Plainfield High School - Milestone Yearbook (Plainfield, NJ)

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26 THE ORACLE. Ricketts, Eva Rogers, Ruth Thompson, Ellen Ulrich, Kate Huntington, and Anna Shepard. All girls, too. The boys are mostly bad or have some other trouble, but none are indifferent. The two Demarest girls will constantly be placed near an alarm clock which will time them until they can run a hundred yards in five seconds. Hazel Gardner will be the suburban letter-carrier. May Hallett will be taught the Spanish language, so that when her soul transmigrates she will be right there with the goods. Bertha Hill and Anna Rafferty will take turns in running the high-class minstrel show. Ethel Boice and Katherine Garretson will aid in the construction of a typewriter that can run one hundred miles an hour. . Ethel Murray will take lessons from “Beezlebub’s” brother on how to raise blonde hair. Gertrude Hunter will have to speak three hours every day on classical subjects, in payment for being valedictorian. Now I am up against a tough proposition in tackling some of these boys. Clarence Heaume will have to be taught the difference between the “Star- Spangled Banner” and “God Save the King.” Benjamin Herman and Leslie Palmer will have to count money and tickets every night in the week and figure how they can bring Hades where Heaven is. Philip Leichtentritt will have to carry all the receipts home in the loop the loop automobile, and make good for any money that drops out of his pocket while in this per- formance. © my gracious! Abie Rubenstein will have to parade back and forth before a row of laughing mirrors. I will put George Rittenhouse, Milton St. John, that little witch Louise Klein, and those two Freeman boys, one of whom will catch it from his namesake, in the hottest place here. I believe they are the worst in the class. Well, good-bye, and if there are any alterations, wire me by Messrs. Burr and Whitney’s new pander-wake-and-brake, inter-planitary and inter- solar telegraph system. Yours heatedly, SATAN. Teacher—“Express in a few words this sentence: ‘Mr. and Mrs. Flood drove up to the door of the house and stopped. Mr. Flood then threw down the reins and helped his wife alight. Then they entered the house.’ ” Pupil— ‘The rains descended and the floods came.’ ”’

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THE ORACLE. 25 Johnny. For a long time there had been rumors of a new school and we had even expected to have a year in it. We got but four months, and are thankful for that. We are the first class to hold our class day exercises in this building, and we are glad to have such a nice place to entertain our friends. Our dramatic power was again in evidence when we gave our Senior play, “The Nephew as Uncle.” The originality of the class of 1906 was shown at Christmas in the bee-hive idea. After we had treated the Juniors in a most hospitable way, they returned the treat in the form of a fine banquet. And now in leaving, the class of 1906 utters its heartiest wishes for the prosperity of the Plainfield High School and every one connected, and in making its farewell, says: “Fare thee well! and if for ever, Still forever, fare thee well.” Gas, Re, OG. A Letter From Satan To the Class of 1906, Plainfield High School. R. TRAVELL has just sent word to me that this class is the worst that ever entered the High School, and after graduation he will send the whole class, except a few, down here for punishment. Now I don’t want the goodies down here, that is the people who never did anything, but if one of a class sins the whole class is to blame and so I suppose I shall have to take all kinds. I have made arrangements in the following manner: We will put Russell Stryker, Ruth Bullock, Mary Conover, Christella MacMurray (bless her heart), Alice Sawyer and Elizabeth Winter under the tutelage of Socrates and Cato, who will make them study twenty-five hours a day to make up for lost time. Next we will put the fussers’ squad, composed of Antoinette Aalholm, Sadie Coyle, Joe Gavett, Malcolm Davis and Harold Todd, in the dark room where their hands will be chained together, and they will be compelled to talk to one another twenty-three hours a day. Joe Jones will take a course in geography in order to learn the location of certain places. Robert Rugen will have to light the candles for extra heat. Now I come to the bunch that will catch it the hottest. I would rather see a person good than indifferent. Too bad, isn’t it, that they will have to fight with molten cannon balls. Here is the proposed list: Avis Aldrich, [Lena Bohan, Florence Cooney, Antoinette Hill, Miriam Horton, Cora

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THE ORACLE. 27 The Prophecy RS. FAY enters and takes her place in front of the pupils, while Mr. Fay blindfolds her eyes and covers her with a silk sheet, explaining meanwhile that if each person in the class will concentrate his mind on one particular question, Mrs. Fay will answer it for him. “First and foremost among the names which come to me is that of Leichtentritt. Mr. Leichtentritt is thinking, ‘Shall I ever become famous ?’ Are you not, Mr. Leichtentritt? I see before you, Mr. Leichtentritt, a long career. You will begin by making public speeches. People will come from all parts of the world to hear you debate. Pretty girls will fall in love with you, but you will scorn them all. At last you will become the leader of the Democratic Party and President of the United States. “A little more concentration, please. Ah yes—Ellen Ulrich, I think ig the name. You are dreaming rosy dreams of an artistic career, Ellen. Soon these will be realized. I see you in a long gingham apron with a can of Jap-a-lac and a white-wash brush, giving your neighbor’s hen-coop a coat of pea-green paint. Keep it up, Ellen, and soon the world will hail you as a female Raphael. “A name comes to me from my left. B-o-i-c-e, Boice. You have written on your card, ‘When shall I get back?’ Why, Miss Boice, you have got back, so far as I can see. “The question now comes to me from a Mr. Stryker on my right. ‘What will my future occupation be?’ Am I not right? A vision comes before me of Mr. Stryker, a professor of Anglo-Saxon in a University at Podunk, N. J. “Ts there a young lady on my right that bears the name Rafferty? You have written on your card, ‘Shall I ever become an author?’ Have you not? You will publish many books, Miss Rafferty, but the only ones which will take will be ‘Questions to Kill Time in History Class,’ ‘The Woman’s Declaration of Independence,’ and ‘How to Cultivate Small Feet.’ “A thought is reaching me from a young woman named Demarest,— ah yes, Lillian Demarest. You also are asking me what your vocation in life will be. Well, Lillian, I see clearly a bar of music and a blue bonnet from which I have no hesitation in saying that you will become the alluring soloist in a Salvation Army band. “There is a young lady on my left who is sending me the name of Coyle, C-o-y-l-e. Sadie is your first name, is it not? Well Sadie; I cannot quite make out your thoughts. Your mind is wandering. The main word that comes to me is c-r-u-s-h, crush. O yes, you wish to know how many new