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

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Glkss Hill WE, the Class of 1950 at College High, being of sound mind, memory and understanding, do hereby declare and publish our last will and testament. We do hereby give and bequeath : To Mr. Seybold, a pogo stick To Miss Caliandro, a slip (late, that is) To Mr. DeRosa, enough money to buy his own pogo stick To Mrs. Winchester, a Fifth Avenue Bus to transport her seventh graders around in To Mr. Craft, a box of Georgia Crackers To Dr. Moffatt, a parrot whose vocabulary consists of two words, That ' s right To Mr. Conrad, another Joke, Please Laugh sign To Mrs. Tish, seventeen stainless steel gym suits unconditionally guar- anteed To Mr. Bohn, one slightly grizzled toupe To Mme. Cressey, a set of unbuttonable buttons To John Callichio, a seven-foot center with an I.Q. To Miss Kuhnen, a frog with a zippered stomach To Mr. Mostert, some really stale cake from the Pharaoh ' s tomb To Joe, a wheel chair with a broom attached To Jimmy, a new assistant To Dr. Young, a portable elevator to go up the Matterhorn To John Bell, one bull whip To Dr. Gooden, a pair of binoculars To Dr. Davis, a police whistle To Dr. Wittmer, a 100-year subscription to the Daily Worker To the Juniors, all our sympathy and old answer books. In witness whereof we have hereunto set our hand, this first day of June, in the year of our Lord, 1950. THE CLASS OF 1950 21

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Jenepher Walker Whether it ' s doing the Charleston in a gay 20 ' s review or studying for a tough English exam, Jenepher puts everything she has into it. The only senior girl brave enough to tackle physics, she has outshone the boys in their own field. Despite her flaming red hair, Jenepher is very quiet and unobtrusive. You would never know she was around except for the fact that she is very attractive, a hard worker, smart, and generally a person anyone would like to know. Class Secretary, 10, 12; Orchestra, 9, French Club, 12. 9; Crier; Yearbook; Chorus, 10, 11, 12; Girls ' A. A., 12; High Cyntby Cynthia Sue Wallace A blond head of hair, followed by a pack of wolves, usually means Cynthia, replete in her snappy cheer- leader ' s uniform, is coming down the hall. Always mentioned when there ' s a tough job to be done — it was no surprise when she was chosen Yearbook Editor by her classmates. Trying to live down the stereotype that blondes are beautiful but dumb, Cynthia has always been right near the top of the class scholasti- cally. Class President, 10; Class Secretary, 8; Class Treasurer, 11; Student Council Representative, 9; Crier,- Yearbook Editor,- Chorus, 11, 12; Girls ' A. A., 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12; Cheerleader, 10, 11, 12; French Club, 11, 12. 20

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OIlasB If tBiorg Of course, every graduating class thinks that it is the Best Class to ever attend College High and we the Class of ' 50 are no exception. We do not think you will be easy to convince, therefore, on these two pages is written our proof. We entered C.H.S. way back in September, 1944 as shyly as was expected of us. This was .shortlived, however, because we pretty well knew what was ahead of us from our nine brothers and sisters in the upper grades. Our first get-together was a Halloween costume party at Doug ' s. After weeks of ha d work the traditional Christmas pageant and party for our mothers were successfully presented. Our school work was highlighted by a trip to the Museum of Natural History with Dr. Link and the preparation of Homer ' s Odyssey under Mr. Nickerson ' s guidance. This radio play was never presented and consequently Broadway never knew what it missed. In our Pants for France drive we collected and sent used clothing to Lyons, France. Our first year was fittingly ended by a week-end at Highpoint, never forgotten by us nor by Mrs. Winchester. Yes, we knew we would like it at College High. Class spirit was born in us in eighth grade. Playing both six and eleven man football, the boys challenged several Montclair and Paterson schools. At one of these games, to the surprise of everyone, six pint-sized cheerleaders showed up in yellow sweaters and did some pretty unique cheering. To establish a treasury the class sold candy at school games. In connection with our study of Astronomy in science class, Mrs. Lehmkuhl took us to the Planetarium in New York. When spring came the eighth graders took to the great outdoors and could be seen playing baseball at the slightest provocation until such things as gashed arms and brain concussions stopped this over-strenuous exercise. Mr. Fox directed our first stage play, The Early Worm, which went over with a big bang, even if the script was practically disregarded. And then we were freshmen. We journeyed through Harlem with Miss Stewart, our Western Culture teacher, to climax our study of the American Negro. Our next project was the presenta- tion of a radio play, Uncle Sam and the King ' s English. This was a double treat since we not only spoke but sang. After finally securing the permission to be the first freshman class ever to give a dance, The Calico Capers, was presented and it was said to be the best dance ever given up to that time. Feeling quite grown up with a substantial treasury in our possession we left College High again for the summer vacation.