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

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I IHoments ff and On The gang ' s .11 here. Please don ' t feed the animals Feminine hypocrisy. Do I hear more? Gee! She ' s beautiful! Why don ' t you watch what you ' re doing, Nicky? Junior-Senior clambake ' 39. Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow. ' Where are we going to put that? Hope he doesn ' t call on me. Page Twenty-fiv

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oLa L c ampani Ha 1940 Aonn vXJehnche Without a doubt, Johnny has been one of the most active and popular members of the class ever since it entered this institution back in ' 34. He has used his excellent qual- ities of leadership as class president for three terms, head of the Senior carnival, and busi- ness manager of La Campanilla, and in each position he has proved worth his weight in gold. John is also a leading exponent of fencing and a talented bass in the Chorus. Many times has the class been grateful to him for his willingness to use his station wagon for errands and trips, and he is famed for the Vermont Maple Syrup from the Wehncke Faraway Farm. Chorus ' 38, 39 French Club ' 37, ' 38, ' 39 Dramatic Club ' 39 Student Council ' 39 Crier ' 3 8, News Edi- tor ' 39 La Campanilla Busi- ness Manager Fencing Team ' 39 Class Treasurer ' 34 Class President ' 3 5, ' 37, ' 38 Class Vice-President ' 36 Page Twenty-four

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■ lianind f- roa roareSd Witli apologies to John Bntiyan Preface: After many hours of diligent labor fumbling with figures compiled for us by Mr. Fulla Falsefax, noted government statistician, we have made the dis- covery that 9,999 per cent of all the class histories printed each June contain fantastic overestimates of the merits and accomplishments of the departing Seniors, so instead of painting ourselves as gods and goddesses, who have swept blithely through High School, we shall, with customary ' 40 modesty, restrain our justifiable pride, and confine this saga of our struggles to a strictly factual basis . . . We got off to an auspicious start back in ' 34 by proving our stamina in surviving a long and strenuous hazing administered not too gently by the late lamented ' 39ers. This nerve-wracking period was climaxed by our appearance at the Hallowe ' en party dressed in baby clothes which erased any semblance of dignity that we had. Our major activity of the year was in the field of dramatics. The Ransom of Red Chief, The Courtship of Miles Standish, and the now-famous The Five Little Fingerkins were our principal contributions. Our ability did not go unrecognized as Mr. Bohn wrapped us up in cheesecloth, and sent us out to face the elements for the Seniors ' production of Midsummer ' s Night Dream. We did not, however, only give the school the dubious benefit of our dramatic efforts, but we endeavored to spread the name of College High by inflicting ourselves on Breyer ' s Ice Cream plant, the Natural History Museum, and Sheffield ' s farms. Our N.B.C. (No Body Cares) club remained a secret to all the school including ourselves for many a riotous meeting. We were in a clubby mood that year, and quickly organ- ized the Vikings of Citizenship which, was responsible for the sturdy maple which has flourished despite the football and baseball games waged around and over it. Inspired by the mighty Viking Ship that served as an emblem, we also showed our civic pride by spending an afternoon weeding the then overgrown pasture which served as a campus. Our interest in community betterment led us to take several field trips to New York and Paterson to observe working and living conditions. Aside from these diver- sions. Eighth Grade was one long frolic. Ever eager to reap practical benefits from our instruction, we planted what we optimistically termed vegetable gardens in front of the school. Tliough our crop consisted mainly of a handful of radishes and several carrots, it fattened the neigh- borhood rabbits for several months. A minor obstacle in the form of our introduction to French and the restrictions imposed on initiations served to slow us down to a gallop by the end of the year, but we swept undaunted into our Freshman semesters. This year ' s high spot was a trip to the nation ' s capital. Though the excursionists were properly impressed by tours through the Mint, White House, and Mt. Vernon, the memory of the cracker crumbs and onions will remain long after the view from atop the Washington Monument has been forgotten. As Freshmen, we also discovered Playwright John Wehncke, who demanded that, for a change, we present an original play. The Page Twenty-six