Plainfield High School - Milestone Yearbook (Plainfield, NJ)

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18 THE ORACLE, Again my eyes are dazzled. I can hardly stand it; what is that which approaches? Yes, it’s small, but it’s very brilliant. It comes closer; why, it’s none other than our valedictorian, little Esther Crampton; and the dazzling light? oh, yes, that’s the reflection of her insignia, P. H. S. ’o6, Cornell 11; he Gav—ett to her back in the old school days and she wears it constantly. Esther went to Wellesley and, after finishing her course, turned out to be a very good prize fighter; until now, using her six foot husband for a ball, she fairly outdoes the ancient Hercules in slinging people and things around. But why does everyone rush down the street as tho he had been shot ? ah, ves! I see; there’s CHauncey Murphey at the other end of it—and he’s singing! Well, Chauncey tried a great many things—College, politics, banking—but nobody would lend him any money—and ash carting—but the latter was too hard on his sensitive nature, until finally he settled down to only two —prize fighting and girls; with these he has succeeded, so that with the great 400 pound lady-love he develops himself to meet the demands of his strenuous occupation. Who is that tall, slender, rakish looking fellow, standing gazing at the tall building? Walter Caldwell, by jove! We have heard that he is a mechanical engineer; can it ke that he’s inspecting that structure? No, it seems to be complete; why no, he must have forgotten something. See how vigorously he mops his heated brow, on which there rests a white felt hat with purple band. We have it—his wife has sent him shopping. He seems to mutter,—‘ A Pound,—a Pound,—a Pound,—” but we can delay no longer. Walter, will you never cultivate a memory? But an airship has fallen into the public square, and with it, George Fisher! Just a moment, and George will unravel his facial decoration from the complicated machinery. No college was thoro enough for George; so after a complete course of electricity in his own boudoir he has made a reputation for himself along those lines. Ah, but he looks careworn and tired; no wonder, George is still working on a system for the proper ring- ing of bells in P. H. 5: Walter Hammond—and as usual with a girl—yes, he finished a course at Stevens while she perfected herself in art. Since then they have been married and Walter with her little pin and bow for inspiration has become a valuable assistant to the science departments on Mars. The Whitall school of silence and learning. Following his theory that the two go together, Roy is the founder of that sehool to the right, which

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BEES ORs CER: a, The Class of 1908 on Mars Glimpses Thru the Telescope by Sara Louise Sanderson Arrived there on the George H. Fisher, Jr., airship; located on Best Island. What's that elaborate elevation? No, it’s not the new Singer building— only Ray Dutcher. Look out! It might move—Ray may wake up some day. What a large crowd over there! What can be the matter? Ah, I see; Madamoiselle Knowlton, the famous pianist of Best Island is now giving a concert. Well, well, Elsie has stopped giggling long enough to gain a repu- tation for herself. Is that—? Oh, no, it’s not Fluffy Ruffles,—just our own little Laura Baker. Between writing excuses for absences Laura has found time to complete a course in fashion designing. My sight fails me—something so dazzling stands before me—but my vision clears, and I see—it’s only Carola; Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed thus. She is busy, she notices no one—I understand; an expert accountant, after inflicting her vocation on every ordinary thing, she has at last started to count the stars in the Milky Way. Silent, dignified, yet graceful, comes Marjorie Harris down the Appian Way, gowned in her Roman toga as we have seen her before in dear old P. H. S., delivering her prologue to—Julius Czesar—small wonder that she holds herself aloof from the others; her fame is assured since the pub- lication of her wonderful thesis, entitled, “Resolved, That with any other visible means of support, marriage is beneath the dignity of any sensible woman.” But here’s another member of ’08, one of our most popular girls— Elsa Mae Cook. She hasn’t changed much; still serving Sunday night supper to an admiring group of ex-’08 chaps. Watch her as she daintily strawberries, raspberries, and Lounsburys, the serves all sorts of berries latter of which are most ungratefully received by the enterprising young lawyer on her right. Ice cream and candy—Miss Van Tuyl—well, what a glorious outlet for Eleanor’s sweetness! Her heart always with the class of ’07, Eleanor waits in this attractive little store until another WILL come. Augustus C. Nash, lawyer. Well, Gus finished a course in N. Y. U., but he never recovered from the shock when he discovered that he could not keep a COOK.

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THE ORACIE: 19 even for the accommodation of all its devotees is necessarily small. Inter- ested in the work of Prof. Whitall are the Misses Brick and Thompson. Their record is good but they have made so little noise in both worlds that it has beeen difficult to follow their careers, The Rafferty theatrical trust stands boldly before us. Will made a vast fortune during the success of the Sigma Delta Phi stock company, he himself composing all their plays in French. At present he is endowing a course in Platonic Friendship between the girls and Doyerot Peis: Look in the office of the theatrical trust—Isidore Rothberg, property manager. Isidor is working hard, and I hear that he is only repeating the good work that he did in our own play. Ah! the Central Railroad of Mars, D. W. Wilcox president. Yes, Dudley got the position thru his wife’s influence. After graduating from Brown, Dudley settled on Mars where he spends his time running the Railroad when he is not leading cotillions. The Howe public school of Mars; Principal, Rose Rothberg; Vice- principal, Helen Sachar,—two old ‘o8 girls. Always together, marriage for them had no charms since it meant separation and the giving up of school work. Another teacher in the school is Donald Mortimer. No, he never went on the stage but once. He is busily engaged at present—no, not with a man—a Hunter isn’t necessarily a man. Teachers of art in the Howe School are Lillian Whitall and Cornelia Christofferson ; both of their lives are sweet but uneventful, Even Mars is not without labor troubles. Down the street comes Wallace Pearce, Agitator. Wallace, too, has never married. He never stopped talking long enough to give the lady time to answer. We'll look at the tennis courts’a moment—May Doane is just taking off the honors in a match. May is still a mystery, so silent that we know nothing of her career. Ah, a speech! Sallo Mortimer Kahn is delivering for the 98th time his lecture on “The tail End of a Lost Chord or Why I am so Clever or How I Got my Pull with Mr. Travell.” | But what a gloomy building! J. Dutcher, undertaker. John himself steps out wreathed in smiles, but he stops at the corner; we cannot wait, John, because it is a girl.