Clifton High School - Rotunda Yearbook (Clifton, NJ)

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THE REFLECTOR It is said that there are only two or three muscles needed to smile, while forty-eight are exercised in frowning. We must appreciate the views of others and not be hasty in criticizing. Make hay while the sun shines” is a good motto, but Make friends while the sun shines” is still better. We must be good losers! Sometimes the losers are cheered and ap- plauded more than the winners. It is more praiseworthy to be a good loser than a good winner. In either case we must be honest and square in our work and play. The feeling of elation is greater if we win fairly. Let us therefore look at life as a source of enjoyment. Let us look at its problems and its disappointments with a cheerful earnestness. Beatrice Klein. IV aiting The sun like a fiery comet is slowly sinking The corn stacks alight with the crimson rays Are bold flames shot from a molten earth, The sun sets And the stacks are like staid bronzed Indians Standing, thinking, waiting Standing like men out of whom the flame of youth has passed; Thinking of the days gone by, Waiting for that which is to come. Dorothy Lennon, June ’29. 3u fflnnnriam AARON SLYBLOOM JESSIE EARLEY 10

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THE REFLECTOR - 5V The Price of Honor Z ONOR! Does not that very word which Webster defines as fJ | self respect strike deep into the most sensitive spots of our heart, calling to mind incidents when, at the time, the price we paid for honor seemed hardly worth while? Perhaps it was when the teacher slipped out of the class room during a test and the fellow next to you offered you a peep with him in a book at just the part you didn’t know. You battled hard against temptation, and finally, with a firmly set mouth, shot a negative at him. Later you were scolded for not being able to answer that question while your fellow-student was used as an example that you should follow. Your eyes burned in their sockets, and a hard lump gathered in your throat. You wanted—Oh! so badly—to blurt out the whole truth but honor gripped you with such force that temptation was shaken from you and as she fell, her plans were shattered into a thousand pieces. For honor’s sake you gulped down the choking lump and you took your medicine like a man. It seemed so difficult at the time, but did you not, by preserving your own honor, secure the respect of your school mates? The older we grow, the more devoted servants of honor we become. For love of honor, alone, men and women have willingly given their lives. The price honor demands is not always the loss of life but frequently it requires hard work. Many a good and wise man has been forced into Bankruptcy. He is no longer legally” bound to pay his debts but count- ing his word higher than the law he has worked hard to pay back every cent. He has won the highest title of honor and men call him a Man of His Word”. Hortense Stevens. What’s the Jokef OW often do we hear that sentence grumbled by sour-faced individuals? Are you one of these people, or do your wear rose-colored glasses and look upon the sunny side of life? Life is serious, of course, but we have only one, so why not treat it as something to enjoy, and not something in which to drag out a weary and drear existence? There is a certain pleasure in all the problems of life, but we must discover it. 9

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