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

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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.

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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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In tenth grade we had one of our busiest years. In English class we joined the Teen Age Book Club. Five dramatizations of the books a month were given by the class. The most well remembered is Fighting Fool which barely left the auditorium standing. Seeing that we had so much dramatic talent, Mr. Conrad let us have an amateur show at the end of the year. This show was highlighted by a black-faced routine and a dance in gay-nineties bathing suits. A field trip was taken by the biology class to the Bronx Zoo and to the World Premiere of the Arch of Triumph by the French Class. When the class rings arrived with a new and different crest on them, we really felt like upper-classmen. The Heart Beat, our Valentine ' s dance, outdid our last dance in decorations, but as the streets were covered with ice, there were about 30 people and half an orchestra. Needless to say our bank book took a nose dive. We presented The Bathroom Door, a one-act play directed by Mr. Fox. Al brought down the house with his one line, Wot ' s up? In the fall of our junior year we gave a football dance, The Pony Prance. AH the teams of the Metropolitan Conference were invited to see the presentation of the trophy to the C.H.S. captain. The dance was a huge success and we made fifty-seven cents on it. Dr. Young took us to New York to see Hamlet, which we had been studying. Then after much preparation, the French students took part in the M.S.T.C. French festival. The second dance the juniors gave, the Carousel, was even a bigger hit than the previous affair with an unusually large crowd. The chemistry class took three trips: to the Lederle Laboratories, the Colgate Palmolive Peet Company in Jersey City and to the Little Falls Water Works, where Polly ' s shoe fell in a water basin. To end the year, the Junior-Senior picnic was held at Cynthia ' s summer cottage at Cran- berry Lake. Even the seniors admitted that it was better than the one they had given the year before. And we were seniors before we knew it. As the seniors befor e us, we gave a carnival. In advertisement of The Last Straw a never-to-be-forgotten variety show was slapped together by the seniors and given in the aud. The comment was Revolutionary! At the carnival Dr. Partridge led the entire group in folk games and square dancing. The profit netted was the largest ever at such an affair at C.H.S. When it was all over we went up to Eagle Rock and threw pumpkins down to hear them pop. We made the annual visit to Mr. Bohn ' s house Halloween night. But beforehand, six or seven stops were made at unsuspecting teachers ' homes where several garbage cans and flagstone sidewalks were transplanted. Our trips were many, including a trip to the U.N., the New York Stock Exchange, The Town Meeting of the Air and an all day trip to the State Legislature in Trenton. When the juniors took over the Crier we began to work on the Yearbook. As you can see this work was well rewarded. The Senior bridge raised a goodly sum to add to the Scholarship Fund. For this same purpose we gave the Senior Play, under Mr. Bohn ' s direction, which topped all our dramatical efforts, impossible as it may seem. And then came graduation. Our six years had gone by as if it were six days. Only one grueling task is left — for each of us to sign 144 yearbooks. 23