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

Page 28 text:

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

Page 27 text:

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

Page 29 text:

THE YEARS Charles W. Clarke horned in on the dramatis personae as the bold, bad villain. (This was the play in which Harry Ringen smoked a cigar and actually lived to tell the tale.) After spending homeroom after homeroom discussing class rings, we set aside custom by ordering them early, and discarding the old crest for a new one designed by Dick Austin. This done, we turned to our class constitution and destroyed it in favor of a more up-to-date version. Somehow this has since disappeared. To climax all these attainments, we ran the graduation dance. When September rolled around again, we came back from vacation sophisticated Juniors. Again one of the first things we did was to run a dance. During the second semester, the Crier was under the management of Wilda Heath and Jeanne Wettyen — quote — Have you handed in your assignment yet? — unquote. Most of our time, however, we spent pursuing knowledge and the like, studying for tests, supporting the basketball games, and lending our voices to the Glee Club. With the ushering in of warm weather, English classes were conducted outdoors among the bees and the birds, the ants and the bugs. About this time it became necessary for us to think about giving the annual Junior-Senior picnic. It took most of our treasury, but with that typical ' 39 generosity we gave the ' 38 ' ers a never-to-be- gotten day at Forest Hill Park. Which brings us up to our senior year. We admit it has been rather hectic, but as we are an extraordinary class it has not daunted us in the least. We started out by supposedly supervising the annual Hallowe ' en party, a job only a super class (like us, for instance) would dare undertake. Our next step was to hash over pro and con the yearbook question, until it was decided to have one. A staff was selected which sweated blood to give you this annual. With that disposed of, we promptly made plans for the senior bridge. For a while all that could be heard around here was, Will you ask your parents if they ' d like to buy tickets to our bridge? However, it was more than worth our trouble, for it netted us a handsome profit which we promptly put into the yearbook fund. Another senior exclusive was our selling candy at the home basketball games. Then too, tradition demanded a carnival, so we put on one, following a back-to- the-f arm-motif. Our class history would be incomplete without mention of our trip to see Maurice Evans ' Hamlet — or was it Benny Goodman at the Waldorf? Yes, we ' ve gained quite a reputation — all good. Well known to you College High students are our famous study periods, our ability to put off work until the last minute and still produce a winner, our novel ideas, and hundreds of other characteristics too numerous to mention. But it must be admitted that one problem has nonplussed us completely. We are unable to give any sort of answer to the question, What will College High do without the class of 1939? Page Twenty-five