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

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c A N D I D L Y S P E A K I N G 1. Bat ' er up! 2. Two Eds in action 3. C. H. S. Crier ' 40 4. Junior dance committee 5. Who ' s the victim? 6. Naw! Let ' s do it this way! 7. Carnival builder 8. Ach! Schoenes Deutsch! 9. Rassel it out, Willie! 10. Alma Mater

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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

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