Clifton High School - Rotunda Yearbook (Clifton, NJ)

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THE REFLECTOR Twenty-three

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THE REFLECTOR Twenty-two Gardens Wandering Through the countryside I chanced to catch a glimpse Of crimson, gold, blue, In stately but severe rows, With each flower in its place And none but dead ones cut, Stiff marble seats, A fountain which bravely sang As if to dispel the gloom. No children with their innocent ways romped there As in another garden I had seen many times, A garden which also held a riot of colors, But they were growing in lovely confusion. No Delphiniums” Or Myostis Palustria” Or Primula Vulgaris” blossomed there, But larkspur, Forget-me-nots, And primroses in all their quaint sweetness did, And seemed far sweeter than those with botanical names, For love blossomed with the other flowers in this garden. Margaret Leary, June ’30. The Wind Sharply, saucily slapping at me, Sweeping through the streets, Chasing helter-skelter, Dancing, spinning leaves, Miniature whirling dervishes, The wind, gay and mischievous, Darting round the corners, Twitching at my hat, Fingering my hair, Then, despairingly, longingly, leaving me, Played again with the leaves, Sought them in their corners Where they trembled at his breath, Tried to climb the wall. Gathering them up, He dashed down the street Slapping, like a naughty boy, At the hanging signs, Kicking up his heels at me, Throwing a farewell handful of dust. Evelyn Novack, June ’30.

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THE REFLECTOR My European Tour C7 n startec f°r t ie boat, c e S.S. Berlin, on Friday evening at seven iCjj o’clock. At eight we arrived at the Forty-second street pier. We got out of the car and on the boat as fast as we could, eager for our new adventure. When we arrived at our cabins, we found them filled with friends and all sorts of packages both large and small. After bidding our friends good-bye, we went up to the promenade deck to catch the last glimpse of New York, for the boat had already started. From the twenty-seventh of June to the tenth of July we saw nothing but water. At times the sea was quite rough and it was rather cold, but we did not mind that. On the morning of July eleventh we reached Plymouth, England. In the afternoon at about three o’clock, we reached Cherbourg, where several passengers got off. The following morning we arrived at Bremen. After our baggage had been inspected we got into our car, which was already off the boat. Twenty-lour