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

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1936 la campanula Woofie ' Class Secretary, ' 34, Girls ' A. A., ' 33, ' 34, Orchestra, ' 33, ' 34, ' 3 Band, ' 33, ' 34 Weusnco, ' 32 RUTH EJLMIKE YOUNG fo AJOOF holds two class distinctions — she is the tallest of the senior girls, and is our only true blonde. Her height was a distinct asset to the Girls ' A. A. whenever a basketball center, or a hockey goalie was needed. In addition to her athletic achievements, Ruth is one of the real veterans of the orchestra. She has been flute soloist for six years. Outside of the classroom Woof spends a lot of time in the pursuance of her favorite hobby, sewing, which should prove to be a profitable one in later life. Although the possessor of a quiet manner, Ruth is always eager to enter into things and have a good time. For the next four years she will be spotted climbing College hill each morning, for she plans to enter our big brother in September. Montclair State Page Twenty-nine

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la campanula 1936 Murph ' Student Council — President, ' 36 — Secretary, ' 35 Class Secretary, ' 34 Girls ' A. A., ' 34 — Vice-President, ' 35 La Campanula, ' 36 Weusnco, ' 32 MARY FRANCES WILLIAMSON EVIDENTLY the fellow who once said that women don ' t make good ex- J - 1 ecutives never met Murph Williamson, for here is one of the fairer sex to whom we seniors invariably look for leadership in our activities. With Murph in charge, we know the project will be successful. Furthermore, all of her important jobs have not affected her naturalness in the least. Outside of school, Mary Frances is known as an equestrienne extraordinary, having been known to rise at the unearthly hour of four-thirty in order to ride. In addition, she is one of the stars on the Girls ' A. A. roster, as well as being vice-president of that organization. Almost as well known as Murph ' s ath- letic achievements and executive positions is that famous peanut brittle from the Williamson kitchen which has been the topic of conversation at so many of our parties. Montclair Statu Page Twenty-eight

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la campanilla 1936 UP THEOUGH THE YEARS |ir URING the last six years College High has grown by leaps and bounds, J and so has the Class of ' 36, until now, before leaving these halls of learn- ing forever, we step forward and modestly proclaim to the rest of the world that we are undoubtedly the most cooperative, spirited, and skillful combination of brawn and brains obtainable. In fact, we are a shining example of per- fection for our younger friends to revere and try to imitate in the future. It has been a long pull to reach the high pinnacle which we now occupy, and, like all people who have tasted success, we enjoy recalling some of our earlier days when the going wasn ' t so easy, and the school didn ' t appreciate us as much as it now does. The first shy step we took toward the improvement of the school was the production of Treasure Island in the seventh grade. In this piece Paul Busse gave a masterful interpretation of Jim Hawkins (although he forgot a few of his lines). Other bang-up performances were given by Dr. Livesey Schleicher, and by that villain, Dick Missbach, as Long John Silver. Thus boldly obtaining our foothold as a part of the College High machinery, we continued to surprise our elders by capturing the bunting (a class banner which has since disappeared) for selling the most tickets for the Junior Play of 1931, Seventeen. After setting such a terrific pace during our first year here, we calmed down a little in eighth grade to permit the rest of the school to catch its breath. We always like to think of our second season at College High as one long sleep, unmarred by unpleasant dreams of homework, dances, and the like. When we finally awoke, we found ourselves freshmen. In ninth grade, we continued the traditions of Weusnco, which consisted of buying the club pin for $1.32 and planting a tree. In addition, still having money in the treasury after the purchase of the aforementioned articles, we presented the school with the silk flag which now stands in the auditorium. Upon returning to the hilltop the next September, we bemoaned the loss to Lawrenceville of our prize wit, Donald Gregg. To this day, we recall his deep-sea fishing from the German room window with the window pole during class. As all good things must end, we settled back and awaited the development of a new wit (Moser was still a serious-minded individual, Page Thirty