Plainfield High School - Milestone Yearbook (Plainfield, NJ)

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) Hie ORACLE |® ““7T am Sir Oracle, and when I ope my lips, let no dog bark.” BOARD OF EDITORS Editor-in-Chief, Wirt1am T. LAMmBert, ’08., Literary Editor, SApvIE BROUWER, ’09 Exchange Editor, ELEANOR VAN TUuYL, ’08. School Editor, Wa ter KNow ton, ’09. Cor. Editor, Marcaret V. LEccetv. ’I0. Associate Editors, Mr. Linpsey Best, Miss Mary Lock. Business Manager, Asst. Bus, Manager. CHarLes FE, LomzEaux, 00. RussELL P, Morris, og. REPORTERS Senior, Junior, DELANcY FERGUSON, CHARLES LINE. HELEN JOHNSON, JULIA FITZGERALD. Sophomore, Freshman, RICHARD HARRIGAN. JAMES MAUGER. GRACE WEEKS. ELEANOR DEGRAFF. STANLEY Ropsins, 709, P.H.S. A.A. EstHer B. Crampton, ’08, G. A.A. IsiporE RotTrserc, 08, P.H.S.D.S. Entered as Second-class Matter November 17, 1904, at the Post Office at Plainfield, N. J., under the Act of Congress of March 3, 1879. Published on the first Wednesday of every month during the school year, by the students of the Plainfield (N. J.) High School, Printed by THE RECORDER PRESS, Babcock Building, Plainfield. 25 CENTS THE COPY 75 CENTS THE YEAR VOLUME 5 JUNE, 1907. NUMBER 7 The past year has been a notable one in that it marks the last year of Miss Niles’ presence among us. We shall miss her greatly when we reassemble next fall. As a school we give her our earnest, hearty thanks for what she has done for us while in our midst, and we send with her our sincere wishes for every good and blessing in the future. It is with sincere regret that we learn of Mr. Matthewson’s resig- nation for next year. He has made himself a place among us both in school work, and in athletics, and we shall miss him. Miss Titsworth, too, who has been taking Miss Bass’s place, will be missed next year by the host of friends she has made among the students. The coming school year, while it takes from us three of our valued teachers, brings back to us two whom we shall welcome—Miss» Bass and Miss Benedict.

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2 DHE: ORAGLE. A Glou’ster Tale Awarded First Prize in the George H. Babcock Competition in English Composition. JOHN DELANCEY FERGUSON. The tale is old,—as old as death, As old as the curse of Cain; Old as sorrow and parting and woe, Old as grief and pain. Old indeed, but ever new To those who watch in vain, To the Glou’ster women who wait for those Who'll ne’er return again. Upon the Banks of Newfoundland, where the shrouding fog lies thick, The fishermen hear the siren’s shriek and the screw’s pulse beating quick, And they ring their bells and blow their horns as the liner rushes past, Heedless of the fishers’ lives, and deaf to their fog-horn’s blast. Because the cabin passengers are driv’n by money-greed, Because our letters may not wait, she never slackens speed. The liner gains an hour,—who cares if the fishers drown? Who cares for the tears of the women in far-off Glou’ster town? When the Polar Star from Glou’ster stood out to open sea, The skipper saw his wife and child stand watching on the quay ; And that was the last sight that he saw as Glou’ster dropt astern, A memory to cheer his heart until his home-return. Three months went by. Her salt all wet, the Polar Star turned south. In one week more her men would see the lights of the harbor mouth. That afternoon a wall of fog closed on them, fold by fold, A creeping, crawling bank of white, clammy and damp and cold. And through the fog they heard a throb, like the throb of a tired heart, And then a piercing siren-wail; to the bell the fishers dart, And the bell clangs out and the fog-horn brays, as the throbbing mounts and grows,— The steady, relentless steamer-pulse that every banker knows. Then out of the fog there leapt a shape,—a tall, black, knife-sharp stem; For a single second, that seemed an age, it towered over them.