Clifton High School - Rotunda Yearbook (Clifton, NJ)

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Reflector Staff EDITOR-IN-CHIEF: Mildred Messenbrink LITERATURE Marjorie Britton Mary Dyer HUMOR EDITOR: Margaret Kennedy AssIsTANTs: Sue McCarthy Catharine Keeler Arthur Shaw Bill Kihm Elizabeth Prosch BUSINESS BUSINESS MANAGER: Rose Kalencsak CIRCULATION MANAGER: Norman Leland ADVERTISING MANAGER: George Keller AssIsTANTs: Frances Berghorn Julia Capowski Janet Hall Margaret Hayes Marie Lyons Aneliese Messenbrink Viola Smith Dorothy Veldran ART EDITOR: Lydia De Nadel AssIsTANTs: Louis McMahon Theodore Soltis SCHOOL NEWS EDITOR: Dorothy Blair AssIsTANTs: Journalism Class PHOTOGRAPHY: Frank Scanlan SPORTS EDITOR: Walter Fleischer AssIsTANTs: Warren Erbe Adele Strogan Katharyn Dangremond SPONSORS: Mrs. Hazel Bloore Mr. Arthur Benson Miss Miss Clarice Smith Miss Ruth Smith Miss Agatha Spinella

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. L Y -F V L.: -Y THE REFLECTOR -li ,1 -1-T I fkjfs in I jumpin' ter Conclusions -5 By Lester Rhoads, june '37 lu fmt LQ , 5 gi - - ' TN? -. , x 'xii 1l - Q., . - if i f ,qs - 'r . - , A group of old Hshermen were ?-- :FY 2 ,rvr gpg? ' if - . g. sitting on Thompson's wharf one day. I ,,4 7, if-A1 ' Lv ,FQ hr - 1: ' 8, gf' ly t ll . '42 W T 5 2 il!! o ' x 5 Y I! ' - -. 1 1 X ' I 1:1 g ,160 - A 9 V : jx 2 I TW! 'r l - C? If fa fi I frm if' ,, f JI! X' ' ff x f ll!! I E+ FX Instead of swapping their usual yarns, they were discussing the heat- ed remarks of a young fellow in a gold-braided yachting uniform who was fussing around with an outboard motor boat on the beach. Them new-fangled contraptions is always a-gettin' out o' order, re- marked an old salt, spitting a wad of plug at a floating bottle, with the practice of years showing in his accuracy. Ef'n he war wise, he'd throw the danged thing away an' get a sloop. No noise, fuss, er smelly engines. Them rich fellers ain't no sailors, that's why, said another gray-beard. Chicken-livered. Put in at the Hrst sign of a blow. I At the stranger's approach, however, they became silent, and watched cyn- ically as he heated the air with some remarks he never had learned from his mother. What's the matter, son? Havin' a little trouble? A little trouble! Say, are you trying to get wise? I'n1 having a lot Ol trouble. Wait 'till I get the fellow who sold me that heap of junk. Why, I wouldn't use it for ballast! If he thinks he can get away with-- Calm down, young feller. Yer jumpin' ter conclusions, en' that's bad. Feller darn near killed 'is shipmate that-a-way once. Fact! It was down olf-- Say, now I suppose I'll have to listen to some old woman's tale that'll take all afternoon. Can't you see I'm busy? But after a pause he took a seat and queried, WellP is I war sayin', before I war so rudely interrupted by a young skate what ain't no sailor, it war down off the west coast of Florida in Tampa Bay. Brownie Jacobs allus went thar winters in his pinky. Yer know what a pinky is, don't yer? Well, it's a craft what ain't a sloop an' it ain't a catboat, an' it don't look more like one than t' other. A very clear and accurate description, murmured the young man, but never mind, go on. Wall, Brownies mate, Ole Swenson, bein' a sort of mechanic as well as a ship-builder, sail maker, Seaman, Hsherman, and carpenter, had rigged up a engine. New-fangled idees they war then, too. 'Twas only useful in calm water and when, on the way south to Tampa, the early November squalls bit the coast, that old engine just shook herself clear out o' her moorings and raised 2. terrible rumpus in the hold. Brownie and Ole had an awful time. The I0