Plainfield High School - Milestone Yearbook (Plainfield, NJ)

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THE ‘ORACUE The Two Teachers To the Music of the Two Grenadiers. In High School were weeping two instructors, Two noble teachers together, And as they wept in the empty room It seemed like rainy weather. For they had just heard the sorrowful news, Naught-seven the school was leaving. That valiant class would disperséd be— No wonder the teachers were grieving! Then sorrowed together those teachers twain, Such doleful news to be learning. And one spoke out with language plain, ) “The last day now is nearing. The other said: “’Tis all too true. Would that I forth were hieing, But there’s the freshmen and junior class On me for instruction relying.” “T care not a whoop for the junior class, For the sophs my heart’s not grieving. Let them all go to hang for aught I care— Naught-seven, naught-seven is leaving! O grant me this last prayer of mine, When my last day I must number, My body place near the school house walk, At the school door let me slumber. My class-room record with its E’s Lay close beside my hand, My pencil place within its leaves And about it a rubber band.

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Hk ORACLE 21 Christmas time this conceited class located themselves in the school thinking they could thus keep out their rivals. This illusion was soon shattered, for we got in the front door and rushed into the hall. For a while a rough house reigned supreme, but when the noise finally subsided 1907 was still in the building. The remainder of the night rapidly passed, with amateur vaudeville, eraser fights and a midnight feast. At the Christmas festivities of that year, the Seniors presented us with gifts, accompanied by appropriate and complimentary verses, and in re- turn we gave them an appetizing banquet. In the middle of our Junior year we moved to this new school, an event of which we had almost despaired, although we were sorry to leave the old school and its time-honored associations. Our first day in the new build- ing we made memorable by presenting to the school a fine photograph of Columbus’ ship, the Santa Maria. Our last days in the old building are lurid with red and green paint and we must pass hastily onward lest we dwell too long on these glorious and at the same time painful happenings. We gave our first dramatic performance in this hall in our Junior Play, “A Proposal Under Difficulties.” This was one of the most entertain- ing and successful plays ever given by a Junior Class. At the end of the year, we bade our old friends of 1906 farewell and stepped into their places as Seniors. This year we have kept up our high standard of merit, without, however, sacrificing any of our usual enjoyment in life. At Christmas, according to the ancient custom, we had the agreeable task of roasting the members of the Junior Class. We did it well and no poor Junior escaped his fate. The great event of the year, however, was the Senior Play, “Twelfth Night.” This scored another huge success for the class. Only lack of space prevents us from enthusing upon the worth of the cast and thanking Miss Goddard more at length for her excellent coaching. So through these four years we have tried to bring honor to the name of the Plainfield High School, and now in saying good-bye we resolve to continue the good record of the class and with love in our hearts for our Alma Mater, uphold her dearest traditions.

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