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

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HIS T t» II 1947 During!: our freshman year, the class displayed its dramatic ability by presenting several types of creatiye plays, inclndinn; Norman Corwin ' s The Plot to Overthrow Christmas and China Had a Washington, both directed by Dr. Fulcomer. A small riot of a play, entitled Father Take Your Stocking Down, The Christmas Tree Is Dying, was our first sophomore production. The play, a take-off on faculty and students, almost put us out of the good graces (whi ch we weren ' t in anyway) of our teachers. The complete script was written and enacted by ourselves. Ordering our class rings played an important part in our lives that year, and we also took over main- tenance of the C. H. S. War Service Honor Roll, started by the class of ' 46. This was the year that a great many of the boys in the class tried out for the various ath- letic teams at school, slowly starting the climb to varsity recognition. In March we presented our first dance, The Spring Whirl, a huge success. Closing up school was celebrated by a swimming party in New York ' s Hotel Shelton. From the very start of our junior year, school activities were more prominent than ever before. The French students revived La Cercle Francais, the C. H. S. French Club, and adopted little Marie Loviise, a French child. During our extensive English study of Shakespeare, the class saw Maurice Evans in Hamlet. We also examined the New ork Herald Tribune plant, in connection with our study of newspapers. Be- ing an ambitious class, we presented two dances, The Fall Finale and The College Hi-Ball, the latter dance being decorated not unlike a Salvador Dali painting. January brought forth the time when we took over the Crier, and the coveted Crier office became our den of creative endeavor. As a final gesture of good will towards the class of ' 46, we took said class to the Orange Mountain Reservation for the annual junior-senior picnic. When we walked up the hill to school in the autumn of 1946, every member of the class of ' 47 had a certain air of well-earned satisfaction about him. After five years we were the seniors of College High. Before long, however, none of us had time to think of this, as we were deluged with work, f un, and the business of being seniors. The first big event in our social calendar was Ye Olde Pumpkin Fling, a combination square dance and carnival, attended by the largest crowd in C. H. S. history. Trips to New ork were frequent during the year, including theatre parties to see Henry V, Henry VIII, and Cyrano de Bergarac. Class parties, too, were more frequent than iu any previous year. But before we had time to realize it, the year was gone. The year- book had been compiled, and the Crier had been turned over to the juniors. In the spring the senior bridge was presented, and then, as our final bid for glory, we pre- sented the senior play, a decided njasterpiece. At last, to the dismay of everyone, we graduated. And so, exit the Best Class To Ever Attend College High, and may all fu- ture classes have as full and interesting a career.

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CLASS 1941 LEADING HISTORIANS, EDLCATORS, AND PSYCHIATRISTS claim that an explanation can be given concerning a person, place, or thing only after a careful study of its past his- tory has been made. It is for tliis reason that we, the class of ' 47, do endeavor to explain how we got the way we are, relating our case history. Small but eager were we in September.1941, when the class of 1947 met as a group for the first time, with the purpose of beginning high school education in the true Col- lege High fashion. We had the somewhat questionable honor of being the last class to submit to the good-natured hazing of the eighth grade, which aided in establishing a short-lived period of timidity and shyness, the usual symptoms of a seventh grader. Soon, however, we recovered from our initial experiences, and subsequently took on the job of being good students and having good times, a delightful combination. Neither work nor fun could have been accomplished without the assistance of Mrs. inchester, our homeroom adviser. Several class parties were given, and a climax was reached at Christmas time, when we presented The Littlest Shepherd, a play, for our mothers. After the plav we had a party in the library, and our proud mothers were presented with original poems which we had illustrated during our art classes. Field trips to the Metropolitan Museum of Art and the Museum of Natural History aided in our study of social studies. An appropriate ending to our first year at C. H. S. was provided by Mrs. Reid, who invited us to spend an entire day at Lake alhalla. Before we, the very wise and mighty eighth graders, had passed many months in that grade, parents and students alike had worked their fingers to the bone constructing minature svmphonv orchestras for our course in music appreciation. An excursion to a professional hockev game, between the New York Rangers and the Boston Bruins, was the first professional hockey experience for most of us. Under the guidance of Dr. Folsom, every eighth grader wrote a complete biography of Napoleon Bonaparte: each book was indeed, a masterpiece. A tour to Paterson to see a moving picture, The Yormg Mr. Pitt, another to the Montclair Museum to see a Russian musical exhibit, and a trip to New York with our art teacher, Mr. Karp, to see Walt Disney ' s Saludos Amigos and to visit the Museum of Modern Art were among the numerous field trips which we embarked upon that year. And then — we were high school freshmen. That year we had the opportunity to take Western Culture, a combined course of English and social studies, and all of us took part in the first Pan-American football quiz. Dividing ourselves into two teams, the Pan-American Panthers and the Fighting Phantom Gauclios, the battle of wits was on. The struggle lasted three davs, and when the final gun was sounded and the scores were tallied, the Panthers emerged victorious, seven to six. In celebration of the new year, 1943, the class was invited to a New ear ' s Eve party at the home of Billie Wollen.

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iJf£fT ' ' . ll OPEN UP THEM JUDGEMENT DAY has arrived. Upstairs. Saint Peter is a busy man these days, for he spends many long hours each day tabulating accom- phshments, checking personalities, and signing slips of admission or rejection. Perhaps vou would care to hear a page from Saint Peters lit- tle black book. Then listen closelv as Saint Peter checks the list for mistakes, while Timo- thy, Saint Peters faithful helper, can be heard reading off the names. Boss, this is College High ' s class of 1947. Xo member ever became president, but thev all certainly led interesting lives. Now take Phvllis Adolf, for instance. Phyllis read ' Gone ' ith The Wind ' so many times that before she fin- ished college she had to write a sequel, and her book, ' Watch Out, George, Here It Comes Again, ' made her famous for life. And here ' s Ray Cassel, who was head of the complaint department at Macy ' s. His experi- ences would have made at least three best sellers. In fact, his expository essay, ' Marks Aren ' t Neces- sary, ' was the leading juvenile piece of the dav. Look at Beverly Becker, too. As president of the United Women ' s Hockey and Basketball League of the World, she united all women un- der the sign of the hockey stick and Softball. Her fame will never die if the fair sex has any- thing to say. And it usually does. If anybody deserves admittance it ' s Bette Choate. She became the first woman umpire in organized baseball. Poor Bette was killed at 37 when a Dodger fan threw a bottle at the oppos- ing pitcher and hit her by mistake. A sad but courageous way to go. Perhaps you ' ve heard of John Geismar. He took over Phil Spitalny ' s orchestra in 1960, and by adding thirty more hot violins made the organization famous all over the world. John became to classical music what Toscanini was to swing, and that ' s no easv thing to accomplish. Listen to this. Jane Anne Flanders started out as a tester in a perfume factory, but at 29 she discovered hair curlers that won ' t pinch, push, or bulge. All you do is glue them on and hope for the best. One of the saddest cases in the class is that of Walter Hunziker. Walt received so many Bov Scout medals that he contracted lead poison- ing, and died a hopeless invalid. But he kept his medals to the end. Six pallbearers suffered strained backs during his funeral. Did vou hear the latest?