Plainfield High School - Milestone Yearbook (Plainfield, NJ)

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TRE ORACLE it Our Baby ITH all his pretty golden curls cut off, With tiny suit in place of Russian blouse, With hands in his small pockets stalking round, The baby thinks he’s oldest in the house. I scarcely see him now, for all the day He runs about and has no time for me; And he and other small boys at. their play, Favor invaders not, as I can see. But when the sun sinks down behind the hill And darkness covers all the land with night, I find our little man is baby still, And that his grown-up ways have taken flight. For wearily into my lap he climbs And, looking up with dreamy eyes and blue, He begs for songs he’s heard so many times, And oft repeated “Mother Goose rhymes,” too. He listens now just as he used to do When golden curls encircled his small head ; And when he’s heard the old tales all anew He kisses me and scampers off to bed. ELLEN H. ULricu, ’o6. Man is like unto a kerosene lamp— He isn’t especially bright, He’s often turned down, usually smokes, And frequently goes out at night. Teas THE EDITOR’S REWARD. “What do you get for all this work?” I was asked the other day. “Oh nothing at all but the thanks,” I said, “Our glory is our pay.” And straightway round the corner came Some classmates on the run, And, advancing toward my helpless self, Said, ‘Gee, this issue’s bum.” Ex.

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10 THE ORACLE “Dovid Chan!” he roared. Dovid, greatly changed, pushed out of the surging crowd, and hurried towards his wife. The man tried to stop him, but was swept aside; Dovid took his family towards the door. Again the official tried to stop and ques- tion him. “Go to h-ll!” he was told. He did not go, but he did not interfere any- more. And Slova, thinking of the new home, murmured to herself, “Better a tiny path than a wilderness.” In Imitation Chaucer LUNCH-COUNTER ther was in thise schoole Down in ye basement, wher that it was coole, And her ye scholars ate with suche dinne As ne’er was herde at ye Tabard Inne. Ye hotte-dogges and ye egg sandwiches That on his traye eeche one quyk pitches, Eech maketh haste to be ye first in line That while ye grub holds oute he may dine. And he that by mischance doth come in late Is like to get nought but an emptie plate. Twilight HEN the purple shadows are falling And the fire-flies swing their lamps, When the birds to their mates are calling From out of their leafy camps, I love to sit in the twilight And dream of a far-off land, While the moon unveils her silent face And the stars are lit by an unseen Hand. R. F. STRYKER, ’06. ‘Tis a land of dreams and wishes, Only castles in the air, (Unseen and formed in silence), Yet all are wondrous fair. And in the rosy morning light I shall seek, but all in vain, For the dreams I dreamed in the twilight I shall never see again. Eva M. RoceErs, ’06.

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Chirty-Hitth Conunwencement Program PART SL OvertuRE—Beautiful Galathia INVOCATION. Rev. WM. S. HuBBEtxt, D. D. ‘Lone Pors== Moonlight} ..iye mies ca ota 0 rere eee cree te ena Moret SALUTATORY AND EssAy—“A Deep Sea Mission’”’ ELIZABETH CRANE WINTER. SELECTION] =» George eWVasaIne ton, cil: 20 eae eee rEN een Sica neha Cohan ADDRESS. James H. CanrFietp, LL. D. WeaADTZ—— “Rovelarid ere renter reeatg tt St os SIR Re NUS Holzman PARAS PRESENTATION OF REWARDS— Mr. LEANDER N. LOVELL. Secection— DollyiDollatse 2.5 i) ee Oeeeeeerr herstee os: cies cee Herbert Essay AND VALEDICTORY— “The Triumphs of Youth” GERTRUDE LAURA HUNTER. Two Step. PRESENTATION OF DIPLOMAS. Marcu——-Old. Beidelberow fic. sa0 Samer Meet ae tte er oe eae emer Mills SALULTATORY Essay A DEEP SEA IMISSION. ELIZABETH CRANE WINTER. E are a prosaic people living in a prosaic age. From the humdrum monotony of our life of today we look back with wonder, incredulity, even, at the fairy-book existences of men of old. Truly, they make excellent reading,—Vikings, braving rocks and tempests in their rude ships; Cru- saders, journeying over a weary stretch of continent to fight and die in a strange, far-off land; Knights and Palmers, Squires and Yeomen,—they lived when the modern world was young, when civilization was still in the making and there was much to be done.