Plainfield High School - Milestone Yearbook (Plainfield, NJ)

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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.

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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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LHE. GRACE 13 Thus indifferently are we prone to relegate to the remote past heroism, self-sacrifice and uncomplaining service of our fellow men. But even this romantically unfruitful century may produce men worthy of a place beside any ardent Elizabethan or zealous sea-king. There are still wrongs to be righted and sufferings to be relieved, and there are still men fitted to under- take such tasks for the betterment of mankind. We need not look so very far for illustrations to prove our text. Upon the desolate coasts of Labrador and Newfoundland a young Englishman is living out his life among the deep-sea fishermen and sparsely scattered settlers of those waste regions. For fourteen years Dr. Wilfred T. Grenfell, Oxford graduate and physician, has been ministering, summer and winter, to the destitute inhabitants of a bleak land. Summer and winter he has labored among them, striving to allay their suffering, to cheer and uplift them, and to give them a “fair chance” in life. And how well he has suc- ceeded, only Dr. Grenfell and his people can fully appreciate. Years ago, while still a medical student in London, Dr. Grenfell became interested in the work being carried on among the deep-sea fishermen of the western coast of England. He joined the staff of the Royal National Mission, and worked as only he can work to establish it firmly among the fishermen. When everything was running smoothly, and there were no more obstacles to overcome, his attention was drawn to the necessity for similar work in Labrador, and in 1892 he left England for Canada. Labrador is a large country—larger than all England, France, and Austria put together. The interior, however, is practic ally uninhabitated ; along the sea-board is scattered the constantly increasing population. In the summertime these settled members are increased by some twenty thous- and fisher folk from Canada and Newfoundland. They, of course, must be cared for, too, when the “catch” is small, or an epidemic breaks out, and their. attendance through the short but strenuous season. sensibly increases the burdens of the physician-missionary. Fortunately, or not, as we may regard it, the season is short,—barely four months in duration. For the remaining eight months of the year Labrador is shut off entirely from the outside world. Then come the hard times; before the winter is over, most of the people are starving to death. For they are desperately poor, these Labrador fishers. To have enough tea, flour, and molasses,—their staple articles of food,—is, with them, to be in flourishing circumstances. In the summer, at least, they have enough to maintain existence ; but ir the winter they have little or no employment by which they may earn a living, and their condition is pitiable. Even while the fishing is good, they never realize the half of what their labor should bring in to them. Unsus-