and therefore no one can row in from the ship. We have one more day.” Next morning Mr. Davenport mounted the pulpit, and after sweeping his stern glance over the congregation he gave out the text for the morning: Isaiah XVI. 3-4: “Hide the outcast; betray not the fugitives. Let mine outcasts dwell with thee—” The congregation sat stiff-backed throughout the sermon. They understood just whom the min- ister meant loosely hidden in the guise of Satan, and they knew who were “the avenging swords of Jehovah.” As Deacon Fairlea left the church he lifted his eyes up to the massive cliff called West Rock that loomed over the town. A sudden thought struck him and turning back, to the astonish- ment of both wife and daughter, he committed the unpardonable sin of running on the Sabbath. The Reverend Davenport, leaving the church, beheld with amazement and anger the approach of his deacon. “Deacon Fairlea,” he said in the iciest of tones, “what means this unseemly—” “Oh,” cried the puffing deacon, “the—cave, the cave—on the rock—the judges—I—” He pulled himself up before the preacher, who looked at him with dawning apprehension. “The cave—the judges. I understand. Come, let us make haste,” and he hurried to his home. Meanwhile, in the ship’s cabin, around a table sat the king’s commissioners. “You know,” said one, as he filled his glass with Madeira vintage '49, “I don’t like the idea of waiting here. Why not go ashore? This is the reign of King Charles, not “Old Noll.” “Well,” said the other, “rest assured. What could they do for those regicides, anyway? If they hid them in their homes, we would find them easily. If they went back into the woods they’d get scalped, and if they went to some other colony they’d get arrested, because all the colonies are being watched just to make sure. To go on Sunday would only make more ill will. Besides it’s comfortable here. If we landed they’d make us listen to a couple of those four- hour sermons.” And Lee allowed his glance to wander around the cozy cabin and then back to his glass half full of sparkling Madeira. “Here we stay,” he decided. “You are my supe- rior, but—” At dusk while the people were gathered in church, before Deacon Fairlea’s house appeared a group of four persons. The two judges, a young man, and a girl. The last two bore several large bundles. “There is but one path up the rock, Reverend Sirs,” said the girl, and few know of it. It is covered by bushes and trees the whole way. There is no danger of being seen even in day- light.” “Then let us start at once,” said Whalley, “a misstep on the rock, and—” he shuddered. Within the cave on top of the rock the two young people lingered to kindle a fire and to make the gloomy pile of rocks as comfortable as possible. “One of us will return as soon as we may,” said the girl. The two nodded and went outside with them. They stood there in the entrance of a cave and watched ’til darkness enveloped the others. The next day the king’s officers landed on the pier. There stood Deacon Fairlea. “In the King’s Name,” said the officer, drawing forth a paper from his pocket and approaching the Deacon. “The way to the home of Mr. Daven- port.” “I will bring you thither.” Before the minister’s house the man broke the seals of the paper and read the proclama- tion to the effect that the men, namely William Goffe and Edward Whalley, who did pass sen- tence on the fate of Charles I, King of England, Scotland and Wales, were traitors, and as such should and must be delivered up to justice, and whosoever gave them food or shelter was a traitor. The reader looked up into the calm face of the minister. “Can you tell me the whereabouts of these traitors?” he finally said. “You may search the houses of the town,” said the minister. “But those men are not therein.” The officer smiled to himself and gave his or- ders. But when, after careful search, nothing was found he began to bluster and threaten. “I do not choose to listen to such words,” said the minister. “Deacon, escort this man out.” And somehow or other he found himself in the street. Eleanor Pedersen, June ’28. PAGE TWENTY