Clifton High School - Rotunda Yearbook (Clifton, NJ)

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THE REFLECTOR They will in a very short time, and you will be the one to explain,” Noame replied. Is this not enough?” the other demanded. Far from enough, Bymomth, you have forgotten the most import- ant question. Where is Helen and what has she done?” he demanded with a lover’s impatience. Several months ago, I heard that she had gone to live with her aunt although she is far from well,” Bymomth retorted. You shall go to Nash with me, and for a certain reason tell all that you have told me, to the authorities,” this from the Baron with a smile playing around his mouth. A few weeks later in Nash, one read in the weekly Dictator, a strange tale of Lord Geymore’s murder, while on the same page, one found the announcement of the marriage of Helen Geymore to Baron Noame, to take place one week from that day. Several years have gone by. Baron Noame and his wife are happy. Serveet, who has been with Master Titone”, as he calls the Baron, through all his hardships now shares his joy. He is happy in Noame’s employ. Every summer Noame joins his gypsy band for a few weeks, and thus enjoys nature and keeps in touch with his adopted people. He re- mains in their memory always, and they refer to him as, Master Titone —he one good guy.” Elsie Apelian ’30. Oh If My Love IVere That Sweet Rose Oh if my love were that sweet rose And I were but a bee I’d fly about and buzz all day And keep it sweet for me. But when Jack Frost” had loud proclaimed That summer days had flown And my sweet rose would droop and die Ah, how I would bemoan! Still, through the winter I would live A-waiting next year’s June; For then I know that my sweet rose Again will freshly bloom. 18 Theodore Kulik.

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THE REFLECTOR Hour after hour went by, and the only progress noticeable, was the evident drunkenness of the man, whom Titone had engaged in con- versation. The place had become marvelously quiet. Then, I tell you that guy was taken in,” came from a pair of dirty drunken lips. As if by magic, the man became sober after his rough exclamation. Shaking his great head as a man in doubt, he leaned forward and cried hoarsely, God, Noame himself”. Crazed, he arose, knocked the table over, and advanced. The next moment the room was in darkness. When all was quiet again, Titone, Serveet, and the big brute, had disappeared. Back at camp we find that Titone and Serveet had been able be- tween the two of them, to drag the brute from the inn. In Titone’s camp, removed from the other camps by many yards, a strange sight was to be seen. Titone’s prisoner, gagged and tied in one corner, Serveet with large eyes fastened on the man; Titone pacing nervously up and down the length of the tent. Bymomth,” the leader finally exclaimed, I’ve watched for you these years. 'Twas only recently I caught sight of you in Carston, and have followed you up to the inn, where you were tonight. I will give you ten minutes to reveal everything. After that I do not answer for the results. I don’t wish to threaten, but you are one, and I have many—” Titone spoke tersely. Five minutes had elapsed, and the prisoner, who had given up all hope of escape, was squirming uncomfortably in his corner. Several times he wetted his lips to speak and finally broke the tension with, You were not the murderer!” I am glad you know that,” Titone said softly, and one instantly sensed the wonderful relief in his voice. But more.” I have no more to say,” was the response. The threat still holds good,” came the retort. I must know all. Who murdered Lord Geymore? Why? And where is Helene? Come man, answer!” Well,” the brute blurted, that night when you went to see Lord Geymore in his den, to ask for the hand of his daughter in marriage, I had come to get certain papers and money from the Lord. Jake, my companion, and I, made our way into the house, passed down the halls into the den, but we had not known of your presence at the time. On sight of you, I instantly pulled out my gun as you know, but you were too quick for me, and the next thing I knew your bullet had grazed my arm. Jake had taken aim at you at the same time. Unfortunately his bullet found Lord Geymore. When Geymore fell, we immediately es- caped and you were found with the gun and its missing bullet in Lord Geymore. That is all, except that when the trial day came you had escaped. The people have never forgotten it, nor have they learned that you, Baron Noame, were not the murderer.” 17

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THE REFLECTOR “WV Patience Rewarded T BERING over the boat rail, Hope strained her weary, blue eyes to catch a glimpse of land. The sun shone brightly and suddenly like a fairy place the city appeared. There were tall church spires, shining high towers, ribbon-like canals, and many whirling windmills. Amsterdam in Holland was the haven of this little boat load of Pilgrims. Hope Arnold, a little English girl of ten years, blue eyed and flaxen haired, shivered, and turned to one of the women at her side. Do you think my father will be waiting for me on shore? The last thing he said to me before he put me on the boat was, 'Wait for me Hope. I will be with you soon.’ But that was a long time ago.” The woman turned away that the little girl might not see the tears in her eyes for Hope’s father had met with a sad fate. Just before the ship that bore the pilgrims to Holland sailed he had been cast into prison by the King because of his belief, and Hope was all alone. Perhaps your father will meet you some day in Amsterdam and if he told you to be patient and wait for him he will surely come.” There were friends waiting on shore for all,—brothers and fathers who had come some time before from England to make homes for them. Everybody had some place to go and Hope looked about her bewildered. Welcome to Holland, little English maid. And where are you going to live?” asked a Dutch housewife who had come over from England some time before and knew what it meant to be a stranger in a new land. Hope looked up wonderingly and then told her that she was expect- ing her father but that he had not come nor did she know when he would come. Poor little girl you shall come home with me. There is always room for one more in my home,” the woman said kindly. She took Hope’s hand and led her away from the others along the canal. The house where they stopped was made of red brick and it looked very cosy to poor little Hope. They opened the door into a quaint, shining kitchen. The floor was made of white tiles and there was a queer little fire place over which was hung a copper kettle. There were stiff white curtains at the windows and on the sill of one was a row of blos- soming plants. There was another room beyond where there was a strange bed built in the wall. John, John,’ the woman called, come in to see your new little sister. You have always wanted a playmate and here is one come to live with you.” A plump, rosy little boy with eyes as blue as Hope’s own and dressed in brown trousers and clumsy wooden shoes, entered the room. Soon they were chatting merrily like the best of friends. 19