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

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JEANNE WETTYEN Girls ' A. A. ' 38, ' 39; French Club ' 36, ' 37, ' 38, ' 39; Chorus ' 37; Crier ' 36, ' 37, ' 38, Make-up Editor ' 39; Dramatic Club ' 37; La Campanula, Make-up Editor. A leader in every sense of the word, Jeanne has helped to make many of our class affairs a success. She has been in charge of French club refreshments for several years, and is now known to pour a mean cup of tea. Another field in which she is proficient is that of make-up work. She performed her task so excellently on the Crier that she was elected to the same post for this publication. N.J.C. is Jeanne ' s destination where we wish her the best of luck. EDWIN WALKER Besides being quite an expert boxer (ask any who have tangled with him), Ed can claim, with- out much fear of competition, top honors as College High ' s champ equestrian. Also setting him aside from the average person of high school age is the fact that he actually owns a horse, the care of which has made him quite an authority on quadrupeds of the hay-burning type. Joining ' 39 back in the very first year of its existence at C. H. S., Ed has come to be known as a quiet, efficient lad who may be depended on to perform most acceptably any task assigned him either bv faculty or class. Page Tiuntty-tbree

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MARY NORMILE Crier, ' 3 8; Girls ' A. A., ' 3 8. Mary has a way with her, there ' s no doubt about it. Witness the fact that she fulfilled her graduation requirements in Summer school, is a year ahead of us in a New York art school, and will graduate as a member of our class. In her year at C.H.S. she was on the staff of the Crier and one of the A.A. ' s acey forwards in basket- ball. By the way, her hair is said to be the envy of all the Senior girls. THEODORE 5 WICK Basketball ' 37, ' 38, Co-Captain ' 39; Crier ' 3S, Sports Editor ' 39; Chorus ' 3 8, ' 39; Senior Carnival, Chairman; Class president ' 36; Class Vice-President ' 37. Ted made the varsity basketball squad back in tenth grade and has since gained the reputation of College High ' s best all-around athlete. This year, he, with Dick Austin, was co-captain of the quintet. Proof of his ability was shown when awards were made this year, for instead of the usual M, the two were given handsome kevs. But don ' t let that angelic expression fool you! Anyone sitting near him in class will tell you: If ever there was a reincarnation of Joe Miller, it ' s Teddy Swick. Page Twenty-two

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UP THROUGH There is no use being modest anymore. We, the senior class of ' 39, have long suspected ourselves of being the most brilliant, the best looking, the most co- operative, the most stupendous class possible, and as we look back over our history we cannot but affirm these suspicions most heartily. To prove that we are all this, we shall review for you our role in the history of C. H. S. Time marches back! It was in September, 1933, that we, numbering twenty-six, first started out as lowly seventh graders. We made our first impression by producing The Young King, one of the finest plays ever given at College High. It did not take us long to find things to do in our leisure time. The boys formed a cooking club (will we ever forget that?) ; we compiled a ballad book in English class; we spent noon-times learning to become Ginger Rogers and Fred As- taires in dancing class and to top all this, we turned to dramatics again, this time producing that classical comedy Mrs. Magician ' s Mistake. The following year we became the old guard, and as such, made history around College High. Following tradition, we started out by initiating the nursery class. It may be added that we did this so thoroughly that they have never quite forgiven us. We turned extremely socially-minded that year and used our dancing talent to advantage by attending all the night-life affairs held at school. To balance this, our boys formed baseball, basketball, and football teams which held their own quite well. With social life and athletics firmly under way, we turned to the educational side of things. Under Miss Math, our home-room adviser, we made trips to the Newark Evening News and Breyers Ice Cream factory. But probably the per- formance which netted us the most publicity was our strike. This was against too much homework, and turned out to be our supreme faux-pas. After this, we remained on good behavior for the rest of the year and finished up by holding a class picnic at Green Pond. Ninth grade was just one long sleep, with only time out to develop our boys ' athletic teams. Under the coaching of Charlie Brush they became exceptionally proficient and won most of their games. The only time our boisterous grammar school spirits cropped up was during our famous homeroom meetings. When we entered senior high and became grown-up sophomores, we wakened from our sleep and more than made up for our freshman relapse. This year Olaf Fernald, Kent Faulkner, and Bud Clarke entered our midst. How we ever got along without them certainly is a mystery! One of the long-to-be-remembered accomplishments of our own type of genius was the Soph Hop, for which we made the blue cloth ceiling, now a vital part of College High equipment. Keeping up with our athletics, we organized a most successful touch-football team and surrendered Teddy Swick to the varsity basketball squad. Our versatile talent was again displayed when we put on that super-melo- drama The Man in the Bowler Hat. This piece magnifique starred Ben (Gable) Runkle (gone but not forgotten) in the role of hero. Opposite him was Betty Griebel, our beautiful heroine. And since no meller-drama is complete without a menace, Page Twenty-four