College High School - La Campanilla Yearbook (Upper Montclair, NJ)

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1934 I.A CAMPANILLA Mrs. Torreiis also lield tliu inaiuig-crial reins duriiifi- the 1927 season, and tlie sixth grade, rcsjjonding like the troupers they were, presenteil The White Company, a stupendous sjiectacle to say the least. With the end of the Sixth grade, came the end of the 9 to 1 day. Hitherto, from kindergarten days onward, these suffering children had had to be in school at nine in the morning and were not released until one in the alternoon. They got no homework and, all in all, life wab pretty miserable. (We have neglected to state the new arrivals entering the class each year because the files buried under third base in the hockey field for safekeeping were almost completely worm-eaten. However, in the interim, Margaret Lloyd, Paul Bruning, Jurgen Luders, Peggy Austin, Eleanor Finley, Jean Glenn, and Mary Moore had joined our ranks, while Mar- (juardt, Jenkins, and Bob Harrison skipped fifth grade to become full- fledged members of the sixth.) The first dramatic production was followed by Joan of Arc, a French play, understood by none of the intrepid Seventh grade ex- plorers in the realm of the French language who gave it. This seventh grade had its first multiplicate faculty, and its first science, manual training, and social studies. The next year they moved into the new building. How they sym- pathized with the fellow who said, The old order changeth, yielding place to new. Eighth, ninth, tenth, and eleventh years went only too fast. We got the reputation of being a pretty good gang. We sold pencils to get furniture for the class room. Our representatives were on every com- mittee and council the school could devise. We gave innumerable, un- paralleled plays. The school blossomed out with a newspaper. One of our class named it. The rest of us reported, typed, did anything and everything for it. The boys made up the best part of every athletic team we had. We were instrumental in starting the College High orchestra, and were, for many years, its backbone. We infested every club in the place, and were their most active members. It was the same this year. We ' re laughing up our sleeves at the thought of next year ' s baseball team, while the following Criers and 3 ' ear books won ' t be able to touch ours. We guess we just have that extra something, that undefinable piece of mechanism, that makes for cham- pions. 20

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1934 I.A CAMPAXILLA CLASS WILL THE Senior Class Welfare Society realizes that the rest of the classes are sufit ' ering, that there is a depression, and that it ' s going to be a hard summer. So, if the line will form on the right, we will give out, according to the terms of our will, many things to our needy comrades. 1. We leave to the Junior class, with fiendish glee, those tough English assignments, onlv to realize we ' ll prohahlv be getting touglicr ones in college. 2. The Senior boys leave, with tender regrets, their Goodfellows ' Club (that big room on the second floor with all the books) to the Junior boys who seem to have caught the spirit of our daily gatherings — never a dull moment. 3. To Miss Grundy, the Seniors affectionately leave their remark- able capacity for getting out of work. 4. The wise, sage, and scholarly graduates scatter their knowledge to the four winds because everyone in this school ' s so bright he doesn ' t need it. (Horse laugh heard faintly in distance.) 5. Alix Tillson ' s skill on fifty-seven different varieties of instrument we will to fifty-seven different people. Then perhaps we can have a band. 6. We give Jack Margrett ' s strange assortment of whoops and yells to Mr. Sylvia, to make use of just in case the bells go wrong again. 7. We leave our athletic prowess to the up and coming lads of the Junior High. We wish them many unbeaten and untied chess teams. 8. The Senior lassies leave seven rather dingy, second-hand angel- robes, complete with wings, to the feminine German students around school. (Halos not included — Seniors didn ' t need them.) 9. All brightly-hued hockey shirts (after the fashion of Adolph Suehsdorf ' s blinding tri-colored one) we leave to Mr. Sylvia to add variety to the daily dusting. 10. We leave soothing balms and cooling ointments to Rene Moser, who has taken horrible beatings from the lads in the upstairs locker room. 11. We leave Jeanie Glenn ' s criminally neat notebooks to the incom- ing and unsuspecting seventh graders as a horrible examjilc of what to avoid. 12. The Seniors ' ability to pick sports winners, we leave to Robert Bretland. Will he never learn that Stanford couldn ' t beat Columbia on any sort of field. ' ' 13. The Seniors leave their sense of humor to Cowley, Cleveland and Company. Even if feeble, it ' s better than those puns! 22