Clifton High School - Rotunda Yearbook (Clifton, NJ)

Text from Pages 1 - 110 of the 1932 volume:

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IN Mnlllvl Miss .Xml cwiul. 21 L: f1 ll.l' .lmkvsl MVS' 5f lP ' Fl' l'lS'Ql'i'.fl Miss Iullrgilwl Dv Yriw .li. , mill '.5I1lhlll Miss iumlllilil Ellllllll XVN Fl. - IA. HA A Mr, .Kill-1.111 blruylq Miss llvlvii W lllmnpsmi . iss .mm ,. .umm I Y F , 1 . Miss llvlsn X lllllx Miss Xlllilllllil .l:l1'lmvl4's Miss l'llsi0 M. .lulmsnm Miss lI:1nn:1l1 'l'. Kvrwin HISTORY DRAW'Nf 1 Miss lluxcl lm Fuvrc' .lliss f'1iflll'I'flII' ,l. Ifrurvu Mrs- X Wll' M- f 'i'l 'l'l ' Miss lilimilwllx IS. Murrcll Mp, g'l,,,,vl,-S ly, 130,-flmlil Mis, Amin, M4-I,:,i,, Miss J,,m.t M,,,.Sh.,Il Mi-1cQHANlc1AL DllAW'lNG Mrs. l'lvvlyn Y. Uslxurm' Mr, llmmlforrl ,Lliii-I1:u1'ils Mr. Gvni'g:i- 'l'. l'uillllmrcl Mrs. Milclrvcl l'. Svzirs H1155 lillgl J, Snyclvr Miss ClJll'll'i' .X. Slllilll Miss lilizsnlwili C. 'l'ulils' IJFIYSIQAI-, TlifXlNING Miss Glumlys xYl7l'lll MODILIKN LANGUAGES SCILNCE .llr. li. l'vI'IIlIffllll Ilwrr Mrs. .Xlivv llc- l,04'uw Miss Mary lim-lly Mr. l.JlllQll'f' Claxton Mr. .Xl'llllIl' llmnwlly .llixs lfalmr Il. lvf1l'l'1llll Ml.. 'lumix Bnkm. Mrs. lirnzi W. .Miele-i'0gg Mr. 'l'll0lllZlS I . Dolan 5W,'N A ' Miss K:lllu'l'im- 'l'. Ulizlsv Mr. llvliclnll VV. llzlm M155 Lmmit X' llmlns Miss .lllllil llutlnwisici' Miss lilm-:u1m'0 Scluislc-r Miss Marion We-iggvl Four Mr. l'l1:1i'lc-s W. llzlrtzcll Mr. Philip 'l'. Pings-l Mr. .lose-pli li. Iiosvnfclrl DON1I2S'fIC SQILNQQE Miss C. Mrmrsv L ciitorials Our' Tbenzc' - Local Color N the printed page it is possible to give only an abbreviated idea as to what this thing-Local Color--isg but let us attempt the impossible. To be most specific, and yet to be most paradoxical, Local Color is everything around us, Local Color is all that goes to make up the marked environment of a locality, Local Color is that unqualified characteristic that differentiates one place from another so completely that it is impossible to mistake one for the other. Let me explain: In the city we find Local Color in the surge of the crowd, in the whirr of the machine, in the air of bustle and excitement that pervades every modern metropolis. On the prairie we find Local Color in the surge of the hills, in the glamor of space, in the air of peace and unruffled content that hangs upon the landscape. In Clifton we find Local Color in the mountains that hem us in near Paterson, in the Race Track with its memories of thoroughbreds and stables, in the old Colonial relics that remind us of the time W'ashington camped on our doorstep. And in Clifton High we find Local Color in the curve of the janit0r's moustache, in the conversation of the corridor, the gossip of everyday things that concern us-Miss Le Fevre's new car, Mr. Berthold's new hat, Mary Hfs new beau, Jack K.'s new tie, for us these things are Local Color. And what could be more appropriate than to adopt as our theme this term that quality that makes Clifton, Clifton, and Clifton High, Clifton High,-Local Color! Derclirfs SHIP, heavily laden with cargo, bound for a far-distant port, steams majestically out of the harbor. For hours, perhaps days, the sun shines brightly and the sea is calm. From the captain on the bridge comes the call, All's well. The crew goes merrily about its tasks. Five THE REFLECTOR Suddenly, and almost without warning, a storm arises, waves begin to lash the deck, sailors are scurrying here and there. The ship sways with the wind and is tossed furiously about. Night comes on, and the storm increases in fury. The command from the bridge, Throw the cargo overboard,', is heard above the roar of thunder. This done, the crew seeks means of saving the ship, but to no avail. The lights go out, and the engines cease to function. The command is again heard, To the boats, men. And amid the raging of the storm the ship is abandoned and becomes a derelict. A derelict at sea-what a picture of hopelessness and despair. A young man, or a young' woman, for that matter, leaves the parental roof in search of success. The day is bright with hope, and as he bids a fond farewell there seems to be nothing to prevent his reaching his desired goal. But the storms of life overtake him and, away from home influence, the young man loses his way. Evil companions entice him to forsake the narrow path. Suddenly, he finds himself abandoned by respectable people. He becomes a human derelict, an outcast from society. In our great cities, there are hundreds of such men, and women, too. Have you ever looked into the faces of a gathering of human dere- licts? If you have, a wave of pity has swept into your soul and tears have filled your eyes. Their faces are ashen, their clothing torn, they are without home or food or friends. They started out, like the ship, with every hope of reaching the port. But a storm arose-a storm so furious, so overwhelming, that only the shell itself remains. A derelict on the sea of life! H ow About It? T seems to me that one of the most regrettable features of the athletic contests in which our school participates is the lack of organized cheering. And oneis regret in pondering this matter is only aggra- vated by thinking of the splendid response that the cheer-leaders always elicit in assembly. When we have a roof over our heads and uninspiring walls around us, we exhibit mighty lung power. But when our teams are out on the field fighting for us, we utter half-hearted yelps or simply maintain an aloof silence. You can't place the blame for this shortcoming of ours on the shoul- ders of the cheerleaders, they certainly rasp their throats and rack their limbs in their attempt to make it loudlv Neither can you say that this peculiar fault is due to our lack of interest in athletics, we certainly get out behind our teams as far as attendance is concerned. But perhaps you can locate the cause of this lack of noise by looking around you at the next game you attend. Don't be surprised to see Clifton rooters perched in little isolated cliques-some here, some there, and some repos- ing peacefully among the enemy,s ranks. That's where the trouble begins! For, when the cheerleaders race out to lead us in a peppy yell, their efforts Six T H E R E F L E C T O R are simply wasted. Few hear what cheer is to be given, naturally few respond. What we need is organization! What we ought to do is get together, open our mouths, and announce to the wide, wide world that we come from Clifton High and are proud of it! Let's get organized, let,s get out behind our teams-and Yell! A Depression HE world has, in the last few months, overworked the word depres- siong nevertheless, I am going to write about it again today. Have you ever stopped to think of the occasional depression we have in our school? I think it is especially noticeable on Mondays. Friday afternoons we go home from school with all our books packed under our arms and the very best intentions of doing our homework. That evening we usually think, There's no use doing homework tonight. I've two more days to do it in. Saturday morning we sleep late, and after lunch there are usually some friends to visit or a football game to see. Saturday night we sit down with our books. Then the telephone rings and some friends asks, Bob for Bill, or Maryj , there is a dandy picture at the theater down town. There's a crowd going. W'on't you come, too? We grab our hats and meet our friends. Our homework is still undone. Sunday morning, if we get up early enough, we go to church. In the afternoon we go for a walk or a ride, because the weather is so fine. Sunday night, friends of the family drop in for a visit. We could not be so impolite as to ask to be excused to do our homework Cwe might miss somethingj. That night we go to bed with our books still unopened. Monday is the day of depression. In our Hrst period, English Class, We receive a zero for not being able to recite Qhow can we recite if we have not looked at the lesson?D . Next period is our history class. We remember a little of the lesson from Friday, and we rate a fifty for the day. Third period comes gym. We forget our troubles of the day and enjoy that period. Fourth period is lunch-there is no depression there. Fifth period is algebra and, of course, the teacher calls on us to put the first example on the board fit has never been known to be any differentj . We have to explain, with some embarrassment, that we have not worked out the problem. There is no need to explain what that means. Sixth period in French class we cannot take the vocabulary test or conjugate the verbs. More depression. Seventh period, our study class, is the period when we think of all the zeros and poor marks we got during the day. They are going to cause a depression in our weekly average. We then decide for should decidej to do our assigned work and help do away with depression in C. H. S. Seven THE REFLECTOR Crowns ROM time immemorial, the crown has been an emblem of authority and of attainment. In all ages, it has represented the height of power, the goal of achievement. Let no one take thy crown is an admoni- tion heard since childhood. And while it usually has fallen rather lightly from the lips of the speaker upon ears that listened somewhat inatten- tively, fascinated merely by the sound of the words themselves, it deserves a far greater depth of thought. There are many crowns in a lifetime for which all should earnestly strive if one would lead a worthwhile existence. The crown of health. How often do we trample beneath our feet this diadem and make little or no effort to obtain it, or, having obtained it, to keep it. Exuberant physical and mental health is indeed priceless. The sacrifices and deprivations necessary to maintain a healthy mind and body are well worth the effort. The crown of health! How it glitters on the brow of the wearer. And how much more can be accomplished with it than without it. The crown of character. This is the most precious of all possessions. When lost, it is well-nigh impossible to regain it. Therefore, it is impor- tant to begin early in life to develop a character of which all can be proud. Cultivation of a desire to possess a good character is the first requirement. With that seed planted in the breast, great progress has already been made. In the age of improvement in methods and development of the mod- ern machine, we sometimes get the idea that newer methods in character- building should also be developed. Strange as it may seem, such is not the case, for the same spiritual and natural laws remain in force as when the world began, and the young man or woman of today would do well to remember that Nature still exacts her toll from him who disobeys her laws and that God still rules the Universe and demands of men obedience to his mandates under penalty of serious consequences. The crown of character can be won only by constant effort, but it is a crown of pure gold. The crown of success, that crown which all seek and which so few obtain. While environment, selection of companions and friends, and other things play a large part, success in life depends for the most part upon one,s self. If one of these things is hampering your progress to- ward the goal of success, try to eliminate the obstacles. Remember that you have a right to yourself, to do with yourself what you feel sure is right. You are the captain of your ship, and it is you who are respon- sible for the result when life is finished. Others may help you win the race, but when decisions are to be made, when battles are to be fought, it is you and you alone who must stand the test. Eight f ' ' Q 1 ITEIZFITVIZE Romance of 1150 jungle 'QThen, I dare you!,' And, I accept your dare!', A group of people on the little veranda of the only decent house in Baucho had been discussing various things, among them the secrets of the jungle. These people, young and old, were all adventurers. Some were there in Africa merely for the sake of seeing and boasting of having visited the dark continent. One or two were there on business, but only one or two. Even they, business men that they were, forgot all else in the excitement of the moment. A young woman, Betty Lavors, had arisen from her seat and was shouting loudly, And now, he'll most likely go back on his boasts. Oh, yes, he could fly over the jungle and over to Okanga safely in his plane. Oh, yes, I think not! It might be safe and all that, but you'll never catch Ralph Linton risking his neck, even for a thrill. Now if I had the nerve, which he hasn't, I'd go with him, just to show you that I mean what I say. The young man, too, had jumped to his feet and was himself shout- ing, addressing his sneers to Miss Lavors. Oh, so you think I wouldn't, do you. Well, I'll show you a thing or two. But, I'd sooner hang than fly with you. So that's going to be your excuse, is it? You have no one to go with. We,ll fix that, no fear. You can take--. She looked around, wondering who would do. Then she cried she had found the very one. Take Eileen Waters with you. She'd make an excellent com- panion. But perhaps Eileen, too, is afraid of the jungle, even in a plane. Oh, hum, these people that brag. Miss Waters snapped back at her, So this is your way of backbiting! But then, it's just what I'd expected of you. And another thing, I'm not afraid of that old jungle, in or out of a plane, so there!,' Then, I dare you! Nine gg THE Rnrrmcfron And, I accept the dare! The little gathering sensed the tenseness of the situation, and all re- mained silent. The experiment would be as thrilling as it was risky. Thrills were their aims in life, it seemed. Perhaps that was why they allowed the couple to take the hazardous flight. Ralph, however, was far from being optimistic. The affair might be adventurous, and all that, but he felt greatly dubious about it all. But then, the girl was willing, so why shouldn't he shrug his shoulders as well? It was a week later. Preparations had been made, and all was in readiness. It was five in the morning, and the African sky was coating the sun, which was already beginning to waken to its daily task. With an effort old man Sun began to stretch, and immediately long gray streaks appeared in the east. Last minute good-byes were said, and the plane was sent off into the sky, its nose pointed far over the jungle. The little group watched it pass from sight. Betty was stamping her feet and say- ing, The fool, the foollv It wasn't long before Ralph had ascertained that the wind would be of great aid to him, it being at his back. Hours passed. Eileen looked up and smiled at the sun, which was trying its hardest to blind her. But she giggled delightfully, it was all so thrilling. She turned around and waved her hand at Linton, who responded by waving back, as he, too, was enjoying the novel experience. He couldn't imagine what he had worried for, there wasn't anything to worry about. They were well, the plane was running smoothly, they had plenty of fuel, and were hav- ing loads of fun. His feelings were so high that he instinctively felt a desire to adjust the altitude accordingly. Down to the joy-stick went his hand, and up rushed the plane. The girl's head went dizzy with the sudden change, and she gasped. XV hat in the world was happening? She looked behind and saw Ralph grinning mischievously. Oh, so it was a trick of his! Oh, well, it was all in fun. Linton, in order to do the thing up brown, sent the plane's nose up higher and higher. The grade was frightfully steep. The motor responded hesitatingly and coughed. It sputtered, while Linton frantically clutched at the controls. The engine had gone dead. The plane slipped back into a tailspin. It was suicide to remain a moment longer! Ralph screamed at the top of his lungs: Out! Quick! The parachute! They both jumped, opened their parachutes, and sank slowly to the jungle underneath. They had been in the air only a few seconds, when darting and screeching the plane rushed past them. Far below the sound of the crash came to them. Ralph looked down, and then to Eileen. She was a little above him, and as far as he could see, she was delighted with something. He had no idea with what. The ground was close now, and they prepared to meet it. They landed with a bump, Ralph quickly untying himself and running to Ten THE REFLECTOR Eileen. He pushed his way through heavy underbrush, yelling, Eileen, Eileen, where are you?', Here, over here. Breathlessly breaking through the dense wood he came upon herg she was sprawled and enmeshed in the parachute. He immediately set about disentangling her, crying Are you hurt? Do you feel all right? Are you frightened?', She looked up at his worried face and laughed. It was contagious, he began to grin. She tried to catch her breath, laughed, and managed to gasp, Oh, you look so funny! Oh-. And she began all over again, laughing uproariously. He felt just a trifle sheepish, and said: Well, I did wonder for a moment if you were safe. But come on, cut the laughing, and get up. He helped her to her feet, and she leaned heavily upon him, still weak from her efforts. There they stood, two young people in the heart of the jungle. Around them was nothing but trees and underbrush, the trees reach- ing far overhead, the plant life, tall and powerful. All animal life had been frightened away, because of the fall of the plane. Now, isn't this lovely? Yes, Eileen, I guess it is. They certainly were skeptical, but then, who wouldn't be? Ralph was the first to stir. K Let,s look for the plane, or whatis left of it. We may just as wellf' All right, let's.,' Her voice was as his, light and steady. Evidently it was daytime, and they felt the courage which comes with it. But when night would fall, then courage would find itself a thing to be prayed for. With energetic strides they pushed through the heavy foliage. They kept their eyes open for any signs of the wreck. The jungle had, by now, leaped upon them for fair. The sky was hidden with the intense growth of trees and plants, and already the silence had broken. Animal life was beginning to make so bold as to investigate the cause of the noise. The little, small-faced monkeys chattered down in derision from the trees above. Some even dared to swing before the two and dangle there a brief moment. Once or twice, the girl was startled and threw her com- panion a look of apprehension. But, nevertheless, it wasn't long before she was as free with the monkeys as they were with her. This ceaseless flow of nonsensical words seemed to be the best air of pretention she could assume. But soon pretention found itself to be actual glee. The warm breezes fanned her hair to the back of her head, and she held her face to meet them, they were so refreshing. The green bushes and palms waved a striking effect, the sun peeped in from above, as did monkeys from the trees, and it was all so new. She felt she could live this dream for years. Ralph, fearing that she would shrink from the jungle's depths, watched her sharply. It was his fear that she would be frightened. But instead, her head was held erect, her eyes danced with merriment, she Eleven THE REFLECTOR giggled with each succeeding monkey's antics, and Ralph too smiled, but now in relief. The situation was serious, decidedly more so than he dared admit. But he, too, must keep his spirits high, and manner flip- pant. Oh, Ralph, Ralph, I have found it. Look! Look--there! ' Indeed, she had found it, it was the plane. It was in a million and one pieces, of course, but at that, it was in its entirety. They rushed to- ward it, at the same time noticing one of the wings hanging still, in a nearby tree. Excitedly, they encircled the wreck, merely looking. Shaking himself from his daze, Ralph strode toward the remains of what was once a plane, and sought to find something, he didnit say what. Finally he pulled out two sandwiches, and then, from far underneath the debris, a cushion. Linton, without even looking up, handed the sand- wiches to the girl, who had by now reached his side and was watching him expectantly. He ripped a bit of the overstuffed pillow, and dug his hand inside. What he pulled forth was an automatic. He, evidently, had been wisely precautious. He further disclosed a number of cartridges. We may need this. She looked at him, her look was a quizzical one. It was as though she were mentally asking, What's the idea?,' He was still muttering to himself. You never can tell, we may need this, and desperatelyf' Once again he shook himself and laughed, a true enough laugh. It Was reassuring, and Eileen smiled up at him, he was so easy to smile with. The sun had become weary, and was reluctantly succumbing to the beckoning call of the west. Her head was bending slowly in the direc- tion, and she seemed to be closing her eyes, allowing the jungle shadows to cast their ominous threats in long ghostly shapes. The breeze of the afternoon had become biting and chilled, the cool, refreshing atmosphere had taken on a cold, harsh aspect. It was all so oppressive. Gone was the feeling of joy and elation. Eileen smiled wanly at Ralph, and glanc- ing around slowly she groped for his hand. She found it and held it tightly. It was so nice and warm, the only thing warm around her, it seemed. It was getting darker and darker, quite suddenly, too. Ralph looked up into the tree, looked down at the now shivering Eileen, and decided to risk the carrying out of a plan which he had been forming. There wouldnit be much comfort, but the tree would keep them secure and out of reach of wild animals. She was willing to try anything once, and the next minute they were climbing the limbs of the tree. And there, in the branches, they doubled up and endeavored to find rest. They reclined uncomfortably for a while, neither wishing to express his or her unhappy thoughts. They were seeking oblivion in sleep, while the jungle had at last awakened. Below could be heard the slow, padded walking of giant cats, of the ferocious, fierce type. Low rumbling came up to the tensely listening Twelve THE REFLECTOR couple. The long, dreary night was nothing short of a nightmare, a horrible, vivid nightmare. But the dawn again brought with it courage, and Ralph and Eileen climbed down from their awkward positions. Both were stiff from the night's quarters. They had now to think of finding a way home. Surely it was ridiculous to hope to be able to walk back to civilization, but it was just as silly to expect aid to drop from the clouds. Clouds-they themselves had dropped from the clouds. The two looked up, and there they were-white, immense, low. But they were African clouds, and part of the secrets of the jungle. Secrets! What else was there but secrets? There was a secret behind the next tree, a secret in the rustle of the leaves, a menace in unseen, growling beasts. Nothing was in sight--everything was concealed, hidden, waiting. A lion was angrily pushing his way through the brush. There was no effort at quiet, the lion, snarling and abusive, just boldly thrust him- self upon the day. He threw his head from side to side in a sullen, biting mood. A twig snapped, and on a limb of a tree not far away, a rolled up, yellow ball uncurled. It was a crouched panther. The giant leaves swayed over him, camouflaging his tense presence-another phase of the jungle's secrets. The boy and girl wandered. Where? Even they did not know. They could not stand still, so they wandered, hand in hand, quietly, re- signedly. They would face the jungle, defy it, expose it. They would breathe, live, fight every inch of the Way. A sleepy jungle found itself deserted. Long shadows were now play- ing in and among the trees. Lazy ponds and lakes lay calmly awaiting the moon. Then only could they awaken and reflect the brilliance of the dancing moonbeams, glittering beautifully in the dark of the night. The sky had become dark, the treetops were completely lost far above. The day had ended, night had begun. The moon rose slowly. Louis Gnoss, June 1932. The Swan O, beautiful swan, I see you there, In a beautifully gardened pond. O, graceful swan I picture you, There among the gently spraying fountain. O, delicate swan adrifting, Drifting as though moved by dainty breezes. O, dark blue sky, you, too, are there, With your little sparkling eyes. O, quiet sky, you lend beauty there, There, with the gardened pond, and the gliding swan. ROY TEETSELL, June 1932. Thirteen THE REFLECTOR T0 Beauty O beauty, let me capture thee And tie thee down with words, Before my eyes are shadowed slits, And Time has stuffed my ears with age. For now I know thee well, Aye, know thee with the intimate familiarity of love, Walking in thy glowing glory all the day, Rapturously dreaming dreams of thee at night. But knowing thee and loving thee as well as I do now While youth burns hotly in myself, What shall I do when I am old And can no longer seek thee out In dawn and rose and brook and bird as I do now! Why then . . . why even with good fortune as my guide, If I stumble on thee unawares, How shall I recognize thy laughter Ur know thy soul-entrancing smile, If light is dim and sound is mute And I am old .... O beauty, life will be a mockery, a melancholy thing, If empty hours follow glorious days, Without thee, after being more than friends, I shall be lonely, desolate, and sad, And die at last of grief,-heartbroken. So, beauty, let me capture thee And with apt phrases tie thee down That I may always summon up The loveliness my eyes have seen, The melody my ears have heard. All these are beauty I have seen: Fog, the dim immensity of stars, Hills etched and hills that billow, Day breaking like the chime of distant bells, Mountains blurred by miles, smoke in the wind, Sunshine dazzling on snow, Drifting continents of cloud, Oaks that shadow quiet pools, The genial glow of logs ablaze, Surf surging up to kiss the cliff's gray cheek, Rainbows bridging earth and immortality, Wet grass, the face of a little child asleep, Sheep on the hillside, sky and sundown, All these are beauty I have seen. THE REFLECTOR All these are beauty I have heard: Rain on the roof 5 wind in the trees- Wind strumming birch harps in the night, The voice of one belovedg Songs that stir old dreams again, Echoes, the symphony of brooks That sing as they go searching for the seag Utter stillness, the melody The hermit thrush pours out at dusk, The solemn depth of organ tone, Laughter, old chimes that carol Silent Night Across the snow on Christmas eveg The steady pulsing of a plane high in the airg The soft caressing sweetness of a lullabyg All these are beauty I have heard. O beauty, words are futile chains For thy elusive lovelinessg With them I cannot capture thee Or tie thee tightly to myself. But shed no tears for me, thy lover, I am content with what I have. Go dwell in dawn and brook and bird As thou hast ever done . . . I am content. I have a fragment of thee here in memory To keep until I die, when I shall claim All that is thee and thine, my own. VERNON GROUNDS, February 1932. Dust It was here before everything, But it has forgotten. It rubbed on the back of the serpent as he crawled through the Garden It was blown about by the wind with the spices from Cleopatrais hair. It was trampled under the hoofs of mighty war-horses clanging in battle Bloody soldiers kissed it and died. This it has forgotten. But I know That it is ever here, waiting for tomorrow, Forgetting yesterday. Looking forward to a host of tomorrows. And a legion of tomorrows. Always seeing tomorrow, Forgetting' yesterday. D. SCHNEIDER, June 1932. Fifteen THE REFLECTOR On Mowing a Lawn I ' iii -MIENTHOUSE dwellers may cherish the idea that they are far y Ll superior in altitude at least to the average suburbanitc 1 I I1 Yet though I dwell in one of said despised suburbs no pangs mw .-, , p 6 W .I lm'-J,..m of envy pierce my heart when I compare my status with that of those who pass their days perched atop some mam- moth structure. There is one reason in particular why I am glad I am not an inhabitant of an ultra-modern domicile, for who has ever con- ceived the picture of a penthouse dweller with his coat off, his sleeves rolled up, his brow dripping with the moist results of his exertions- pushing a lawn-mower! The idea is preposterous, of course, for in most penthouses there is scant room for bare necessities, much less for lawn- mowersg besides, there is no place for a lawn. Consequently, a large per- centage of modern America exists without ever knowing the supreme de- light of mowing a lawn. There is absolutely nothing in creation that can compare with the exhilarating joy of pushing a whirring machine through deep, lush grass while the sun beams brightly in the sky and the little sparrows twitter in the trees. Ah, such pleasure passes the power of words. Only the for- tunate few who have experienced this rare rapture can understand why I rave about mowing a lawn. Let me picture a typical session with the mower for the unfortunate, uninitiated majority. Often on a summer morning while I gaze out on the lawn I grow philosophic and think, How rapidly grass grows. An inch a day, it seems. Well, such is life! We all must grow and grow, and since swimming is of great assistance in aiding human growth, I shall swim this morning, while the grasses grow unmolested by the sharp blades of the mower. Well, I may just as well get--. Suddenly a sweet voice interrupts my mute soliloquy, as my dear old maiden aunt suggests, It's a lovely day-for cutting the lawn. Like a mirage all prospects of going swimming fade into a haze of green. Silence is gold now, arguments are futile. With a blithe assent- ing opinion, I gloomily trundle the mower out, after oiling it very, very carefully, and very, very slowly. It makes a grating, grinding racket as I sullenly push it on ahead across the walk. Somehow the clatter alle- viates my feelings a trifle. My aunt hates noises, you see. Again I push the mower very deliberately across the walk, and then repeat the ac- tion. Now, I do feel a little better, but all my former resentment in- stantly comes flooding back when I survey the long yards of green that I must mow. Visions of blisters and sunburn float before my eyes as I finally begin my toil. Up one side, down along the same stretch, up again and down again, now close beside the hedges, now around the peach tree, up along the driveway--so it goes. Strip by strip the grass slides down, little by little without my knowledge I grow more gay. All at Sixteen THE REFLECTOR Once a snatch of song bursts spontaneously from my lips. Why, I'm actually enjoying myself. Now I begin to imagine I am in command of an army preparing to attack a stubborn foe. Most accurately I plan my assault, then charge into battle. First I cut a long rectangle through the hostile ranks, then rapidly I mow them down, always making shorter and shorter turns until an entire sector of the opposing army is destroyed. Then down to the front lawn I carry the attack, mowing on to victory, cheered by the hum of whirring blades. Time flies as does the grass, and before I know it, I have finished! Yes, actually finished! I find such a fact difficult to believe, but in- spection proves my suspicion correct. I have mowed the lawn! A feel- ing Of satisfaction and pride wells up within me as I revise the vanquished foe laid out in neat rows around the house. My maiden aunt suddenly taps on the window and, with a benign smile, points to a tempting dish of ice cream. Into the house I bound, whistling like a tribe of liberated canaries. Of course the blisters don,t appear until the following day, but, after all, blisters are only incidental. In spite of them I still maintain that penthouse dwellers miss one of lifels most satisfying pleasures when they neglect the ancient art of mowing a lawn. VERNON GROUNDS, February 1932. A tree, A silhouette Against a gaunt And lonely sky. A fire of pine Striving in vain Reverie The distance Lending a mellow Sense Of Loneliness To A melancholy Soul. To match The sunset, A floating Long past. Cloud Like A breeze A calque S. . Q11 inging A cadence to The Lonely acres of Wooded grandeur. The Bosporus. My reveries And . . . Me. ROY LALLY, February 1932 S r THE REFLECTOR Age Like the mellow light of a turned down lamp, Or the old road with its better days goneg Like an ancient tree that has become carressing to the eye, A worn doorstep-just part of the whole, Like the covered bridge over the creek, Or a garrulous bucket's smoothness, Others, and these, are age. C. WOLSTENHOLME, June 1932 Fmgility The down of a butterflyis wing, A bank of dry sand, Or a new-born babe's hand, The turn of rice paper, Touch of translucent china, Ivory carved by hand. Love is more fragile than these. C. WOLSTENHOLME, june 1932 Sunset I like to watch the sunset At the end of an autumn day, As it throws its brilliant colors across the sky. Orange turns humble homes into palaces of gold, And violet, green, and rose reflected on the clouds Seem as bits of fairy landscape. How the colors increase in strength! Then suddenly, without warning, The whole scene vanishes from view, And I sadly enter my home. MATTHEW KAISER, june 1934 Song I hear a thrush at eventide Sing his ethereal vesper hymn, Pour out his tranquil psalm at dusk ' In dark woods growing still more dim. I hear a thrush at eventide And beauty stabs my heart like pain, I linger where the shadows are To hear God speak to me again, To hear God speak to me again. VERNON GROUNDS, February 1932 Eighteen THE REFLECTOR The Diamond skull WAVE like a black wall all but knocked the half-conscious man from his precarious position upon the hatch cover. For forty-eight hours he had been knocked about the restless sea, 40 burning with thirst and Weak from hunger. His steel-like grip upon the hatch cover was slowly weakening and it would not be long before he would slip unconscious into the sea. His eyes rested on a light, but Sharp Malone's swollen lips stretched into a bitter smile. He had seen lights before, but they weren't lights. They were illusions, mocking a dying man. But in the next moment Shark Malone knew that this was a real light. It was a lantern, and it was swinging. Then the light went out leaving blackness, and like the light Shark Malone slipped into blackness. His next sensation was one of softness. He was not lying on the hard, slippery hatch cover but upon a dry, soft bed. His head was full of pains. There was a roaring in his ears. His thigh throbbed and burned as though on Hre. He saw a gleam of gold. It blurred, cleared into a girl's head shining in the light of the lamp. She was sewing. Over her shoulder he could see a tall woman who suddenly swirled and van- ished. Shark Malone felt himself sinking into unconsciousness again. He was not Shark Malone, he was a boy of five, Petie Malone. His father, a half-owner of the Sword and Cutlass, a filthy waterfront saloon, had taught him how to pick pockets. At the age of five he was earning his living in this way. By the time he was twelve he was called Shark. He was cruel and brutal, and robbed lonely wayfarers in dark streets. He enjoyed life immensely, not knowing he was a brutal thief, a menace to humanity. When he needed money he would take up a station on a dark street and rob honest workmen coming home from work. The first a victim would know was a pair of steel-like hands around his neck, and then if Shark was in good humor he would strangle him within an inch of death and then rob him. More often he would squeeze until there was a sound like a pencil snapping. It was easier robbing the dead. On the night of August 27, 1664, Shark, waiting motionless in a doorway, saw an old man coming hurriedly down the dark street. He was dressed in the height of fashion and carried a gold-headed cane. As he passed Shark's hiding place Shark stepped out, but his swift hands missed their mark. The old man swung around and struck Shark with his cane. Hungry and in a dark mood, Shark caught up a cobblestone and felt the white head of the old man crunch under his blows. He struck again and again until his rage abated and his hands were covered with blood. A door behind Shark opened and light streamed out upon the scene. Shark fled. That night he left Liverpool, a marked man. He sailed on the Cassandra bound for the Barbary coast with a cargo of Shanghaid sailors. W7 ith the burning of his thigh, in his delirium, Shark relived the five 7 V. Qfy, if f Nineteen THE REFLECTOR years following his flight from England. He saw the Chinaman in Singa- pore who had broken his nose with a bottle, the one-eyed Frenchman he had stabbed in New Amsterdam for a bag of pearls, the big Negro who had given him the scar from nose to chin. He had been a thug, a thief, a spy, a cheater at cards, a smuggler, a pirate, a professional murderer. He had robbed in every seaport of the Old World. On the night he had been set afloat on the hatch cover he had led a mutiny on the Cairo, an English merchantman turned pirate, and he had strangled the captain to death. While the mutiny raged an- other ship came up unnoticed and poured broadside after broadside into the Cairo, until it went down with all hands. But Shark had cheated death by clinging to the hatch-cover. The strangler groaned and opened his eyes. The girl was still sitting at his bedside. She arose and came closer. How do you feel, she asked. She was English. Shark's heart pounded. England! He was wanted in England! W'here am I? he said between swollen lips. This is a small island near Cuba, came the answer. Shark relaxed and reached for his money belt. It was gone. The girl saw his movement. Your money is safe. She pointed to a shelf where the belt lay. I want itf' he growled. The girl was surprised. Then she smiled. You fear you have lost somethingf' she said. , She placed the belt on the bed. Shark examined it and found his money intact. What were these people that they did not take his money? He was sick and helpless and they hadn't touched a thing. A man and a woman appeared in the doorway, they looked sympa- thetic. The girl introduced them as her mother and father, Mr. and Mrs. John Burrows. I am Virginia Burrowsf' she added. The man smiled. 'iThe doctor will be here shortly, he told Shark. We sent for him at once. The woman held out a steaming bowl of broth. Eat this before you talk, she said. It will make you feel betterf' As Shark ate he reflected. So these were not his kind. In Shark's mind there were only two kinds of people-his kind and the lambs, or honest, hardworking people upon whom he lived. Shark and his kind despised them. They were the soft fools of a hard world. He smiled and disclosed two silver teeth in his lower jaw. As he finished the last spoonful of the broth he began his story. I am Petie Miller, a simple, honest sailor, sailing on the Freetown, with a cargo of tobacco for Amsterdam. We ran into a storm, sprang a leak, and went down with all hands. I found a hatch-cover and floated. What a terrible experience! the girl exclaimed. T nty THE REFLECTOR Yes,m, it was. I've been a sailor all my life. I was born in Lon- don. My father was a Cobbler. He died when I was sixteen. My mother died only a year ago. I'm all alone now, ma'am. I'm sorry, Petie,', said the girl sympathetically. Shark saw the glint of tears in her eyes, and thoughts of the last time he had seen his mother, a drunken, filthy hag, in Liverpool, when she had thrown a broken bottle at him. The girl sat knitting. What are you doing, ma'am?,' he asked finally. I thought you were asleep, Petie. Fm making a shirt for you. You have but a rag or two of your ownf, Making a shirt for me?,' Shark repeated. He swore in amazement. The last time he had been shipwrecked, he had fallen in with his own kind, who stripped him of all he owned and left him on the beach. When you're up and wellf' Virginia said, you'll need clothes to Wear. And you'll be well soonf' As she sat knitting, Virginia told him how they were slowly dying of fever and starvation. Unless-then her face brightened hopefully. What? The girl jumped up. I'll show youf' She climbed upon a heavy iron chest and took a key from a crack high in the wall. She unlocked the chest and took from it a bundle of cloth. Carrying it to the bed she unwrapped it and Shark Malone gazed upon the most amazing thing he had ever seen. It was a diamond skull! The gruesome object glittered in the lamplight and shone out at the strangler. It was a death's head set with diamonds! His dream of heaven! Each socket was set with a triangle of three great diamonds and in their center a small ruby gleamed. The teeth were gone from the mouth cavity and in their places were large diamonds. Two diamonds Were set in the nose cavity. The whole top of the skull glittered with them. The skull was set in a base of gold three inches high encrusted with more diamonds and perfectly matched pearls. Unconsciously the strangler's hands stiffened into iron instruments of death. Where did you get it?,, he gasped. The girl shivered faintly. My father found it four years ago, in the roots of a palm, over- turned by a hurricane. It was in an eathenware jug, packed in dirt. It must have been 'lying there a long time. When he brought the jug home, he found this. What are you going to do with it? I Was,,' the girl said, going to save them all. Dick Bradford was going to take it to Havana, where he would sail for France to sell it. With the money he received he would buy a ship and come and take them to Virginia in the colonies. Twenfy-one THE REFLECTOR During the days of his convalescence, Shark sat outside the Bur- rows' cabin. He was given rum, of which twenty barrels were buried in the sand and only used on special occasions. Everyone brought him something. Even the children brought him flowers, as he sat in his chair swathed in blankets. Shark Malone took everything and said nothing. He sat in the sun and looked at the sea, dreaming of the diamond skull. For hours, in his imagination, he could see the eyes of the skull, and his two silver teeth shone in his evil smile. John Burrows told Shark that he was welcome for as long as he wished to stay, but if at any time when he was well again, he wished to leave, a small boat would be fitted out for him and he could go to Cuba to get a berth on a ship. Shark's strength returned to him rapidly and his wounds healed. When he told Burrows he was going to leave, Burrows was sincerely re- gretful, but he fitted out a boat with food and water and a small bag of clothing and moored it in a small bay, ready for Shark whenever he wished to start. That evening Shark stood in the door of the cabin mentally checking over his plans. He had the key to the chest, his boat was ready, so he would take the diamond skull from the chest and sail away into the night. As Shark stood watching the girl bending over her garden, he felt an unaccustomed sense of uneasiness, almost of shame, creep over him. He thought of the kindness of the girl and of the clothes she had made him. Then the glitter of the skull blinded him and he sneered at his weakness. The girl getting up from her garden looked toward the sea. She stiffened. Petie, she exclaimed, ua shipf, Shark looked and saw the dark bulk of a ship coming into the harbor. The strangler uttered an exclamation. Well did he know that ship, the Cassandra, a pirate ship under which he had sailed. The men of the settlement ran down to meet it. If it was going to Virginia it could take them there, but on its mast fluttered a black flag. The men turned and ran. John Burrows ran to his cabin in great strides. Buccaneers,,' he cried. Go to the woods! He rushed into the cabin to get the diamond skull and hide it. The key's gone, he shouted. We'll have to bury the whole chest. Shark withheld the key, for he had thought of the twenty casks of rum buried in the sand. The ground had scarcely been broken when the captain of the buc- caneers appeared. Lay down the spades, ye hearties,', he cried, and let's have a look in the chest. He was a tall, bearded fellow, with a knife thrust into his yellow girdle and a pistol in each hairy fist. His small, bright eyes peered out Twenty-two THE REFLECTOR from under a nest of red eyebrows. His grin disclosed yellow lips and black, broken teeth. Shark had never seen him before. The key, the captain commanded. john Burrows drew himself up and stared silently at the buccaneer. The key, you cur, spat the villainous-looking man. John Burrows said nothing. Before Shark Malone was aware of the buccaneer's intention, the pistol had barked. A hole appeared in John Burrows' forehead, and he fell across the chest, one arm concealing the wound. The buccaneer looked at Shark. Where's the key, you dog? The key is lost, captain. But if you would like some rum, I can tell you where there's twenty casks. I-Ia!,' said the bearded man. He addressed three men. Carry this to the beach and move lively, or I'1l rip you open! He looked at Shark. Are you lying? If you're tricking me, I'll cut out your heartf, Twenty casks of rum, repeated Shark. A By nightfall every morsel of food had been taken, and the remaining settlers faced starvation. The buccaneers had searched for the Women, but could not find them. Soxthey killed a few men, just for the sake of killing. After their noisy search the buccaneers took their plunder and boarded their ship. Shark was not disturbed. The diamond skull was aboard the ship, but by nightfall every man in the crew would be in a drunken sleep. The strangler had not traveled on pirate ships for nothing, and he knew what twenty casks of rum could do. When the time came, he would board the ship, steal the skull, and leave for Cuba in the little boat Bur- rows had fitted out for him. The drunken shouting on the Cassandra gradually died away, and Shark started for the ship. Soon he stood in the water under the black hull of the ship. He climbed a rope ladder to the deck with a bog over his shoulder and looked over the rail. As he had expected, the drunken buccaneers lay asleep on the deck, snoring loudly. Shark stole through them. As he stepped past one man, he started and seemed about to awake, but rolled over and snored again. Shark got safely into the cabin where the captain slept drunkenly. The treasure hold was the next room, and he had to go through the captain's room to get there. The captain awoke just as Shark passed him. Shark gripped him with steel-like hands and pressed until he heard a sound like a pencil snapping. Then he went into the treasure room. In the corner on the broken chest, he saw the diamond skull, and he also saw many other treasures. Taking his bag, he took the choice treas- ures and put them into it-a pearl necklace, an emerald-studded gold bracelet, a ruby encrusted scepter, strings of diamonds, a loaded pistol, whose butt was studded with diamonds, many other gems of great value, Twenty-three THE REFLECTOR and finally the diamond skull. As he reached for it he tipped the chest over. It fell with a great clatter. The buccaneers awakened, rushed into the captain's cabin, and found him dead. Shark knew of a little door fastened with a padlock, through which he could escape, but then he thought of all the women in the settlement and how they would be sold into slavery. Virginia would be among them. He weakened. He could fire his pistol into a keg of powder and blow up the whole ship. He was torn between his desire to save the women from slavery and his desire to escape and be rich. Finally he broke open a keg of pow- der and shot into it, holding the bag of jewels before his face as he did so. To the people on the island it seemed as if the whole ship rose slowly in the air, then settled back broken. Then, as if from heaven, jewels rained down upon them. And they at once left to settle in Virginia. But all the treasure was not found. In the year 1930 some campers near an uprooted palm found a skull studded with jewels. The jewels were not set in the skull but scattered, as though thrown there by a giant hand. JOSEPH HUGHES, June 1932. Wanderlzzsf Q 151 ELL, folks, you all know me. I'm your old friend, Jim Haw- yl ' kin, from Treasure Island. Remember? Sure. Have you .Ili Ml ever wondered what I did with my. share of the treasure? ik, f: Like me to tell you? All right, I will. After I had had a joyous reunion with my mother and had told her of all my adventures on the island, I immediately set out to pay off the debts which had accrued during my absence. Then I sold the Admiral Benbow and established my mother in a cozy little cottage looking out over the sea. This I did because I knew she had always longed for just such a place, and I was happy to be able to fulfill her heart,s desire. I, too, liked this little cottage with its tiny garden and flower- bordered walks, in which mother took such joyous pride, and decided to settle down and spend the rest of my days there in quiet comfort and contentment. At first I was perfectly content, but I fell to watching the deep blue horizon and froth-capped, restless green waves. One day I saw the white sail of a tall ship tossing on the waters of our little cove. Then the old adventure bug found me again. The wanderlust was upon me once more. I felt the irresistible call of distant lands, far- away places, and strange peoples. And so I am off on another glorious adventure! Perhaps Fate may decree that we shall meet again in another book. That is as the Maker may decide it. At any rate, I'm riding the sea with the misty spray in my face and the canvas pulling hard, while the rudder bangs in the stern! A rover! A wanderer! Carefree and glorying in my return to the great expanse of the open sea that leads to-where?,' JIM HAWKINS - HAL REID, June 193 5. Twenty-fou THE REFLECTOR The Lull Before the Storm A vivid sea, a lowering sky, A strip of leaden beach, The wreck of a boat looming high and dry, And a sad colored bird with a desolate cry Flitting away out of reach. A line of white on the sandy bar Where the fitful surf runs high, A pallid mist rising near and far, And the dream of a night without a star, And the night wind's mournful sigh. JAMES CURRY, June 1934. Lozfe in Reverse T was 2:45 o'clock, the end of the school day in the Middleton High School. Students were rushing toward the exits, depositing and with- drawing books from lockers, and standing in groups in the corridors discussing yesterday's football game, in which Bill Dawson, the tall, heavy-set, right half-back, had made a sensational sixty-five yard run which won the game for Middleton. There had been two minutes left to play. The score had been thir- teen to seven in favor of Sussex, Middleton's traditional rival. Then Bill had made a brilliant end-run, and almost miraculously dodged tacklers all the way down the field for a touchdown, thereby advancing the score to thirteen-thirteen. After this brilliant comeback it was the least Red Jackson, Middleton's quarter-back, could do to gain another point by making a successful kick, making the final score: Middleton, fourteen, Sussex, thirteen. The thrilling game was approximately the only topic of conversation all next day. The faculty found it difficult to keep the attention of the students. Some of the younger teachers didnlt even try to do so, but spent most of the period gabbing with the students about the mo- mentous game. A middle-sized senior, too small for a varsity football player, but just the right size for a cheer leader-and he was the head cheer leader-stood staring through keen, gray eyes into the interior of his locker. A casual observer might think he was deciding which books to take home to study. But the observer would be mistaken. Jimmy Hunter did all of his homework in his study periods. His books, like those of many high school boys, seldom saw the interior of Jimmy's home. No, it was a quite different problem that perplexed him. His best friend, Red Jackson, had told him that Bill Dawson was bragging that he was going to take Betty Harris, the recently voted most popular girl in the school, to the Junior Prom. ' This prom was sponsored by juniors in honor of the seniors, and was the biggest social event of the year in the Middleton High School. Twen ty-five THE REFLECTOR This plan of Bill's, however, did not fit in with Jimmy's. He was hoping to take Betty to the prom himself. It was something he had been anticipating for a long time. He could not escort her to the prom held when he was a freshman, because his freshman year was spent in the high school at Rochester, New York. During his sophomore year his family moved to Middleton. A few weeks after he entered the Middleton High School the Junior Prom was held. At this time he suppressed an urgent desire to ask her to accompany him to the dance on the grounds that he did not know her well enough yet. And then, too, she was so popular and he knew almost no one. However, he did not take any one else to that dance. In his third year he had asked her, but was too late: Bill had beaten him to it. He had been determined that no one should beat him this year, but it seemed that Bill had done that very thing. But perhaps Bill had not asked her yetg perhaps he was just bragging. Bill was a conceited fool anyway. He was, Jimmy must admit, an exceptionally good football player, but that was about all. Because he lived on the eastside and his father was considered the richest man in town, he snubbed the students from the westside, whose fathers had to perform manual labor to support their families. He even snubbed some of the students from the eastside who weren't quite so rich as he. The only person living on the Westside whom he did not snub was Betty. Jimmy knew Bill hated him. He called him chief squealer,'- he always made fun of the cheer leader-and tried to belittle him every chance he got. But if Bill had not yet asked Betty to go to the prom with him, he soon would. Jimmy must act quickly. He must see Betty, ascertain whether or not she had accepted an invitation from Bill, and, if not, he must extend to her his own invitation. Upon deciding this he closed his locker, proceeded along the hall, descended the back stairs, made his exit through the rear door, and con- tinued to the girls' exit. There he accidentally-or, at least, he hoped it seemed accidentally to her--met Betty. Hello, Betty, he greeted her. f'Mind if I walk home with you? Fm going your way today-over to the library. Well, you'll have to walk fast then,', she answered. I have to get home as quickly as possible, then mother and I are going to Magee's to select a new dress for me to wear to the Junior Prom. I guess I can keep up with you, Jimmy accepted. If my car weren't in the garage, I could've saved you some time by driving you home. Thanks for the kind thought, but it will be all right if we don,t waste any timef' There was a short interval of silence as they walked rapidly up a small hill. Twenty-six THE REFLECTOR As they reached the top, Jimmy asked, Whom are you going to the dance with? Or is it a secret?,' W'ell, no one has asked me yet, but there's plenty of time, and I haven't quite given up hope. Well,-ah,i began Jimmy. Honk! Ho-o-nk! There's Bill Dawson in his car. I think he's going to pick us up, announced Betty. Hello, Bill. Hello, Betty! Can I give you a 1ift?', invited Bill, and then, Well, well. If it isn't our illustrious queer-leader. Since it looks like you're with this representative of the fair sex, I suppose we'll have to accommodate you, too. Well, I suppose it's all right if the car doesn't objectf' Thanks,,' muttered Jimmy, disgustedly. He knew Bill didn't want him, and he wouldn't leave Betty alone with Bill now. He must forward his invitation first. Jimmy didnit say much during the ride, but Bill kept jabbering all the way, so his own conversation wasn't missed. When they arrived at Betty,s house and she had left them, Bill said, So you're going to the library, eh? Well, I'm sorry, but I'm going in the opposite direction, so you'll have to walk. Jimmy wasn't surprised at thisg he had rather expected it. He stepped to the sidewalk and started off in the direction of the library, but as soon as Bill had disappeared around a corner he changed his course toward home. He couldn't go to the library, he had just taken out a book two days ago. jimmy decided to call on Betty that evening. There was no time to lose if his ambition of two and a half years was to be realized. Hence, at eight oiclock he strolled leisurely along Elm Street, toward Betty's house. But as he neared his destination, he discovered that some one else had the same idea. For whom should he meet on the corner of Elm and Hamilton Streets but Bill Dawson. Well, well. If it ain't the chief squawker again, greeted Bill. Oh, it's the famous football hero. And what are you doing on this side of town, if I may ask? asked Jimmy, although he could make a shrewd guess as to the real reason. I'm just conducting myself on a sightseeing tour of our beautiful cityf' answered Bill. 'Tm here to try a soda in the famous Pop Warren's Soda Palace, where, I'm told, you dish 'em outf' Yes, but you won't have the pleasure of my services tonight. It's my night off. But I'm going there to talk over an important matter with Pop, said Jimmy, realizing that he needed some excuse for being so near Betty's home. Okay, I'll walk you down there, suggested Bill. There was very little conversation wasted during the course of the Walk, and when they reached Pop's Soda Palace, Bill seated himself at the fountain while Jimmy proceeded to the rear of the store, and, after Twenty-s even THE REFLECTOR explaining satisfactorily to Pop, left via the back door. Bill ordered an ice cream soda, and, after consuming it hastily, went back to Betty,s house, which was only a block away and around the corner. A vine running up the porch obstructed his view of it, but when he arrived there he found Jimmy waiting for some one to answer the bell he had just rung. So you're over here to speak to Pop on important business, sneered Bill. And you're here just to try out his sodas, retaliated Jimmy. Before the argument could progress any further, Mrs. Harris opened the door. Hello, Jimmy. Hello, Bill, she greeted. I suppose you boys are here to see Betty? I am, said Jimmy. So am I, echoed Bill. 'Tm sorry, boys, but she's gone to the movies. Is there any message I can give her? No, I didn't have anything important to say, lied Jimmy. Neither did I, added Bill. l'Sorry to have troubled you. No trouble at all, said Mrs. Harris. But if you'll excuse me now -Joe and Moe are just coming over the radiof, Okay. Good-night, Mrs. Harris, said Jimmy. Good-night, repeated Bill. Good-night, boys. I'11 tell Betty you were here, said Mrs. Harris, allowing the door to slam after her. USO-long, squawker,', said Bill. Here's hoping you forget the cheers. Good-night, 'Red Grange',,' answered Jimmy. Here's hoping you get the signals mixed up. The next morning Jimmy waited in front of the school for Betty. He had to see her before Bill did. Bill knew, now, that he had compe- tition and would be as anxious as Jimmy to see Betty. I-Ie did not meet her before school began. She had come early and entered the building to do some extra typing. The bell rang. jimmy wouldn,t see Betty until fourth period, and he knew Bill would see her first period. What should he do! Ah! That's it. He'd ask his sister, who was also in that Hrst period English class with Betty and Bill, to give Betty a note. He took out a pad, scrib- bled hurriedly, and then ran after his sister, whom he saw just entering the school building. He gave her the note, and cautioned her to lose no time in giving it to Betty. As soon as Betty reached room 207, Ruth Hunter pounced upon her and handed her a note, commanding her to read it immediately. Ruth was anxious to please jimmy today. Her birthday occurred soon, and she was expecting something valuable from him. Twenty-eight THE REFLECTOR Betty opened the note. At exactly the same time as she read, Will you go to the dance with me, she heard the same words. Looking up, she saw Bill. Why-ah-Jimmy just asked me to go with him, and--f' Did you accept? queried Bill. No, not yet. You see, he sent me a note and you asked me at the time I read his invitation in the notef' she explained. Then I've got the greater claim. I asked you personally, he argued. Betty didn't know what to do. She wanted to be polite, and Bill's argument sounded logical. Still, she really wanted to go with Jimmy. Please give me until this afternoon to decidef' she pleaded. All right, said Bill. There was nothing else he could say. After school the three of them met. I've figured a way out of the difficulty, Betty announcd. As you probably know, many of the students have been surmising and argu- ing about which of your cars is the faster and who is the better driver. Now, to settle this argument suppose you have a race next Saturday. Your car will be out of the garage by then, won't it, Jimmy? Yes, it will, replied -jimmy. But how does that solve the prob- lem of who's going to take you to the dance?,' Why, that,s simple. I'll go with the winner. That,s too easy,', said Bill. Why don't you give Jimmy a chance? Q'I'm satisfied, said Jimmy, trying hard to control his temper. It's an even chance. Although your car is newer and more expensive than mine, they have about an equal amount of power. It will be a test of drivers. I think it's a great idea. And may the best man win. Then they went into conference. They decided that the race would begin at two o'clock on the following Saturday on the Lincoln Road at a point just on the outskirts of Middleton. The drivers would follow this road for about five miles-to Ben Johnson's farm. Ben Johnson was Betty's uncle. When they arrived there, they would circle the farm and return over the same route. Red Jackson would be starter-they knew he,d consent-and he and Betty would be the judges. Word of the race spread rapidly, and on Saturday a large crowd of students, and some older folks, gathered early. Bill was there early also, bragging about how easily he would beat Jimmy. Jimmy didn't arrive until exactly two o'clock. Red gave them the Hnal instructions and started them off by shooting his younger brother's Fourth of July cannon. Jimmy let Bill take the lead from the start, but never let him get more than two or three hundred yards ahead of him. When they reached the farm, Bill was leading by about three hundred yards. Then Jimmy decided it was time to begin closing up that space, and bit by bit it was lessened, until at a point approximately a quarter of a mile from the finish line he caught up with him. Bill had done his best, but realizing now that he was beaten, he Twenty-nine THE REFLECTOR swerved sharply and forced Jimmy through the fence. Then he straight- ened his wheels again and sped on, chuckling to himself. Bill, the great football hero, was a good winner but a poor loser. Before Jimmy could restraighten his wheels he crashed into a hay- stack. He wasn,t hurt, and as he shifted to reverse it seemed as if the car was not badly damaged. But when he regained his place in the road, he found that he could not go forward: his shift was locked in reverse. It's all over now, he decided, as he continued homeward in reverse. As he sped along as fast as possible backwards, he was hoping-an almost forlorn hope-that something might have happened to Bill's car, and that he might still win. He was near the finish line now. just a few hundred yards to go. Bill must be there already. When he turned that bend in the road he would be able to see the finish line-see Bill, triumphantly receiving the congratulations of the students. If Jimmy said anything about the dirty trick that had been played on him, Bill would deny it, of course. There was no proof, so he might as well not say anything. He wouldn't. Then he turned the bend, and-could he believe his eyes? Lady Luck was smiling on him at last. A railroad crossed the road just two hundred yards before the finish line, and there was Bill, waiting for a freight train to pass. jimmy still had a chance. Not much of a chance, to be sure, but it was a chance. Bill could drive forward, and it was easier to drive forward. Still, perhaps Bill would stall when he tried to start. Perhaps--. But now Jimmy had caught up to him, and just as the end of the train passed. Jimmy shot across the tracks without stopping, without even slackening his speed. Bill, having seen Jimmy hit the haystack, felt secure. He thought he had no more competition. He didn't care how long the train held him up. He had stopped his motor. Then, just as the train ended, Jimmy shot past him. He lost time in starting his motor, then he be- gan to close up that lead of jimmy's, but the distance to the finish line was too short. Jimmy crossed it with a lead of approximately three yards. Bill knew he couldn't stay there now. After all his bragging during the week and at the beginning of the race, he knew he would be the object of much jeering for letting jimmy beat him-and in reverse at that. Therefore, William Jennings Dawson did not stop but continued straight home as if he thought the race was still in progress. The next Friday night the Junior Prom was held, and the charming Miss Elizabeth Harris was seen in the company of that young speed demon, Jimmy Hunter. After quite a few dances together, they decided to sit the next out. In that case the out,' meant out of doors. They strolled, arm in arm, toward the river that flowed alongside the school. And then-. But we'll have to end our story here, because what happened after that is none of our affair. RALPH B. TOMPKINS, June 1933. Thirty THE REFLECTOR A11 Adventure in the Mud ALLY HIGGINS and I were out for a good time. Having fini Q ' 510 secured my fathers car, afterla quite heated argument, I gallantly rode swiftly and noisily to her door. I gave two short toots with the horn, and she answered by the lowering M' Ai of a shade. Evidently she had successfully convinced her father that she must attend a club meeting. Sheis good, almost as good as I, at thinking up excuses. This was my first date with Sally, the beautiful, intelligent, witty, lovable and conceited girl-the talk of the town. With her neat, trim figure beside me, we proceeded to drive into the country. Between dodg- ing other cars and telephone poles I made love--at least my idea of love. I suppose my love-making ought to have been brushed up more, or else she was indifferent to everyone. Instead of nestling closer she moved in the opposite direction-perhaps she didn't like my looks. It suddenly struck me that I didnit care so much for her after all. An unexpected, heavy, driving rain didn't add to my good humor, or to hers either. About eleven o'clock we headed homeward in order to please Ma and Pa for once. But, alas, it could not be. Our worthy plan was foiled. Two miles from home our car, if I might call it ours, a classy flivver hitting on all two cylinders with a thoroughly disgusting murmur, sank. Yes, sank into the mud. There, in the middle of a lake of mud, stood Sally and I. With the best shoes I own I stepped on to the run- ning board that was half missing and thence into the mud. Mud-sticky, mucky, dirty, wet and odorous, adorned my shoes and the cuffs of my pants. Unable to shove the car clear with the aid of a few rotting boards, I called to Sally. Hey, Sally, I'm in a jam that I can't get out of! How's the chance for a little help, or, if you don't want to help, at least you can get out so that I can push this thing out of the mud. If you're in a jam, so am I. If I just step out I get wet and muddy, and if I help you I get wet and muddy, only more so. Of course I'm not going to do any of the things you suggest. What do you take me for? replied Sally. All right. Since you refuse, I'll give you a piece of my mind. You asked me what I took you for. Well, I'll tell you. I took you out to have a good time. Did you meet me half way? Did you make your- self agreeable? No! If a fellow has money he's ace high. If not, he's like a deuce in a poker game, I bellowed. Oh, you're not so smart as an escort, or a lover either. I know better ones. Talking about money, you didnit even buy me a hot dog. You cheap skate, I suppose you expected me to pay half the gas, answered that sometimes sweet girl. If you can get a better fellow, go ahead. Run after John Allen, he's a banker's song he has lots of money, roared I. If I'm seen again with you after this I'm crazy and deserve to be shot, responded Sally, in a piqued voice. Th ty THE REFLECTOR Yes, after this. The problem is to get out of this jam. At least, while you're here you can help me. Who's going to help you after the way you talked to me? You got yourself in it. Now get yourself out of it. I'm not helping any- one,', said Sally, with anger written all over her face. Waddling around in the mud and looking at her sitting snugly in the car didnlt ease my anger any. Between the rain drops I yelled to her, If you aren't going to help me, get out. Yes, I said, get out! Do some of your own waddling in this miref' All right, uppity-up, force me out, force me out. A lot you care if I get wet. A lot you care if I get bedecked with mud. A lot you care if I ruin my dress, get penned up for a week if I don't get home by 12 o'clock,', murmured Sally wistfully. Boy, did I laugh when her dainty foot with a dainty shoe oozed into the mud? The rain pelting down-down on her Eugenie hat, cer- tainly would have split my sides had I not been in the same predicament. A few minutes later the rain subsided and a kind policeman-believe it or not-helped me out of the hole. Wet, muddy, cold, disgusted, and not a little wiser, I returned home. Pa was waiting for me. I entered the room. Pa asked quietly, Son, where have you been? I lied back, with a grin, At my friend's house. My father, a well-built man of forty, with a deep understanding of human nature-due, perhaps, to similar adventures-admonished me sternly, yet not harshly, in these words common to most fathers, My son, you had better think up a better excuse if you expect me to believe it. Don't let it happen again. So to bed now, but before you go, what does my car look like? Does it look like you? HARRY COOPER, June 1934. N 0 zfember November Like a lost child Tucked between the warmth And color of October And the clear whiteness Of December's snows. Bleak and barren trees, Dead and colorless leaves, Warm and insipid rain, Wild and raging winds,- Or creeping, twisting fog You'll find in any November. REGINA MCGILL, June 1932. Thirty-two Rx E :STG ,513 Qi' 1'i S1111 1' if in I Wye W K :QM K X NT 9 ' lll lllllnl f' , - - - J - - - - - - V I -A I- , N , 'V ' Y f ji' ff ,, g i N l , l Ijql l 'Ee i J I Ilia.: 1 l , ' Y pi f l, l l ll. J ifzi Ea YL - Q1 - we J nf Y l '-3 Elilu ,,,,-lfivffmilillt-mr IM lb- w 'Ii-1 V?M'7'-Pit' ni' ikav-3 YN'N k v Ani Ifdertfiew With Miss Clarice Smiflo VERY student knows that Miss Clarice Smith has returned from her year of study in England to our humble midst. We are all glad she is back, and as she walks among us, we feel richer for her year's stay abroad. Upon begging for an interview, Miss Smith consented to tell me of her travels, and I sat entranced as she very charmingly described her trip. From the very beginning, she was associated with interesting people. She went over to England on the same boat with the returning members of the British Bar Association, of which Sir John Simon, now the leader of the Liberal party in Great Britain, was a member. Miss Smith dis- cussed with Sir Simon the Hindu question, in which she is intensely in- terested. She was introduced to Lady Simon and also to her son. Miss Smith mentioned the fact that she had danced with the son. Sensing a romance, I slipped forward on my seat and inquired if he was nice, Miss Smith answered that he was very nice, but my hopes of a romance were shattered by those words very nice. There was no doubt as to the lady's feeling for him. I admit I was disappointed. Upon her arrival in London and during her entire stay there Miss Smith stopped at the British Women's University Club, which has an in- teresting historical background, having been built on the farm of Sir Thirty-three THE REFLECTOR Thomas More. During the London Round Table Conference a group of Hindu women resided at the University Club. This afforded Miss Smith great advantages for comparison of the systems of education. All of her time abroad was not spent in England, however, for dur- ing the Easter holidays and the summer vacation, she visited France, Italy, and Switzerland. During an auto drive from Florence to Rome, Miss Smith saw what she considered the most beautiful scenery in the world-the Amalfi Drive on the Sea Cliffs of Naples. As a close second to this, she chose the drive through Lynton in North Devon. Since England is Miss Smith's native land, one is not surprised that she loves every bit of it. Nevertheless, she admitted that the manufac- turing sections of England are much dirtier than those of America. She remarked that it seemed almost unbelievable that the world-famous Wedgewood china came from a factory of one of these sections. Although Miss Smith is very content in our fair city, she is look- ing forward to a return to her home land. ANNE T1LsoN, june 1932. Look to Your Laurels, Paderewski EMBERS of the February 1932 Class of Clifton High School are proud of the progress being made by one of their classmates who, unfortunately, will not be with us when the cherished parch- ments attesting to completion of four years of study in dear old C. H. S. are distributed. He is Jack Fina--musician-first, last and always. All through his late years in grammar school and in High, Jack and the piano were in- separable. In fact, he was happiest when dexterously skimming the black and white keys. He had no time to engage in any branches of athletic competi- tion, yet in his third year was voted the most popular student in C. H. S. His ability as a pianist attracted wide attention, and his readiness always to please won him many friends. An ever-ready smile, a happy dis- position, a personality enhanced by a modesty rare among young artists, and a helpful and generous spirit at all times, combined to win him popularity such as has been the good fortune of few high school pupils. About a year ago he completed work on a composition, My Song, for which he wrote both words and music. It was a memorable day when Jack first played it for his fellow students, and Theodore Tedick sang it. How we all were thrilled by it! How we applauded! How we heaped new praises on Jack. And he went along in his unassuming way, even blushing as compliments swamped him. Little did jack think, on that morning, that My Song would be one of the greatest successes of the season. Less did any of us realize that Thirty-four THE REFLECTOR all the leading orchestras in the country would be interpreting it for mil- lions of dancers, or that the most prominent of our radio stars would be singing or crooning this lilting gem as many millions of listeners in all parts of America hummed along. Most of us who heard jack and Theodore do My Song on that morning in High School received a new thrill when we heard Rudy Vallee first sing it over the radio. The words were changed somewhat and the music slightly. But it was Jack's song. There was no mistaking it. Oh, Dad, listen! That's 'My Song,' composed by Jack Fina, Clif- ton High School's well-known pianist,', was the way more than one member of the class put it. And the next day it was the one big topic of conversation at school. In fact, we have already heard his Gee and expect before very, very long that it, too, will be wafted on ether waves. But we also be- lieve and are hopeful that the emolument, from publisher to composer, will be many times two century notes. If Rudy Vallee, Bing Crosby, Kate Smith, Russ Columbo, and the thousands of others who are now reaping joy from My Song give Jack's new composition a break, our pianist will be much wealchier in the world's goods a year hence. Gee is to be copyrighted, and bear the little message, Words and Music by Jack Finaf' And best wishes for every success is the message that we, of the Class of February 1932, here extend to our former class-mate. DoRoT1-IEA GRAS, February 1932. This letter, from a former pupil of Clifton High, who is now senior radio operator on the S. S. Excelsior, of American Export Lines, was re- ceived recently by a faculty member and may be of interest to friends and acquaintances. Athens, Greece. December 17, 1931. DEAR Miss BROWN: I arrived early this morning at the port of Piraeus, which is about ten to fifteen minutes from Athens, so before leaving this port I am going to see more of the sights here. This afternoon we are going by auto to Marathon, taking the same route as the runner who made that famous run. I have forgotten quite a bit about ancient history so I cannot name him. From here we are sailing for the island of Sicily, then to Naples, Leghorn, Genoa, Marseilles, Barcelona and Casablanca Morocco. I ex- pect to be in New York on January 20, and hope to see the graduation this time for sure. I will have lots of interesting things to tell you when I get back in Clifton. I was up in the Turkish ore mines and sure had some thrilling experiences. I will not tell you now because there's a book full to throw out. This letter will not reach you before Christmas, so I send you my best wishes for the New Year and hope you had a grand Christmas and that Thi rty-five THE REFLECTOR Santa was good to you. Give my regards to some of the teachers I know and to Mr. Nutt. I expect to encounter some rough weather going home this trip and if I do not come around on the 20th or so, that will be the reason for our delay. So far we have had lovely weather except in the Aegean Sea, where we had strong gales that delayed us for a week. Give Jack Fina my regards in case you happen to see him. I think this is all I have to say for a while. Wishing you lots of luck and a Happy New Year, Sincerely yours, VICTOR MEsARos. Watch Us Grow June, 1925 June, 1931 Students enrolled .........................,. 974 ....... ............... 1 73 2 Number of teachers ....,..... ...... 3 2 ,....., . 63 Rooms ..,....,........,.......,............. ,...... 2 4 ..,.... . 6 8 Courses offered ..,....,.. .. 3 ....... . 7 Organizations ........... .. 5 ..,..,. . 20 Janitors ..................... ., 2 ..,.... . 12 Qincluding night super visor and watchmanj Auditorium seats ,.,. ,...... 4 00 ....,.. ...,.. 1 410 Graduates ...,....,..........,.. ......, S 0 ......, ...... 1 54 Office force ..........,. .. 1 ..,.... . 6 Cincluding 4 student assistants Science Laboratories ..........,....,..... 1 .........................,..,....,.. 6 Cost of Upkeep ....... 576,992.30 ..,..,...,.. 35156381.66 Q1929 figuresj Today, we also have included on our teaching force a Vice-prin- cipal, a position unheard of in 1925. Our teaching facilities have been augmented by the Mechanical Drawing, Domestic Science, and Sewing rooms. Two new gymnasiums should not be overlooked. A well-equipped library, a principal's double office, a cafeteria, a men teacher's room, a stage and two dressing-rooms -all are listed among the improvements. As for modernized equipment, we can boast of a self-regulated tim- ing system, an intramural telephone system, and an up-to-date filing system. The first principal of our high school was Mr. F. Chance, who fllled the office from 1908-1909. He was succeeded by our present superintend- ent, Mr. George J. Smith, who presided for one year. Mr. B. D. Vail then became our principal for the same length of time. And in 1911, Mr. Walter F. Nutt assumed the executive duties of the school. Thirty-six THE REFLECTOR CIll'l'C?IIf I-Iisfory Club HE above photograph, depicting scenes, portraits, and maps con- nected with the career of Napoleon Bonaparte, is representative of the efforts of a member of our history department, Mr. Berthold. He, as sponsor of the Current History Club, has labored unceasingly in issuing Weekly displays of historical background. These exhibitions have created a wide interest and have considerably enlightened many scholars. Thirty-se THE REFLECTOR The Delmfing Club MONG the leading organizations of this school, the Debating Club, sponsored by Miss H. Le Fevre and Mr. B. Richards, occu- pies a high berth. This term has seen the annual assembly debate on the topic, Resolved: That the United States should adopt a system of Unemployment Insurance. A debate with Passaic and planned debates with Garheld, Belleville, Eastside, and Central completes the interschol- astic schedule of the club. The credit for this remarkable progress is due somewhat to the sponsorship, and no little honor is due to the follow- ing officers: Prcfsidefzf - - VERNCN GROUNDS Vice-Prcsitlcnf - LoU1s Gimoss Secretary - NORMA HEUSER Th ty glzt THE REFLECTOR X L Refiecfor Sfajff Erlifor-in-Chief ----- Vernon Grounds Axsociafv Edifor - - Iris Brownlee Liferary Ecfifor - Alice Borneman Assf. Liffmry Edifor - Louis Gross School News Edifor - - John Comcowich Assisfrmf School News Ecfifors - Karin Skoglund, Jennie Burchardt Reflvcfions Eflifor - - LeRoy Lally Sporfs Ell,ifOl' - Hans Klappert Assf. Sporis Edifor - Robert Pettigrew Ar! Edifor - - Helen Spreiser Assisfauf Ari Erlifors Jack Bunting, Margaret Leeds, Susan Leverton, Mary Seador, Mary Heldt BIlSiIIl'SS Mamzgcr - - Walter Nutt Assisfmzf Business Managers Margaret Hamil, Frances Collester, Ralph Tompkins Hildegarde Hofmann, Shirley Miedema Cirvlzlafion Managers - Arthur Sperling, Marguerite Rochelle Assisfanf Circ'ufa1'io11 Mmzagers Louis Cesaletti, Cornelia Knight, Jane Jackson Sbousors - Miss E. Brown, Miss Spinella, Mrs. Grammer, Miss R. Smith Th ty THE REFLECTOR Fooflighfs Club HIS term the activities of the Footlights Club have included three student-directed plays, two of them being Written by members of the club. Both Louis Gross's Glorious Gloria, featuring Jerry Koban in the title role, and Willie,s Wooing,', Written and directed by Walter Fieldhouse, showed the ideals on which the club is based. Alto- gether the club has had an active season, aided by the efforts of its sponsor, Miss H. T. Kerwin, and the presiding officers: President - - LoU1s Gkoss Vicfc-Prcfsiclelzf - - ERICH HARDT Secretary - - LUCILLE CZAPLICKI Trcfzsurer - RALPH TOMPKIN Fty Tfyc' Ol'C'!J6'Sfl'U The I IlI7i01 Polic? Forty-one Departmental Chiefs RUTH KNOWLES SMITH, B. A. l Birthplace-Cushing, Massachusetts Education-Cushing Academy Mt. Holyoke College Columbia Taught in-Hartwick Seminary, N. Y. Bolivar, New York Portsmouth,New Hampshire Hobby-Gardening Ambition-To devise an error-proof lan- guage They go! they go! I lenow flzaf flaey gog buf I know noi where flaey gag f Buf I know fha! they go foward the lies!-foward someflaing greaff' BENJANIIN FRANKLIN DERR, JR. I A. B. Birthplace-Pottsville, Pennsylvania Education-Gettysburg Academy Gettysburg College Taught in-Cliftcn, New jersey, sixteen years Hobby-Keeping my permanent wave in good condition. Ambition-To be able to teach the seniors something they do not know Speak for yourself, Iolauf' y L TVIOLA ARNOLD GRAMMER, M. E. Birthplace-York County, Pennsylvania Education--Harrisburg High School Shippunsburgh Nor. School Taught at-District School, Johnstown, Pennsylvania Hobby-Drawing Ambition-Authoress Co11sfaf1l drollrping wears away flue laardesf stone. l ARROL DEANE NICHOLS, B. C. S. Birthplace-De Ruyter, New York Education-Leonardsville High School New York University Taught in--Keystone Academy, Factory- ville, Pennsylvania Hobby-Summer Camps Ambition-To drive a free wheeling car For all be did. be had a reasouf, Forty-two W Departmental Chiefs BLAIR D. HOWELL, C. E. Birthplace-Penn Argyl, Pennsylvania Education-Livingston High School Ohio Northern University Taught at-Livingston High School Principal of Denville Public School Hobby-Golf Ambition-To live to be 100 and keep in good health Come wha! mlm' may, Tfllll' and flu' lmur R1111 flfrozzgh ibn' rougbvxf day. EDNA H. VORRATH Birthplace-Hoboken, New Jersey Education-Colorado Springs H. S. Colorado College, B. A. Columbia University, M. A. University of California Universite de Grenoble, Middlebury Mt. Holyoke Taught at--Leadville, Colorado Milford, Utah Bottineau, North Dakota Ambition-To spend a winter in Florida CATHERINE ARNOLD BROWN A. B. Birthplace-Dexter, Maine Education-St. Joseph's Academy, Port- land, Maine Bates College Graduate work at Columbia Traveled abroad Taught in--Ipswich, Massachusetts Orleans, Massachusetts Clifton, New Jersey Hobby-Teaching night school Ambition-To be a linguist MARGARET MARY KELLY, A. B. Birthplace-Passaic, New jersey Education-Passaic High School Saint Elizabeth College Taught at-Number 10 School Passaic Summer High School Clifton High School Hobby-Resting Ambition-Lady of Leisure-Never to teach If, O Lord, I wax noi in be dom' for, What 1u1'1'r' my Sllrgffillgi Nm' Izegzm for? Forty-three Forty-four Li0n's Den The ,4- ge t 2 K ,E gif film 1 M fl to Q - , xx , 1 , BPI! I l f .111 .Lie W K iaqf T the beginning of the fall term of 1929 Coach Donnelly was astonished to find a light-weight, lanky lad-undersized in com- parison with che beef and brawnn players of those days. He was interested in the speed, versatility, and brainy generalship of this would-be quarterback. After the Hrst cut the undersized fellow remained on the squad, and even after the second cut he was retained. The next year, still dis- playing his speed, agility, and brilliant generalship, and carrying fifteen more pounds, he was awarded a position on the regular team. At the beginning of the 1931 season he returned to school as a veteran player and also as captain of the team. Because of his marvelous ability to pass, kick, end-run, and hit the line on defense-the four requisites of football, which are seldom found in one player-Coach Donnelly built the team about this young field general, who proved by his brilliant play- ing that the coach had not acted unwisely. This young football hero, who showed to us that the best football players are not always the heavier ones, is jack Lennon, whom we are proud to point out to our friends as the captain of our 1931 team. Coach Donnelly gave us some interesting views on last season's team. He said that credit for Clifton's good showing of last season should be attributed to the team as a whole and to the players, attitude towards the game. They Went on the field with football in mind and worked together with the spirit and co-operation that goes to make a good team. The Coach believes that the power and brawnn teams of the past are fast vanishing and that lighter, more accurate and faster teams are the teams of the future. The Clifton team was a fine example of the latter, and in addition had an iron-bound defense. The Union Hill game best illustrates this speed. Five of the six touchdowns were made on end runs-plays for which Clifton was famous. An interesting sidelight on the Forty-five season is the fact that Clifton did not lose a game by more than one touch down. The pros pects for next season, which at this time concern us most are very good. We congratulate Coach Donnelly, the players, the managers, and all concerned on the fine showing of the 1931 team. We also wish for the 1932 squad, luck, fortune, and success. Forty-six aaa Out to Win As they come out upon the field The stands are filled with sound, Determined not an inch to yield, Their captain calls them round. The stands yell 'lFight,,, the players nod, They understand the callg They'll not let Clifton's flags be trod Upon, by others with the ball. They feel they'll win because they know That they are in the right, Even before a victory'll show Right triumphs over might. They've won! and as they leave the field, The crowd starts filing outg The sword of right the winners wield, They,ve put the other team to rout. WALTER F. NUTT, JR., June 1932 w wf W QE? 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She looked the typical mother and we realized immediately that even if the interview never appeared in the Reflector, we should have a pleasant half- hour conversing with such a radiant personality. After the usual introductions and other formalities, we explained the purpose of our visit-to obtain for the Reflector a mother's viewpoint on football. Upon being asked if it were true that she had attended every Clifton game this season, and practically every game for the past three years, she answered in the affirmative, stating that her son's playing had first inter- ested her in the game. She went so that, in case anything should hap- pen, she would be present. Soon, however, she developed a keen interest in the game itself and in the other boys who play it, and intends to follow the Clifton team next year also, in spite of the fact that her son, who graduates in February, will not be playing. Next we asked her opinion of football as a game. To this interro- gation, she replied that in her estimation football is an excellent game when the players are good sportsmen-playing clean and for the sake of the sport. She enjoys watching amateur games, high school and college contests. She does not approve, however, of the practice of some of the colleges of professionalizing football-offering special inducements monetary or otherwise, to have star football players on their teams. Neither does she think students should give football first place, and attend school or college for that purpose only. R In our next question, we asked her opinion of this year's team. Her response, which proved complimentary to the members, was, I believe that this year,s team was the best in quite a few years-the best I have ever seen. In fact, I do not think the boys received due recognition in the picking of the all-county teams. I noticed especially the playing of Jackie Lennon, joe Grecco, Kmetz, Lamana, Mather, Lichtenberg and De Vries, and I am pleased to hear that Mather is captain-elect, as it is my opinion that he deserves the honor. I think that this and other Clif- ton teams have sorely felt the lack of a stadium. I consider one of the reasons for the team's success was their excellent co-operation with Coach Donnelly. Then she spoke of Mr. Donnelly as being a very fine man and one of the best coaches Clifton has ever had, emphasizing especially his intense interest in the boys. She gave the following example from her own ex- perience: Once, when her son was hurt in a game, Coach Donnelly tele- phoned early Saturday evening and inquired as to his condition, and even visited him the next morning. After this, the conversation wandered from the original subject, and Fifty We discussed the trip to Washington, on which she accompanied the sen- niors as a chaperon. She expressed her keen enjoyment of the trip, and recommended that we accept the opportunity to take it when we are seniors. Speaking of the outstanding interests of the trip, she commented on the character of our principal, Mr. Nutt, and related some experi- ences on the trip which proved him to be quite human and even boyish. At this point we noticed that our time was flying by, and as she had another appointment, we decided that the time had come for our de- parture. Escorting us to the door, she expressed her sincere feeling for the Reflctor, and her Willingness to help any plan to aid it. As we advanced toward the door, one of us on each side of her, and while she was still speaking, her arms stole about our shoulders in a very motherly fashion, and we realized that here was a mother interested not only in her own son but in all youth. And as we took our leave we felt refreshed in spirit, and decided that We Wouldnlt have missed this inter- view for anything. 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'ji fffxff - I K 'Q' f'-fe ,QQ , ' f, V , sr Y U-H V-4 w 'gig' M OAUMD vf S X 0 8 E NES X GAINS FAME AT THE DDYER CAME W VAHM fs H- x am up U x w4n-HK .-...i.. -. Fifty-two : i l I. IREPFILEQTHQNS Taken from a 3-2 History report. One of the animals that lives in the Belgian Congo is the H ypofelzusef' English 4-1. Miss C. Smith, having written a poem on the board, called on various pupils to mark it off into feet. Suddenly she said: Come on now, Noerderbrook, let's see you put your feet into it! G. S.: There goes Hamm. He's a good old egg. V. G.: Hamm, a good old egg? Say, what do you call that- morning mess? Mr. Campbell to Student: Where is your homework? Student: I haven't itf, Mr. Campbell: Why haven't you? Student holds up paper of last evening with headlines: Campbell dies suddenly. Romance The night was just made for romance. It was the kind of night that every lover dreams of-perfect. A splendid moon shone through the opened window. The scent of honeysuckles came through the win- dow, wafted on tiny zephyrs-piquant, heartrending. Inside the room the soft light of a tiny lamp cast a rosy glow. Soft twittering of drowsy birds could be heard. A boy and girl were seated inside the room-Lovers! The girl-hair the color of honey, eyes in which one might lose one's- self, lips that shone a rosy red. She was exquisite! At last the boy spoke a phrase in French, the language of lovers. He said, softly, Ah, cherie-je t'adore! And she answered, Shut the door yourself-you opened it! LALLY. F 'fty h THE REFLECTOR This Bird - King Arthur You know this guy. The guy that was so fond of round tables. He was c - RA -- zy about 'em. Remember? Wfhy, I bet he had one in every room. He sure was fond of 'em. I don't see why, though. I'd just as soon take my grub from square tables. Enuff said about his fur- niture. His person is more important. My fellow classmates, I shall now attempt to relate all I know about the personality of this famous piano mover-er-I should say, furniture man. His popularity is, without a doubt, due to the pleasing way in which he folded his ears. CI-Iis nose had a permanent wave also.j But, my attentive listeners, for I know you all must be interested, his ears were the cause of his downfall Qsob, sobj. This is how it happened. It seems that there was a Yo-Yo contest being held, and my old pal Art, who swung a mean Yo-Yo himself, was ofliciating. There were Yo-Yos to the right of him, Yo-Yos to the left of him, Yo-Yos in back of him. You can see for yourself that Art QI always called him Art.',j was in a dangerous position. fHe called me various names alsoj . But King Art', was a daring man and was uafeared a nuthin'. Well, sir, all of a sudden, a contestant lost control of his Yo-Yo and his Yo-Yo was flying toward my old pal, Art.,' A subordinate oilicial, seeing the great danger my pal was in, hollered, Duck But Art Csob, sobj never heard this exlamation Qtwo more sobsj , for this brave man had fallen ear drums. And such, my comrade, was the fate of King Arthur. ROY TEETSELL. Oops! . L .. - , ., QLally and La f Q , fl I lfflfgafg.v.v.r,. 4 N ,VV is igqgsw Manna were sleep- , iW51,HIif,f24Zf :.M- in a class.J lvllii 57w'?l:9l-li ,4'.if,f',gSg'f'i llffiegyl Aff? T e a c h e r: La ii ? li Manna! Wake up! WWKQ' n ,XSL il f ,,qk? ' What time did you 'Ilia . ' 4 1, d 1 H ,S qpgi ff ,Wx ..,,,',r.,Qx.,, go to e ast Tv ,:lig,',. V !J:3i.El.l'!V! 1,.fn'L5l7:E'f:t LX W . ,if -45:4 Mei. , as f W,Z5.QigE5f,. jx it o clock! U H ' I , W7',,,7j-.V , in-...i A :Q gli . Teacher: La y. I ' . fi YEF31-Inks' I' Wake up! What if if lidriwmlsf . , 'lx time did YOU 80 F0 L51 ' 6 f, I ' i ii . ' gv , yi yy K Wfrmy Vs., 'I I Q bed last night. I' ,f ff 'ff ,fl. ffl5Mli ' - L ll : T elve- MW i 'M W 1 IwillLilllllilsll l m Teacher: Where .va it M, H I ,ii 5 I , VI m ay L, lg . Q M -,,,m,u mrWim3T 'VV, flixllifm . , if were you untilthat? ' JA A ' ' 'f H'f'3ff Lallyr Out with La Manna! Fifty-four THE REFLECTOR Teacher: Fill in the blank in the following sentence. Student: Although fond of sports as a child, Walter Scott was handicapped by literature. Edwin Cinnocentlyj : Mrs. I 0 Grammer, would you like to see A Ibm me draw a horse and Wagonv Q Y M' . Mrs. Grammer: Yes, in- fl deed, I shouldf, Five minutes later. Why, All where's the wagon?', li' Edwin: Oh, the horse will 'I draw that. sn. ow an I ll' The Remodeled' Chewing Gum Corpomfiofz OE and I went partners in the Remodeled Chewing Gum Corporation of America. Joe was the material collecting department, the gum delivery department, and the advertising manager: and I was the factory operator. Joe installed a gum parking place for used gum in every school, theater, railroad station and railroad car. He collected the used gum daily. At the factory we flavored and wrapped the remodeled gum. The flavors were Wood Alcohol, Castor Oil, One Half of One per Cent, and Rat Poison. If William Wrigley could make a fortune on gum at a cent a chew, why can't the Remodeled Gum Corporation make a fortune also? Wil- liam Wrigley must pay for raw materials, but we get our gum already made and exercised. Joe advised distributing samples to get better business, but we de- cided to work our way to the top by extensive radio advertising. I-Ierc's the way we went about it. Save fifty wrappers from Wood Alcohol flavored gum. Write a fifty word statement, putting a word on each wrapper, throw them away, and start over again, using Rat Poison flavor wrappers. The person send- ing in the best fifty word statement wins a flea which is trained to chew remodeled gum. Then we introduced our three-week-chewing guarantee and get- stale-quick celophane wrapper. . Then came our rapid delivery service. Every slice was marked with the date of manufacture. Any slice that was more than ten years old was collected. In this way we still keep our customers supplied with chewing gum fresh from the factory. After reading this, go to your nearest confectionery store, grocery, laundry, delicatessen, drug store, shoemaker, gas station, butcher, dry goods store, or tailor, and purchase a slice, package, carton, or carload of remodeled chewing gum. GEORGE DERR, June 1934. Fifty-Evo THE REFLECTOR Advice to Seniors who intend to go to Washington: Always fold your napkin if you expect to get it into your pocket. Give me some of that prepared monoaceticacidester of Salicylic Acid. Do you mean Aspirin? Yeah! I never can think of that namelu Miss Clough: What are you boys talking about back there? Tompkins: We are studying. Miss Clough: Do you have to make so much noise when you study?', Tompkins: We are studying Oral English. Miss Hoffmeister fto noisy boyb : Still sein. mamma' Boy Qto neighborb : What,d I she say? Q SME' 'A Neighbor: Shut up. XM inn. vrf1-: 15211 Q , i . Of course, we shouldn't men- ,I W tion this, but we'd like to know X just what was what in these ru- XEL, 'li mors. How about it, Mr. T I ilk 'ilf . Ham? MRSGRHHNHRMWECLHSSWDRHWM Cmmorf Mother, is the sheep the stu- LYING QOVN S pidest of animals? Yes, my lamb. That Washifzgton Trip Do You Know That- Miss Le Fevre and Mr. Baker can harmonize, and I don't mean maybe. Mr. Nutt has been to Washington twenty-six times. 4 Feathers are awfully hard things to pick off a rug. Mr. Nutt showed us a few tricks with a Yo-Yo. Mr. Ham got a cold from eating peanuts and ice cubes. You don't know Grecco unless you know his laugh. Citizens are still knighted. Casters break easily. Teachers are human. What do you think! Our own Joe Grecco stopped a show while in Washington. During one of the master of ceremony's jokes, Joe let go one of his inevitable laughs, thus placing the house in an uproar, and forc- ing the master of ceremony to pause in his own methods of accomplish- ing the same. Fifty-six THE REFLECTOR H :we You Heard That no more gas bills are to be handed out? That we are going to have Wednesdays off from school? That everybody is going to be allowed two cuts a week? That there is going to be meat in the Cafeteria sandwiches? If you have, then someone's been kidding you! Isabel: Hey, Ann, are you going to the senior play? Ann: Yes, Fm going to see Scrapings. C Shavings. j Miss Goldberg: What are the two kinds of rice? Student: Expensive and inexpensivelu Mr. Hartzell, after explaining a lengthy lesson in Biology, asked, Are there any questions? An anxious query came from the rear, Can I have a hall-pass? At the Clifton-Central game: ' Florence Ignat: Why is that fellow wearing that mask on his face? Pat Nolan: Maybe, he's hiding his moustache. Once upon a time there were T two Irishmen. There are lots of them now! I looked around the class- ,x room. Not a good-looking girl YODXQ' init. The books looked hoovy. 0 + The teacher was making out gas-bills and leaving the names b blank. The seats were hard. ,'.. .Liam tv The room was on the third min 0 floor' I dropped the subject! 'CLIFTON dvsr 'Tour vlvmfv HILL g Coach Donnelly remarked: See if you can execute this exercisef' So the class proceeded to murder it. Miss Goldberg: Why does the government supervise the sealing in- dustry? Student: Because without government supervision, the seals would become extinguished. Fifty-seve THE REFLECTOR How to Compose a Composition Harken, all ye students C pronounced styewdents, not stewdentsb of English in the High School! I have composed, here, a composition on How to Compose a Composition. As you begin to read this, you prob- ably think it is not necessary for you to know, and you are about to cast it aside. However, if you have not already torn it up, please 'continue to read, for it is necessary to your school life. It is compulsory for you to compose compositions at various times during your course, or flunk. Of course, different authors use different methods of composing compositions, but I shall explain my way, because that is the only method I know of. First, you must decide upon a topic and title for your composition. Your English teacher will probably recommend several, such as the fol- lowing: The Origin of the Umbrella. How to Raise Potatoesf' Democracy in the High Schoolf' How to Deal with a Book Agentf' These are only a few your teacher, it seems, could continue all period suggesting titles similar to those. But, we'll get down to the decision, since I said you must decide. First you read over the suggestions. Then you wonder how a teacher could think of so many titles that seem foolish to you and about which you know so little. Then, you decide that you must get busy and get it done, and knowing that you can't write about anything the teacher has suggested, you begin the strenuous process of trying to think of something which you can write about. While think- ing, you also draw pictures-to ease the pain of the thinking process. When, after a half hour of apparent thinking and three pages of pictures, you become aware of the fact that you can not think of any other topics, you decide that you must choose one of the teacher's titles. After another half hour of choosing and three more pages of draw- ings, you finally choose the topic about which you know the least, and you are ready to begin composing the composition. The first thing to do is to get your equipment ready. You should have about seventeen sheets of vari-colored paper. This amount pro- vides for fifteen and one-half pages to draw pictures on, while thinking of good ways to express your thoughts, one extra sheet in case you haven,t enough for your pictures, and the remaining half sheet is for your com- position. You will also need three colored pencils: red, yellow, and blue are sufficient. By mixing these colors you can produce the other colors. For instance, if you have written the first line in red, the second in yellow, and the third in blue, you may not wish to use any of them again for the fourth line. In that case, you may use orange, if you wish, by writ- ing the sentence first in yellow and tracing over it with red, or if you wish to use green, you write first with yellow and trace with blue. Of Fifty-eight g g THE REFLEc1-on g g course, a beginner may not be able to trace on the exact line and will, therefore, have, instead of a single line of orange, a double line of yellow and red. The only way to overcome this obstacle is by practice. Even I, with all the compositions I have written, can not yet write a full sen- tence of orange without having, somewhere, a double line of red and yellow. However, you must practice, for without practice, you will not compose good compositions, and if you don't compose good composi- tions, you will most assuredly flunk English-as sure as I am eating pea- nuts while writing this composition. And, speaking of peanuts, although it is not necessary to eat peanuts while composing compositions, I find it a great help. When you have proceeded this far, you have finished the hardest part of composing compositions. All that remains to be done is to compose the composition. If you follow these instructions carefully and practice diligently, you will, some day, be as famous a composer of compositions as I. If it happens that you are not well acquainted with my name and would like to know just how famous I am, look on page three hundred seventy-seven of Who,s Who, and you will find absolutely no reference to me. RALPH TOMPKINS. The Beginning of an Imperfect Day You eat a good hearty breakfast, And start off for school iWith a light heart Because you have prepared all your homework. You squeeze your books into your locker And march to the assembly. Throughout the assembly You look around. Nothing to do. jokingly and laughingly You enter your first period, Which happens to be Latin. You wish the teacher to call on you, Being confident of the ability to give a more perfect recitation Than ever before. Incidentally, she does call on you, But she adds: Start with yesterday's translation. You haven,t the slightest idea what it's about. You gaze at the page with a fixed eye for some time. You then confess That you can't do it- ' And coldly observe her Draw a zero which completely overthrows your whole day. J. DELORENZO. Fifty-nine THE REFLECTOR Commercial Geography Teacher: To 'what business man does the seal fisherman sell most of his products?,' Commercial Geography Student: To the notary public. C. G. T.: To the notary public? What would a notary public use seals for? C. G. S.: A notary public is required by law to place a seal on each of his public documents. g Bob Smart: I hurt my hand. . .,.. g L. ' Do you think I'll be able to type .1 ,J gf after it,s better?,' ' ' Q Dunn: Certainly! :fy f-' T ' ' . ig : WEE' UU : Q q'l4 Smart: That's f unnyg I 4 ' U W, U 'H , 5 couldn't t e before. K.. Us iw, D H U , A . ...., I vb 1 H jj H H 22 gg' 5 . . l in U U ff A H51 ' Miss Lauritsen Qto c l a s s J : ' , G Y 111: W, What is distinctive a b o u t A f . . I U if . -.-, if , Thanks 1v1n ? - vi gii. g , Q . 'j f :-:.: '.,' . Class in unison : ' No home- ,, ,ag H, .:::'- f Q I ppqp M ' ' Freshman: What kind of ' s- trees do walnuts grow on? ' as Senior: Don't be silly! Wal- 'I 'f'0 77 '5 -' 3 nuts grow on walls!,' Senior Qin Grand Central Stationj : When does the last train leave for Buffalo? Dispatcher: Don't worry, you aren't going to live that long. Miss Bowen: Tell me something of Bacon? Lally: Well, they called him Bacon because somebody always had to bring him home! Poetry To write a poem was assigned to meg Eight lines long it had to be. I thought of the wind, and the sea and its ways, Only to Hnd that it,s Father who pays. An engineer I've studied to beg And now I'm writing poetry. Umph feet long, by nothing wide, If this won't do, Lord knows I tried. HARRY SNYDER. S Sixty THE REFLECTOR In a Movie Show 'Twas in a small-town movie show, Where shaded lights were burning low, And sentimental lovers go. A hush hung o'er the audience, The scene was gripping, vital, tense, Each breath was held in grave suspense. A fat man Wobbled down the aisle, And filled a seat in ponderous style, Intent a leisure hour to wile. There came a sound like a squashed-out blister, And a plaintive cry of Mister, Mister, You're sittin' on my little sister! G. SCHOEN Those Classic Cranlas A pest there is, a pest there'll be, Personified in those like meg For love of classics I have not, So such as I should well be shot. So rave those critics, judges hard, Who claim the face of life is marred By so-called jazz-mad men as I, Refusing ear to classicis cry. They say that thing called jazz is low, Degrading, bad, unfit to know, Perhaps they're right, but I can,t see What earthly good's in symphony. Ah! Symphony is art, they say, The waltz, the fox-trot are passe. The opera and such are great! Bologna, I reiterate. And though we mate our moons and Junes, And have poor rhymes in all our tunes,' You'll grant us that they're melody, And make for lovely harmony. L. Gnoss Wenz was having difficulty in distinguishing between the meaning of der Knabe and das Madchenf' Miss Hoffmeister Chelpfullyj: Was bist du? Wenz: Ich bin ein Madchenf, Sixty-o A A -,:v-' f v f lr-f.-. ASI,-XllfNM37VON Q-ERE WE CQMQYY N 'ro , I 'N 'AUU L4 N X' R 5 g Ln SM :Y up C. A X x 1 x mn- .- an ...-- -..-L N L 1, P .v xx k Q Q Q Q Q f ... Q A GNN 'THRU MP-9-YHNNB www vis ww-xov-E X 3 fl :yi ,nfs-s. POLYQE FORCE ESQORTINC, U5 CFQQM QQVUNQXB U K' w P Dumb x-eu l,P1T W5 ,N HAVE A wrssnmvrou MeNuMEN1' .... ',,. ,Z QXGARI GNN Vu get K 'ky Y-BABE mae uma f P 'K I N maven :nex- N ,, 'X ff' 'rn-nu Mme Q X gm jf EVEN melt!! 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Qiroousu lvxmcumej le..'a,:x7,.yN Janna. ' Sixty-two ll! xy I XX N .V A . , ,Ni V -A N 1 Y, YW, -. , fy! ff! 1 ' X ,W if fi A :A .fi xx ,I-xx ,A A X-. , f f J ' LJ.-' - A fn, -X ,4,ff-'iffy' nf A if ' 9' L vi fi .V divfilk N-. ,A . , mu xv. my-gf, 3-12qg3Qi2fgQ5g3'NX -ff- -:+ 12 -1 X xi Fi R ' 4- N Fs'E 4-- H5232 'V-3 - X 'Ei at - ': X ,ng Q I - - . h 'A QQ Y H Rf 3 2, w-., V -. lik' Q3 fexx X M H x M, If 21,5 , 856,69 XX Xxx 5 :HMV . -- QXV, 1:.'x:i.f.- 1- A 'vw ' ' X- A N ' at ff, xi , ,,,,,, 7 ,. ,. x X15 X Z gl ,iggg ZZI2 - X f u.V:1.' ' uh- 11- ' -3. fl 1 W1 X T - . ' mf' V'VV .,,,.'gW..15.,?.!.g.,-g.f3.':Q5I3gi ' i FII, ' 1,1 S ryth Sixty-four JACK J. BUNTING 56 Maple Place Rabbit He who does not soar hi la will su er V 8 less by a fall General Pres. of Junior Class, Pres. of Senior Class, I Pres. of Cartoonists' Club, Baseball, Foot- ball, Reflector Staf, Footlights Club, Junior Patrol Lehigh ALICE L. BORNEMAN 18 Harding Avenue HAI!! Blonde and fickle Classical ' Senior Play, Reflector Staff, Honor Society, Personality Leader, Vice-Pres. of Junior Class, Vice-Pres. of Senior Class, French Club, Prom Committee Skidmore College CATHERINE A. BOYLE 230 Harding Avenue I Klcathfl SlJe's rather small and somewhat tame Classical Class Secretary, French Club, Prom Committee, Personality Leader, General Organization, Reflector Representative ' Montclair College JOHN FELTMAN 106 De Mott Avenue 'Tloe garnering of money is the root of all evil General Honor Society, Class Treasurer, Business Man- ager of Senior Play, Chairman of Class Day Committee, Personality Leader, Junior Patrol Montclair College CHARLES H. ALLES 809 Clifton IXVPTIIIC' A good f'011xfiw1u' is a ronfimml Cl7flXflIId.i,, . Scivutilic' Orvlwstru, Physic Club, 'fumbling Class Mmm-lnir Collvgre LILLIAN ANDERSON 238 llillillllfl Avenue Lil Lil ix slmrl and swvvl-lm! Olz, Myfl' Clzlssivzll Orvlu-sh'u, Spanish Club lllllll'l'llll'll ROBERT BLUME H-ti .Xclwrllulll Aveluu' lQBob!J Noi xo qnirf as lu' would apju'ar', Gcrwlwll llv1'l00tm' Sl:lll', Ge-uvrul flfgllllllllllllll, Glen' Club, D4-lmliug,: Club, .luuiur Patrol, G4-rluzux Club Colgrznh' Vuiversity GEORGE BORNKESSEL 2-l l'c'ru limul Wbz'r4' fbcrr' ix a will, fbrrz' ix a wayl' Svivntific' l'uilc'cl Slulvs Mililzlry JxK'illll'llly SADIE MAY BROMLEY 189 Rust liigrlmllm Slrvvt l!Sally!! HlVl70l'l'f'f affrarls my aifvnfion xlmll haw if Fuur Year C0lllllll'l'ClJll fl0l'lll2lll Club, liiolufv Club I 1-. llllSlll9SS EDNA BROWN 31 Form-lius A vouuv !!Ed73 Pf'arl of great pricvv Gcucrul Chorus, Lilmrzlry Club. Geruum Club Beaver College ,,M,,m.JF . wail, vp!- l iff. , :EA ,, M A 6 ., ,, f V xf 'Milf - N -. Jffiw 4 2 ' ,fill Y NH, 'Z :yi ,gtg 'w.,f,i. R if f 3755 fl ' , fm E Ry iw :ggi Sixty-Eve Sixty-six PHILIP CALDERARO 250 Ilzuuilton Avenue lfphill, Far from the maddening crowd's ignoble strife , General Truck Undecided ELMER CICHON 31 VV:1lnut Street Chicken', The less said, the soomfr done Scientific Undecided EDWARD W. C0014 289 Harding Avenue Bill Nlllldgilltlfillll is fbv air of mind Scientific Chorus Undecided JOHN COMCOWICH 22 Viola Avenue Habit is second nature General Senior Play '28, Pres. Debating Club, Reflector Stott, Honor Society Montclair College SEBASTIAN CROCIATA 544 Troust Court Where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise Scientific Business MYRON DE BELL 192 Union Avenue QQBiff!! What a man! Scientific Football, Track, Property Manager of Senior Play Rensselaer PETER DEKKER 182 llarcling Avenue Slim His lwarl is in fbi' l'10lll1S,, General Junior Patrol, llonor Sonic-ly. Spanish Club Northwestern CLARA DE LORENZO 12 Sbcrlnan Place Pat Thr nobles! mimi Ihr' lwsf coizfffnl- -iirwzf bas Four Yrar Conuncrcial Frvnvb Club, G11-0 Club, Music' Appreciation, Chorus Business JOHN DE MATTIA 276 Parker Avenlw They also srrvr who sfaim' and wail Gvnvral Physics Club, Spanish Club llusincss VIOLA -MARIE DEURLoo 58 Luclclington Avenue Pansy With look. drnzurr as any saim' and not a sign of rougv or paint Four Yi-ar Connncrvial Gorman Club Business PAUL DE VRIES 187 llarcling Avvnuf' Whitey You know lwr, a'o11'frba? Gvneral H Football, 'l'rac'k, Glee' Club llntlcwillecl ELIZABETH ERBER 5-l-0 Colfax Avenue Betty Wbrncr' comvs ibn! S0l1biSfiC'dfi0llv General Library Club, Footligbts Club, German Club Prom Committee Paterson Normal si, 1 .If 'A Sixty-seven Sixty-eight RALPH M. FAVA 30 llolnn Street Captain A man is known by the silenee be keeps Seientifle Junior Patrol, Junior Patrol Captain, Debating Club, Matlieinaties Club, Senior Play, Asst. Track Manager, Reflector Representative, Personality Leader New York l'niversity WALTER WAYNE FIELDHOUSE 103 Madison Avenue wav Words fail mc Scientilic' Footliglits Club. Debating Club, Stage Manager of Senior Play U ncleciclecl HELEN FILIPOVICH 184- Knapp Avenue Lisfen well, answer cautiously, decide jnronzptlyu Classical Library Club, Ilonor Society, l rvlu'li Club, Section llooni Captain and Aide Montclair College HOWARD FOLCARELLI G3 Lakeview Avenue ll ' YI Howie The only way fo have a friend is fo be one General Football, 'l'rac'k, Urvliestra To follow the footsteps of Guy 110lllllilI'Il0 EVELYN FORSMAN 25 Invale A venue QQEVQQ Bai now 1ny fask is XIlZ00flJl3! done Four Year Colninercial German Club Business JOHN FRANKO G35 Clifton Avenue Mickey Mouse It maffers not' how long we live, buf bow Four Year Connnercial Glee Club, Class Captain, f1yIllIl1lStli'S, 'l'unib- ling Club New York University CATHERINE GILDE 173 l'nion AYQJIIIIG ..Kay,, 'I'ln'rI' is sm'ia'fy in flu' rlr'r'jn'.Il solilmlz ' l our YI-:Ir flUllllllCl'l'lill fil'l'lllilll Club, Glu- Club, Music .'Xl7IH'0ClJlll0l1 'l'rawl DOROTHEA GRAS 'TI Clinton A YCIIIIC llDOt!! 'I'l1o11gl1 slu' ix small, sbv is svwf' Four Yvar fl0lllllll'l'Cl2ll Chorus. liaskvlball, Spanish Club, Footliglll-4 Club. llonol' Sovivly lliclvr Collegi- JOSEPH SALVATORE GRECCO -ll Yan Clvvs' Avvlillm' Greek All mankiml lows a l0L'z'r', fl1'lN'l'2ll 'l'rack, Football, Urclwsfra, Frm-nvli Club clllllluvl' P VERNON GROUNDS l-l-2 llc Moll Avciiuv Vern How forcible are rigbf worclsv Gcnvral ll9Hvclor Stall. lflmlitor-in-Cliief of lleflcvloi-, llobaling: Club, Prvs. of Debating: Club, Foolligbts Club, flC'Ilt'l'lll Organization, Class Caplain, Oralorical Contest, Chairman of Class YVill Counniftcv, Junior Patrol, Class llistorian, Current Events anal Biograpliy Club, Pres. of Current livvnts and lliogra- pliy Club. Writing MILDRED ELIZABETH HAGENS 200 Wasliiugton .'XVCI1llt' Millie Bc1va1'z' of luv' zlarle, hair, for she vxcfls all wonzvu in flac' magic of bar locks GI-nc-ral Glee Club, llaskelball, General Organization Nurses' Training: School CATHERINE HEERSCHAP 87 Dc' Mott Avenue MKS' Q! Y As quivf as a c'lo1Lrcbn1ousa??? General Glec Club, Chorus, Basketball, General Organi- zation, Airlc l'l1llCl'lllt'1l Sixty-nine Seventy EVELYN E. HERMAN ' 69 East Fifth Street .QEVU A soft answer lurnetb away wratbi' Four Year Commercial Glee Club, German Club, lliologry Club Librarian OLGA HLADIK 58 East Clifton Avenue Knowledge in truth is the great sun in the jirmamentu Four Year Commercial Honor Soeiety, Spanish Club, Girls' Soccer Business RUTH HELEN HOMBERG 30 Franklin Avenue C!TO0tY! On with the dance! Classieal llonor Society, German Club, Basketball, Prom Committee Montclair College DOROTHY BEATRICE KILLIAN 393 WVest Third Street llDot5l I have survi1Jed', General Footlights Club, Glee Club, Harmony, Music Appreciation Normal School KENNETH R. KIRBY 86 Luclclington Avenue Q !Ken59 He gently blushed Scientific Senior Play, Junior Patrol College of Pharmacy GARRET KNIGHT 656 Gregory Avenue QQGary!! A merry heart doeth good like a medicine Scientific Honor Society, Physics Club, Debating Club, Class Basketball, German Club College ANNA KORIBANICS 663 Yun Ilollfen .'xV9lllli l!Cory,, I Z7tlXfl'lI io laugh al c'wryfl1i11g,' Normal lh'f1c'1'tm' Play, Glu' Club, f'll0I'll!-1. yIlISil' Ap- lJl'0i'iilfi0Il, I,iln':u'y Club Monte-l:1il' Cnllvge MICHAEL KORIBANICS 663 Yam Ilmltvn LXVUIIIII' !!MiCky7! HSflI!'l'l'ffVj' giws wingx to f70ll!l'YH Gvlwrul llllsilwss LA ROY LALLY lll Pizlgc-t Avz-nlw Bumps Pvo11lf' ran fry any iimvg gin' 'vm a laugh -fluzfs wha! voznzlxn cil'lll'I'Jll Svnior Play. Junior Pzltrnl, cll'lN'l'1ll f,l'gI2lIliZ2l- tion, li0Hvchn' Stuff, Prom Cmlmlittec, Cllllil'lllllll of l'l'opl11-cy Cllllllllittlft' Husim-ss DAVID LAWRENCE LAMANNA 18-L I.:1kevi?w Avenllv Dave 'rWl7l'I1 you play, f7Id'vl7t1l'll'j 1L'!Jl'lI you work, flozff play af aII,' Gcnvrnl Spanish flulw, 'l'rzl1'k, l noil1:lll, Class Aiclv, Ju- nior l':nix'ol Music' JOHN LANGERLAAN 1 Birrl ,XVUIHIQ All doors opwz lo z'o11rfz'xy Svivnfific' 'l'r:1vk Polls-gc of l'lml'ln:u'y AUDREY SARA LANGHAM 73 XVillinms Strvet Shorty Tln'r'z' is noflzing inzpossiblv fo a'i1igw1cr' ann' skillv Gm-nvrzxl Iiusincss .A : A ,Y W ,A ft w af! W, Seventy-one S eventy-two MARGARET LEEDS 66 Luddington Avenue llpegi! Let us be gay while we may Household Arts - Footlights Club, Chorus, Reflector StaH, Car- toonists' Cluh Business DAVID LEVY 160 Montclair Avenue Mac Better a bad excuse than none at all General German Club, Footlights Club Rutgers College of Pharmacy CLIFFORD MESSAROS 260 YVashington Avenue Cliff l Yesterday was yesterday-today is today- tbere is no tomorrow until it's today General Track, Physics Club Undecided MARION NOWASH 202 Allwood Road 1tMaen Quiet ana' unassuming General Basketball President, Hiking Club Mountainside Hospital NICHOLAS PEDERSON 23 Washington Avenue tlpeteii Live while you live for when you're dead you're dead Scientific German Club, Physics Club, Footlights Club Mechanical Engineer CHAIKIOOTTE IRENE PELSER T2 l'liutOu ,XYCIIIIU Skippy,' HV kvpl fwr as fill' ujzplv of bis ryf' lfmu' Yun' lx0llIllll'I'l'iill l1:uslwllmIl, C'l1Orus, ,Ximlmg lfmmlligllls Clulm Music' .XI!lYl'L'l'iJliiUl1 l:llNilll'5S Urllcgv EVELYN PERRYMAN :ISI llnrclillgr .XVUIIIIU H - U luv In qlzivfalvxx Klllfzl slum' 4'.xc'r'1 fQ4'llt'l'JIl S1'l'l'4'lJlI'y of lfuulligluis Club. c'llUI'll5- MIIHU' .Xppl'm'i:li inn l'llllt'K'illl'll JOHN PETTY 2-115 IM' MOH ,XYUIIIIU juss A111lfi1'io11 Iunglrs uf j11'r'm'flf'11I Gcru-ral l:2lSl'llJIH, l!:uslu'llm:lII iY0l'HlXYl'Sll'l'll CATHERINE RATZER ,MSU Uulfux .XYl'lllll' Kay Taxf4' ffm joy ffm! xjlriugx from Idflflfn l 0ur Yvzu' UUlIlllli'l'l'iJll l,ilw:ury Club, l'lmrus, Music' ,Xppl'c4'i:1iiOl1 lglINilN'SS ROBERT M. ROMLEIN llli l'r'im'1-inn Sircvi Bob Yon 1' lwro SXYOIIIII alzuayx lu' lull, you know f:0llL'l'Jll l'hvsim's Ululm, f:l'lll'l'1II Orgfuuizuiiuu l':Ilzi'fl'il'ill Ihmgilwcl' Seventy-three Seventy-four FLORA SALA IH Kllillill .XYCIIIIP Flo HYHZII'-Y Izlllgfl fflllf lL'fl1H N4il'lll2lI Sc'm'I'4'I:ll'y of Spzlnisll Club, Glu' l'll1lI, Vlun lIJlI'llllllly, Hush' .Xlwpw-c'i:1TinlI, Illlslwilwllll l':lic'l'smI NUFIIIIII GEORGE SCHOEN ISS ,Xl'l'1l'I'lllJIl1 .xYl'lIlll' Slccpy Hard lllfk is ll jwlifc' llallla' for ffn' .YIl't'fIillQ .Ill-kllI'.v.v . Ftllll' YI-:lr f'lHllllll'I'C'i!ll Class l3:usIu-ilmll nlIHilll'SS MARY SHEDLOWSKY Ilcpluurlm Hum! l,lgllf llllll tliI'AY-'-ff7tlf,X our Aftll'-YH VOIII' X'K'2ll' l'tlIllIlll'l'4'i2Il Nmtligfllis Club l'II1lx'L'iIlI-cl CHRISTINA C. SIMPSON lr? lxxlsi I'mlI'llI hiwvi Chris,' IIN t',j'l'S'-fllll'kIwj', tfl'l'fllvY, lfftlllfjfllllvj' fllll lim-I1cI':ll l,ilur:II'I' l'IIIlv, Ulm- Flulm, l'rmII i'mIImill:'I- :xlHIltl'lIIiI' HELEN SPREISER In linsf Svuunl Silva-I Tha jl4'l'fm'fi1lll of arf lx ffl rrlllwlll uri U4-In-l':Il .Xri Iiriilur nf lis'f'1n'r'1m', Svllilll' l'l:ly. l':uI'tmm ists' Club, Gs'I'lII:lI1 Ululw. lfmvtliglmls VIII l'vI'smI:llily I,0:1cl0I'. l'lIm'Ils, l'I'om Cfllllllllf 100 l,Jll0l'hlDI1 Normal VIOLA P. TRAUTVETTER 51 Nv4'l'l'1lIl1'4' ,Xu-Ixllv uw, NCTUIIII' tllltf ffffl if as 'VIII go, CD11 ffla' flgflf fllllhlsfif' frlr ' Clalssiclll I3:Islu'llu:lII, Ulm' Clulv. Music' .x!1IlI'1'l'iJIiilYl! l fmIIiglIl:4 l'llllI Sham' ANNA VANDER ZEE 621 Gregory Avenue QlAnn,, One good turn deserves anotherv Four Year Commercial Basketball, German Club, Secretary of Library Club Juniata College JOHN WILLIAM VAN KIRK 215 East Seventh Street ltvanii Variety is the spice of life General German Club, Physics Club Business FELIX VESPA 418 Orono Street Phil Patience is a necessary ingredient of genius General Spanish Club Business MABEL WHITE 513 Clifton Avenue Skeezix Short and sweet General Footlights Club, Chorus, Music Appreciation Undecided SARAMAE WOODFORD 102 Clinton Avenue Sally It happened in Washington Classical Senior Play, Glee Club, Chorus, Footlights Club, General Organization New Jersey College of Pharmacy Seventy-Eve I THE REFLECTOR The Senior Trip to Washington HURSDAY: After arising at what seemed hours before dawn, we gathered, all except Jack Petty, at School 10, about 7 a. m., to jour- ney forth to Wfashington. We sat about and fumed and fretted un- til jack finally arrived. Miss Erma Brown was then picked up in Pas- saic, and our party was complete. We motored on into the rising sun, as the movie captions would have it, bound for our nation's Capital and all that that fair city might have in store for us. Cliff Messaros and Joe Grecco supplied the sound effects for the whole trip. Every now and then, as we hit a bump, a coat or piece of baggage would tumble to the floor. Sometimes the falling impedimenta did not get that far, but landed on someone's lap. At 1:30 we landed in Baltimore at the Hotel Southern. The bulle- tin board had a large announcement to the effect that Clifton High School, of Clifton, New Jersey, was dining at 1:30. We left with pockets full of sugar cubes bearing the name Hotel Southern on their wrappers. Edible souvenirs, however, do not last long, and ours were soon only memories. On and on we traveled until finally, amidst many Ohs and Ahs, the Capital dome rose to meet our view. Having arrived at our hotel, The Martinique, we went to our rooms to prepare for dinner. Thanks to Mr. Nutt's excellent knowledge of how and where to obtain the best food, we dined well during the whole trip. Thursday night we went to the Congressional Library and saw the origi- nal Declaration of Independence and Constitution, along with innumer- able other documents of historical value. Then we retired, or rather we intended to retire, but a few of the fellows decided to test their stamina and ability to resist the pangs of fatigue, and Mr. Nutt's timely interven- tion was the only thing that quieted the echoes to let the rest of us get some well-earned sleep. FRIDAY: Friday was our big day. Here is the program: Up at 7:00 a. m. Visited the Pan-American Building. The Bureau of Printing and Engraving. The Smithsonian Institute. The Capitol Building. The White House. Lunch at the Hotel Martinique. The National Education Association. Mount Vernon. Christ Church, Alexandria, Virginia. Alexandria Washington Lodge, No. 22, F. Sc A. M. Dinner. The Earle Theatre. Seventy x THE REFLECTOR A party at the Hotel Ccourtesy of Mrs. Folcarellij . Bed. At the Pan-American Building We saw various flora of the Pan- American countries. We also saw a parrot that can swear in Spanish, but he was not in the mood to perform for us. At the Bureau of Printing and Engraving we saw eighteen million dollars in the making, together with an unknown number of postage stamps. fNo, we didn't get any samples.D The Smithsonian Institute had so much that I quail before the task of relating it. The one outstanding thing, however, was Lindbergh's plane, We. At the Capitol Building we were addressed by Mr. Garner, Speaker of the House. We listened to the famous Whispering Gallery, saw the Presidential offices, and also met Congressman Seger and his secretary, Mr. Gordon Canfield. At the White House we visited the Red Room, the Green Room, the Blue Room, and the Ball Room. We also viewed the executive dining room, which was being prepared for a formal dinner. Next, we went through the offices of the National Education Build- ing. At Christ Church, we sat in the same pew in which Washington sat. At Alexandria, in the W'ashington Masonic Lodge, is the only ap- proved picture of George Washington. There we saw, also, the original chair that Washington sat in when made the first master of the Lodge. At the Earle Theatre we enjoyed Jean Harlow in Platinum Blonde and the personal appearance of Alice White. The performance was en-- livened by off-stage noises supplied by Joe Grecco. SATURDAY: Up at 6:00, we left Washington for Annapolis at 8:30 a. m. Annapolis was deserted, but we found enough to keep us busy and interested. The navy men on duty were good sports about hauling C. H. S. fellows out of open hatches on the training cruisers and cockpits of navy planes. After taking a number of photos, we started to leave. Bob Blume had a rather embarrassing moment on the way out. He let out a yell for Army fArmy and Navy were playing in New York that dayj just as a chief petty officer stepped up in back of us. The officer merely grinned good-naturedly, however, and the day was saved. From Annapolis we traveled to the Hotel Southern in Baltimore, where we again had luncheon. From Baltimore we rode home. Home surely looked good, even after the wonderful sights we had seen, and GEE WHIZ, how WE slept! ROY LALLY, February 1932. Seventy-seven Seventy-eight Two Year Commercial Class Sponsors - Miss LOURITSEN and Miss 1-Ioteowusia Ruth Arensman .... Greta Aronson .,..... ,... john Bullock .. Mildred Closterman Stanley Dancz ..,,.......,.. Peter De Lotto ..,, ......, Catherine De Rose ,, Henderiena De Vries Mildred Disbrow Frances Flick ,......,, ..... Edward Gilliam Sophie Hannema ...,..... Jessie Ignoffo ..... Marion Maat . .......,, . Michael Mihalik , Lena Mingoia ...., A XVarren Martin ..i..,.,,,,. Italia Onorevole Christina Overeem . Benjamin Peluso . Anne Pochna .. ...... ,. Betty Quentz .. .... ,, Peter Roslen ..........,, Euridice Salvadori , Joseph Sekela ..... .... Wilma 'Ternigan .,... Genevieve Walczyk 1 Mildred Williams Joseph Steigauf ,....,, .. Anna Skupin 55 Sade Street 714 Clifton Avenue 106 Madison Avenue 201 East Eighth Street 65 Hudson Street 35 Piaget Ave 242 Clifton Avenue Broad Street 26 Hilton Street 28 Richardson Street 174 East Ninth Street 153 Dundee Avenue 290 West Third Street 97 Sheridan Avenue 68 South Avenue 229 Ackerman Avenue 34 Sylvan Avenue 293 Parker Avenue 558 Lexington Avenue 22 South Avenue 94 Lake Avenue 53 Getty Avenue 60 South Avenue 87 Ackerman Avenue 194 Ackerman Avenue 5 Ward Street 90 Speer Avenue 237 Parker Avenue 160 East Clifton Avenue 22 Holden Street Seven! yne R W-fggmnlux f W 1 ,V K' ' 1 -f ' 1 ' 1. , 4' 5555: 55 .1f55,VU , o- HS. '51 Eighty V may MDNAN buggueamom ow PMQQN mme QUR ADVEEXTQERP ,x x K SPECIALIZED L C JACQUES WQLF SL C0 PASSAIC, N. J. These questions are compiled to give the aspirants for secretarial positions an idea of what their training should consist. X 3 Could Could gg Could Could Could Could 2' Could Could Could ,vi Could Could Could Could tl Could Could ,g Could Could Could Could 9' Could Could , Could ,g Could you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you keep a tickler file? operate a dictagraph? teach your employer a few points about punctuation? refrain from doing so? keep his cash book and check book? write stenographic notes which another could transcribe? take telephone dictation from the locker room of the golf club? write letters from marginal notes without dictation? think of just the right word for that delicate letter? get the dictation which originates behind a cigar? report a directors' meeting in brass tacks ? get in on time every day? plot a graph? say the boss is busy without offending? arrange itineraries, hotel reservations, secure tickets, mans, etc.? Sweeten up your telephone voice? interpret stock quotations? prepare notes for a speech or radio talk? pinch-hit? train your successor? hire? stay on the job long enough to get in line for better things? secure an increase in salary without asking for it? Pull- Zllralze School I96' 198 .iEFFERSON STRE ET j1Jasna1cNcwjgrseg 51' 55 'JC 'BF SC 'JC 'lf 'll' SC CLIFTGN LODGE No. 1569 B. P. 0. E Slsco DAIRY FARMS Located at Mt. Prospect Avenue, Clifton, N. J. 'mmf I ff f e I o too SPLENDIDLY EQUIPPED FOR REAL PUBLIC SERVICE Rich Milk from Tested Herds - Properly Pasteurized SISCO DAIRY COMPANY MILK AND CREAM BUTTERMILK - STRICTLY FRESH EGGS PURE CREAMERY BUTTER Office and Plant: MT. PROSPECT AVENUE, CLIFTON, N. Phone PAssaic 2-S414 for Quality and Service Sisco Dairy Company's Grade A Milk comes from selected herds- every animal officialy tested for tuberculosis. Sisco Dairy's Milk is prop erly handled in a modern, sanitary plant by the latest scientific methods- insuring a rich, pure, safe milk for children and adults VISITORS ALWAYS WELCOME CASTLES ICE CREAM A Product: of National Dairy PREFERRED BY MORE PEOPLE IN NEW JERSEY THAN ANY OTHER BRAND .. - ex? ,. Wrggef' -- - ,r.ew3..5g1- C CONRAD H 'CONDADS' 51' FINEST GETON AND G NNELLIN CLIFTON. COMPANY ETTY AVENUE? N. J. Say If With Flowers FLOWERS FOR ALL GRADUATIONS - WEDDINGS - OCCASIONS FUNERALS - BIRTHDAYS DECORATIONS OF ALL KINDS FOR CHURCH OR HOME EVENTS Give Us a Trial and Be Convinced WE DO OUR OWN WORK Orders Delivered FIS C H E R, F mm MAIN AVENUE Anywhere L O R I S T CLIFTON, N. J. Telephone - PAss:1ic 3-1946 DELIGHTFUL MEALS AT HOME DELICIOUS LUNCHES AT SCHOOL TREAT CRISPS GOLDEN BROWN POTATO CHIPS Telephone - PAssaic 2-0007 Kenneth H. Robinson GENERAL INSURANCE Real Estate - Mortgage Loans IVIAIN Ar-Ill CLIFTON AVI'1NI'I'1S CLIFTON, N. J. Teephone A PAssnic' 2-4-832 Michael Agnello BARBER SHOP First Class Haircutting Electric Massaging - Shampooing and Ladies Hair Bobbing 255 IIUI'I'l AVICNUE CURNICIL OF l'lil'lSID1'ZN'I' S'I'REI'I'I' PASSAIC, N. J. Telephone 3 PAssz1ie 3-2566 We Call For and Deliver Clifton National Cleaners and Dyers wmivurz cr1,r:AN1No A IJYICING K EPAIRIIVG' Suiis Made fo Order 751 MAIN AVE., CLIFTON, N. J Opposite National Bank Telephone - PAssuie 2-5272 H YVIlOI.I'lSAI.l'l AND RI'C'I'AIL Rien Kueken 86 Sons Delawanna Florists Cui Flowers - Wedzling Bouquets Floral Designs for All Occasions Graves Decorated Graves Covered for the Winter with Evergreen Our Flowers Las! 62 MAIN AVE. CLIFTON N. J. II. J. Adams - President J. Fielding - - Vive-President ' A. Chambers - Secretary I. Rovner ---- 7'reus11rer Lakeview B. 86 L. Association Series Open in Feb., May, Aug. and Nov. Each Year l PAUL Z. SCI-IACK Telephone -- PAssaie 3-2355 PATRONIZE CLIFTON TAXI J. I. Goetschius so isiauoiex AVICN Urn 25 Cents Per Person 581.50 Per Hour Frequent Telephone Calls THE HENRY R. GOULD PRESS LESLIE H. FLOYD, Proprietor 215 HARDING AVENUE C L IF T O N N . J . Miss Florence A Jacobus 'Telephone - l'Ass:1i1' 2-134-2 TEACHER OF VOICE AND PIANO CLIFTON PHARMACY' Elementary, Intermediate and Advanced Students John lfl. McHenry, Ph. G. l'RHSCRIl'Tl0NN A SPICC'lALTl' Try l's E We Deliver Reasonable Rates Icr' Cream Furnished for All --Y Occaxions Passaic' Studio: '- OLD POST OFFICE BUILDING 709 MAIN AVE. CLIFTON, N. J Plmne - - llrnnclm Brook 3-3816 fCOrner Clifton Avenuej Telephone - PAssaic 3-1500 THE GUARANTEE MORTGAGE AND TITLE INSURANCE COMPANY FIRST MORTGAGE INVESTMENTS TITLE INSURANCE 1 S BROADWAY PASSAIC, N. J. Your Home Meals Are Delightful . . . Our School Lunches Are Delicious Menus Made Up Each Week By Student Body CLIFTON HIGH CAFETERIA CLIFTON HIGH scHooL PARADISE PIE BAKING CORPORATION 309 JACKSON AVENUE AND 141ST STREET, BRONX, N. Y. Telephone - Ludlow 4-1221-2 QUALITY - SERVICE THE PIE LIKE MOTHER MAKES Sold Exclusively in the Cafeteria Main Olfice - 39-47 Norman Avenue. Greenpoint 9-9696 New Model Underwood No. 6 with built in decimal tabulation Superior in Design and Finish Standard- NOISELESS Semi Standard- Portable- And regular portables in black or colors- U N D E R W O O D TYPEWRITER CO. WM. D. PLUMB Local Manager 150 ELLISON STREET PATERSON, N. J. Tel. - SHerwood 2-44131 - 4-132 Telephone - SHerw0od 2-674-0 LA GOUSIN SHOPPE Distinctive Wearing Apparel for junior Boys and Girls 264- MAIN STREET PATERSON, N. J. Four Doors Above Market Street A L E R T G A R A G E AND SERVICE STATION Accessories AUTO REPAIRING - GREASES BATTERY CHARGING GAS - OILS 759-765 CLIFTON AVENUE CLIFTON, N. J. LEE 85 HEWITT ENGINEERS AND ARCHITECTS IIO Telephone - PAssaic 8-84-04 Sastic Delicatessen Store Specializing in AND SALADS l'A7'IORIN4'l T0 PARTIES 289 LAKEVIEVV AVENUE CLIFTON, N. J. M E C O 0 K Ii D M Ii A 'I Telephone -- SI'Ie1'wo0d 2-7537 Iiesidence 'I'eI. -- I,Amhert 3-1120-M Grimshaw - Florist Say If With Flowers, But Say It With Oursv CUT FLOWERS - PLANTS FLORAL DESIGNS 981 MAIN S'I'REE'I' I'A'I'I'1Ii SON, NEVV JERSEY S. FRUMIN McKenna's FRUIT, FISH AND VEGETABLE MARKET 291 IAKICVIICVV A VENUE Fresh Fish Every Thursday and Friday Also Oysters and Clams Telephone - PAssaic 2-2145 - 2-2144 SIMPSON'S MOTOR SALES COMPANY WILLYS SIX - WILLYS EIGHT - WILLYS-KNIGHT 301 CLIFTON AVENUE, CLIFTON, N. J. PLOG,S GARAGE AND sERVicE STATION CARS BOUGHT AND SOLD - DAY AND NIGHT TOWING REPAIRING - PARTS FOR ALL CARS 499 PIAGET AVENUE, CLIFTON, N. J. Day Phone - PAssaic 2-8778 Night Phone - PAssaic 2-3638 ALLOW US TO HELP YOU ON THE ROAD TO SUCCESS We Profif As We Serve CLIFTON NATIONAL BANK CORNER MAIN AND UNION AVENUES Clifton's Most Modern Bank Building Telephone - PAssaic- 2-64-15 M. Lamanna Ice Cream, Soda, Cigars, Candy Newspapers - Magazines We Handle the Best APPAREL PROBLEMS Are Readily Solved at Abbott's Dept. Store and Score High Marks for Style and Economy Im MAIN M'IcNI'I1: II-:I IHIIKIIVIIIIW AvI'1NI'II Am, cI,IIf'I'uN, N. .I. 15 wII,I,I.IxM s'I'., If.xssAIc, N. .I Telephone PAssaic 2-8740 NATIONAL ELECTRIC COMPANY, INC. ELECTRAGISTS J. JUSTESEN, Manager 583 MAIN AVENUE, PASSAIC, N. J. 1 42 HAMILTON ST. PATERSON, N. SHerw0od 2-1582 ALL MAKES OF TYPEVVRITERS BOUGHT, SOLD, RENTED EXCI-IANGEII AND REPAIREI7 J. J. Loughlin The Typewriter Man TYPEWRITERS ADDING MACHINES New and Used OfIice Furniture J. EVERY STAMP Arthur W. Sperling FOREIGN STAMPS ON APPROVAL 102 EAST EIGHTH STREET CLIFTON, N. J. IS GUARANTEED Telephone - Walker 0257 HAVENS 85 CO. Manufacturing jewelers CLASS PINS, RINGS, MEDALS AND TROPHIES Quality - Service - Satisfaction 17-19 THOMPSON STREET, NEW YORK CITY Telephone -- I'Assuic 2-3002 Quinlan Funeral Home J. P. QUINLAN 30 HARDING AVENUE CLIFTON, N. J. Telephone - PAssaic 3-0381-W Ann's Beauty Shoppe 570 HIGHLAND AVE. COne Flight Upj CLIFTON, NEW' JERSEY ALL SERVICES OF BEAUTY CULTURE, 35 CENTS Hours: Mon., VVed., Friday-9 a, m. to 9 p. m. Tues., Thurs., Sat.-9 am. m. to 8 p. m. if MTI-TTR E REAL ESTATE AND INSURANCE Department of Motor Vehicles 302 CLIFTON AVENUE, CLIFTON, NEW JERSEY Phones - PAssaic 2-4664 - 2-2770 Dunkerley 81 Company Mason and Hamlin, Knabe, Chickering G R A N D P I A N O S R. C. A. Victor Stromberg-Carlson R A D I O S 64-1 MAIN AVENUE PASSAIC, N. J. Phono -- PAssuic' 2-3684- People's Foods, Inc. Choice Meats and Poultry in Season Fruits, - Vegetables - Groceries 677 MAIN AVENUE CLIFTON, N. J. Passaic Rubber Co., Inc. c1.1F'roN, N. J. Cyrus A. Draper, D. D. S. 719 MAIN AVENUE CLIFTON, N. J. A.8cP. 827 MAIN AVENUE CLIFTON, N. J. I. Boss WHOLESALE CANDIES AND SUPPLIES We Supply Your School SECOND S'l'REET, PASSAIC, N. J. Telephone -- Wisconsin 6320 WHITE STUDIO 220 WEST FORTY-SECOND STREET NEW YORK CITY Photographers for this Issue of The Reflector F. M. KRISTON MAIN SWEET SHOPPE Phone - PAssaic 2-5746 717 MAIN AVENUE CLIFTON, N. J. FOR EVERYTHING GOOD IN EATS Piper's Market 390 CROOKS AVENUE CLIFTON, N. J. Telephone f- SHerwoml 2-828-L Telephone - l'Assaic 2-1222 Andy's Market CHOICE MEATS - POULTRY Fish - Oysters - Clams Groceries - Delicatessen A Full Line of Vegetables Home Made Clam Chowder Every Friday Orders Called For and Delivered 795 MAIN AVE., CLIFTON, N. J. WE PAY 32 PER CENT ON SAVINGS ACCOUNTS CLIFTON TRUST COMPANY FIRST NATIONAL BANK OF CLIFTON CLIFTON'S Two STRONGEST BANKS Rutblatt's Sport Shop SELLS THE BEST FOR THE LEAST A Friend WITH 100W SATISFACTION 38 LEXINGTON AVENUE PASSAIC, N. J. Telephone -- 1'Ass::ic' 2-7119 C. R. KOOIMAN WHOLESALE AND RETAIL BAKER 329 BELMONT AVENUE, HALEDON, N. Telephone - SHerwood 3794 DANGER CAN YOU SCHOOL STOP? COOK 86 NELSON The Safety of the Streets Depends on G O O D B R A K E S Faulty Brakes May Cause Injury or Loss of Life We Guarantee You An Even SETH BOYDEN SCHOOL OF BUSINESS Affiliated with New Jersey Law School A Collegiate School of Business for Men and Women Four-year course leading to the degree of Bachelor of Science in Business Administration Two-year course in Secretarial Studies Special courses in Advertising, Ac- counting, Banking and Finance, Merchandising, Insurance, Business Law, Journalism, Management, Psy- chology and Economics DAY AND EVENING CLASSES Brake 'I Students zuhuitted m February may at- ---1 tain sophomore standing by September GENERAL REPAIRS . . For information, address GAS -' OIL ' ACCESSORIES HERBERT C. HUNSAKER, Dean 40 Rector Street, Newark, N. STEWART JEDDO HIGHLAND LEHIGH COAL ALSO Special Nut ,.....i., 512.00 per Ton Special Stove ...i.. 12. S 0 per Ton SHELL FUEL OIL GOULD 86 SCHUYLER CANAL STIIEFIT, PATERSON SHerwood 2-S674 HOME BAKERY Our Bread and Assorted Pies and Cakes are Just Like Mother Used to Bake Phone PAssaic 3-0950 We Deliver Wedding and Birthday Cakes a Specialty BREAD - CAKES - PASTRIES Scotch Scones and Short Bread Home Sweet Home Is Sweeter If You Let Us Do Your Baking COME IN AND GIVE US A TRIAL 309 CLIFTON AVENUE fNear Main Avenuej CLIFTON, N. Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute TROY, NEW YORK A School of Engineering and Science HE Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute was established at Troy, New York, in 1824, and is the oldest school of engineering and science in the United States. Students have come to it from all of the states and territories of the Union and from thirty-nine foreign countries. At the present time, there are more than 1600 students enrolled at the school. Four year courses leading to degrese are offered, in Civil, Mechanical, Electrical, and Chemical Engineering, in Architecture, and in Business Admin- istration, Physics, Chemistry, and Biology. Graduates of the engineering courses are prepared to take up work in any branch of engineering. Graduates of the course in Architecture are prepared to practice their profession in any of its branches. Graduates of the course in Business Administration are prepared for careers in business or for the study of law. Graduates of the courses in Physics and Chemistry are fitted for research and teaching in these fields, as well as for practice in many branches of applied science. The course in Biology prepares for research and teaching, for work in sanitary engineering and public health, and for the study of medicine and dentistry. Graduates of any of the above courses may continue their work in the Graduate School of the Institute. The Master's Degree is conferred upon the satisfactory completion of one year's Work and the Doctor's Degree for three years' work. The method of instruction is unique and very thorough, and in all de- partments the laboratory equipment is unusually complete. An interesting pamphlet entitled Life at Rensselaer, also catalogue and other illustrated bulletins, may be obtained by applying to the Registrar, Room 008, Pittsburgh Building. Telephone - PAssnic 2-2768 S b , Residence: 19 Bradford Avenue Per er S i.. CUT RATE DAIRY AND GROCERY STORE Joseph A. Lyons FUNERAL DIRECTOR ..-- 266 MONROE STREET Orders Delivered 186 NVASHINGTON PLACE PASS-AIC, N- J- PASSAIC, N. J. Telephone - PAssaic 2-7698 DE SOTO - 6 - 8 PLYMOUTH I... 86 C. MOTORS, INC. Sales and Service 13 LEXINGTON AVENUE, PASSAIC, N. Telephone - PAssaic 2-9469 C A I R O H O T E L isis QUE STREET, N. W. WASHINGTON, D. C. Washington Headquarters for School Parties . . Telephone - PAssz1ic 2-5861 Max Goldstein JOSCPI1 Rosenberg 316 PASSAIC STREET COMMERCIAL STATIONER PASSAIC, N. J. W 218 MADISON STREET HART SCHAFFNER 86 MARX IJASSAIC, N. J- CLOTHES THE CLEARING HOUSE Q if ' v , . fu ,. FL ' .+A Ewa X Fug? x 'gen . 5 TERSO v '45 N . HGTO ENGRAVING Co. 45232 ,o, Rfk N fx 1 5,1 Q E . w, V Nj' ' I rx' H J ff.. J . x 'V - Spenzalvz-ts m tbz pvnimvtxun uf Wnllege arch Snlynnl Annuals IIO FAIR ST PATERSON N J Q2 , , gig H22 Mfg 1... HERE IS hardly anything in the world that some man cannot cheaper, and the people who con slder price only are this man s law ful prey Joh Ru lc o The Wood Press, lnc. Mill Street, Foot of Ellison Paterson - - ' New Jersey T malce a little worse and sell a little n n Q Q ,Y n s in Q. x WY- ,i M .3 5 v ,- v, , ., . 'K ,i-1:51 li: b X -f pw , fs:- ,4 4','11'.: -. QIff.Z f ' .Q - ,ww.,f:Qfe , 4.1 . .Q ,Y M1 .1 6 3',,-.-ffg. 1 '.,. , 4' pf fQ1,.,z 1-.J Q- gi' -1 Q, , ef T ew. K:--iyq-it-X,- ?' 'JA ' 'K ' A W, K. , , K K. V. . 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