Clifton High School - Rotunda Yearbook (Clifton, NJ)

Text from Pages 1 - 122 of the 1931 volume:

THE IREPLEQTQIR JHJNE1931 59f5S 'eS 5? Imilf 5 CHFT N HUGH SQHQQL CLIFTON, NEW JERSEY his issue of the Reflector is affectionately dedicated to those who have labored valiantly to impart to us their accumulated knowl- edge, and Who, by personal example, have taught us the highest principle of man- hood and Womanhood - f our teachers. The Faculty COMMERCIAL DEPARTMENT SCIENCE DEPARTMENT A. Deane Nichols Constance Backer Ann Bannister Erma Brown Willard Campbell Ethel Condon Doris Connelly Sadye Goldberg Florence Hackett Thelma Halcombe Helen Lauritsen Marie Maurel Geraldine Smith Helen Thompson Benjamin Deir Tunis Baker Rendall Ham Charles Hartzell Philip Piaget Joseph Rosenfeld DOMESTIC SCIENCE Linnet Beams-Sewing Cecil Morse-Cooking PHYSICAL TRAINING Boys Arthur Donnelly Langley Claxton GIRLS Alice De Leruw Mary Kelly DRAWING Viola Gramm er George Coultlaard- Mech. Drawmg Five Reflector Staj Editor-in-Chief Sports Editor VERNON GROUNDS ELSA FLOWER Associate Editor Assistant Sports Editor DOROTHY SCHNEIDER JOHN ZACHARIAS Literary Editor Art Editor ALICE BORNEMAN HELEN SPREISER Assistant Literary Editor Assistant Art Editors LOUIS GROSS JACK BUNTINC LE Roy LALLY School News Editor Business Manager JOHN- COMCOWICH WALTER NUTT, JR. Assistant School News Editors Assistant Business Managers JENNIE BURCHARDT KARIN SKOGLUND IRIS BROWNLEE MARGARET HAMIL Refiertions Editors Circulation Managers JULIUS KLAR ROBERT BLUME ROBERT LYNYAR VIOLA ROERICH Assistant Rifflevtions Editors Assistant Cirfulation Managers MILDRED NOLL ETHEL MOORE FRANCES COLLESTER SHIRLEY MIEDEMA Sponsors RUTH SMITH ERMA BROWN AGATHA SPINELLA VIOLA GRAMMER Six THE REFLECTOR HE EDWQIRS SAY Romance MAGINATION paints a riotous display of people and places when we utter the word Rozzzcmccf. Against the background of history we see i pirates swarming over captured merchant ships, Columbus plunging boldly into seas unknown to wrest from fear and ignorance a new world, another continent, the Alhambra of the Moors, beautiful and mystic, shrouded by the spell that distance lends, Galileo peering into the heav- ens, learning the true meaning of infinity by means of his precious glass -the telescope. And coming down to 1931 and peering ahead into the centuries be- fore us the word Romance gains even brighter luster. We think of the romance of the test tube, the romance of huge, whirring machines, the romance of wings that carry men into the air, the romance of which the magic of Science has yet to reveal-the vast, boundless promise of the future. These are the things that make Romance not a word to be breathed on the lips, but the embodiment of all that man has ever done or will do. What Are We Szfrmding For? Perhaps it is our fear of what the rest of the crowd will say that makes us moral cowards. Perhaps . . . But perhaps we object to being called cowards-moral cowards. Very well. Let us analyse ourselves, to see whether we are. Let us ask ourselves one question-then decide. What Are We Standing For? Are we standing for the very best that is in us? Are we standing for clean thought and clean speech? Do we believe in clean minds in sound bodies? Do we travel with a clean crowd? Do we stand for clean sport? Are we keeping ourselves physically strong, mentally awake, and morally straight to the best of our ability? Are we standing for the highest principles of decency in our section-rooms and classes? Are we honest with our teachers and ourselves? Do we believe that there is such a thing as honor? Are we giving to others the finest that is in us? Are we? Ask yourself. What Are You Standing For? Well, if you ind, if we all find, that we are moral cowards, let us about face abruptly, determining to stand strongly for those standards of conduct that are Clean, Lofty, Inspiring, Fine, Tremendous, Noble. Let us nail our colors to the highest masts of a character and decency without a thought of what the world will say, knowing, after all, that some day some one in all sincerity and humbleness will say, ?'He was a man! Seven THE REFLECTOR The H omeworle Quesfion fFr011z az SfItdElZ1f,S Auglej T has been said that all work and no play makes jack a dull boy. As to the veracity of this statement, there is little doubt. Yet in the ' course of a high school career it seems as though the application of these wise words has been neglected. Teachers, it appears, are ignorant of this phrase. Each instructor thinks that the high school curriculum is composed of one subject, and that subject is his own. Accordingly, he assigns home- work to keep one busy for some time. Is it inconceivable, then, to imagine the discouragement that confronts a student after a day of seven periods? If teachers could only be human, how sweet would scholastic life then be? But, no! They readily and easily forget their attitudes as pupils. fFr011z a Tezzchefs Viewpoinlj Contrary to general opinion, a teacher's life is not easy, happy, and carefree. Instead it is a vocation where one must possess patience, tolera- tion, and understanding. Teachers are condemned as ucranks' and old fogeys. Yet they are only human. They cannot avoid assigning homework. They must, in order to fulfill state requirement. Then, too, the pupils rarely stop to consider how much a little co-operation can achieve. Perhaps if the class were more attentive, much more could be accomplished during the period, and then they would be rewarded with less homework. But as it is, the teacher must fight against odds. He must contend with the late strag- glers, he must tolerate the impolite and inattentive, and he must bear the cross of the backward element. Rather than discredit the teacher, the pupils should condemn themselves. A Club Room Where shall we meet this afternoon? UI don,t know. W'e need a piano to sing some of those French songs, but the Glee Club is using 202.,' This conversation is frequent. Organizations like the French, Spanish, German and Footlights Club are in dire need of a room in which the full beneits of the club may be enjoyed. A room with ample space for playing games, giving plays, and carry- ing on a meeting where there is a comparatively large audience, would afford excellent opportunity for sponsors to conduct club work without molestation and with success. Each organization might be assigned a definite time for the use of the room. This would also avoid conflicts in club meetings. The reward for this would be active club life. 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He must keep an un- failing eye out for an occasional freight, now loaded with bleating cattle, or just a lifeless string of tanks, it made no difference-they all had to go through. And in order to go through they all had to pass lone- some Y.,' He always said a few Words to the man whom he relieved, but from then on it was utter silence until his relief appeared at three. Now and then he would hold silent communication with a passing trainman by a wave of the hand. It made no difference whether it was a long freight, Coughing and grunting up the slight grade to the mountain run, or a roaring express, shadowed by a long line of darkened Pullmansg all pass- ing trainmen would lean out of the cab to shake a friendly hand at Efhe as their trains sped by the tower. The whole division depended on Effie, and he knew it. Effie was proud of his job. The switchboard before him was always spotless. Even the low-hanging, green-shaded lights received a nightly dusting. His desk chair was his throne, and he was king of the mountain division. Effie had a quiet, true friend. This friend never spoke to him, but it served as his only comrade the whole night through. It was a friend whose expressionless face gazed at him hour after hour, and assured him that all was well on the mountain division. It was Effie's clock. It was a plain square mahogany box with a small, round, white face, and silver hands. He knew that when those small hands pointed to six- forty-five the long white beam of the Pacific Flyer would hurtle into view and disappear down the smooth rails into the twilight. At seven- thirty the hands told him that the Limited was on time on its race east- ward. And so on through the night. The mountain division depended upon Eflie, and Efhe depended upon his clock. That was why Effie had developed a peculiar affection for that clock. It was the talk of the mountain division. Whenever EfHe's name was mentioned on the line, a mention was always made of his clock. One summer night Efhe swung up the winding trail that was a short cut from town, over and across the maze of tracks at the Y, and stopped to rest at the foot of the tower to wipe his freely perspiring Ten THE REFLECTOR forehead. Caswell, the man on duty before Elie, opened the door at the top of the stairs and came out on the landing. What's the matter, Effie? he called out genially. Isn't it hot enough for you? Gosh, 1,11 say so, was Effie's reply. I guess summer is here to stay all right. You look like an old mop ready to be wrung out, laughed Caswell. By the way, I've got a surprise for you. The electrical gang was down here today and they brought us a present. Come up and see it. Effie picked up his lunch pail and, tucking his coat under his arm, climbed upward to the door of the operating room. He stepped inside casually, then stood there, his pail dangling by his side. A cloud of anger crossed his face. Nearly set up on the opposite wall of the room was a new electric clock. It was firmly bolted to the wall. W'ho ordered this thing? he snorted, throwing down his coat. You've got me, answered Caswell. The gang came up here with an order to install it. That's all I know. Well, it's been hot as the dickens up here today, and l'm tired. Yeah, EH'ie grunted, but he did not take his eye from the new clock. Well, I'm going, Effie. I left the night specials on your desk. G'night, growled Eflie, making a face at the offensive newcomer. Hanging up his coat and putting away his lunch, Effie procured his dustcloth and commenced his cleanup of engine smoke dust that formed a film over everything. Affectionately he picked up the little mahogany clock on his desk and carefully dusted it, breathing on the glass dial, and polishing it with his handkerchief until it shone like a jewel. Well, you're still here, old clock, he said, addressing the time- piece. And you're going to stay here as long as I do. The clock ticked back a merry answer that only Efhe could under- stand, and he carefully replaced it. He went on with his dusting. With this task finished, he sat down and commenced to look over the night specials. As he shuffled the cards slowly, he suddenly stopped and whistled. Well, we're going to have some work tonight, old boy, he said, addressing the time-piece. See this card. It says: 12:15 a. m. Crest to Charlotteville, armoured train. Due at Lonesome 'Y' at 12:22 a. m. You know what that means, old sock. They're going to run some gold on the division tonight. And listen to this one. Western route blocked by landslide. Western mail, train No. 27, will proceed by way of Lone- some 'Y' on mountain division. Due at 'Y' at 1:07 a. m. Hold western mail at 'Y' to give train No. 8, the Cannonball, the right of way. Twilight was fast descending on the Y, Eflie glanced at his clock. It was six forty three. He got to his feet, and, grasping two of the levers Eleven THE REFLECTOR iirmly, he shoved them forward. He then walked to the window and leaned on the sill. He glanced at the clock. Six forty-four and one-half. A faint wisp of smoke appeared over the tree tops far down the main line. A few seconds later the Pacific Flyer shot down the tracks to the Y, As the train passed by a goggled engineer waved at Efhe, as did the conductor. They all knew him. Effie returned to his chair. And the evening passed on, uneventful and pleasant. Only the red, yellow, and green lights of the signals dared to penetrate the mountain night. Effie settled back in his seat. Only now and then a creaking line of freight cars clanked past and so interrupted the evening stillness. There was only one sound that did not cease. It was the steady tick, tick, tick of Effic's clock. Once he glanced upward at the new clock. The two coincided per- fectly. With a snort of disgust Effi rose from his chair and, taking his coat, hung it over the electric clock, completely covering it and blotting out its white light. There! he growled. That'll take care of you. At eleven Hfteen Effie watched the long line of dimly-lighted sleep- ers speed past, as the Chicago Special raced on its way eastward. That was the last one for a while. There would now be perfect peace at Lone- some. Effie set the two switches for the bank train, which was next to come, and again settled back to gaze out of the open window beside his desk. Lonesome YU would now live up to its name. How long he sat there he did not know, but suddenly a queer sensa- tion began to creep up and down his spine. He wiggled his shoulders against the chair. But it would not leave. Something was wrong! He could feel it! His muscles tightened! He felt his neck get hot under his collar. He was being watched! He whirled around. Only the merry ticking of his clock broke the silence of the night. But that feeling was still there. Goose pimples appeared on his bare arms. He rubbed them vigorously. With a grunt he leaned across to his key and, opening the switch, commenced to call the chief dispatcher rapidly. The sounder ticked lifelessly. The line was down. Cut. It must be cut, there Wasn't a breath of air stirring the darkness. Cut! Like a flash it came to him! The bank train! He yanked open the top of his desk and his hand darted within! Just a minute, young fellar! The voice behind him was cool, calm, deadly. EfHe,s finger tips were resting on the butt of his automatic. i'Don,t budge a muscle or make a move of any kind! Effie sat perfectly rigid in his chair, staring at the white face of his f Twelve f THE REFLECTOR little clock. Footsteps sounded behind him. It was no use! He was trapped! The cold, chilly muzzle of a gun pressed into the back of his neck none too gently. 'Stand up! Eflie got slowly to his feet. The gun jabbed impatiently. Hurry! We ain't got no time to waste. Now, stand against the wall. Effie did as he was told. All right, you guys! sang out the voice. Come on up. Footsteps shuffled on the stairs outside and then proceeded into the room. All set? in a new voice. Everything slick as pie. Son, here, was fast asleep. Got wise when he found out his little clicking machine there was out of order, but he was too slow in gettin' out that gat of hisnln reassured the first voice. Turn around, youll' Effie swung around, his eyes blazing. Five masked figures stood about him. Wicked looking six-shooters were leveled at him by three of the intruders. They were dressed in rough corduroy and high boots. Spurs betrayed the fact that they were all riders. The spokesman, a tall, lanky individual, slouched forward, thrusting his gun up in Effie,s stomach. Let's get down to business, young fellar. What time does that money train go through? Effie remained silent. The gun jabbed viciously. Still Eflie was silent. An oath was the masked bandit's comment. We'll Hnd a way to make you talk! XWait a minute, Rad, snarled one of the others. He don't have to talk. His orders must be here somwheref' A short, fat member of the band crossed to the desk and began to toss the papers about. Finally he snatched up the special card with a hoarse laugh. Here it is. Train No. 361. Due at Lonesome at 12:22. That's the one, boys. Effie darted a quick look at his little clock. It told him that it was 11:47. Oh, well, weire early enough, remarked the leader. Might as well be comfortable. One of the masked men sank into a chair. The tall one again prodded Effie with his gun. Come on you. Sit down over there in your chair while we tie you up. We're not afraid of you, understand, but it would look more real to a passing engineer to see you sitting in your regular chair. What are you going to do? asked Effie in a timid voice. Thirteen THE REFLECTOR Loud laughter was his answer from the others scattered about the room. Listen to 'im, boys, snorted the tall one. Why, my dear boy, we're just goin' to hold a prayer meeting right here in this room. Bandy, you pass the hat. The others laughed at the rough sarcasm of the leader. :'What are we goin' to do, you young fool? snarled the short one. We're goin' to pile up your little bank train about a quarter of a mile down the track, an, while the crew is busy dyin' we're going to help ourselves to any money that might be lyin' around loose in the wreck. See?,' EfHe's blood ran cold in his veins. l'Pile it up? No! Listen to reason! Shet up! barked the leader, as he finished tightening the knots that bound Effie to his chair. But I can stop her from here! shouted Eflie. You don't have to kill her crew that way! I'1l stop her! Stuff a gag in his face, Rad! cut in the fat one. Do we look like a gang of fools? If we ever stopped her with all the armoured cars she's got, what kind of a show would we have? We,d all be killed. Ain't you got no feelinis for poor unsuspectin' guys like us? Oh! We'll stop her, all right, but she,ll be on her side in a ditch when we do! Effie closed his eyes and gritted his teeth firmly after the gag had been shoved into his mouth. A picture of the torn and twisted wreckage of the bank train flashed before him, and cold sweat stood out on his brow. Suddenly he twisted his head to one side and listened. What was the mat- ter? The bandits were talking and did not notice his strange look. He tried to concentrate. Something was wrong. What was the matter, anyway? Now he knew. The little mahogany clock had stopped! Eleven forty-seven! It was still eleven forty-seven! He closed his eyes again and counted to himself. When he reached one hundred and twenty, he opened his eyes and looked again. Still eleven forty-seven. The little mahogany clock had stopped. He settled back in his chair as a ray of hope shot through his brain. Working silently at his bonds, he tried to loosen them. They were too tight. Finally the leader arose to his feet. All right, Bandy. I guess there won't be anything else along now for a while. Better go down the line an' pile up them ties. An be sure you pile ,em on the outbound rail.', Bandy yawned and stretched. XVe got plenty of time, Rad, he drawled. ':Say, kid, where's your clock?', Efiie nodded toward the desk. Almost ten minutes of twelvef' broke in the short bandit. We got plenty of time. Better take it easy. We donit want no passin' Follffeefl THE REFLECTOR freight spottin' them ties. Better wait until about ten minutes past. The chief shrugged his shoulders. All right. It donft make no difference to me as long as you make sure them ties are in place on timef' They began to talk in monotones. Effie counted seconds silently. Sixteen minutes. The others talked ong Ellie watched. It must be quarter past by now! Suddenly he straightened in his chair as he heard steam escape in the distance. It was audible for just an instant, but was audible, how- ever. It was the bank train! The sudden, far-off tone of a steam whistle sounded through the night. The five men leaped to their feet simultaneously. Cursing loudly, the leader snatched up the clock and pressed it to his ear. Stopped! he snarled, as he hurled it to the floor. It struck with a tinkle of breaking glass, and rolled beneath Efhels chair. He whirled on Effie. An' you knew it. He struck Effie viciously in the face. The five masked men rushed for the door that led to the landing at the top of the stairs. The whistle sounded again, loudly and clearly. The white ray of the headlight on No. 361 lit up the side of the switch tower at Lonesome. The bandits crowded back into the room and slammed the door, throwing themselves flat on the floor. The leader struggled with the levers in an attempt to open a switch. The key was in EfTie's pocket. That was a regulation of the road. With- out the key, levers could not be moved. With a snarl, the leader struck Effie again. Lights danced before EfHe's eyes. Good old clock. Unconsciousness swallowed him up. He blinked his eyes as if awakened from a dream and started at the walls around him. He did not know how long he had been uncon- scious, but his visitors had gone. He was alone. His head throbbed pain- fully and his wrists, which were still tightly bound, ached madly. He strove to move in his chair. His head was whirling wildly. He shook it to clear it. Then he sat up suddenly. The Western Mail! The special card said to stop the Western Mail and hold it until the Cannonball was by. He did not know what time it was, but he glanced at the electric clock. Angrily he bit his lip, as he realized that behind his coat was the correct time. Of all the fools he was the worst. Then an idea struck him. He tried to see where the little clock was. It was under his chair, out of sight. He rocked back and forth in his chair. Then throwing all his weight backward, his chair toppled over to the floor. The shock stunned him for a moment, but he commenced to wriggle wildly. There was the mahogany clock! Fit THE REFLECTOR Beside it were several pieces of glass from the crystal front. Slowly he worked his body around. Finally' his fingers closed on a piece of the glass. Bending his wrist back he commenced to saw on the cord, back and forth, furiously. Hold the NWestern Mail! He must hold the mail! Frantically he worked on. His wrist pained him sharply. Once he stopped to rest. Then he kept on, spurred by the thought-Hold the mail! Suddenly he shivered with fear. What was that? It was the faint, clear note of the approaching Western mail. Savagely he jerked at the cords that held him. The mail was round- ing the curve that led to the Y',! With a cry, EfHe felt the cord suddenly give. One hand was free! Now the other! He dragged himself to the desk and pulled himself up- ward with a mighty effort! It was too late to set the signal against the mail. The board was locked. It would take too long to unlock it. Effiels eyes swept the room in despair. The chair was still tied to his feet. He could not move. Near him lay the little clock. Like a flash he stooped and picked it up! Leaning as far over his desk as the chair would permit, he hurled it toward the cab of the mail as it lurched by the tower. Again things grew dark. He fell in a heap on the floor. As the glass of the windshield in front of him was suddenly shattered, Gerther, the engineer of the Western Mail, felt a small hard object strike his arm and bound to the floor. With an exclamation of surprise and pain, he stooped and picked it up. Eflieis clock! He suddenly applied the brakes. A minute later the long train was at a standstill, and hustling train- men were racing back toward the switch tower at Lonesome. There is an unusual sight to be seen today in one of the main offices of a big western railroad. To get to it, one must first pass through a door which is inscribed: Mr. E. George Effingwell, General Passenger Agent. After one has been seated for a time before the large desk, he may notice a peculiar object upon it. It is a somewhat battered and dented mahogany clock. It is mounted on a bronze base on which is inscribed: K'This clock stopped to save a train!', If one happens to be a good friend of Effie one may ask him how it happened to stop. I don't knowf' is his reply. I've thought it over from every angle and have studied the case thoroughly, but I can think of no reason, save the one that I was so mad at that electric clock that I forgot to wind this one! H. M. Ross, June 1932. Sixteen THE REFLECTOR The Feeling of the Sea I climbed onto a lonely rock And looked upon the sea,- The curling crests, the gliding gulls. I thought of poetry. My mind began to doze and dream But suddenly I jumped- A swirling, sloppy, soapy wave Upon my face had thumped. I slid down from that lonely rock As wet as I could be. I then knew I had come too close To its reality. WALTER FIELDHOUSE, Feb The Firefly At morning, when the earth and sky Are glowing with the light of spring, We see thee not, oh little fly, Nor think about thy glowing wing. But when the skies have lost their hue, And sunny lights no longer play, Oh then we see and thank thee, too, For sparkling o'er the dreary way. ruary 1932 ALICE LOUISE BORNEMAN, February 1932 T0 cz Meieor in u Museum How cold and stiff and still you are Fmbalmed in plaster on the shelf. Yet once ablaze-aye, once afar You dimmed the haughty moon, herself. . You whirled aflame across the sky And filled some humble soul with awe And then were gone . . . but still the Could see forever what it saw. And now, tho stiff, inert, and numb, And set in plaster on a shelf, You make us pause and strike us dumb- For you have lived a life yourself. eye VERNON GROUNDS, February 1932 Seventee THE REFLECTOR Antiques V iiHmi 'lATRICIA STEWART had worked three years for Bitt and ' Pl Company, a large New York newspaper concern. Six days A a week she struggled to write off two thousand words of latest L Ju! i-I fashion copy. At S o'clock, putting her desk in order, she ' slipped papers under the green desk blotter, filed other writ- ten material for future use, covered the ink-well, drew the shades, and after one last look around left the office. But today she lingered longer than usual, until everyone had left. The sun, streaming in at the window, picked her out as she sat staring into space. Patriciais thoughts were far from her surroundings. Today was her last day at the office! The resignation had been handed in two weeks previously, and the firm had expressed its regrets at seeing such an earnest worker leave them. But, oddly enough, the fashion writer was not thinking of future employment, for her mind refused to be troubled with such details. Instead of tea gowns, sport dresses, and children's clothing, Patsy visualized only a little white farm house, with green shutters, and a directing sign over the doorway, Antiques.U How fortunate it was that she had been named after old Aunt Patricia! And how lucky she had been to inherit 53,000 at the death of that particular aunt! Patsy had always wanted to become the owner of an antique shop, and now her dream would be realized. As she sat in the dim ofhce, she could pic- ture the huge fire place, the Oriental rugs, the spinning wheel, the colo- nial furniture, the pictures, and the old, hand-painted china arrayed on shelves about the room. Everything seemed to be in existence already, and Patsy knew just how to arrange it. Finally, shaking herself from her reverie, she rose, slipped on her hat and coat, took the accustomed last glance about, and left the building. Deciding to celebrate while in high spirits, Patricia took the sub- way uptown and visited Maureen, her pal and confidant. Maureen re- ceived her with open arms. Why, Pat, dear, what have you been doing lately? I haven't seen you for four days. Still dreaming about wormy chests and rickety chairs?,' 'lMaureen, you,re horrid to laugh at me! Aren't you glad that luck has at last found me? Or that I have found luck?,' 'IThere, I didn't mean thatf' consoled Maureen. But you know it amuses me to think of the sedate, intelligent, business woman engaged in the antique trade. After I finish this design, let,s go down to Daubys for dinner and celebrate. I'm starved, after painting all dayf, Patsy quickly acquiesced to this plan, as no one can live on dreams alone. So the odd pair-sensible, businesslike Patsy, and temperamental Maureen, who posed for silk stockings, hat, glove, and jewelry ads, and painted fashion plates during her spare time-had dinner together at a Eighteen THE REFLECTOR reasonable restaurant. After having gossiped for a while, they parted, and Patsy arrived at her boarding house about nine o'clock. The words, You're wanted on the phonef' and a series of raps on her door woke Patsy the next morning. It was Kenneth Ronson asking her to dinner that evening. She will- ingly accepted. Good old Ken! He was the sports editor of the paper and had worked for Bitt and Company about two years, during which time he had become acquainted with Patsy. A mutual friendship had sprung up between them and they often had dinner and attended the theater together. Although the slightest encouragement from Patsy might have led Ken to attempt advances, she maintained a friendly air, resolved to be independent. Ken Ronson thought the antique plan all nonsense and wanted her to give up the idea, but Patsy was not easily disillusioned. Nevertheless, he was a great help in the following weeks, driving Patsy all through the suburbs of New York, looking for just the proper place as a shop. Finally, after much searching, they found the house Patsy knew she wanted. It was just as she had pictured it-a white farm house with green roof and shutters, and an ideal archway over the door for her sign Antiques. The house itself was situated in a shady lane, branching off from the main highway-an ideal location for both tourists and city trade. Everything looked well taken care of, although the house was shut up and there was no sign of habitation. But Patsy rode back to the city in high spirits, knowing that Ken would find out about the place. Exactly four weeks later everything was settled. The farm house was easily rented, as the old lady who owned it had decided to remain in the city for the winter. Patsy was delighted and had bought all the antiques her money would allow. The Hrst floor of the house was one huge room which was devoted to the shop. Of course there was a fire- place, old hand-made rugs, colonial furniture, deep comfortable chairs, dishes, pottery, and even old-fashioned quilts and jewelry. There were pictures on the walls, some oil paintings and others, copies of famous paintings. These made quite an impression on the bank-roll. There was also a portrait of Wfashington which Patsy had found in the tiny garret of the house and Ken had nailed on the wall over the doorway. As the owner had taken everything from the house, Patsy naturally supposed the portrait was not wanted, and so it was added to her collection of antiques. Her one prized possession was a tall grandfather's clock which, in spite of its age, kept perfect time. There was even a purring Angora cat which Ken had brought from Jersey. Ken was constantly bringing and sending novelties from New York which he thought might sell for antiques. Yes, everything was ideal-that is, all but the trade. Winter was coming on, and the tourists were not very plentiful. Now and then, Patsy sold some trifle to a neighbor, but most of her callers, from curi- osity, merely stopped to chat with her. Occasionally some of the friendly Nineteen THE REFLECTOR women folks would make little delicacies and bring them to her fresh from the oven or pan. The social life was delightful, but financial con- ditions depressing. One afternoon a car drew up, and a well-dressed young man alighted and entered the shop. After a friendly How-do-you-do? he glanced around and picked up two or three pieces of pottery. Handling one after another, he finally selected an imported Chinese vase, which he paid for. Glancing above the door as he prepared to leave, he gave a perceptible start when he saw the portrait of Washington. Just how much are you asking for that portrait, madam? he in- quired. Patsy, not knowing what to answer, as she had merely hung it for decoration, took the picture down. The gentleman inspected it closely. Suddenly, as they were looking at the painting, both seemed to see something at once. Yes, there it was! The name Rembrandt was written carelessly across the left-hand corner of the canvas. Q'Why, Patsy exclaimed, it's a masterpiece! I couldn't think of selling it before I found out the estimated value. I had no idea it was one of Rembrandts You see,,' she said, flushing as she said it, I picked it up in a small shop in New York. XVell,v he drawled, seemingly not at all surprised, I should like very much to take it with me now, as I am leaving shortly for England. I want to take the portrait to my mother, for Washington is a special favorite of hers. Couldn't I give you a deposit and leave my card? Send me a bill for the balance when you are ready. Patsy finally consented and, taking the man's card and a check for 5100, gave him the picture. She was delighted with the sale, but still dazed from the surprise it had given her. A few days later Maureen came out for a visit, but was disgusted with the rainy weather. Patsy told her about selling the portrait of Washington. I was certainly surprised when I found the painting was a Rem- brandt. I shall have to send Mr. Briggs a bill for the balance. How much do you think it is worth? i'Why,,, exclaimed Maureen, that picture could never have been a 'Rembrandtli Don't you know that the famous artist died in 1669 and Washington Wasnit even heard of until 1732? Some one is probably playing an expensive joke on youf' For goodness sake! gasped Patsy. 'KNever thought of that. What shall I do? The man will probably discover his mistake and blame me. How shall I ever explain it? Oh dear, do help me, Mauree! How could I ever have been so stupid? My success went to my head, I suppose. 'KWhy not call him by phone and explain?', suggested Maureen. He may be considerate and overlook the error iust to keep the portraitf, Patsy, in a frenzy, walked to the highway, and telephoning from the country club, called Mr. Briggs in New York City. She explained to Twen ty THE REFLECTOR him breathlessly the error she had made, and apologized. She also agreed to return the check, if he so desired. Oh, thatls all rightf' the answer came back pleasantly over the phone. My mother is the woman to whom the house belongs, and she left the portrait behind by mistake. The name Rembrandt was written across the corner long ago by a friend of mother's who painted the pic- ture from Stuart's original. He thought it a huge joke, but evidently you think otherwise, by the sound of your voice. But the painting was, as I have already told you, a favorite of my mother, and she asked me to get it for her. When I saw you had it for sale, I hadn't nerve enough to ask for it, as I thought you wouldnlt believe it belonged to me. Con- sequently, the only thing I could do was to purchase it, even though it belongs to my mother. But as for the check, disregard it, for it isn't any good anyway. You know, I really didnlt buy anything from you and so owe you nothing. I thank you for your kindness and trouble, and good-day. And the voice at the other end of the wire broke off abruptly with a short laugh. 'lWell, can you beat that!', said Patricia indignantly, as she hung up the receiver. Almost in tears, she trudged through the muddy streets back to the shop. All her happy illusions, dreams of antiques-gone! Ken, reliable Ken, was waiting for her, and as he saw the dejected look with which she greeted him, asked, Are you still satisfied with being 'Independent Patricia'? If not, let's forget antique shops and bad checks. I'd like to take you into the city for dinner. Afterwards we can take in a theater, opera, or whatever you are in the mood for seeing. Come on, Pat dear. Why not?,' l'Of course, you silly boy,', murmured the remarkable Pat, her spirits again revived. Do you think I could resist such an enticing invitation?', KARIN SKOGLAND, June 1932. Waterfall Swirling, dashing, currents clashing, Halting, now, upon the brink, The streamlet rushes, unabashing, Then plunges o'er into the sink. A mist-spray rises, covering all, Making dim each outlined stone In fog-like blanket, while old Sol Peeps thru the iridescent foam. Ah, speak you of beauty unsurpassed, Of grand emotion within call? Then go you as the urge may last And look upon a waterfall. SYLVIO LAWRENCE ZANETTI, june 1931. Twenty-on THE REFLECTOR ty-t Morning From a Momffain Top Morning- Glorious, golden morning! Rebirth of life, Rebirth of Day, child of the Night. Awakening and stirring Of Woodland creatures. Sweet call of each bird for its mate. The deep green And dampness of the mossy forest- Pinnacles of achievement and beauty On which no improvement is to be made. Nature, Light and soft calls! Darkness brightens into soft gray, Gray glows forth into pale, rosy mauveg Then deepens into glowing, golden orange. A burning rim appears over the distant peak. Now, The sky is an ocean of golden maize, Shading out from the blaze of the sun. Insignificant man beholds Nature. Hidden forces Incomparable, stand out and touch his soul. On earth, Green forest harmony spattered with golden light, Sprinkled with globules of dew, Catching and reflecting Golden rays. Mountain brood- Silver liquid, Cool and clear, - Bubbles gaily forth from moss-covered rocks. Harmony- Of color, soul and life- Nature's serenade! DOROTHY BURK, June 1932 THE REFLECTOR julius Caesar M W ULIUS CAESAR came, Alexander the Great came, Maximi- 765 lian came-all three rulers of man left, but all three came to life together-and what a catastrophe their unified ar- 'Wmm rival caused! In a certain section of Germany, known as the Wupperthal, all the people-or nearly all-have their own chickens. The Holbein family had such a miniature chicken farm, as did the Reiters. The fence separ- ating the two yards had furnished the setting for many a brawl between the boys of the two families. One day in the summer of 1888, the Holbeins purchased some more chicks. Among them was one rooster of special interest to the boys, Hermann and Franz. Though only one year old, he was a good fighter, which opinion they had received from watching his first fight. The struggle lasted three minutes, in which time the one-year-old creature had conquered. 'lListen, Hermann, Fritz and Hans Reiter have a rooster they are mighty proud of. They call him a champion fighter. This rooster of ours is only one year old, but he just licked one three years older than himself, so I think we can train him and then send him against Alexander, Reiter's fighting rooster! Fine, Franz! assented the other Holbein. Now the training began. The first thing to do was to make the feathered fighter ill-tempered. If this was done, he would be so en- raged at the other roosters that he would pick a fight and, finding himself good, he'd continue until he was King of the Coop! This plan was followed. The feeding was left to the boys-that gave them a chance to give the rooster a bad temper! The first day after school in the temper-developingv season, Julius Caesar, as the fighting fowl was named, was put alone. The other barn- yard boys and girls' were fed as usual. When the food dish was sur- rounded, the Roman general was let loose. An old hen was the feathered creature between him and the dish. He leaped for the dish and landed on her back, slid off, and fell against a rooster, who was engaged in an eating free-for-allf' of which he was getting the better. Not liking Caesar's intrusion, the eater began peck- ing at the general. Such actions were not to the Roman,s liking, and consequently he got up and leaned back. His opponent understood and walked to an uunpopulated area. Caesar rushed out at the other crower and began flying at the helpless rooster and pecking at him until the boys considered it a day and separated the two. That was one rooster that would keep out of Caesar's way. As the days went by, Caesar's opponents for the 'QKing of the Coopv title became fewer, till finally they were reduced to one-Max- Twenty-three THE REFLECTOR imilian, the king for the last two years. The German Emperor was the type that let his opponent get the better of him, and then suddenly landed a blow or two that named him winner. Since the boys wanted to be sure that the German was opponent, they placed the dish before the champion and held Caesar directly behind the emperor. The German was not hungry and merely peeked the food once and walked away. When Caesar was let loose, he won as usual. The battle was, therefore, not of much interest to the boys. After a daily repetition of Maximilian's actions for four days, it was clear that another plan had to be devised to start a fight between the Roman and the German. One day Franz got an idea! He explained it to his brother, who enthusiastically agreed to try the plan. Two boxes were built, each having room for only one chicken. The boxes had sliding door fronts made of staves. Next, a small dish was made out of wood. It was one inch long and one and a half inches wide, so that only one chicken could eat from it at a time. Now all was ready! The two desired roosters were caught and one put in each box. The coops were put into the large coop, opposite each other. The regular large food dish was placed between them, and they had to look on while the other chickens ate to their hearts' content. After their meal, the non-participants in the fight were locked up in the hen-house, clearing the yard for the battle. The specially-made dish replaced the large one. When the boys assumed that both roosters had sufficient appetite, they were let loose. Maximilian was the first to reach the dish and began to eat hoggishly. Caesar desired some food, too, so he made his desires known by pecking the food-indulger's head. The German looked up, clucked, and then resumed his food partaking. Caesar was enraged by such impudent actions and peeked at the champion,s head several times. Maxie peeked back and began eating again. His scheduled opponent peeked again, and the Emperor looked up and reared. The feeling between the two was mutual-a Hght must settle the dispute! Caesar wasted no time but leaped at the suspecting German and landed on his opponentis back. Maximilian rolled away and Caesar was thrown off balance. ' The champion's honor had been abused, and now he was ready to defend it! Caesar leaped at his opponent several times and each time landed a good blow. The Emperor was getting ready for his favorite attack, and as the Roman leaped again, landed it! Right in the center of Caesar's throat! The General rolled over but picked himself up and flew at the champion again. Maximilian tried to land another such blow, but Caesar peeked the championis wing and thus disabled him. The squelched fighter slunk into a corner as the new champion flew on to a cross-bar and let out a triumphant crow! Twenty-four THE REFLECTOR Arrangements for a fight with Alexander were immediately begun. The time was the next Monday, the place, Reiter's back yard, and the conditions these: QU a ring was to be made, CZJ no one but the referee and the two roosters were to step into the ring Cpenalty, for-- feit the fightj 3 Q32 if one contestant was disabled, he would lose, or, if one contestant had been backed out of the ring three times, he would lose. Wilhelm Hoffman was chosen referee because he was thought to be least partial, since he had moved to the town only the week before. Hold your roosters in opposite corners!', cried Wilhelm. Ready? The boys nodded. uG0!rs The roosters stood staring at each other. The Roman General ad- vanced first and looked at Alexander. As he neared, the Macedonian leaped at him. Caesar was ready, and landed a blow at his opponent,s unguarded belly. Both were the type to ight to a finishf' They fought furiously. Blows were raining on both of them, neither one gaining anything, until Alexander got careless and began to leave openings, of which his opponent took advantage. These constant hard blows were beginning to show on the Macedo- nian as he backed up slowly. He tried to rush, but only landed in an- other shower of blows. Suddenly he advanced, regardless of the peeks he received, and hammered at his opponent's throat. Not liking the head attack, the Macedonian backed to free himself. Julius Caesar rushed at his enemy and peeked away with all his might. Alexander drew his head back and peeked the Roman just above the beak-a painful blow. Caesar backed and tried pecking, but Alex- ander leaped on him and knocked him down. Julius struggled, but it was futile. His opponent peeked at his throat till Caesar just clucked submissively. Then Alexander gave a victorious crow, while standing on poor Caesar. The dejected Holbeins went home with the injured battler. From day to day his temper increased as the pain of the wound stayed. Finally it began leaving, but his temper stayed. About two weeks after the first defeat the Holbeins asked for a return battle. It was granted, and the same preliminaries were gone through. This time there were bets! The four boys put all their marbles in a box, and the winning team would get them all. William called UGO! and the fight was on! Caesar wasted no time, but backed Alexander out in about two minutes. One!', called the referee. Get your fighters in the corners! This was done. i1Go!ax Another rush, and Alexander fell out again. The Macedonian's wing had been injured. Twenty-Iiv THE REFLECTOR Two for Julius Caesar, none for Alexander! The roosters were taken to corners and at Go started again. Alexander made up his mind to fight to the finish this time. He mixed blows with Caesar, but for some reason or other, Caesar's blows had more effect. Now and then Caesar would fly at his opponent, but the Macedonianis injured wing prevented his doing so. Finally Caesar stepped back and made a rush at Alexander, and in less than a minute, Alexanderis throat was bleeding. He was down under' the triumphantly crowing Julius Caesar. That night Alexander died. After school the next day all attended the simple rites on the spot where he'd fought his last battle. Even the Holbein boys were present to express their sympathy. When the boys came home, their mother had a letter to read to them. It was from their grandfather, asking them to visit him for the first two weeks of summer vacation. The lads needed no coaxing. On their arrival home a celebration dinner was on the table. Two big chickens, roasted to a crisp! 'lWhich chickens were they?', Hermann asked anxiously. Those two old lighters, their father replied. That brown year- old and the four-year-old reddish brown! Julius Caesar and Maximilian!,' gasped Franz. Then Mrs. Holbein wondered, i'Why donit you boys eat! Chickerfs your favorite dish, I thought! The truth never came out, but at a quiet ceremony the double funeral was held. What bones of the fighters the boys managed to save, they buried. ERICH HARDT, June 1932. Nocturne After dusk when the trees are black And the trail is just a silver track That cuts the dark of the woods in twain, And lighted cabin windows stain The perfect sombreness of night, And high above the stars are brightg Then who can say the woods are mute When every birch tree is a flute And brooks are minor symphonies And lakes lap rhythmic melodies, And katydids and crickets speak, And owls whirr from the mountain peak, And frogs recroak their serenades In lonely swamps and marshy glades, Why, some folks must have ears of stone To think they walk the woods alone. VERNON GROUNDS, February 1932. Twenty-six THE REFLECTOR The Serpent I l?1I'IAT,S the idea of sending us out on a night like this?,' snarled Inspector Casey, as he plodded along in company with two bobbies were answering a call sent into headquarters. The call was from Limehouse district, and stated that a French car without lights had been parked in the middle of Blackwold Road for three hours. The day was typical of London in February. It was about four in the afternoon, but darkness had already descended upon the city. A dense fog added to the disagreeable weather, and water dripped from the huddled tenements, forming pools in the street. Chinamen glided silent- ly from shelter to shelter, looking neither right nor left. I? l if Ill!! fl Sergeant Dunn. Several minutes of silence ensued. The Q7 Ill r df. Here she is,', announced Dunn, soon after they had turned into Blackwold Road. He took his note-book from his pocket and jotted down what Inspector Casey considered of importance. Mercedes car, light tan trimmed with brown, left rear fender bent. The inspector then opened the car door. With a cry he leaped back. What's this! Dunn moved so that his line of vision penetrated the interior of the darkened car. Slouched behind the wheel was a human shape. Casey struck a match, and by its aid illuminated the interior and lit the dome light in the car. Closer examination of the body revealed that it was a Chinaman. Looks as if heis done for, Dunnf, whispered Casey, Better call a Wagon. While Sergeant Dunn was hurrying to a nearby upubv to summon a patrol wagon, Casey examined the rest of the car. He found no blood or traces of violence in the car, but on the back seat was a perforated box about the size of a hat box. He lifted the box up, and as he did so a rustling sound came from within. Non-plussed, he returned the box to its former position just as Dunn appeared. Before any further investigation could be made the patrol wagon ar- rived. The Chinaman was transferred to this and taken away. Ser- geant Dunn accompanied the wagon to supervise a more thorough ex- amination of the man. Inspector Casey drove the car to the police garage and, after leaving it with orders that it should not be touched, he took the mysterious box very cautiously and headed straight for his of-- fice. He reached his oflice and settled down in his chair with the box on his desk. By the aid of the strong light of his desk lamp, he discerned a moving form beneath the perforations of the box. Inspector Casey de- cided that he had better take precautions before opening the box, so he called up his friend, Reginald Moniker, curator of the London Zoo, who had been his assistant in many previous cases. Casey explained the situa- tion to the curator, who invited Casey to come over to his residence, which adjoins the Zoo. Holding the box at arms length, Casey descend- Twenty-seven THE REFLECTOR ed the stairs. He encountered Sergeant Dunn, who was bursting with ex- citement. Come along with me and look out for this box, ordered Casey and tell me what you discovered as we walk along. He-he-heis not deadf, stuttered Dunn, as he walked along breath- lessly. 'KThey think he was only in a trance, but his mind's been af- fected and he just mutters incoherently. He was searched thoroughly, but all they could find was a telegram written in code. I sent it to Mac. He can dope it out if anyone can. What else did you find? gruffly asked Casey. What does he say? Where is he now?', We found that he has one brown and one blue eye. He just says- 'Ah Sen, Chang-sha., He also has a small mark on his right thumb. It looks like a snake bite. I left him at the hospital with a police guard. XVhere're we going, inspector? Golly, I'm hungry. I ain't had any supper yetf' Stick around, Dunn, stick around. Looks to me like we're going to have a full night. Listen, Dunn, we're headed for Moniker's, you know, the guy at the Zoo. I think something alive is in this box! Here we are, in through this gate. Hello, Casey. You and your friend come into my office here. I have facilities for taking care of your box. Put it on this table. Casey put the box on a marble table in the center of the room. Moniker placed a framework covered with wire netting over the box, and by means of a small door in the box and a long-handled knife, he cut the string tied around the box and knocked off the cover. A hissing sound came from within, and the head of a large rattlesnake showed it- self. XVell, Iill be -lv gasped Inspector Casey, and to think that I near- ly opened that box! Xvonder where the thing came from. UA very good specimen, Casey. Er-suppose I keep him for you until this thing is cleared up? Moniker spoke cautiously, with an eye for business. Good idea, Reggie, good idea. You may keep him, for the present. Come on, Dunn, we've plenty to do on this case. As Casey spoke he opened the door and, with a hearty farewell, went out into the darkness, followed by Dunn. As they walked back, Casey was lost in deep thought. However, he roused himself as they passed a restaurant, much to Dunnis gratification. They entered, and, while waiting for their order, Casey outlined his plan of action. When we get back to headquarters you beat it up to Mac's oiice. See if he's got any dope on that telegram. I,m going to look up that 'Ah Sen, Chang-sha.' Maybe it's a town. Also that two-colored eye busi- ness. Hastily they finished their meal and again headed for headquarters. Here we are, Dunn, see you laterlv Twenty-eight J THE REFLECTOR They separated, and Casey went up to his ofhce. He got out a book of maps and turned to China. He found Chang-sha on a tributary of the Yangtze River, about five hundred miles from Nanking. Casey called up the police doctor, asked whether having two different colored eyes was hereditary, and received an afhrmative answer. Next, he sent a cablegram to the British Consul at Nanking inquiring about Chang-sha, a missing person by name of Ah Sen who belongs to a family which has one brown and one blue eye, and if any Oriental poison is known which stops the heart action for a few hours, and how this poison is adminis- tered. Dunn entered just as Casey was hanging up the receiver of the telephone. He spoke at once. Nothing yet. Mac exhausted all his methods of solving the mes- sage except the one, two, three, four. You know that one. He gave me the telegram. Thought you and I could dope it out. Mac Went home. Said if the one, two, three didn't work to call him up.', l'Well, all we can do is to have a try at it. Sit down there, Dunn, and let me have the telegram. You can make a copy of it and we will work separately. Here's some paper. Huh, it's from Nanking. Iill read it to you.', This is what Casey saw on the familiar yellow blank before him: TOME MADE RAKE HERE. IS AT. TEAR MOP. SAM. SAUL. VIVIAN BULL KILLED BUTCH CATARET MORNING JONSONIA CONSERVATORY. SWASTICA. TWIST BEND BELL WIRE BRINGING HORROR AETERXVARD LOLLILOP AL- LELUIAH. JOIN BOB TERMONT. CAN SAIL SURE SUAVE MATTER BEARER. ALL STAND. NOW TELL MOWER. YELL YOUR THROAT BARK. FRED SOWED BARLEY. OMELET BREAD FED VEGETABLES STEER STAKES. SWASTICA. TEN CHAINS CREAKED. SWIM HERE EOR REAP HARVEST EN- TWINED GUILLOTINE. Say Dunn, just what are the characteristics of the One, two, three, four. I'm a little hazy on it at present. Well, inspector, each group of words separated by a period should denote one word of the message. A word that is used more than once alone usually denotes the end of a sentence. Now take one group of words in the message. The second letter of the second word is the second letter of the word in the message, and so on. Now let's try it on this one. It may run according to form, and then again we may have the Wrong method altogether. Inspector Casey copied the message onto a piece of paper and then underlined the first letter of the first word, the second letter of the second, etc., until it looked like this: TOM MADE RAKE HERE. IS AT. TEAR MOP. SAUL, VIVIAN BULL KILLED BUTCH CARTARET MORNING ,TON- SONIA CONSERVATORY. SWASTICA. TWIST BEND BELL WIRE BRINGING HORROR AFTERWARD LOLLILOI3 ALLE- Twenty-nine THE REFLECTOR LUIAH. JOIN BOB TREMONT. CAN SAIL SURE SUAVE MAT- TER BEARER. ALL STAND. NOW TELL MOWER. YELL YOUR THRAT BARK. FRED SOWED BARLEY. OMELET BREAD FED VEGETABLES STEER STEAKS. SWATISCA. TEN CHAINS CREAKED. SWIM HERE FOR REAP HARVEST EN- TWINED GUILLOTINE. He then collected the letters and they formed this message: TAKE IT TO S. S. VULCANIA. TELEGRAPI-I JOE CARVER AT NEW YORK FOR ORDERS. THE SERPENT. I've got something here, Dunn. It makes sense except for the last part. Listen while I read it. He read the message eagerly. That must be right, Casey. I got the Hrst sentence the same as that. But what is the 'it?' Maybe it's the snake. And what is the Serpent? I think maybe that's the name of the leader of a gang. He may be in China. That reference to Joe Carver in New York makes it look like an international affair. I'm going to send a follow-up cable to Nanking, asking if any gang with a leader by that name has been working there. Come to think of it, Casey, that Chink had a little green serpent tattooed on his left shoulder. Maybe it's the sign of some secret organiza- tion. Casey sent the cable, adding that the serpent might be the insignia of some organization. He then had an inspiration. l'Listen, Dunn, I think Iill send a telegram to this Joe Carver in New York and sign it Ah Sen. I can tell him to send the return to one of the Constable's houses. I'l1 try and squeeze as much information as pos- sible from him without exciting his suspicions. XVe might discover some- thing, and I don't think much can be lostf, Following this, Inspector Casey dispatched a telegram to Joe Carver, asking for further instructions. He also asked whom he should give the snake to on board the Vulcania. This message was sent in the same code as the one which was found on the Chinaman. Guess that's all for tonight, Dunn. I want to have a look at that Chink first thing in the morning. Those telegrams ought to be here by that time with some information. Casey locked up his safe and the two men departed for their re- spective homes. It was about ten o'clock when Casey arrived home. He went straight to bed, hoping to get a good night's rest. The fates destined otherwise, however, and he lay restlessly in bed for two hours. Finally he decided to go back to the ofhce. The telegrams might be there, and if so, he could plan his course of action before morning. Casey entered the building, spoke to the officer in charge of the desk, and went up to his office. He entered and, as he was about to switch on the light, his attention was drawn to the window by a slight sound. A Thirty THE REFLECTOR dark shape, vaguely resembling a human form, loomed up. Casey pressed himself against the wall and waited. The shape slowly raised the window, stepped inside the room, and moved toward the desk. At that moment Casey leaped. He landed atop the form, which he now discerned as being that of a man, and bore him to the floor. A brief scrimmage fol- lowed, during which Casey felt a sharp edge slash through his clothing into his shoulder. He gained an advantage over his adversary just as two policemen came into the room and switched on the light. The policemen, who had been alarmed by the sounds of violence which had come down to them from above, grabbed the struggling stranger. Casey rose to a sitting position and surveyed the scene before him. Between the two burly policemen was a quivering Chinaman. XVho are you? What do you want? questioned Casey in a trem- ulous voice. Shaking in every limb, the Chinaman replied, Me Sam Long. I lookie Ah Sen's telegram. Take him down and lock him up, boys. I'1l see him later. But wait! Take his coat and shirt off, I want to see his left shoulder. Ha, just as I thought. Thereis another one of those little green serpents. Set him down and watch him, boys. I want to question him now.., The Chinaman was placed in a chair facing the inspector, and one policeman stood on each side of him. He hastened to replace his clothing, as though he wished to cover the tattoo. 'QNOW listen, Chink, you had better tell me the truth or it will go hard with you for breaking this window. Yes, insplector, I tellie tluthf' Does thatf' asked Casey, pointing to the Chinaman's shoulder, uin- dicate that you belong to some secret organization?,' Yes What's the name of the organization? The Ancient and Honorable Order of the Serpentf' Are you and this man we picked up acquainted? Yes, What's his name? Ah Sen. Are you two the London represenatives of this organization? Yes, W7hat does your organization specialize in doing?,' Smuggling dope into the United States. Was that what Ah Sen was to take to someone on the Vulcania? Yes.,' Where did he have the dope concealed? The dope was secleted in box that held snakef, Who was he to give it to? Ronald Hope, in Stateroom 7S6.,' Who's Joe Carver in New York? Thirty-on THE REFLIICTOR rc He,s our New York agent. Has your organization any chief in China? Yes, he called the Serpentf, Has your organization any enemies who try to ruin your trade?,' Yes, the Twayondsg they tly to kill us by poison. I think that's what Ah Sen got. He must be dead by now. Tell me, where is he? 'lNever mind about Ah Sen. You'll see him later. Did you ever see anyone who had been poisoned like this? Does it leave any mark? The man is usually poisoned in the hand by a needle. It leaves a little markf' W'as Ah Sen left-handed? Yes u zz ee uThat's all for now. Ah Sen,s in the police hospital. I want you to go with me to see him in the morning. His mind has been affected and he does not talk coherently. Maybe if you speak to him in Chinese he'll give us some information. You better stay here until morning. The boys downstairs will fix you up. With a wave of his hand Casey dismissed them. He turned to his desk just as the telephone rang. It proved to be the constable whose ad- dress Casey had given to Joe Carver. The constable, who had been told beforehand that he would receive a telegram which would not make sense, told Casey that the telegram had come. Casey asked him to read it, being careful to tell him whenever a period occurred. Casey took down the message, used the same method as before, and got the following message: TAKE SNAKE TO RONALD HOPE IN STATEROOM SEVEN FIFTY SIX. THEN YOU AND SAM LONG GO TO PARIS TO SIXTY FIVE RUE CHATEAU. YOU WILL MEET THE SER- PENT'S FIRST ASSISTANT WHO NVILL TELL YOU OF OUR NEXT JOB. JOE CARVER. uWell, this proves one thing, that the Chink has been telling the truth. I think from this that we'll be able to get the whole gang. Casey took up his telephone. He spoke to the officer at the desk, ordering him to arrest Ronald Hope, in Stateroom 756, S.S. Vulcania, as soon as possible. A knock came at the door. Come in, called the inspector. A policeman entered, bearing a telegram. He handed it to Casey and left the room. Casey tore open the envelope and took out the blank. It was from Nanking. It stated that Chang-sha was the headquarters of a gang which has a serpent for an insignia. Five years ago Ah Sen, a member of the Royal family which has one brown and one blue eye, was captured by this gang because he tried to interfere with their plans. He has not been heard from since. The telegram stated further that the members of the gang have a small serpent tattooed on their left shoulder, and that many men with this marking had recently been killed by a native poison called Paga, which is injected through a needle. Plans were afoot, Thirtyatwo THE REFLECTOR the message said, to raid the stronghold of this gang at Chang-sha and cap- ture the chief, called the Serpent. Suddenly Casey felt dizzy. He glanced down at his shoulder and saw that the arm of his coat was saturated with blood. He rose to his feet and stumbled down stairs to secure aid. The policemen fixed up his wound and laid him down on a cot. Casey went to sleep, and when he awoke, sunlight was streaming through the Window. He rose hastily and went out to a restaurant to have his breakfast. While he was eating, he passed the preceding events through his mind. When he arrived back at the station he found out that Ronald Hope had been arrested. He Went up to his office and found another telegram on his desk. It was from Nanking. It stated that the gang stronghold had been raided and by much torture, it had been learned from the sub- ordinates that Were arrested, that their leader was traveling in the West under the name of Ronald Hope. Immediately, Casey realized that he had the solution of the mystery at his fingertips. He gave up the idea of going to Paris to arrest the French agents, and sent a telegram instead, requesting that the Paris gendarmes detain all people found at 65 Rue Chateau. At this time Sergeant Dunn arrived. He was quickly informed of the night's happenings and Was dispatched to the police hospital, to- gether with Sam Long, to see if any information could be procured from Ah Sen. After Dunn had departed Casey ordered Hope brought up. He proved to be a Chinaman, but very much better educated than Sam Long. He was accompanied by two policemen, who stood guard over him while he was being examined. Are you called The Serpent, the head of The Ancient and Honor- able Order of the Serpent? Yes, sir.', it Are Ah Sen and Sam Long in your employ? Yes, sirf' Do you smuggle dope into the United States? Yes, sir.', .Q u What do the Twayonds do, besides making war on your gang? They do nothing. The leader of the Twayonds has sworn ven- geance against me for kidnapping a member of the Royal family, Ah Sen. If our organization should break up and Ah Sen is sent back, the Twa- yonds will disbandf' That's all, lock him up again, boys. When Hope had gone, Casey began writing his report to Scotland Yard. He was so absorbed in his task that he did not hear Dunn enter. Dunn started to speak, and gained Casey's attention. He made his re- port, stating that Sam Long's presence had stimulated Ah Sen,s mind. He told him in Chinese that a policeman had stopped the car and handed him me Thirty-three THE REFLECTOR a ticket for speeding. When Ah Sen reached out to take it, a needle was jabbed into his hand and the man vanished. Luckily, the man had, in haste, thrust the needle completely through Ah Sen's hand, and most of the poison had been shot onto his clothing. He remembered no more until he woke up in the police hospital. To round out his report, Casey took apart the box which had contained the snake and found a large quan- tity of dope. Well, Dunn, I guess we,ve solved the case. I suppose we'll have to send Ah Sen back to China, but believe me, the rest of this gang will get all thatis coming to themf' WALTER NUTT, JR., June 1932. A Toast to fire Cariblvean Parakeets and sunlir streets, A surging, wave-strewn shore. Worldly men, and all with a yen For power and blood galore. Bubbling tar and blistered spars Cn ships from every sea. Cotton bales, and kegs of ale, And sharks down off the key. Murder done or battles Won For the price of a drink down here. The rocks and surf earn a muttered curse And the sunrise turns to a glare. Drink to the heat While you,re on your feet, And here's to the day that's long. Tonight youyll yearn with a heart that burns For a home and a mother's song. But you're down here now on a creepin' scow, And you won't get back for a while. So drink a toast to the Caribbean And smile, blast you, smile! L. R. LALLY, February 1932. Th ty f THE REFLECTOR Wa11i1zg Moon Drowse away on ocean's breast Wfhile ocean rocks the stars to rest, Sleepy moon. Snuggle till your world-worn head Rests on ocean's trundle-bed, Sleepy moon. Drowse, for on your heels dawn crowds Ere ocean tucks you into clouds, Sleepy moon. Sleep while oceanys lullaby Softly sings you from the sky, Sleepy moon. VERNON GROUNDS, February 1932 Solitude I know a place where the sleek trout run, Where the great green pines form a shield from the sun, Where the bright green ferns nod their tousled heads, Where bright, shiny stones form the river beds. I know a place where the sleek trout run, Where the Indian pipes grow out of the sun, Where the giant trees wave with the slightest breeze, Where one is awed by what he sees. N. PEDERSEN, February 19 3 2 A pri! Oh, April, you're a merry maid, With primrose gown about you laid, Prettier far than March's cloak of snow, And the tears she brings when her wild winds blow. Your shinging eyes of Crocus blue Capture the hearts of all 'round you. With your dancing feet, the sunshine in your hair, April, April, was ever a maid more fair? IRIS BROWNLEE, February 1933 Thirty-Ev THE REFLECTOR Love Throughout the Ages F course we don't know how Adam made Love to Eve, but I Wouldn't risk my very perfectly good neck by putting my ideas on the subject down here. Then there were Cleo and Tony. Oh, boy! What a woman! Snakes, poisons and so on meant nothing in her not so young life-and what she didn't do to poor Tony, unprotected and alone amidst those charms and fascinations. Nevertheless, Cleo in all her glory wasn,t arrayed like Adam or Eve-at least-not quite. We might, in the course of this review, take into consideration Sir Walter Raleigh and Queen Lizzy. You know, I never could see what she saw in him Qnaturally I couldn't live that longj. Personally, I think she rather liked him, but I don't think he was exactly crazy over her. just a chivalrous knight who kept on the right side of the swinging door. This political question, you know. In the case of Miles Standish and Priscilla, we have an example of the chance you take in letting someone else woo your secret passion. In the good old days a proposal might have gone something to this effect: K'Ahem! Miss Wayne, I have something of extreme importance to talk over with youf' Yes, Mr. Davis. XYfell, ahem! you see I've never done this sort of thing before, but the fact is that I should like to inquire as to whether you would accept the honor of becoming my wife. I-Iave you asked father? uWhy, surely you don't think I would ask you before I had asked your father. No, no, of course not. XVell, Ann-I may call you Ann, may I not-yes, well, shall we consider the matter closed? Yes? Very well. I suppose it,s all right for me to kiss you now since we are engaged. A modern one might be like this: Say, Ann, come over here in the hammock a minute. Isn't that a gorgeous moon?,' Yes, but hurry up and tell me what you wanted to because I have the next dance with Billf, Well, what say, we send our laundry in the same bag?', 'lOkay by me, Bob, but have you said anything to Dad about this? Say, I'm marrying you, not your Dad. Give us a kiss, huh? D. PORTER, February 1933. Thirty-six THE REFLECTOR Orange 7 US I4 was sunset when I arrived at Orange one beautiful evening. I l I This principality was once the capitol of Cavares at the time of the Gaulsg it then became a Roman colony. In this old city is situated the ancient Roman Amphitheatre built by the Romans. I was going to see the Roman play, Alceste. I stood before this gigantic building, the front of which resembled a large rectangular block of rock out of which many doors were cut. I followed the people who were entering a side door. Before me stood rows of stairs which I was to climb. They were badly worn where people have constantly walked on them for so many centuries. I was pensive, and I pictured people in togas and tunics walking before me with scripts in hand. I arrived at the top floor, which was but an enormous corridor full of sand and bits of stone where erosion had caused the stone to Wear away. Going out through an arched door I came upon a picturesque scene. It was a stage in front of a high walk, and there were rows and rows of stairs rounded out to an oval shape, on which sat hundreds of people, and in the back- ground were enormous racks on which the statute of the Madonna and a few trees here and there stood. I went down the stairs very slowly, looking to all sides. As I reached my seat the moon was shining and sending down its golden beams on the whole theatre. I turned to the stage, which had no decorations whatso- ever but the old wall and two old fig trees. It was completely dark eX- cept for the moonlight. I sat down. My head was but a whirlpool of thoughts. Suddenly, the call of trumpets woke me up and sent chills through my whole body when the actors in Roman clothing appeared. I again closed my eyes and thought myself living and taking part in the Roman life. Vague pictures swam through my head. This light became dimmer and the music was sweet. I turned around to see these hundreds of people sitting on these same old stairs. Were these Romans? No, just phantoms. I opened my eyes wideg yes, it was but a dream. Why have centuries flown past so quickly that I have not had the opportunity to see these great people? If stones had eyes they would have seen all the people from ever so many centuries, but we have never seen them and never shall. E. TAVERNON, June 1933. Th ty THE REFLECTOR A11 Old Water jug As I gaze at the beautiful flowing lines of the dusty water jug, many old romantic scenes blot out its ancient appearance. Its delicately inlaid brass work of intricate design is now tarnished and mellowed by the aging of many centuries, perhaps, but age cannot detract from the soft con- tours and figurations that it holds for the eye. NOW I am in the ancient and colorful days of old Egypt. A ma- jestic Pharaoh in all of his gorgeous trappings reclines on his diamond- studded divan and thirsts. All of the sweetest tasting concoctions in his kingdom cannot take the place of the draught of sparkling, crystal water. He raises his royal hand, beckons for a jug of that magic life-giving fluid. Immediately a jug-my jug!-is raised to his proud lips, and he drinks deeply. A Pharaoh of ancient Egypt is holding my old jug with his jewel- bedecked fingers, and is drinking from its slim neck. The scene fades, and I lift up the jug and invert it to see if it holds a tell-tale drop from that fantastic dream. On the bottom of it I recog- nize an inscription that sends a strange thrill through me-Q'Made in Ho- bokenf' WALTER FIELDHOUSE, February 1932. The Brook and the Stream The brook came down from the hillside, Down from the forests old, Running over the silver sands, And over the rocks of gold. Twisting and twirling among the rocks, The happy brooklet flows, Singing a merry and carefree song, As down to the sea it goes. Far away on a craggy mountain, There rolls a thundering stream. Now, washing over the rocks and the sand, Now, calm in the sunlight's gleam. Now, surging on, as a wild boar, Hurling foam and spray, Down to the sea, the charger goes . Devouring all in its way. And the brooklet has met the stream, Though they flow so wide apart, And has filled with its freshness and sweetness, That turbulent, angry heart. PETER BOXVINIAN, February 193 3. Thin?-e gh! THE REFLECTOR Romance Through Books It has taken me a long time to find out that I can easily fulfill some of my desires. I have discovered that I can have romance, adventure, and love through books. They are the only means by which I may have them yet. And so books mean a great deal to me, because they bring almost everything I have ever wanted to my threshold. Travel! Now there's a subject that interests me. Richard Halli- burton, in The Royal Road to Romancef, has brought the Orient to me in a very picturesque Way. Even now, as I write, I see the Taj Mahal rise pure and white and lovely before me. Taj Mahal the beautiful tomb of a beloved queen. I feel the magic spell of night. I see the mystic shadows on the walls. I hear the clear, cool ruflle of the Water in the pools. All this I can have-for the mere turning of a page. Louise Jordon Milire, in Q'Rice, has given a clear characterization of the people of China-poor, lowly people, who nevertheless are always aware of the beauty of life. How I should like to visit China, the land of beauty, mystery and romance. Very often I have wondered what the generation before me was like. Were they like me? Did they want to do great things or travel far? The Great Meadow, by Elizabeth Robert Maddox, told me all these things. It took me on trails of hardship, toil, and sorrow. It told me of a race of peoplje who had much less in their lives to make them comfort- able or happy than We have, but who nevertheless went bravely on, blazing trails for us to follow. I may get my romance second hand, but I think it better that way than not at all. How many times have I dwelt in unknown regions! I see myself in a fair castle, with gaudy banners floating overhead. I see Knights and Ladies dressed in flowery silks and satins. I am not a mere spectator, but a queen. So, when I am feeling dull and stupid, or when everything goes Wrong, I visit imaginary realms of delight, where life is bright and gay with many colors. R0sE POLLAK, February 1933. Trees Trees see themselves growing older as the years go by, And spread their lofty branches to the sky. Trees are not envious of youth- They lean nearer to the water as the years go by, And see themselves reflected and serene Upon the blue reflection of the sky, And see their shadows when the sun has set. They make a purple blossoming on the ground, Like a more vast, more fragrant flower, Than all the fragrant blossoms of Spring. F. BOROWSKI, June 1933. Thirty-nine THE REFLECTOR johnny and His Whistle G0 Wild gf away, boy! grunted Jackson. lim not teaching a pri- mary school! This is an important telegraph oi'Hce. ' Johnny Fredrickson was leaning wistfully over che low rail of the small, unpainted, ramshackle telegraph office of ' ' ' the small seaport, Jackettstown, in Maine. He was a slender, restless boy about fourteen years old. If any one wanted Johnny for an errand, he always knew where to find him, for he was always around the telegraph office. Now there he showed an eagerness in his interest in relegraphy as he pleaded with the operator. Honest, Mr. Jackson, I really do know all the Morse code. Please wonlt you see if this isn't right? Now listenf, Johnny drew an old battered pen knife from his pocket and began to beat queer little short taps on the old wooden railing. These are the A. B. Cfsf, Then he began again by starting to spell small words, as run, help, call, act, rat, tell. Mr. Jackson at the telegraph instrument just sniffed. Where did you get that stuff from anyway? he asked with a rough and almost dis- gusted voice. Johnny's face fell. ulsnit it correctf, he asked, his voice faltering so that he could scarcely talk. Jackson laughed a little. 'QRight? Oh! yea, it's right. I guess it really isn't telegraphy at all. The first thing, itls too slow. The second thing, it's hard to under-- stand, because of its slowness, and thirdly, it ainlt how we do it here. Why, kid, there are calls, and signs, and short cuts that would bawl you up and take your breath away. That thing you just tampered out is just baby talk compared to this. Where did you learn that stuff from, anyhow? Out of some old telegraph hand book? Why, I'l1 bet a quarter that you have the book in your pocket this minute. Throw that thing away and beat it, for you,re wasting my time as well as yours. Johnny blushed and moved his feet uneasily. Then after quite a few minutes of silence, he turned and shuffled out of the oihce. He wondered how jackson knew that he had a little book on telegraphy that he had found in a dusty corner of his grandmotheris attic. This book, though long out of date, was his prize possession, and he carried it from day to day and studied it with more patience than a schoolboy studying text- books in school. Johnny had plenty of time to himself, for his father kept the Madison Light House, a sturdy little white tower, situated about a mile from ,Iackettstown near the mainland. After his daily tasks were done, there was nothing for Johnny to do except seat himself in some nook in the rocks and study the cherished little hand book on telegraphy. Patiently he memorized all the puzzling short and long taps, and sitting on a Furry THE REFLECTOR boulder he set to work tapping out fantastic messages with the rounded rocks which he found. Now he could hammer his way through almost any sort of sentence. Though every day johnny was at the telegraph office he could not understand a message. In vain he listened to the tapping of the telegraph set, but he could not understand the message any more than a beginner in German could understand an argument between two excited Germans, One thing, if Mr. Jackson would only be willing to go slow with some of the messages so that his ear would catch the tap of the instru- ment, he would be able to understand them. Though johnny stayed around the oflice every day, Mr. jackson paid no attention to him except to ridicule and to laugh at him. To be ridiculed and laughed at was the worst medicine johnny could take. Gloomily he went down the street. He paid no attention to Red Johnson's information about a boat coming in at the dock with two strange boys on it. He didnit pause to watch a dog iight in front of the hotel. The day was miserable. A thick fog swept down the street driven by a raw wind, the kind of fog and wind only a Main summer would pro- duce. Dimly at the end of the wet wharf, johnny could see the smoke- stack of the Mary Ann, that was tied up from the noon trip and still under full steam.. The dull whistle of the fog horn and the moan of the bell-buoy came at intervals from Black Rock Ledge. Johnny walked down the dark road that wound between the dark, fog-silvered spruces, in a gloomy mood. The tracks of the wheels were full of water and the wet grass made his feet damp and chilly. It was a dismal day, and Johnny was dismal, too. What was the good of trying to do anything, for no one took an interest in him anyway. When he reached home he did not find any encouragement. His father and mother stood waiting on the porch of their house. Amit you ever coming? impatiently shouted his father, for johnny should have been home early on a foggy day like this. Here weive been waiting and standing nearly a half hour for you. I could wager a quarter that you have been at Jacksorfs place again. I don't see why you go there, he don't want you anyhow. Furthermore, you better hurry down to the whistle-house and see that the whistle keeps a'blowing. Mother and I Won't be back until late noon, for we are going to town on business. Keep the fire up, Johnf, his father turned around and shouted. uAlso see that the water does not run too low, and keep the steam up. Donit you go day dreaming or start your confounded tapping, for the whistle has to blow regular or else I'll have to know why it didn't. And you know the consequences of not obeying orders in a fog like this.', Mr. and Mrs. Fredrickson picked their way through the wet grass down to where the dory was tied to the dock near the light house. There Fortyfane THE REFLECTOR was a splash and a click of oars as his mother and father pushed off. Then Johnny realized that he was alone. He did not go at once to the whistle-house, for the whistle did not need any attention at present, but walked off to the edge of the rocks. There he sat down and watched the bluebells waving idly in the wind, and the great gray swells looming out of the dense cold fog. The fog was not a steady one, but rolled and lifted and settled in masses as the wind blew. Now and then johnny could see the seaweed bobbing up and down among the rocks, then he could see the large breakers rolling in, and once he saw the waves dashing against the treacherous Black Rock Ledge. Sometimes he caught a glimpse of the red bell-buoy as it bobbed up and down in the waves, marking off shoals that went seaward. Some- times he thought he saw the White surf on Porcupine Ridge. Then again the fog would at once come in and settle down, as the steam of the whistle drifted beside him, and he could see no more. There he sat and pondered, dreaming that it was of no use. Why wouldn,t people help a fellow who would try, and try his very best? Wasn't there any way? He lapsed, in spite of his father,s Warning, into half a daze. His eyes were still looking through the fog, but somehow he was looking into blank space and seeing nothing. The fog, driven by a sudden gust of wind, lifted, and Johnny could see the surf rolling at Porcupine Ridge. Johnny sat up straight. Was he seeing things? Close inside the red bouy, between it and Black Rock Ledge, right near the worst of the shoals and sandbars, there came a small sloop yacht, with all its sails up. Her polished decks were covered with black figures. The lift of the fog disclosed the boatis peril, and the people on deck. As they ran back and forth, the direction of the boat was changed con- stantly. Was it too late? Could this small yacht escape in time to avoid disaster? ' For an instant the yacht was rolling on the waves. Then it seemed as though it was standing still. Then with the swiftness of sea happen- ings, the end came. Near the red buoy a large wave rolled, a breaker lashed in fury. It lifted the small sloop yacht, seized and hurled it. Johnny saw the yacht crash broadside on. lt landed sideways against the jagged rocks of the ledge, and then, crushed and splintered, it fell and vanished in the white foaming sea. As he watched closely he saw tiny figures crawling up upon the Black Rock, some struggling in the waves so as to catch hold of the jagged points. Two had gained the rock. johnny saw them as the waves broke over them. He saw them signaling to others. He saw them stretch out their hands to catch others that struggled in the sucking waves. Then the curtain of fog came down as a gust of wind blew, and Johnny could see no more. For a moment johnny stood very stillg in fact, motionless. He then realized that the tide was rising with such rapidity that no one could Forty-two THE REFLECTOR cling to that rock in such a swell as this very long. Help must come swiftly or else everyone would be drowned. What was the thing he could do? There was no telephone in the lighthouse. It was a mile to town, and by the time he ran that distance it would be too late and they would have perished. The dory was gone, for his father and mother had taken it. The large boat was there, but he could not launch it. Even if he did launch it he could not pull it against those bucking waves in a sea like that. As a flash of lightning goes through the sky, Johnny got an idea- the whistle. W'ith it he could call help. He sprang to the whistle, took a Wrench, and unfastened the nut that Worked the automatic machine. Then he found the hand lever and fastened it on. He realized that if he blew long enough help would come-but by land. Why should time be lost by land when the Mary Ann lay with full steam up? He had the idea! The Morse code. Mr. Jackson would understand, anyway, and even if he didn,t, help would come, and nothing would be lost. He seized the lever. For an instant the whole Morse code whirled in his mind. Had he forgotten it? Slowly it took form, bit by bit it took shape, blast by blast he worked the whistle. He tried long roaring cries, then staccatto barks. At last he spelled out his message, very slowly. He knew nothing of the ways used in calling by telegraphy, but just blasted the words- Wreck on Black Rock, Send Mary Ann, Send Help, Men Drowning. Again and again the whistle sounded, uXVreck on Rock, Send Help, Send Mary Ann, Come Quick. Again and again, over and over, Johnny repeated this call till he was exhausted, his ears ringing from the blasts of the whistle and his face dirty from perspiration as he stood in the whistle-house working the lever. Captain Fredrickson, Johnny's father, was standing on the old plank wharf talking with Captain Johnson about some matter of business. XVho is the crazy fool tending that whistle over there? cried Cap- tain johnson with rage. Doesn't he know that the whistle could be blown out, and furthermore the whistle on the house is not in the best of shape anyhowf' Captain Fredrickson flushed with embarrassment, and confessed that his son, Johnny, was tending the whistle. He said he was sorry that he had to let Johnny tend to the whistle, but he had had to come to town on business. Johnny's father, still embarrassed, determined to give Johnny a sound spanking when he got home for not obeying him. Captain Johnson and Captain Fredrickson stopped talking. The whistle ceased, and there arose instead an excited babble of talk. Captain Fredrickson for an instant stood fixed in horror. He's gone crazy, he cried. We must stop himf' He set off down the wharf, Captain johnson following him, but as they got to the head of it they were stopped. Half of the population of the village were running in wild excitement. Never in all the history of Forty-three THE REFLECTOR the village had there been such excitement, such tumult, such shouting. It's firef, cried one. The boiler bursted, suggested another. Johnny's gone stark madf' cried a third. A few had already started to run at full speed down the muddy road to the whistle-house. Captain Fredrickson pushed his way through the vast and thick crowd. Whalen,,' he cried, I'11 take your rig. I can't waste a minute. He ran as fast as he could to hitch Whalen,s horse. He gathered the reins and was about to spring into the seat of the rig, but just as his foot reached the step there came a wild shout from the crowd of people of the village. Down the street, bareheaded, wide-eyed, slipping, scrambling, plung- ing down the stony slope, with wild waving arms, and open mouth that gasped for breath, came Mr. jackson, the telegraph operator. He pointed down the wharf where the Mary Ann lay. Quick! Hurry! Run! he gasped. The Mary Ann. There's a wreck on the Rock. They're drown- ing. Hurryla' He could say no more, but fell down exhausted. The crowd had turned in an instant, while Mr. jackson stammered out to the listening throng of people the message of Johnny. Captain Johnson had already sprung to the wheel of the Mary Ann and ready hands snatched the lines from the cleats on the wharf. Then, with a shrill whistle, a wild answer to the tumult of the fog siren, the steamer shot out of sight into the driv- ing mist, steaming straight for her mark, the Black Rock Ledge. It arrived just in time. One man had already perished in the first crash of the wreck. The others had won their way to the surf-beaten and jagged rock of the Black Rock Ledge, where they sustained their hope by that wild whistling sound near the light-house. They had clung desperately till they heard the bellow of the horn on the Mary Ann. This story may still be explained if you go into the office of the Jackettstown telegraph office, where you will find a slender boy bending meekly over a clicking telegraph instrument, sending and receiving mes- sages while Mr. Jackson explains to him the mysteries of the instrument. His tale will also include how the town awarded Johnny with medals and a great celebration. It also decided that Johnny should learn tele- graphic work, and that a new whistle be placed on the Whistle-house and the old one kept as a memory of the first wreck on Black Rock Ledge. It was heard that Mr. Jackson said to Captain Fredrickson, in an informal discussion, A young boy that will use a Morse code on a steam whistle has the right stuff in him, and 1,11 see it ain't wasted on any of those fool manuals. Maybe I can teach him something more about telegraphy than he could learn in a book, even if I ain't a Complete Telegrapher in Ten Lessons. HARRY HOOK, June 1932. Forty-four THE R1 FLECTOR THE REFLECTOR The Advantages of a College Education QAn Interview with Superintendent Smithj OST people regard Mr. Smith as the soul of efficiency, others X know him as a lover of the classics. One afternoon last term it was our pleasure to discover his dual personality in a new setting -his own office. We were welcomed with the cordial geniality which Superintendent Smith accords all visitors except the ones who-well, you know what we mean. Tall and serious, with dark hair, a stern face, and the brow of a thinker, Mr. Smith makes an impressive, imposing appearance, which well-befits his per- sonality and posi- tion of importance. What do you intend to do when you leave h i g li school? he asked abruptly as soon as we announced the purpose of our visit. W-w - why, we spluttered, won- dering who was do- ing the interview- ing, Uweyre going to collegef' Well,u he ex- claimed, t h a t ' s line. I'm thinking of that period after the Wo r l d War when students went trooping back to college. Many won- dered why. One of the ex-service men, in the language of the street, explain- ed his reason. 'Be- cause we college men saw that We had the jump on the others.' The soldiers returned to colleges because they had witnessed that trained intelligence, deepened insight, and instructed conscience can accomplish more than massed brute strength-on the land, in the air, or under the sea-can achieve in half a century. Every railroad corporation, bank, newspaper, and manufacturing enterprise, he argued, is looking for trained men and women to do its important work-trained not so much in a vocational sense, but more so in a liberal way. A liberal education releases the mind from ignorance, prejudice, partisanship, emancipates the will, stimulates the imagination, broadens the sympathies, and makes the student, in a real sense, a citizen of the world. Yes, we interrupted, 'ibut people donit go to college to receive only a liberal educationg they want to know how to apply their knowl- edge. That's the part the professors usually leave outf, His eyes narrowed, as if in thought, but in a moment they sparkled again, he seemed to be enjoying the argument. That all depends on the man. The schoolboy studying Caesar may say: :What possible difference does it make Whether that queer looking verb is in the subjunctive or indicative? None at all, if the mere form is all you are after. But does it make no difference whether you can look into a man's mind through the words he puts on paper? Does it make no Forty-six THE REFLECTOR difference whether Caesar said he had conquered the Germans, or that he might have conquered them? Later the schoolboy might be a lawyer in- terpreting a clause in a contract, or he might even be in the Supreme Court interpreting a constitution whose smallest phrase vitally af- fects a hundred million people. Then he will need that insight into other menis minds, that appreciation of institutions and their develop- ment, that capacity to infer and to conclude only a true liberal education can give?,' Again we stopped him. We formulated a question with which we intended to puzzle even his intelligence: What can man do with knowl- edge he gathers? Smilingly he repeated the question, What can a man do with the knowledge he gathers? In college you scan the various courses which will be most useful. We have no reason to be afraid of the word useful. A man who merely accumulates knowledge as a miser is an encumbrance to his generation. I recall a student at a famous American University who had elected a course in the religion of the ancient Persians, in which he had not the slightest interest, merely in order to fill out the required num- ber of hours in his schedule. Two years after graduation he became the agent of an exporting firm and was sent to Bombay, where he met the famous and wealthy colony of Parsees, who still hold to the religion of Zoroaster, the great Persian teacher. They were delighted to discover an American who had some knowledge of their traditions and understood their point of view. In a few years the American had built up a large eastern trade-as a result of his undesired coarse in the religion of ancient Persiaf' Again we broke in. What type of man should the educated man of today be? The educated man should be a man of action and influence. The romance of chivalry has given place to the poetry of steam and electricityg democracy is teaching wealth and position the dignity of labor, psycholo- gy shows action to be the consummate flower of thought and feeling, lit- erature illustrates the gospel of effort, and religion reaffirms the doctrine that faith without works is dead. Gathering our wits after this learned outburst we fired a final ques- tion. What advantages has the educated youth of today over that of former generations? The educated youth of today has every reason to thank the stars under which he was hornf, was the reply. He is heir to the accumulated stores of knowledge of the civilized-the poetry and art of Greece, the laws and institutions of Rome, the growth of Christianity, and the achievements of modern science and invention. The telephone in the outer office jangled sharply. It was time for us to go. With fervent thanks and hasty adieus we made our departure, positive that superintendents are not only models of efliciency but friendly human beings as well. ROBERT LYNYAK, June 1931. KARIN SKOGLUND, june 1932. Forty-seven :J THE REFLECTOR Hu -HUMQIEAN uAR '-1' 5' fag A-R3 LL E h 5-ll:-.NuAR'-c 115 0- ,' E V, lxisfk x x uf v - :stew 19 ' 1 fv-0 ewws No ans , K 2 f ou' Lx 1 E. V TN ,H V x. p,uCU CN. 5ANuAt-114 2 'Z z rm ff-A 1 I v if f fo p I .n-.em -.. m4.5.:.:.:..:. EN-4uAQw'2:0 N YR! RLOR . B O W 0 o E 2 al m n :Q O o Q 0 . vim:-ue, l 0 Q' pl 'fauR 0- Q 4' Fm-msR's 0 f - ora 5: l 0' oh' ...N Q 9 .ve 0 s Q 0 6 Q F rty-eight JANUARY iijanuary 5-Ho Hum! Back again! Only five months and twenty-seven days to go! january 6-Work, work and more work! Classes have started already. January 7-Attention! Fine Assem- bly for bookworms and those literally in- clined. Did we enjoy Miss Stewart? And How! January 9 - Friday again! Time surely does fly. January 13-Slide, girls, slide! Did you see the human croquet game? No? You certainly missed something. January 14-Wednesday-well, what are Wednesdays for, anyway? ifjanuary 15 -Yea team! Varsity defeats faculty! iijanuary 19-Going, going, gone! Beautiful pearl necklaces sold to Pat Magowan for forty-five cents. Proceeds of girls' gym auction to go toward ath- letics. gfjanuary 22-Too late to begin study- ing now! Exams have already started! January 28-Wednesday, but no as- sembly! Exams over and worries pre- vail! vijanuary 30 - Reports! Braggarts were few. January 30-Alumni not so spry as during high school days. Varsity wins! THE REFLECTOR '2. FEBRUARY FEBNAM 'P February 2-The cloud bursts and - f lo, we have our Freshies! ' aw: tj' 'P February 4-Junior girls defeat C9 Freshman, Sophomore, and Senior teams. 5 , Result-Mr. Vaughan awards trophy to Q5 junior captain. vE6RUPR?4 February 5-Juniors receive their rings and pins after much worry and Q3 l : suSPense. EN' . 3 :fFebruary 11-Mr. Hatch in his talk 5905 S on Lincoln, showed us a log which our Abe may have split. February 13 -And also ' Friday! Enough said! :!February 14-Valentine Day! Oh! Oh! Such sentiment. February 18- Now, boys and girls, never touch the gas range, etc., etc., says Mr. Ohlsen in his Safety First talk. February 19-Reunion of our future Broadway celebrities. QFootlights Clubj . February 20-Marian Kulick makes her operatic debut. Glee Club furnishes ample entertainment at Washington's birthday program. February 23-Glad Georgie Washing- ton never told a lie. Days of certainly are appreciated. February 26- Submerged,' presented by the Footlights Club under the able di- rection of Vernon Grounds. February 27-Seniors hold Sunshine Dance with syncopation furnished by Howard Folcarelli's Collegiates! T Bhooy-c',Aoox1 P 'Q-Teeeunwf 11 INIFAQT s N, Hens TH 4' sq gee vo .X I ,MSI mfmNr,'.: 1 4 .1 xg. hy 12'ee:RuAt-my-14 'U AQ ff E xfeeamm 'LT J B y, 71 ,-1 . . QC ..x NGN-- E Forty-nin THE RFFLECTOR MARCH rY: q No! I March 2-March enters likes a lion. 0 1 , Aww, 'Wi That lamb like exit, remains to be seen! I 'l 7g, 5 HERE'-, March 4-Special girls' assembly held Q 'rv :' ' today in which Mrs. Ruth Treveor invites ,, , Nw ' all the girls to attend unior Colle e at 'Init U X H k tt t g if ac e s own. Y? 1 :iMarch 9-Drive starts for soliciting 4 3 , ' Reflector ads. Step u , you people, with 1 I ' p fond papas in business. Ad blanks are mes- xii? 1+ COLUMBIA HERE WE some QQQHQQ. -- Nil 'Am..l' Mlxv1XXnllxx .wc x H. ,A Boas THE 0 N wwe BEL,Ll. P 1, Q F G r ill y mai: xii., lll ' ' 3 lf! Y ff A ' ' l v i 'em I' xv ' '--iii if ax ' ,. Qs. AAR- 24: Hobo QAN , Queen 3' WHEN Twaags 4 Nvsobw s HER fa E ' I AP.. FURTHER MORE - - . C . Q Villa , - :fx 27 .g lg. 0 F 'Ity available at any time in room 203. March 11-XWednesday again and we all troop to l. Yes, that's it. :fMarch 13-14-Days never to be for- gotten by the Reflector Staff who attend the Convention at Columbia. Every- thing, including Greatest Shakes, en- joyed by all. March 16-Funny how practically everyone is a science student 7th period today. Perhaps that illustrated lecture on Pan-Am Oil has something to do with it. March 17-Old Erin certainly is pop- ular today. Pat isn't taking very long in reminding the good souls to Wear their green. March 18-Miss Chanalis makes her annual visit and gives an illustrated lec- ture on American Landscape Painters. March 19-Our fair gymnasts are alarmed by the ringing of the fire alarm. just accidental, girls. No harm done. :5March 21-mln the spring a young manis fancy lightly turns to --.U Spring fever starts today. Doctor's pre- scriptions Cgas billsj will soon be neces- sary, we're afraid. :iMarch 24-Lost-in gym by the faculty, to the girls' basketball team-one basketball game. Found lacking-sup- port of the student body at the aforesaid game. :5March 27-Grounds, Comcowich and Zanetti display their talent as orators in the Constitutional Contest. Here's wishing you luck, boys! THE REFLECTOR APRIL :!April 1-These April showers must be an April foolls joke! April 2-No school tomorrow! Hur- rah! April 3 to 12-Blank! QEaster vaca- tionj. April 13-School again! Oh, what pain! April 15-Seniors Q4-lj present a skit from their play Mr, Pim Passes Byf' :!April 17-Friday and also pay day for the faculty! Some people have all the luck. :P April 18-The great day has arrived! Seniors succeed with Mr. Pim Passes By and can go to Washington next term! April 20-Girls' Athletic Association is getting on. Inter-class baseball starts. April 21-First game of the season, at home with Lyndhurst! Score: Lynd- hurst 10, Clifton 7. if April 22-Wednesday again and Mr. Osborne is here speaking on Australia. He's great! April 23-Vernon Grounds Wins sec- ond place in Passaic County Oratorical Contest. Yea, Vernon! April 24-Professor Joseph Murphy, of Columbia University, with his usual store of witticisms, addresses us at the an- nual Reflector Assembly. April 27-All right, everybody! Let's have a good loud Clifton Locomotive for our first victory: Belleville 7, Clifton 8. :!April 28-Third game of season and Keep it up, boys. C. H. S. wins! Rutherford 8, Clifton 9. April 29-Annual Debating Club As- sembly With the topic, Resolved, that the modern chain store system is beneficial? Aflirmatives win! April 30-Come one! Come all, to the last Sunshine Dance of the season in the gym. AORN. 1 2 .H x f SINGIN N , ' I K '...wm'n lay' 3 f ll ' if 1 f 1 APRIL ,,-.- Fhedtw Regs? - - ' to agveu. 55 N EQ -An-- . ' ' 'boob if, Ari-Aiaofq 5? Kmfslc 1 .1 1 , X. g fx Euenn-uv- . ,,:v N AG' 5 71 l Y , X. 5 Hxwmuvi. cyl E gg New TAKE 1, KP-NG.ARoo'E-I ' Fok , . K INS-TANQE, l NHV4, You TAKE xEM van. P 9 9 CMON A BK,- som L- A V K 1 I New 4 A N F 'ityfo THE RFFLECTOR '-ion Sofia TWG-RE 5 A IRE gg NAR 3- e-ali' gee 1 '- 'I K lsqrvf lg X How UM 'Mill' mer 1 bwkue-H21 25' if ' 9.144 ec: Q. QSUNE lg l-XOYQ O5- vs Koe- I qoolo ge an NE 1'I Fifty-two lil E mm MAY May 1-First fire drill of the season! Women and children Hrst! Donlt crowd, men. May S-Licked again and by Central. Score: S-4. Try harder next time, boys. :P May 6-Zeroes are distributed freely to slow-pokes of the seventh period gym class. May 7-uMr. Chairman, and friends, etc., etcf, QDebate with Passaic High at Passaiclj May 13-Those boys certainly need a long vacation after today. May 20- One, two, three, four, keep in time there, girls, Yea! for the gym exhibition. May 27-Decoration Day program. Glee Club entertains us with There ls No Death, etc. May 29-There is a mad rush as Sen- iors shoot for home to study for exams. JUNE gijune 1-The crystal ball predicts that all 4-2's shall pass their exams which start today. June 4-According to Vogue our girls toe the mark in fashion. June 6-Class Day marks the last meeting of our haughty Seniors. June 10-Take a last look! Our so- phisticated Seniors leave us after four years of trials and triumphs. June 17-Again we lose some of our defenders. The 2-2 Commercial students depart to conquer the business World. june 18-We wish to thank our ris- ing cartoonist, Shrimp', Bunting, for his helpful cartoons. KARIN SKOGLUND, june 1932. JENNIE BURCHARDT, June 1932. THE REFLECTOR Y ' X 'z'1V'5?3C' - 3 ' ?4 'N w-fi ,M X 'V 'pi C b ggv Sox 6557 uenfion Wa QM Fifty-three THE REFLECTOR Our Debating Team The Board of Education visited us on April 29, the day of the big debate. Mr. Muller was just announcing the topic of the debate as they arrived. Resolved, That chain stores are a social and economic benefit to the American people. T h e affirmative team,consisting of Carol Propper, Louis Gross and John Comcowich found keen opposition in the negative team which boasted of such veteran members as Dorothy Schneider, Sylvio Zanet- t1, ll John Comcowich handled the rebuttals of their respective teams particularly well. Although the decision favored the affirmative by two to one, it was generally conceded that the debate was the best and closest yet. The judges were Miss Pierpont, Miss Dill and Mr. Berthold. The coaches were Miss La Fevre and Mr. Richards. We debated Passaic on the same topic, our team defending the af- firmative. It was an equally interesting debate. No decision was ren- dered. The French Club HE French Club has again organized, this time as a permanent or- ganization that intends to inform the school of its activities and eX- istence. The first step in this direction was taken when, under Miss Vorath's patient guidance, it presented to the student body at the Christ- mas assembly the playlette, Le Noel des Burcheronsv Q The Wood- cutter's Christmasnj. This, you will agree, proved quite a success. It is the plan of the French Club to have very interesting meetingsg Flench playlettes are to be given, French songs sung, French games played, and a general good time is to be enjoyed by all. At a meeting on April 27, the following oiiicers were elected: Robert Lynyak ,.,.., ,,...... ,President Viola Roerich , , ..Vice-President Alice Borneman ,, ,, .... ..... , , ,..... Secretary Clarice Van Hine ,, ..... , .. Librarian Students in any of the French classes or any others interested in the activities of the French Club are invited to attend our meetings. VIOLA ROERICH, 1931. Fifty-four THE REFLECTOR N oszfrum Concilizmz Lafinum N February 24th, the initial meeting of a new Latin Club was held under the sponsorship of Miss Margaret Kelly. The motto is l'Vivat lingua Latina, which means May the Latin language live. The purpose of the club is to arouse the students' interest in Latin. Interesting meetings have been planned by various committees, and all the members feel justified in having joined. Those eligible for membership are the students of the Sophomore, Junior, and Senior Latin classes. The club's officers are: Dictator ,,.,., Norma Heuser Consular Praetor ,, ..,...Frances Collester Consular Praetor ,,.,. . .,..... . Arthur Sperling Oflicial Ab Epistulis .. , . ,,.. Allison Smith Quaestor, in charge of finances Harry Peterson NORMA HEUSER, June 1932. The CO77SfifZLfi0'l'ILll Contest These students so active in many phases of scholastic life, fought to uphold the honors of Clifton in the Oratorical Contest which was sponsor- ed by the New York Times. Kenneth Kirby, acting as chairman, announced the speakers and topics in the following order: John Comcowich-The Civil Rights of Man as Enumerated by the Constitution. Vernon Grounds-The Immortality of the Constitution. Sylvio Zanetti-Civil Liberty and the Constitution. The presentation of the topics showed long, careful, and devoted preparation. The decision gave Vernon Grounds first place and john Comcowich second place. - The county linals were held in our school on the evening of March 2 7 . Eight speakers, represent- ing neighboring schools, participated. Clifton congratulates Vernon Grounds for win- ning second place at this elimination. Filty-Eve THE REFLECTOR Footlights Club The Footlights Club is in the third year of its existence and has had an interesting season. To date four one-act plays have been produced with the following student directors coaching the productions: Erich Hardt, Louis Krugman, and Vernon Grounds. All laboratory productions are coached by students and taken over for pub- lic performances by the club sponsor, Miss Ker- win. Not only has the club afforded a medium of expression to the tal- ented individuals, a means of developing ap- also has served as a source of entertainment for outside On June nineteenth Goal was presented for the Clifton Teachers' Associationg and on the evening of May twenty-second the play Submerged was given for the Alumni Association. On the afternoon of June fourth the traditional performance of three one-act plays was presented, and the club had as their guests the Junior Players of Paterson Normal, the Montclair College Dramatic Club, and the Faculty of Clifton High School. We are extremely fortunate in having as our director and sponsor Miss Hannah Kerwin, to whom we owe our success as an organization. The officers of the club are: President . ....... Louis Krugman Vice-President ,,,,, .. -Erich Hardt Treasurer.. ,,.... ...... S ylvio Zanetti Secretary ...Evelyn Perryman The Reflector Representatives HE Reflector Staff, and especially the Business and Circulation De- partments, take this opportunity to express their appreciation of the efforts of those energetic and school-spirited students, the Reflector Section Representatives. Do you remember how often they harangued and hounded you to buy a Reflector? It is solely through these students that the Circulation Department can make its appeal for subscriptions to the student body. They have once again successfully completed their taskg we compliment them, and Wish them luck for the coming term. R. LYNYAKLILU16 1931. Fifty-six THE REFLECTOR German Club Have you heard about the German Club of this school? Of course you have. This club meets every other week on Thursday afternoons under the sponsorship of Mrs. Erna Anderegg and Miss Julia Hoffmeister. At the Hrst meeting of the new term the following officers were elected: President, Eric Hardtg Vice-President, Elsa Flowery Secretary, Virginia Tuthillg Treasurer, Ernest Fleich. The purpose of the club is to acquaint the students with the general and practical use of the German language. The meetings of the club are in the form of a social, where German songs are sung, poems recited, and illustrated lectures on the beautiful Rhine are given. Any student who is interested in German may join this club, whether he takes German or not. We are always anxious to welcome new mem- bers. VIRGINIA TUTHILL, 1931, Secretary. Prize Wi'lZW6TS Last term the Reflector Staff decided to award prizes to those in- dustrious students who, by submitting material, aided us in publishing the Reflector. After much careful thought, the judges made their de- cision. At the Assembly our youthful authors were justly awarded for their excellent work. Daintily parcelled packages, containing well- known literary classics, were presented by Miss Dorothy Schneider. May this encourage other amateur writers in their work. Those to whom the prizes were awarded were: Sylvio Zanetti, Senior Poem 'W' Eric Geipel, Senior Essay Constance Simpson, junior Poem Walter Fieldhouse, Iunior Sfory Sara Goldberg, .. Sophomore Poem Mary Pereviznicki, Fresfarliefi Poem Mary Richards Freshmen Story Iius BROWNLEE, February 1933. Fifty-seve THE REFLECTOR OFP'ICE PRACTICE ROOM Our Commmfcial Depmffment HAT do you know about our Commercial Department? How much do you know of its success and development? Remember the old saying, You are never too old to learn, or You can never know too much ? Why not keep these in mind and find out more about our Commercial Department? Since 1925 the Commercial Department has had a phenomenal growth. Office Practice was introduced in 1923 in the two-year com- mercial course. It has now been assigned to pupils taking either a two- year or four-year course in commercial work. The Oiiice Practice class has developed in initiative and dependability until at present a number of girls are making out September schedules-a wise idea which Mr. Nichols is introducing. Should this plan prove successful, students will receive their com- pleted programs and room assignments on September 9, 1931. Through this procedure conflicts and congestions will be eliminated. Let us turn for a few minutes from Office Practice and the Septem- ber schedules to notice the other changes and additions to be made in the fall. Science is a subject which is now to be included in commercial work. Elementary accounting will supplement second year bookkeep- ing. Economics will also be added. To arouse your curiosity I am going: to let you wait until September to discover a few other changes-suspense increases interest. One more item of interest not to be overlooked is the new course in Junior Business Training which is to combine Arithmetic, Bookkeeping, and a few other commercial necessities. This will afford better preparation to those students who do not complete the four-year commercial course. HELEN KOLARZ, June 1931. Fifty-eight THE REFLECTOR VIOLINS B. Ciesla M. Sorokowski M. Yuhas C. Alles C. Combee L. Anderson J. Petruschak H. Smith G. Baldwin Orchestra VIOLINS H. Hook C. Van Hine J. Mayer TRUMPETS M. Lachner E. Taylor SAXOPHONE C. Heritage TROMBONE J. Boscia PIANO J. Fina D. Mengatto DRUMS AND TAPS R. Lynyak FLUTE B. F. Derr F ny THE REFLECTOR WHERE ENGLISH TEACHERS RECUPERATE Sixty A MINOR ART GALLERY fMiss Clauglfs Roomj THE REFLECTOR THESE PICTURES WERE TAKEN AND DEVELOPED AS A CLASS PROJECT IN THE PHYSICS AND CHEMISTRY LABORATORIES Sixty-one THE REFLECTOR Class of 2-2 C011z11ze1'cials Marjorie Apelian Helen Artim Anna Birish Anna Bobby Joseph Choban Nellie Glerum Mary Halupka Mary Jany Anna Koster Sarah Marcus Sue Mayoski Elsie Menegus Margaret Pavlik Roberta Plavier Lester Pontier wo Esther Sala Helen Saller Katherine Semperkiewicz Antoinette Sidor Helen Smetana Mary Tubbiolo Dorothy Walker Mildred Williams Beatrice De Vries Raymond Brooks Peter Kebless Helen Marchese Catherine Orange Peter Schotanus Julia Wisnovsky -vw: JV' iff' - .4-VV if If , + l VL HTQUHTI f,f ' ff' l., : UP G29 'A x 3 'Q 3 H Y'T'i'NxWv.,,,,,,,aA , . 3 A ' A Q Q K. Q. 'Strong-me Q -Eh? kc, Q wr 5 5 P3 Q' ' '1 X ., A if Ttiwxivgtey Sixty-th ,f THE REFLECTOR Baseball LIFTON started out-no, not with a bang, at least not the kind you mean, but with a bang that went kerplzmk! We won't go into details, but the final score was Lyndhurst 10, Clifton 7. flt might have been worse-Lyndhurst had a nice pitcher.j Then came a surprise. Our team won two straight-from Belleville and Rutherford! Scores were: Clifton 8, Belleville 7g Clifton 9, Rutherford 8. Needless to say, the fans were delighted. The next was a league game, and sad to relate was another flop. To- wards the end of the game Clifton perked up a bit, but Eastside managed to hold her own, nosing us out 7-S. The boys are fine players individually, and as a team they ought to do something that will yet make the rest of us sit up and take notice. And they will, if they'll be more aggressive and realize how good they are. But after all, what do the scores matter? We all know that when the season ends we'll be able to say truthfully, 'KThey're a dandy bunch, and we're proud of 'em. And lloafs what counts. ELSA FLOWER, June 1931. Sixty-lo THE REFLECTOR Track There has been a fine turn-out for track this season. The shot-put and the field events are coming along nicely. Our mainstay in the run- ning events is Joe Burch, a veteran of last year. Clifton is also pinning her hopes on such fellows as Howey Folcarelli and Snadyc. A year or two ago, Clifton had a fine track team, but this year she will sorely feel the loss of Sam Seader, champ shot-putter, George Schmidt, star hurdlerg Johnny Hudak and George Hughes, in their jave- lin-throwing act. I-Iughsie and Sam will also be missed in the discus throw. However, there is a lot of good material on hand this year, which, if developed in proportion to its promise, ought to make rival schools sit up and take notice. Our Athletic Field Our athletic field is fsupposedlyj under construction, but as yet very little has been accomplished. Oh, yes!! The Held has been planted with grass-seed. But when- when will this be ready for use, and when are our players going to have a suitable field to practice on? They can,t do anything on a stony field. The first step has been taken, but we want more than that. We want a baseball diamond roped off where the boys can play without being crowded, where the spectators can watch in comfort and safety, and where admissions can be charged. Athletics will never mean much in Clifton High until we can charge admission, because if we don't have money we can't buy proper equipment, and without proper equipment we can't hope to compete against well-equipped teams and win. ELSA FLOWER, June 1931. - Sixty-live THE REFLECTOR A I ' A I , . li - ig 1 r. , 2 '. ff , r f 1-f., rwzw' The Girls' A. A. Well, it's started--thanks to Miss Kelly. As a starter the entire girls' gym section was divided into two teams-the Maroon and the Gray. In all our games and contests fand we have lots of ,emj points are recorded, and at the end of the year, the team with the most points wins the championship. Hand-ball, dancing, basketball, apparatus, volley- ball, dodgeball, baseball, and pushball are all well under way, and oh! swimming, too, at the NY. Baseball, track and tennis are being devel- oped, and perhaps soccer and field hockey will soon join the list. Here's best wishes for the association -may it grow bigger and bet- ter every year. Girls' Gym Ever since September we've known a lot of funf' CApologies to L. BJ Mimetics, dances, pyramids, tumbling, and appartus. Fun? We'll say so-both for observers and for performers. There's heaps of spirit floating around the school, and we girls seem to have monopolized most of it. Even in the exhibitions the various classes rivaled each other in the excellence and enthusiasm which they showed. The old-fashioned idea that proficiency in sports is confined mainly to the boys has been com- pletely shattered with this year's record. C'm on, three cheers for the girls! Girls, Hiking Club A great crowd of girls, about one hundred in all, was on hand about six weeks ago to join the Hiking Club, much to the gratification of Miss Mary Kelly, whose interest and enthusiasm induced many of the girls to join. The first hike was held on April 18th, and the girls who went cer- tainly had a glorious time. From that date on there has been a hike every Saturday with hot-dogs, mustard, bacon, rolls, pickles, marshmallows, apples, and soot! And have the girls enjoyed them! ELSA FLOWER, june 1931. Sty THE REFLECTOR Did you Know That - Sam Seader is up at Hobart making good in athletics there just as hc did in Clifton? He sprained his ankle in first year football, but this year he made quite a reputation for himself. He Chere's a suprisej also seems to have developed a sudden liking for lacrosse, for we hear he's quite tl player. Bravo, Sam. Hank Varvaro is down at Randolph-Macon, and is by way of be- coming a real Southerner? He certainly fell for the South fand, if you don't like brown-eyed, beautiful girls, stay out of the Southuj. He played running guard on the freshman team. Now the Southerners think the Jerseyite,s tough. ujimmyu Fleming is down at Alabama-that famous old college where they seem to have a mania for developing football players. They won't be disappointed in Jimmie. He surely knows his Pigskin! Eddie Seibert and Dusty Dersahagian are both hard-working boys? CThey just have to be put down together, who could separate that famous tumbling team?j The old town seems to be good enough for both Eddie and Dusty, ,cause theyire holding down jobs here. But sssh, I think Eddie's got further ideas on that subject. Tell you later. 'KEddie Bednarcik has developed his Clifton High basketball ability by joining other teams? He's quite a player. If you watch closely you'll see him around the High School occasionally-ar some sporting event. Eddie played in the Varsity-Alumni game and he's a Dead-eye Dick for sinking Shots. George Hughes still frequents Ernie's ice cream store? You know Eddie Tomaib-another one of the Old Guard. I Wonder if Georgie thinks ice cream's good for little boys. juniors Us. Teachers You all should have seen the game between the women teachers and the Junior girls. It was a humdinger, and you would have gotten a new slant on your teachers. They evidently like basketball and they certainly like good times. QNeed I explain?J The Juniors finally won, but it wasn't by much. Hurrah, teachers! Faculty-Varsity Game Well, we had another one. And this was even better than the first. And thatis saying so much that there isn't anything left to be said, except that we want more of 'em. To zz Good Sport There is a certain little lady in room 203 whois always lending a help- ing hand to some school project-a senior play, the Reflector, etc. She is always on the go, but she never makes a fuss about it. She is ambitious for the growth and progress of her school and we, who have come to know her well, propose a toast to one good sport, Miss Spinella. ELSA FLOWER, June 1931. Sixty-seven THE REFLECTOR Varsity Basketball The showing of the basketball team during the season was better than that of previous years, although the improvement has not yet become suf- ficient to warrant our calling this yearls campaign successful. At the end of the season the team was co-ordinating perfectly and was strong enough to throw a great scare into Passaic. It was in this game that we were leading at half time, only to relinquish our scant margin of points and to allow the Passaicites to finally conquer us. At Belleville, how- ever, the fans were treated to a great game in which the players ran wild and easily conquered their rivals. On the whole the improvement of the team was perceptible, and with a majority of first team men back next year, Clifton ought to have a very favorable season. The squad in the future will be strengthened greatly by players who are now receiving training in the grades. Since a majority of the schools have gyms, a grammar school league has been formed. Coach Claxton also inaugurated a freshman team which played games and practiced regu- larly. In several years they will develop into polished players capable of holding down varsity positions with ease. Until these players are ready we still have Lefelar, Butchko, Pree, Marchoni, Lennon, and others. Art Lefelar, the pivot man, will be one of the mainstays of the team next year with his two years of varsity ex! perience. Lennon, Lefelar's understudy, will probably break in next year in a different position. Butchko, the second team guard that moved up to a place on the varsity, will also be back playing for Clifton. Butch- ko played a good game at guard, never letting his man run up points. Marchoni may also be playing again next year, as it is doubtful when he will get out. Red furnished the fighting spirit of the team and broke up many plays. Janus and Miller are the only ones that will be lost through graduation. Most of the passing centered about Janus and his absence will be felt. Miller's points will also be needed. JOHN ZACHARIAS, June 1932. A11 Ideal Athlete A sport he is and true, There's nothing he can't do. The football field is his ideal, And on the court he's like an eel. When baseball season comes along, There,s not a thing that he does wrong. In track, for him it's just a song To throw the shot or run the mile. Oh, what I'd give to be like him, To have his merry smilei He's always fine and clean and neat, He's just an ideal athlete. DAVID LAMANNA, February 1932. Sixty-eight REl5l4EQTlQNS .um 35 2 f H firm ' A ,7 QT' tv gtg . emi., , Y ., I . EFI ' 0 J 2. -- 1712. un- Q 5 Q 2 Q Z Z E N' f wns l 'Hifi ' 2, 4 5 - - , R Q W The Mafia Club HE Math Club is now trying to extract the square root of two. Re- ports have it that several members were attacked by a roving band of logarithms and had to take refuge under a radical sign. The club is now endeavoring to extract them from their place of refuge. Miss Weiss- Mr. Collester, can you write poetry? Mr. Collester-l'No, my hair isn't long enough. Mr. Derr was stressing the value of soap. Muth- Bah Mr. Derr- Well, just you try getting along without soap. Razen- He does. Miss Brown Qin history exam.j- Tell me something about Grover Cleveland. Response-K'He was the police commissioner in New York, but he didn't do anything much except to dress up the taxi drivers in uniformsf Mr. Rosenfeld, while teaching electricity- There are electrons, pro- tons, photons, and, smiling, 'moronsf D The class sees no joke. Mr. Rosenfeld smiles a knowing smile. Miss Brown waiting patiently for an answer. Well, Miss Hudson? Miss Hudson- Er-ah-f' Mr. Duddleston whispers the answer in a husky voice. Miss Brown- You have a cold, Miss Hudson? Mr. Rosenfeld- Our scale isn't used all over the world. The Scotch have only live notes in their scale. Bright Student- Ah well, they're Scotch. Sixty-n THE REFLECTOR Romance OMANCE! Ah, sweet mystery of life. Reminder of a past age when noble knights rode around rescuing fair females from ferocious foes. Oh, fudge! Stick around, though. I won't have another spasm. But where would all the true confession and love story magazines be without romance? Romance is what makes the wheels go around, al- though We sometimes wonder if the wheels of these spring poets haven't stopped. Mind you, now, I don't con- demn poets! That is, as long as they visit the barber once a year at least. I can't stand any male Clara Bow's. But, to get back to an elusive subject, iet me ask what one thinks of first when romance is mentioned, Vegetable soup? No! Beans? No! Maybe We'd better pass up the question. It appears that we are getting some ultra-modern slants on the subject. Yet, come to think of it, there is romance in everything. I fail to see any connection between vegetable soup and romance, except that both are quite sloppy. Then there is the manly string bean, who would say to his true maid- en string bean, UCome, honey, let's go away and get tied togetherf, So in closing let me summarize the points I have tried to bring out. If we did not have romance we would not have beans. Without beans we would have no Army or Navy. Without any Army or Navy we would have no good football games. And, without this nonsense, this Reflector would be a better paper. W. FIELDHOUSE, June 1932. Freshman is visiting on a farm during the summer. Frosh to farmer- How old is this cow?,' Farmer Clooking up at the cow's headj - W hy, she's two years old. Frosh- How do you know that?', Farmer-'KOh, I can tell that by the horns. Frosh- Oh, yeah! That's right. She's only got two hornsf, Held- Mr. De Fino. what have you for lunch today? Mr. De Fino- We have oxtail soup.', Held- Don't you think you're going quite far back for soups? Duddleston- Ah, spring is here. Look at the ant out in the streetf, Messaros- Don't be foolish, that,s an Austinf, Seventy' THE REFLECTOR Our Little Nonsense CBy Professor Lally, H2SO4j Well, well, well, and well! Here we are again! Bigger and better than ever. You should see my ofhce and the typewriter I'm using. My old friend Oscar is here. I don't know what I,d do without Oscar. He's my oldest friend. His full name is Oscar er-er-QWhat is your last name, Oscar? Oh! I seej . His name is Oscar Garncouczitz. Well, to get into our usual line of blah we'll start off with a little joke I heard Qand a darn good one, tooj . Here it is: They called him Daniel because he was such a Boone to his family. QWhat? Oh, you don't think that's so funny, eh, Oscar?j Now We'll go on to another one. How's this? The baby swallowed a bottle of ink!,' Incredible! No. Indelible! And so to o on-er- ardon me What's the matter now, Oscar? 3 P 1 Oh, you've heard that one, too?j Oscar seems to be in a playful mood today. just a moment, folks, until I see what Oscar is up to now. Well, here I am back again, and it was just too funny for words. Oscar was standing by the window and I pushed him out. Gee! did I laugh! Oscar thought we were on the fortieth floor and we're only on the thirty-ninth. Now we can get started. Here,s a little story you might like- How tfoe Fight Starteclg or, Dumas Down to Date Flitting airily through the palace, D'Artagnan trod heavily upon the corns of Athos. Turning to apologize, the bold young gent accidentally careened against Porthos. Immediately a glove from each of the offended musketeers landed at his feet. Our hero picked up the gloves. Darn, two rights!', he grumbled. QNOTE-I seem to have left out Aramis. I am very sorry about this. I suppose I could work up a funny crack about Aramis' glove being the only one left, but I am too proudj . Did you know that: An optimist is one who puts a two cent stamp on a letter and marks it rush.,' The company of Lally Sc Babcock, Ltdf, has hit upon a remarkable invention. We find that if the manu- facturers will put carpet tacks in their soap it will prevent said soap from slipping out of one's hands. Now to finish up I will give you a little parody on the Ancient Marinerf, The Ancient Mariner was written by Coleridge the was good, tooj. Seventy THE REFLECTOR Here it is: The Wedding guest he beat his breast, The bells began to toll, But still the stud refused to go Into the buttonholef' So long, and thanx a lot. A happy vacation to all. ROY LALLY, February 1932. About School Cn April 23rd, the Reflector Staff had the pleasure of presenting to the student body Mr. Murphy, director of the Scholastic Press Associa- tion. He asked the students whether they had contributed anything to our Reflector. Suddenly he spied Mr. Derr sitting in the second row. Pointing a finger at him he said, And you are big enough to be on the Reflector Staff. Can you imagine Mr. Derr's embarrassment? Miss C. Brown announced that she is tired of having students in her 4-2 History Class say that the initials ul. W. W. stand for UI won't work. John Dobson feels that the only Way to make a chemistry teacher notice you is to get up and explain a theory that has never been explained before. You can't blame him for that. Look what theory did for Ein- stein. Jimmy Babcock can't get over his Qmay I call it a car, jimmy?J He's always under it. Jack Fina has scored again. By the time you are reading this, you may be singing Jack's Own Song, 6 which he sold to one of Irving Berlin's ,l5py5W,3ivi1i. agents. Yet Jack is one of the most mod- Q6 Q, 6. f est boys we know. And here's a secret. ' Q 2 Jack is writing the songs for a musical comedy which he hopes to produce. WY R Embarrassing Moments of the Con- stitutional Contest: When Zanetti was announced as John Sylviof' When Mr. Grounds rose to speak on the ulmmorality of the Con- stitution. MEETJEPE fvloscovawiovhc H - -l-H5iBD7',5 Goff-1o7B!VlFlKE Fl NFIME Fo? HIMSQLF. When Comcovich applauded himself. CUnintentionally, of coursej . S enty-two THE REFLECTOR ADVERTISING PAYS-SO WHY NOT TRY IT IN YOUR SCHOOL? MATH MAGIC Do you know what a hypo- tenuse is? DON'T BE IGNORANT. Learn the intimate secrets of a circle, trapezoid, parallelogram. Be a leader in drawing-room circles. Take a math course. BEAUTIFUL HAND DRAWN DIAGRAMS FRESH DAILY 1000-Formulas-1000 Excellent hardwood s e a t s throughout entire classroom. HUGE BLACKBOARD! Q. . . a fine course -Bobby Jonesj. MUSICAL MUSINGS TIPTOE THROUGH THE MUSICAL MASTERPIECES OF MAESTROS Singing, talking, music. A huge chorus. JOIN THE GLEE CLUB C'Music hath c h a r m s - Shakespeareb . FRANTIC FRENCH CHI amazed the chef when I spoke to him in French -Nm poleonj. LEARN HOW TO HANDLE THAT FRENCH MAID Funny words ..., Funny sounds. Great amusement for the kid brother or sister. ty th THE REFLECTOR tyf BODY BUILDING BE A REAL MAN Can you carry a full grown horse on your back? Would you? FOR THAT TIRED FEELING Instruction by trained instructors. A four year course. GYM CRA knock-out -Jack Demp- seyj . PHENOMENAL PHYSICS Would you know a molecule if it tripped over you? Why don't we fall off the earth? FACTS FACTS FACTS Q Amazin' -Philo Vancej . DID GEORGE CHOP DOWN THE CHERRY TREE? Or was it a publicity stunt? Do you know what Cleopatra and Catherine the Great did in their spare time? WE DO AND WE WILL TELL EVERYONE. DROP AROUND HISTORY HISTORY HISTORY fuDon't miss this gem -Shen lock Holmesj . BIG BUSINESS Can you take a trial balance? AMAZE YOUR FRIENDS Learn how to post, keep a ledger, audit. DONIT MISS IT. C Ain't dat sumpin,? -Amos Jonesj LALLY, February 1932 THE REFLECTOR Miss Clough Qadvertising teacher's card partyj - And there will be a prize for each game. Vetell- I'll play solitaire. QClass ripping leaves out of M. O. S. booksj . Miss Merrey- What a ripping time we're all having. kwa' it Q ,X W SERiouS? x. f' 3 E Ill , X No. ,YA QW , .aaai4ff.155g- ,shi XJX-1, 1 W m Miss Dill- Yes, a fissure is a crack. You have fissures in your brain. Bright Student- Are you insinu- ating that I am cracked? Mr. Collester in trig class asked the different members of the class how many of the twenty-three problems they completed. Mr. Collester- How many have you done, Dangremond? Nelson Dangremond- I almost got one. Johnny- What is the most dan- gerous poison in the world? Johanna-Aeroplane poison. One drop and you're dead. Little Boy- Mr, Ward, may I get my arrow? It flew over the fence. Mr. Ward- Certainly, where is it?', Little Boy-'Tm not sure now, but the last I saw of it, it was sticking in your cat. Hully Gee! If you were me, School your hobby would not be. You,d despise your books and classes. You would not be wearing glasses. Should you like it as I do, All your books would look like new. So take my advice and just Skidoo.,' A Senior 4-1 poetry class speaking as one mind CPD Teacher- Where do you think you,ll be, when you go out in the world to support yourself? Franko- At the end of the bread line. Seventy-Eve THE REFLECTOR C. H. S. RESTAURANT COOK 86 CONSERVA, Managers O Breakfast ORANGE Juice BOYLE Qdj Eggs Toasted WHITE or BROWN Bread COFFEY Qwithout GROUNDSJ O Luncheon CAMPBELL'S Soup DILL Pickles HAM HERRING SALA fdj in GELFANDIS Mayonnaise BERRY Pie O Dinner HINE'S Corned Beef and CURRY Sauce or HOMBERG Steak MUELLER'S Noodles Cheese STRAWS SALT Qisj ED NUTT Qsj Choice of HOFFMAN'S Beverages Jack Cocker- I rode from Hawthorne to Clifton in thirty minutes on my bicyclef' Ed. Hussey- Sez youf' Cocker- Say, if you don't believe me, why don't you follow me with your car. Hussey- I'm afraid I couldn't follow that fast. Miss Hoifmeister-''Schwellenberg, translate this in German, Kthe brother of my mother.' Schwellenberg-'KDer Onkelf' Mr Struyk fwhile inspecting books before the examination . 5-- Muller, your book is too clean looking. You don't use it enough. Mrs.Grammar fto Klar, who is Waving out of third floor Windowj - Klar, will you come in here? Klar- Well I surel won't o out. a Y 8 S enty-s SENMDRS SCENE FROM UTHE MERCHANT OF VENICEU Seventy-seven THE REFLECTOR Seventy-eight ROBERT LYNYAK Bohn Labor is Ihr law of bujlpinrss Graduated frmn St. Paul's Scliool, Clifton Holrliicsz Appointing: connuittees, Play, Drama Activitics: Junior Class l'rcsifl1-nt, Ilonor So- ciety Pre-siilcnt, Math. Club Presi- V rlcnt, Frenvli Club Pri-sizlent, Junior Patrol Captain, Rejlvvfor Staff, Ol'- rlicstra, llancl, Section Captain, Baseball Mamigrer, Senior Pla 5' Manager, Senior Class Prvsiilrnt Future: Columbia tuiivcvsity ELSA FLOWER ..E15,, Our warlz counts for mon' fbari mir talkt' Graduate-rl from Number 11, Clifton Hobbies: Motor boating, Swiinniingf, Ilorsebark riding, Reading Activities: Vice-I'res. Senior Class, Pres. Atlu- letic' Assocz, Vive-l'res. German Club, Refi'e1'tor Staff, Captain of Cheer Loaders, Bus Manager, Glen Club, llrainatii' Club, Hiking Club, Senior Play, liasketball, liaseball Future: De-vote-cl to owning airplane, speed- bnat, car, horse, clog VIRGINIA TUTHILL 'iGinny Noi ion xcrinus, not lou guy, What a jolly good girl in work ann' play. Graduated from St. Paul's, Clifton lrlobbit-sz Talking: .Xctivitic-s: Sec y Senior Class, Vice-Pres. Ger- man Club, Fcmfliglits Club, G. U, Hcp. I uturv: Business EDWARD MULLER .tEd,, Who doth :frxirr my uifention may have if' Gracluat:-rl from Sf. Georgrc s School, Patcrsnn llobbies: liivyvliiur, Clieinistry, Hating apple pie .Xvtiviticsz Class Treasurer, Travk Manager, Debating Club fPres.j, Vive-l're-S, of Catli. Club, Honor Soriety, Bus. Mgr. Senior Play, Personality Iiclr. Future: Stex'en's Institute of Tevlinnlogry THE REFLECTOR ANN ARON uB3l3C,, Has anybody seen Bill? Grarluatecl from Number 12, Clifton Hobbies: Bill Activities: Biology Club, Honor Society, Bas- lcetball Future: Montclair College JAMES BABCOCK ujunimiel' Si11rerity is the first quality of men in any way heroic' Graduated from Number 5, Clifton Hobbies : Motoring Future: Business OLIVE BAKER Olive Our quiet girl, We wonder Graduated from Number 10, Clifton Hobbies: Swininiing, Reading, Musie ,'Xc'tivities: Glee Club, Freneh Club, Library Club Future: Katherine Gibbs School CAROLINE BAKUN Caroline A maiden good to talk to, Ami very jollyv Grzuluatecl from Number 4-, Clifton Hobbies: Sewing, Cooking, Reading, Swimming Activities: Biology Club, Library Club, Glcf: Club Future: Get Married GEORGE BENDER Sunsl'1ine,' He that refusetla instruction, despisetb his own roudv Gracliiated from Number 2, ltiehiielcl Hobbies: Music' Activities: Orchestra, Junior Patrol Future: P. G. Course LESTER BUDNIK ..LeS,, Often seen but seldom bend Grazluaterl from St. Joseph's School, Passaic Hobbies: Sports Activities: Football, Baseball, Track, Senior Play, Math. Club, Hi-Y Club, De- bating Club Future: Trenton Teachers' College Seventy-nine f X 4 K' 'fiyyj THE REFLECTOR Eighty HELEN BRAVIAK llHElCn,, lt,s a friendly heart that has plenty of friendsu Grailuaterl from Number 12, Clifton llobbies: Outdoor Sports Aetivitics: Glee Club, Music Appreciation, G 0, Representative Future: Newark Normal Sebool BLANCHE BURCH Blanchie,' Slack wry slim and not so tall, But sbe's a good sport with it ull Grarluatenl from St. l'aul's, Clifton Ilobbies: Swimming, llancing, Drawing' Activities: Senior Play Future: Designers JOSEPH BURCH ..Joe,, Short and smz1717y Gracluatecl from St. Paults School, Clifton Activities: Football, Gen, Mgr. Track, G. O. ltep., Asst, Basketball Mgr., Senior Play, Junior Patrol, Biology Club, Future: Yale College Orchestra CLAIRE CLUFE 'iClaire Pleasant in munnerf, Gracious in mient' Grailuatecl from Number 2, Clifton Hobbies: Swimming Activities: Footligbts Club Future: l'nclecizleml CATHRYN COFFEY UK, 3 Life is not so short, but there is always time enough for Iaughtert' Grailuatecl from St, Nicholas School, Passaic Hobbies: Swimming Activities: Glce Club Future: Business MILTON COHEN HMM, A drugstore is -my lbarlorv Grailuateil from Collingswood Hobbies: Chemistry Activities: German Club, Matb, Club Future: Druggist THE REFLECTOR WILLIAM CAHOON Bill,' Maybe a little farther around the c'or11erx of a square deal, but the road is better Grurluateml from Number 5, Clifton Hobbies: Hockey Avtivities: Junior Patrol, Senior Play Future: luulecidecl CORNELIA COMBEE Neelie Speedy is great, but silence greater Graduated from Number 9, Clifton Hobbies: Swimming, Da1u'ing, Motoring Aetivities: Glee Club. Orchestra, German Club Future: Paterson Normal School MARIAN COOPER Marion', I ebitter chatter as I gon Gracluatecl from Number 5, Clifton llobbies: Swimming, Dancing, Reading Activities: Footligrhts Club, Library Club, Seey French Club, G. O, Representative. Refieefor Rep. Future: Seton Hull College PHYLLIS CZACHOROWSKI 'frhir' Truth is the highest thing that one may keejf' Grzuluatefl from St. Joseplfs, Passaic Hobbies: Swimming, Hiking, Riding Aetivities: Footliglits Club Future: A secret STELLA DANCZAN 'tSLe1 Very mild ami very sweet Gracluaterl from Number 9, Allwoorl llobbies: ltezlcling, Athleties .Xetivitiesz Ilonor Society Future: Montclair College WILLIAM DE VRIES f'Bi11 Shy No, just quiet Grmluaterl from Number 2, Rirbfielcl Ilobbicsz Rezulingz, Flying Activities: lilectrieian, Senior Play, Math. Club Future: New York University , K !,'1fIfff'UL 'A Eighty-one THE REFLECTOR Eighcyfrwo JOHN DoBsoN Dobbie', Lvl your conscience be your guidet' Graduated from Number 8, Delawanna Ilobbics: Fishing Activities: Biology Club, Debating Club, Math Club, Physics Club, French Club, Senior Play Future: Cornell l'niversity HENRY DORRELL Hank The only way lo have u friend is io be onei' Grailuatecl from Number 10, Clifton Hobbies: Sports Activities: Basketball, Senior Play, Junior Pa- trol, Captain Class Future: Business WESLEY DUDDLESTON ..WeS,, Upon my word, I may dismiss this court Grarluuteil from Number 5, Clifton Activities: Senior Play, Junior Patrol, Foot- lights Club, German Club Future: Business JOSEPH EARDLEY Onions Well, when I grow up-LU Grzuluateml from Number 4-, Clifton Avtivities: Baseball, Ilonor Soeiety, Senior Play Future: Business ESTHER EPSTEIN t.ES,, A good rlaild is swed, but not heard Graduated from No. 4, Clifton Hobbies: Draniatirs Activities: Footligrlits Club, Frenvh Club Future: l'nder'i4le1l MILDRED EPSTEIN Millie Life is just wloai you make if' Grauluateil from Number 2, Clifton Hobbies: Drainatics Activities: Footligrhts Club Future: Librarian THE REFLECTOR MARTHA FILIPOVICH i'Martha,' Be cheerful-flap day goes quirkrf' Grucluatesl from Numhrr 10, Clifton llohhivsz Painting, Muhiv Future: Art Svhool JACK FINA ujackn Friend of lJIL'dSZll'L'11A!i5ll0Il'l,X uiah' Greuluuterl from Numher 15, Clifton llohhics: lflverytliing ' ,Xctiviticsz Spanish Cluh, lizunrl, Chorus Future: Music Ahroaul HERMAN Fox Hermia Tho best xrwnorlx are pveacfoerl wiiloout 1U07'd.1'U Grzuluuted from Numhcr 12, Clifton Hobbies: Tsllking Avtivities: Delmting Cluh, Senior Play, Junior Patrol ANN FRANKO ..Am,, A quiet, clear way leads to surfers Grzuluuterl from Nulnher 12, Clifton llohhies' ltefulin f Outdoor Svorts Future: Business . . g., 1 Activities: German Cluh BERTHA FROELICH Benn Her dignity rnwlops larr like u garvrzenf' Grzuhulterl from Xiunhvr 12, Clifton llnhhiesz Motoring: Activitivsz Glee Cluh, Math. Cluh, Chorus, Mu- sir Appreciation, Ilzlrmony Future: Paterson Normal ERIC GEIPEL 'loicki' What do wr' live for if it is not to malu' life less dijiculi for otlaf'rs?,' Grzuluzltcml from Numher 15, Clifton Hohhies: Sports., Rezuling, Swimming Activities: Spanish Cluh Eighty-three THE REFLECTOR Eighty-four HELEN GILIUS Klim', Whatever is worth doing is worth doing wc-llt' Grzullultcml from Number 11, Passaic Hobbies- Swinunin ' llikin ltewrlin brury Club, Bzisketbull Future: Business SARA GOODKIN i'Sara A quiet, elenr way I do fullouf' Gracluuterl from Number 11, Pzissslic' Hobbies: Music sunny, Music Future: Business BARBARA GRAHAM Q'Bobbie Be cheerful-u laugh and a giggle chase troubles Grmluslterl from Number 15, Clifton Hobbies: Swinnuing Future: Business HELEN HARVAN Helen,, One thorn of exjverienre is worth a whole wil11'erness of leurningi' Gruclunteil from No. 12, Clifton Hobbies: Riding, Swimming Activities: Fnotliglits Club, Music Appreeiu- tion, G, O. Rep., Senior Plny, Glee Club Future: Business ELEANOR HARVEY ..El,, One can always take courage by throwing oneself into some work Grzulllnteil from Number 11, Clifton Hobbies: Dancing, Swimming: Future: Business FRANCIS HEIMAN Fennie', Sweet and low Grmluntell from Number 12, Clifton Hobbies: Swinuuinpr, Tennis, Reading Avtivitiesz Glee Club, Library Club, Honor Club Future: Paterson Normal Course -- - ia- 2- - ir Aetivities: Honor Snviety, Fuotlights Club, Iii- Activitics: Freneb Club, Spanish Club, Har- THE REFLECTOR l GRACE HERON i Grasie' Always the same-a friend to ull Gracluaterl from Number 10, Clifton Hobbies: Swimming, Reading, Riding Activities: German Club Future: St Mary's Hospital ARNOLD HOFFMAN Ami-ei' The makings of a Congressman Graduated from Number 11, Clifton Hobbies: Swimming, Tennis, Hiking Activities: Math. Club, Biology Club, Senior Play Future: Unrlericlell WILLIAM HOLSTER swine Keep your face always toward the sun- shine ana' the shadows will fall hehina' you' Grarluutecl from Nurnbef'15, Clifton Hobbies: Sports, Girls Activities: Football RUTH HOLLENDER Ruthie Right training is hetter than richesn Grzuluateil from Number 12, Clifton Hobbies: Reading, Sewing, Skating Activities: Footligbts Club, Library Club, Glec Club Future: Business LULU HUBSCHMITT uLuv Good humm is always snceessv Gracluateil from Number 11, Clifton Hobbies: Reading Activities: Library Club, Honor Society, Ger- man Club, Junior Class SeC'y Future: Business MYRTLE HUDSON aMyrt,, just being happy is u fine thing lo hr Graduated from Number 11, Clifton Hobbies: Swimming, Reading Activities: Latin Club, Personality Leader, Girl Reserves Future: Montclair College Eighty-Eve THE REFLECTOR Eighty-six WANDA HUZIARSKA uWi1l1d3D Silence is wisdom , Grmluatecl from Junior High 126, New York l Hobbies: Refuling, Outdoor Sports , Activities: Senior Play 1 Future: Business JOSEPH JANUS aloe, Dorff fiincb, a'on'! foul, and hit the line bardi' Gmcluntcml from Number 12, Passaic Hobbies: Sports Activities: Basketball Future: Northwestern JULIUS KLAR 'Julien I always try to be quid Graduated from Number 11, Clifton Hobbies: Fishing, ivriting, Dancing Activities: Rafiector Staff, Dramatic Club Future: Journalist ANNA KLEIN I ,.Ann,, Might haw gone farther and farm' worse - Grzuliiatezl from Number 4-, Clifton Hobbies: Dancing, Swimming, Tennis, Skating Activities: Footlights Club, Glee Club, Basket- ball Future: Business ELEANOR KNIGHT ..El,, She wcaretb her digniiy like a queeni' Grzuluzlterl from Field-Stevenson School, Ill, Hobbies: Rezuling Activities: Pres. I,ihr:iry Club Future: Business FREDERICK KOCH Fred', Wha! price l9L'igfal?U Grarluutecl from No. 4-, Clifton Hobbies: Stump Collecting, Motoring Activities: Biology Club, Senior Play, Scienvf Club Future: Business THE REFLECTOR FRANCIS KOEHLER uK0ke,, ClauruclN is Hoe diamond ibut srmtclacs every other stone Grzuluutecl from Number 10, Clifton EVELYN KOHLREITER uBabe,, I11trIligcnce is fbe mother of good fortune Grzuluutezl from Number 11, Clifton Hobbies: Reading, Dzuleing Activities: Glee Club, Honor Society, G. 0, Rep., Senior Play, Music Apprecia- tion Future: Newark Normal School HELEN KOLARZ Duke Be sure your world is not one in wlaicb things happen, But one in wbirla fbings are donei' Grzidimtecl from Number 11, Clifton .Xctivitiesz lizisketbull, Glec Club, Senior Play, G, O. Rep.. Refievtor Rep. Future: Private Secretary EVA LEBERECHT ..E,, Why be sud? Grmluzltezl from Number 12, Clifton llobbies: Swimming, Drawing, Reucling' Activities: Footliprbts Club, llonor Society Future: Business MARY MICHALKO Mare Talks little, dom muclau Gmclilutefl from Number 12, Clifton Hobbies: Swimming, Busebzill Activities: Footliglits Club Future: Business WALTER MIHALIR rrwaltri I am the man I lhinlz I amn Grmluzitcml from Number 12, Clifton Hobbies: Dancing, Swimming Activities: Senior Play, Footligbts Club, Mutb. Club, Junior Patrol, Czirtoonist Club Future: Cooper Union Eighty-seven THE REFLECTOR Eighty-eight l HAROLD MILLER ujookn What irfaszzrex lie in base-hall? 1 3 Grzuluutcrl from Number 15, Clifton Ilobbicsz Sports Activities: Baseball, lluslcutbull Futurc: Business BEATRICE MILLS ..Ben,, The nzildvsf YH!lllHl'Y and gw1ilz'si hearf. Gracluutenl from l4'r:mklin Scbool, Pzlssziic Hobbies: Ilzincing, Driving Future: Business HARRY MURPHY i'Murpl'1,' HTl'7Il17L'7' is so good a thing fha! we should 11m'c'r lose il Grzulllniecl from St, l':1ul's Svbool, Clifton Activities: Orchestral, Junior Pzxtrol, llistory Club, Glee Club, Senior Play, '1'r:u'k Team, Debating! Club, Iizxsebzlll, Cborus Future: Crsinus College HAROLD MUTH .fl-Iain Any new iheoriz'x? Grucluzltecl from Number 11, Clifton Hobbies: Athletics Activities: Senior Play, Footligbts Club, Mutb. Club, Frcnvli Club, Asst, Manager Football Future: lfnrlecirlcil JOSEPHINE NICOLOSI .:J0e,, Has anyone seen my pie Grmluutccl from Number 11, Clifton Hobbies: llzlnvingr, Singing Activities: I,utin Club, Glce Club, Footligbls Club, Sunior Plzq, Music' .tpprccizl tion Future: Pzlterson Normal ALDA NYMARK UAV, Oh, that c'lzfr11al gigglei' Grzuluuterl from Number G, Clifton liobbics: Swimmingr, Telmis, Skating Future: Business H THE REFLECTOR GENE PACCIORETTI 1 .Genev To worxlaip riglafly is fo low each othc'1 ' Grucluziteil fron: Number 12, Clifton llubbies: Sports Activities: 'l'rnc'k 'I'ezuu MICHAEL PASERBYK Mike Hana seldom gets one anywlaerct' Grzubluteil from Number 12, Clifton Hobbies: Fishing, Coin Collecting, Sports Future: Business THADDEUS PASIEKA ..Ted,, Patia11cc' is a Lfirtufv Grmliulteil from Number 12, Clifton Hobbies: Sports Activities: Seniur Play Future: Newark College of Engineering REGINA PESTER -fjeanu What good is life without a beau? Grzicliintecl frnni Number 2, Clifton Ilobbiesz Daneing, VVritingr Letters .Xctivitiesz Honor Society, Spanish Club Future: Vmleeimleml GENEVIEVE PIELA ujennieu What any man dare, I :lawn Grzuluzitccl from St. .lnseplfs Hnbbies: Outdoor Sports Aetivities: German Club, Glel: Club, G, 0. Rep- resentative, Bzisketbzili Future: Business MILDRED POHL 'tMillie', Cl9ee1fulm'ss is what graases the axles of ilac world Greuluuterl from Number 10, Clifton Ilnbbiesz Dancing, Motoring Future: Nursing Eighty-nine 7 . fb!! 7Dwf', THE REFLECTOR Ninety V ' ALFRED POLES Cherry', He lc'uu's LI gay old tiff' Cvrarluaterl from Numb:-r 12, Clifton Hobbies: Motoring Activities: Basketball Future: l'niversity of Michigan VICTOR PRA SISTO avicv A stroffgs stern, silent man Grarluatezl from Nnuniber 12, Clifton turing Activities: French Club, Physics Club Future: l'nix'ersity of Notre Dame, Incl. VINCENT PROFITA 'lVinc', As there is nothing great but man, Tbrrz' is nothing truly great in man but l'lJ!17'!ll'IfL'1'U Gracluatcrl from Number 15, Clifton Activities: Junior Patrol, Senior Play, Orches- tra Future: Business RUBEN PORTON Ruben Ent, ctrifzk, and be merry, For tomorrow wr diev Graduated from Number 12, Passaic' llobbies: Clu-luistry, Dominoes .M'tivities: Football, Track Future: Newark 'l'ec'bnic'al College GEORGE RAZEN GcorgieD Br swift to farm, slow to speak, slow to wrath Graduated from Nluubi-r 12, Clifton Ilobbies: Dice, Cutting: Classes Artivities: German Club, Matheinativs Club Future: Montclair State College HERBERT REID uCl'lLlCkD Not wealth, but the ability to meet diffi- fult conditions, is ttoz' measure of a man Graduated from No, 11, Clifton Hobbies: Swinuuingf, llaiicing, Skating: ,Xctivitiesz Footligrbts Club, Senior Play, Junior Patrol Future: l3u:.iness llobbicsz Listening to tall storiesf, Golf, Mo- THE REFLECTOR HOWARD ROEDEL Howie', I have hui one interest in life' Grasluatecl from Number 11, Clifton Hobbies: Pigeon-raising, Shooting Afstiviticszlionor Soviety, Math. Club, German Club Future: Stevens Tevb. VIOLA ROERICH aw, A fliiling xmile across her face Brings hm' fricnds in curry place. Griuluatcrl from Number 12, Clifton Hobbies: Sports, Iteailingr, Movies ,Xvtiviticsz Reflector StatT, Honor Soviety, Vii'cAPresiclent Freneh Club, Sec y Math. Club, Glee Club Future Montvlair College DORIS SALEEN Doreen 'Tis Mica fo be namral when you'rc' naiurally nice Gracluateml from Number SJ, Clifton Hobbies: lteatlingf, Swinuning Activities: Vive-l'resi1lcnt Spanish Club Future: Nursing CRAWFORD SCHAFER Crnwfy,' Good natzm' is ihc hex! auf! Gracluatoil from Number 10, Clifton ,Xvtivitieraz Biology Club, Physics Club, Pres. German Club, Math, Club, Glce Club, 'frank Team, Senior Play WERNER SCHINK Werner', I have a recognized dynamic personality Graduated from Number 11, Clifton Activities: Biology Club, Pbysivs Club ELSIE SCHLETTER .,E1S,, Oh, why should all life labor be? Gracluateil from Number 5, Clifton Ilobbics: Reailing, Swimming Activities: Library Club, Footlipbts Club, Ger- man Club Future: Business Ninety-one THE REFLECTOR N inery-two i MARIA SCHMUTZ ..Sis,, One who's mrcful every day, Willing to help in awry way Graduated from St. l'aul's School, Clifton Hobbies: Dancing, lteallingr, Srrapbook Activities: Library Club, Basketball, Treas. of Class, Honor Soeiety Future: University of Wisr-nnsin LESTER SCHOCKNER LLes A woman is an unknown somefhingu Granluateil from Number 10, Clifton Future: Stevens Tech. DAVID SIMKIN leD3Ve,, On his troublffrl brow then' resls u thoughtv Gracluatecl from Number 15, Clifton Hobbies: Swimming, Reading, lixperimenting with Motors Activities: Basketball, Track Team, Baseball Future: Engineer SOPHIE SINGER i'S0pl'1ie A merry heart goes all the way Grailuatecl from Number 11, Clifton Hobbies: Daneingr, Driving Activities: Basketball, Senior Play, Glef Club, Footligbts Club, G. O. Rep. Future: Business HERMAN STERN 1tHerm,, A litilf' nonsense now und lhcn Is relished hy the best of men Graduated from Number 12, Clifton Activities: Personality Leader, SeL y Debating Club, Footligbts Club, Senior Play, Junior Patrol, Class Basketball Team Future: Slipper Manufacturing Business fCol- lege nf Experieneej ARDATH SPAIQIGENBERG Ari, Pass on that vest A-Qt' Grarluatezl from Number 11, Clifton Hobbies: lteaclingj, Traveling Activities: Biology Club, German Club w Future: Business THE REFLECTOR AARON TOBIN UT-obyu Me and my xlaadowu Gracluatecl from Number 12, Clifton Hobbies: Chemistry, Photography Activities: Math. Club Future: Stevens 'I'er'h. CLARICE VAN I-IINE ushrimpn Tlaere's mischief twinkling in ber eyesv Graduated from Number 10, Clifton Hobbies: Giggling, Outdoor Sports Activities: Chorus, Glee Club, French Club, Or- chestra Future: Paterson Normal School ROBERT WALKER :.B0b,, Pleasure before business-if any business at allt' Gracluatecl from Number 4-, Clifton Hobbies: Eating, Swimming Activities: Senior Play, Junior Patrol, Spanish Club Future: Business MIRIAM WEISS :Men Taste the joy that springs from labor Graduated from Number 4-, Clifton Hobbies: Tennis, Shows, Reading Activities: Honor Society, Pres. Library Club, Footlights Club, German Club, Se- nior Play ROBERTA WHITE 'QBobbie Quiet 'till you know her- tben bow dijferenf' Graduated from St. Paul's, Buffalo, N, Y. Hobbies: Reading, Music Activities: German Club Future: Fnclecirlecl ANNETTE WILLISTON ..Nm,, All who would win joy musl share il. Happiness was born a twin Graduated from Junior High, Tamaqua, Penn. Hobbies: Swimming, Athletics Activities: Footlights Club, Basketball, Girl Reserves Future: University of Wisconsin Ninety-three THE REFLECTOR Ninety-four WALTER WINKLER Qtwaltri To seek and find, but not to yieldi' Graduated from No. 12, Cliftnn Hobbies: Fisbingx, Sports, Boating Artivities: Honor Society, Asst, Football Mgr., Football Mgr., Asst. Basketbzxll Mgr. Future: Business LEONARD YACONO uYoCkn Lek lap the light fantuxtici' Graduated from Number 15, Clifton Hobbies: Sports, Ice Skating Avtivities: Basketball, Baseball, Trai-k Future: Notre Dame University, Ind. SYLVIO ZANETTI ..Syb,, Plan your work thoroughly, than thor- oughly work your plarf' Gracluateil fruin Number 10, Clifton Hobbies: Talking Debating Team, Senior Play Future: Uncle:-icled Avtivities: Pres, Spanish Club, Vive-Pres. Cur- rent History and Biology Clubs, LECTOR 5 f f WEA Wpy MW 1 7 f ffm, WWW? M 7 WW ZW ,A f Z MM gk Q? 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Life's greatest problems are prob- lems of business, and without a proper training one is handicapped in their mastery. If you are going to college, a thorough secretarial training will be of great value to you not only in connection with your studies but also in earning money to help with the expenses. Approximately seventy-five per cent of the col- lege graduates eventually find their biggest opportu- nities in business. Not over fifty per cent of those who enter college complete it. Why not get your economic education first, and be prepared for a re- sponsible business position. Let us talk over your problems. D R A K E fsdssqgarlo - ii A t l BUSINESS scHooL ' i A 196-198 JEFFERSON STREET Ggggnllem PASSAIC, N. J. diff? 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V A U G H A N 128 BROADWAY PATERSON, N. J. CLIFTGN LCDGE No. 1569 B. P. QE - -- - -2-1's1zf1Q:m . Aw: Q ,gi ,, 7152, if :TY-Y , ' :WL , JACQUESWQLFELCO. MANUFACTURING Cumvusrs AND Impomsns PASSAIC. N. J. ffffff-E ,ff QNA N, x Xa V Q NATXOW 1 ll it ' wg la -'fl X Q ep' 2 ,,,ff CLIFTQN KIWANIS CLUB Objectives To give primacy to the human and spiritual rather than to the material values of life. To encourage the daily living of the Golden Rule in all human relationships. To promote the adoption and the applica- tion of higher social, business, and professional standards. To develop, by precept and example, a more intelligent, aggressive and serviceable citizenship. To provide through Kiwanis clubs, a practi- cal means to form enduring friendships, to render altruistic service, and to build better commu- nities. To cooperate in creating and maintaining that sound public opinion and high idealism which make possible the increase of righteous- ness, justice, patriotism, and good will. ff if ergy , as ' ill SCX C' , 4 af: ,z-. Q I , 1. I 1 ,H , s XL JSI? 'f Q '1 I'jlI 122522, ,:Sim,,,iIQf ,1,fff ::g-I 91'1lN 'I' 'HBV I-121-135131:--fs ffiffffiwi ' 1 ' P 5 mi .. ' ' N iiasllliiiiii . :E:?e:::, ,, ---penal? ,. 4 -' 77 -'-?Ti-L , Q Y Say It Wiib Flowers FLOWERS FOR ALL OCCASIONS Graduations - W'eddings - Funerals - Birthdays Decorations of All Kinds for Church or Home Events Give Us a Trial and Be Convincedv ORDERS DELIVERED ANYWHERE FISCHER, FLORIST 7952 MAIN AVENUE CLIFTON, N. Telephone: PAssaic 3-1946 ALLOW US TO HELP YOU ON THE ROAD TO SUCCESS We Prof! As We Serve CLIFTON NATIONAL BANK CORNER MAIN AND UNION AVENUES Cliftorfs Most Modern Bank Building THE HENRY R. GOULD PRESS LESLIE H. FLOYD, Proprielor 215 HARDING AVENUE CLIFTON, N. J. Teleplmne: PA sszl iv 2-874-Il All Graduates of this school are eligible for admission to Pace Institute p8 nationally known and distinctive professional school of technical training in NATIONAL ELECTRIC Business Administration Accountancy COMPANY, INC. Secretarial Practise Classes for beginners at Pace Institute prepare high-school graduates for imme- ELECTRAGISTS diate earnings. Many Pace graduates are now treasurers and controllers of large YY YY corporations-others are in successful accountancy practise. Field trips to the offices and plants ofthe J. JUSTESEN, Manager largest organizations in New York City are conducted especially for day students in the Accountancy School and for day 2' students in the Secretarial School. Students and Parents are invited 5 8 3 M A I N A V E N I' E to confer with the Registrar PASSING, NA J' Day School - - Evening School Pace Institute 225 Broadway New York -STYLED RIGHT MAIN SWEET SI-IOPPE -WEAR RIGHT 717 M A I N A Y E N U IC -PRICED RIGHT CLIFTON, N. J. ENNA JETTICK The HOME or ANHEUSER-BUSCH SHOES ICE CREAM For Women and Growing Girls F. M. KRISTON SS and S6 IJIQLIYERY SERVICE Prissaic' 2f574-ii A B B O T T i S 634 MAIN AVE., PASSAIC, N. J. Center Barber Shop FRED LORENZ, Prop. Special Aliention to Ladies :md Cbilrlrzw 324 Q'I.lF'I'0N AYIC., CLIFTON, N. J. Boomsma Teacher of Mandolin, Guitar and Saxaphone 90 YVASIIINGTON S'1'R1'1E'1' l'.X'l'1'11tSON, N. J. liooni 8 Israel Friend, L.L.B. LAWYER Clifton High School, 1921 Heights Cleaning, Dyeing and Tailoring S. LIPENHOLTZ, Prop. 335 VERNON .'XYl'1N1'l'1 CCM. Crooks Avej 1' A 'l' E Ii S O N, N. J. Slierwood Z-9668 Miss M. E. Phelps The LORRAINE BEAUTY SALON 7-118 MAIN .XV1'1NL'E CLIFTON, N. J. Phone: l'Assniv 3-2387 Open Also on Monday and Friday Evenings FOR EVERYTHING GOOD IN EATS Piper's Market 390 CROOKS AVENUE CLIFTON, N. J. Phone: SHerwoofl 2-8284- A Friend Phone: l'.'Xssuic 2-3196 The Auto Mart Selected Used Automobiles A. Aldrich 828 MAIN AVE., PASSAIC, N. J. Telephone: I'Ass:1ic 2f00O7 Kenneth H. Robinson GENERAL INSURANCE Real Estate - Mortgage Loans MAIN .xxn CI.lF'I'0N AYICNIIHS CLIFTON, N. .I. Tcleplmne: PAssaic 2-7181 Independent Tailoring VINCENT HUBER, Prop. 56 MADISON AVI INUli CLIFTON, N. J. S. Frumin Clifton Journal PUBLISHED EVERY F R I D A Y Ernest Weber, D. D. S. CI,IF'l'ON NA'I I. BANK I5l'II.DING CI.IF'I'ON, NIQVV .IICRSPIY Telephone: PA ssuiv 23002 Quinlan's Funeral Home J. P, QUINLAN 30 HAHDING .XVENITI CLIFTON, N, J. Diamond's Store Stationery and Drug Sundries Ice Cream and Soda fl-12 CLIFTON AYENIIE CLIFTON, N. .I. Phono: I'Ass:1ic' 2-2280 William R. Jones VULCANIZING at Modern Prices -L8 I,I'DI7ING'I'0N AVENYE fl-ienrj CLIFTON, N. J. Ray's Delicatessen FULL LINE OF GROCERIES 147 TIIICNTON AVI'INL'I'I CLIFTON, N. J. Telephone : PA ssu ic 2-1826 The Typewriter Company VVI11. T. Grimshnw, Mgr, All Makes of New and Rebuilt Typewriters Sold, Rented, Ilepzxirecl Guzlranteerl Sslfisfuetinn II IIUYVIC .-XVII, PASSAIC, N. .l, Passaic' County Agent for Iioynl Typewriter Co, Kaempfer's Market Telephone: PA ssa ir' 2- 1222 Andy's Market CHOICE MEATS 1 POULTRY Fish - Oysters - Clams Groceries - Delicatessen A Full Line of Vegetables Home Made Clam Chowder Iivcry Frichly Orders Fuller! For :mil llelirerefl T95 MAIN AVE., CLIFTON, N. J, Phone: I'Assaie 2-6680 Thomas Coal Company SCRANTON COAL PITTSTON CLIFTON NAT'L BANK BUILDING CLIFTON, N. J. Phone: I'Ass:1ic 2-099-1- Resiclence: IR-Xsszlir' 2-5099-M Say Ii Willa Floufersl' CLIF'l'ON'S FOKIGMOST FLORIST The Flower Shoppe John Yugell, Prop. 322 CLIFTON AVN., CLIFTON, N. J. Sal Maccia IVE DELIVER Ernie's Confectionery Delicious Sandwiches Served Day and Night E. TOMAI, Proprietor jobbing Prompcly Attended To Phone: PAss:1ic 2-5369 John G. Hudert ELECTRICAL CONTRACTOR 793W MAIN AYICNYH CLIFTON, N, J. Headquarters for Grebe Radio Richer mul 'I'usIier 'I'hur1 Ever The May-Fair Bakery FRANK B. DIETRICH, Prop. M4 CLIFTON AVE., CLIFTON, N. J. Phone: PAss:li0 3-2327 For :1 good treat, Listen in to the Three Bakers Station VV A I3 C, Mumluy evg-:s,. 9 p. ni. Phone: Li-Xlnhert 3-4375 DINE AND DANCE AT TIIH Hazel Grill TOM - AND - ANDY Banquets - Parties 4518 HAZEL ROAD, CLIFTON, N, .I. Phone: PA ssaic 2-64-I5 M. Lamanna Ice Cream, Soda, Cigars, Candy Newspapers - Magazines We Hzmrlle the Hext 184- LAKEVIENV AYICNYE CLIFTON, N, J. JOHN A. CELANTANO PLOG'S GARAGE AND SERVICE STATION CARS BOUGHT AND SOLD DAY AND NIGHT TOWING REPAIRING PARTS FOR ALL CARS -L99 PIAGET AVE., CLIFTON, N, J. Day Phone: PAssuic 2-8778 Night Phone: PAss:1ic 2-3638 For Music Try Us First MILLER MUSIC HOUSE 201 NTAllKl'1'1' S'l'lil'lI4l'l' Ixx'I'III:sON, N. .I. WALTER J. PAPROCKI PAINTING DECORATING AND PAPER-HANGING CONTRACTOR Estimates Cheerfully Given 170 LA Kl'lVU'IYV ,XYl'lNl'I'l CI,IF'1'0X, N, J. Phone: I'As.s:lic- 2-6758-.1 H. A. Friend McGil1's Market MEAT AND POULTRY 37 YVIIIIIIAM S'l'lH'll'l'l' PASSAIC, N. J, Prompt liflirerlzf Phones: I'Assz1ic' 2-0678 --- 2-0679 Louis Zanetti GENERAL INSURANCE '1-8 VAN RIVER AVENVIC CLIFTON, N. J, Vardee Motor Sales, Inc. HUPMOBILE SALES AND SERVICE Telephone : PA ssn ic 2-11088 233-av RANnoI.I-H AVENUE CLIFTON, N. .I. 'I'e-Ieplmne-z PA ssu ii' 2-0510 PRESCRIPTIONS AND DR UGS l'lmne': Sllerwoml 7537 Ke-sirIcm'c Pliomf-: I.AinIwerf 1120-M Grimshaw Florist A T Say if with l Inw1frx.' Im! Bellinsonfs Pharmacy my if rviflz Hum YW Cm' Flowrrx - Plfmlx Floral Drsigns U85 NI AIN .X YHN l'I'I Cffor,M:irIisuix,Xvve1u1ej 9 8 I M A I N S T R li E T UJFWN- N J- 1f.x'1'1c1:soN, N. J. 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REAL ESTATE AND INSURANCE Department of Motor Vehicles 302 CLIFTON AVENUE, CLIFTON, NEW JERSEY Phones: PAssaic 2-4664 - 2-2770 PORTABLE MACHINERY COMPANY C01wey01' Mmznfuciurers LAKEVIEW AVENUE, CLIFTON, N. J. SETH BOYDEN SCHOOL OF BUSINESS Affiliated with New Jersey Law School A COLLEGIATE SCHOOL OF BUSINESS FOR MEN AND WOMEN Seth Iloyden offers courses lending to the degree of Buvhelor uf Svienee in Business Adlninistrzltion or to the Certificate in Scrreturinl Studies. Stu- dents may spevinlize in Ar'c'm1nting, Bzxnkinpf und Finance, Insnrzlnce, Market- ing and Advertising, and Ofiice and Industrial Management. DAY AND EVENING CLASSES Registration for the fall term opens June 1, 1931 Address L'0IllII11lIlii'2'LfI0l1S to Herbert C. Iinnsaker, Dean, Seth Bnyden School of Business, 4.0 Rector Street, Newark, New Jersey. UNDER WOOD STANDARD NOISELESS PORTABLE TYPE WRI TERS ARE ALWAYS DEPENDABLE UNDERWOOD TYPEWRITER CO. 150 ELLISON STREET, PATERSON, N. J. 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