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

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Well Never Forget the Time Three seniors ran the Caldwell branch of the Erie Railroad while the rest of us visited Mr. Bohn. We went to Deer Lake on the Junior-Senior picnic, and stayed overtime. The girls discovered the memory book in the Crier Office. Lawson came to school with his white mice. The boys made and modeled crazy hats at Barbara ' s New Year ' s Eve party. We played Capture-the-Flag the morning-after-the-night-before. Dave and Elliot had the water fight in Chem Lab. Miss Ransom got hit on the head with a snowball, accidentally on purpose. Mr. Sott told us about goals with appropriate gestures. Artie took over the French class with disastrous results. Some pink icing mysteriously got stuck on the stair railing. We gave the Varga calendar to Mr. Conrad. Dr. Glenn forgot to show up for our evening astronomy lesson, but nobody cared any- way. (Because it was the night of the Aurora Borealis.) Miss Ransom poured mercury all over the floor. There was maple syrup in, around, and below the Crier office. A chair fell through the Crier office window. Dave gallantly crawled down the sewer to rescue Candy ' s math book. Canfield and Dave discovered they could sing. Barbara met her friend on the bus. Carla was the rage. Mrs. Ramsden rode her striped bicycle on a held trip to Little Falls. Martin ' s boomerang nearly missed a school window. Miss Ransom told us she was engaged to Pfc. Claghorn and invited us all to her wed- ding in New Hampshire. Senator Sloan had a water fight with a ninth grade mother. Dr. Wittmer told us about his Cousin Helen. (Or should we say times?) We had those loyalty feuds about hometowns. Some of the cheerleaders kissed the basketball team after an exciting victory over Im- maculate. Canfield tried on Andy ' s skirt for size.

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Margaret Taylor The second girl of her family to graduate from C.H.S., Peggy has upheld the Taylor tradition through her years at school. Very well informed on current and foreign events, she can hold her own in discus- sions. Many ' s the time that her calm and persuasive arguments have won us over to her side. Peggy is known to all of us as a wonderful hostess. We will never forget the many times the Taylors have opened up their house to give a peppy house party. Peggy ' s ambition is to be a journalist, and after all the evi- dence we ' ve seen of her extraordinary talent along this line, we feel confident that she will succeed. Junior A. A.; Senior A. A.; Dramatic Club; Crier; Chorus; Student Council Representative; Class Vice- President: Yearbook. Robert West Bob continually amazes us with his off-hand informa- tion on practically every subject that arises. Whether rattling off the past participle of a difficult French verb or expounding Einstein ' s theory of relativity, Bob can be counted upon to come through in A + form. We were especially proud of Bob this year, when he proved to be one of the forty finalists in a nation-wide science talent search. Bob played right end on the football team this year and his many touchdowns helped the team through its successful season. Bob also has the unusual record of being class treasurer for six years. He expects to make chemical engineering his profession after college. Class Treasurer; Baseball; Football; Crier; Year- book; Chorus.

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Reminiscence There was a hushed silenced in the darkened room. The logs were crackling briskly in the fireplace. Twenty-six arm-chairs were gathered around the open hearth, and small ringlets of smoke curled slowly up to the ceiling from the pipes of the twelve old men assembled there. Also present were fourteen spry old girls dressed in their latest glass fabric ensemble. It was the year 1996 and the Montclair College High School Class of 1946 was holding its first complete reunion since graduation. They were discussing the many gay times they had had together at dear old Alma Mater. An old gentleman puffing intermittently at his trusty corncob was speaking. Remem- ber the way those mighty eighth graders whipped up thoroughly into submission by an initiation? We were made to realize that as seventh graders we were the lowest form of animal life that existed. Then there was that book of original poetry we published with the aid of Mrs. Winchester and our old English professor, Dr. Nickerson. We visited quite a few museums back in those days, too. I think they called one of them the Museum of Natural History and another was called the Museum of Science and Industry. Of course, they ' re slightly out-of-date now. Up spoke a frisky old girl who was sitting next to him. How about that eventful year we had as eighth graders? An unfortunate accident ended the tradition of initiations at College High, but nevertheless we succeeded in humbling the wee seventh graders. We produced a mock trial, which we wrote, directed, and acted in ourselves, aided by Mr. Hamilton. About that time, said another alumnus, we joined the Junior Literary Guild, and at the end of the year we donated the books to the high school library. This also was the year in which the United States became involved in that second World War. We lost several of our teachers to the armed forces, and the coming of the war sobered us a bit. Why, I remember our ninth year as if it were yesterday, said an impressive- looking, white-haired old man. I guess we felt pretty high and mighty that fall when we entered as freshmen in high school. We were now approaching the realm of upper class- men. The boys began to notice the girls and vice versa. In our Western Culture class we held a South American dinner, which we cooked and digested (?) ourselves. We also had an exhibit of various projects we had made in connection with our South American studies.