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

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These Station Stops llong The Way Class History It is interesting to notice the comparisons between our class and the Erie Railroad. Both are still in the process of modernization. For comparison let us suppose that the Erie had just laid its tracks when the class entered the school in ' 43. As the wood-burning Rocket pulled away from the Montclair Heights station, it left a somewhat scared and sooty crowd of new seventh graders. This day was memorable in that it was the first day of six school years which were to follow. It would be hard to list all the activities in which we as a class participated in that first and rather harrowing year. One of the never-to-be-forgotten incidences was the gift presentaton of a flowering shrub to the library. Mrs. Winchester was thunderstruck when one of the older students inquired why she was keeping poison ivy on her desk. The year ' s climax was the trip to High Point where the class spent the night. At this time a certain bottle was planted containing matter written by the class members. Too bad the bottle was dug up the next year. Of course, it must be mentioned here that one of the hydrogen balloons sent up under the instruction of Miss Ransom was returned by a certain Mr. Scerb of Connecticut. The first coal burners were making their appearance as we made ours in preparation for our second year at College High. Spurred on by the strains of a flute, our class produced the play, A Package for Ponsenby, which went over with a bang. Funny though, a page in the script was left out in one of the later performances and was never missed. Later in the year the boys took a trip to Wall Street where they were conducted through the National City Bank. The day was climaxed when they saw the production Ten Little Indians. The year of the closed coach, free from soot and smoke, found us contemplating our freshman year. Our Western Culture course was begun with observations on the conditions in South America. To conclude the project a mock trial was presented before the Parent- Teacher Association. In the trial the student jury ruled that Argentina was guilty of the charge under consideration. But a monkey wrench was thrown into the gears of justice when the parent jury voted unani- mously for a verdict of not guilty. During the year we started and completed the mural which now graces the wall of room thirteen. The mural, bringing out our artistic talent, was perhaps the greatest achievement of the class for the year.

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MARGARET ELIZABETH WILLETT 20 Franklin Place, Arlington Betty Be it hockey, baseball or basketball, the first girl you would think of in connection with G.A.A. would be Betty Willett. She has sup- ported the Girls ' A. A. since seventh grade and now is president of it. This may give you an idea that she ' s good in sports. You ' re right. Not only that but she ' s right up top in school work, too. How does it feel, Betty, to be such a steady member of the honor roll? Class Vice-President lU), Secretary (12); Girls ' Chorus; Choir; Girls ' A. A. President. JANET RUTH WOODALL Wayne 7cfn Gosh, she ' s a swell gal. How many times have we said that about Janet? I ' m sure not less than a thousand times. Jan is neat and far more than attractive. She ' s got all the ingredients of that famous formula, too. Brains, looks and personality. We ' re told you don ' t make the honor roll year after year after year on a cute smile although Jan ' s name would still be there if that were all that was needed. Secretary of Student Council; Yearbook Bus- iness Manager; Choir; Girls ' Chorus; Girls ' A. A. Secretary.

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Have Met Anii Passed Class History As sophomores we were some of the first people to ride on the new nerve-racking specials which swung along the rails at the terrific speed of twenty miles per hour. By this time we had graduated to the upper hall where no end of good things abound. Our fourth year at C.H.S. offered many new problems such as the choice of class rings and our first school dance presentation. Under the guidance of our English teacher, Mr. Lawrence Conrad, we had the distinction of being the first class to join the Teen-Age Book Club. Each month we ordered and received pocket book editions of well-known books. Our greatest achievements in this course were the dramatizations of the plots. Then, too, there were our little rambles in the woods directed by our biology teacher, Mrs. Ramsden. Tick-tree-foil was collected by all on skirts and pants while even some of the more fortunate caught cold and thus avoided the next outing. Diesel-electrics now began to take the place of the more expensive smokers. Compressed air horns blared warnings to pedes- trians as our train rolled in to deposit us for our junior year. By now we were well schooled in the art of presenting a school dance, which was revealed when The Snow Shoe Shuffle proved to be a great success. Other activities included a trip to the New York Museum of Natural History where we viewed the atomic energy exhibit, and the junior-senior picnic at Lake Hopatcong. Among the new activities offered to the class was the publication of the College High Crier, which kept the staff busy meeting deadlines. No longer is there the chug chug of the Diesel but just the steady throb of the electric locomotives. The Erie has advanced as far as it will go for some time, but the class progresses as the sands of time run on. As seniors we had traditions to live up to, so we threw our- selves into our work. Our first activity was the senior carnival, the Corn Stalk, which was formally announced via a variety show. The class participated in another trip to Wall Street where they spent the morning visiting the New York Stock Exchange and the National City Bank. The afternoon was spent at the Radio City Music Hall where we saw Words and Music and a fine stage show. The class enjoyed the traditional junior-senior picnic, being on the receiving end at last. Our spring senior bridge was presented, and our senior play was produced with astonishing results. And so we boarded our Pullman coach and with much regret moved off to new horizons. xO . ' V i