Plainfield High School - Milestone Yearbook (Plainfield, NJ)

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THE ORACLE | 160 We hops there’ll be no blots: We can’t erase them with our tears As we do inky spots. As years go by and we look back, We then will cherish more The memory of our High School days And glorious noughty four. JEAN Douc ass. as Tune, “My Little Chimpanzee.” UR school days fled The sweetest of our life, But now in stead There starts another strife. With joys ’twill ring And it will seem so bright; But still we'll cling With all our strength and might To those dear days gone by, And then we'll softly sigh— CHORUS. Fling out our banner bright That is may give us light, And with its red and white Help us to do what’s right. It is our glad delight And wins for us the fight, O dear and blessed sight Of ’oughty four. As years increase Our cares begin to score, Yet ne’er shall cease Our love for ’oughty four. We may grow old, But yet we'll bring her praise, Our hearts made bold By thoughts of former days.

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168 DAES ORACLE Songs 1; Tune, “Zanzibar.” OUR years ago, when we were young We came into this school, And since that time we've ever Been learning some new rule; We've had them in Geometry In Latin and in Greek, We've studied too in German Declensions, strong and weak, But ‘specially there was a task, —No easy one or small— And that is this, “To learn the rules Of life before them all.” Although we are a real nice class, Why—‘There are others too—” We therefore on our motto have “To stoop and conquer toa.” CHORUS. We will ever honor Noughty four! throughout our life time And wave our ensign Of Red and White. And we're going to love our High School, which we are leaving, Where we've been learning, To love the right. In two more days we'll leave this school, And we all say we're glad, But underneath I’m sure you'll find That we are really sad. We hoped there’d be no lessons now, And yet we'll find them still, The book of life is opening, Its pages we must fill, Thanks to our training through these years

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170 THEVORACLE Then through the air will ring Our praises as we sing— Chorus, E’er long we part Perhaps for many a year; But in our heart Remain some memories dear. So we extend A grateful heart to thee Dear Class, our friend For true we'll always be. Then comrades come along And sound that dear old song— Chorus. MarTHA Ropert. Epitaphs E’VE heard them told and heard them sung, The days when you and I were young. But now to all we must relate The cause that led to earthly fate. By these small mottoes placed above Our graves in reverence and in love, You may see how through life we went, “Until our traveling days were spent.” In affectionate remembrance of Mae Batchelor. “Fallen is the curtain, the last scene is o’er ; The favorite actress treads life’s stage no more.” To the memory of Evelyn Berg. “Farewell! thy sun of life too soon did set, But memory shall reflect its brightness yet.” In Memoriam: Bessie Bond. “To whom the voices of a Fate too fond, Alas! too early called: ‘I’ll have my Bond.’ ” To the perpetual memory of Anna Brodnax. ‘Whence this ambition, whence this proud desire,