Clifton High School - Rotunda Yearbook (Clifton, NJ)

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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

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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

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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