Plainfield High School - Milestone Yearbook (Plainfield, NJ)

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20 TATE SORAGIER, Elizabeth Randall, a dainty nurse, appears from around the corner. Elizabeth has never married. Just as she was about to accept the man, she suddenly remembered many accounts of man’s fickleness, and with her usual calm reason to her aid, she refused him on the spot. There is Elizabeth Pound—over there—yes, I said Miss Elizabeth Pound, yes, I said Miss—of course it’s possible; yes, for out of the crowd of numerous suitors Bess has not yet been able to choose one with whom she feels eternity would be endurable. However, in that red building to the left she successfully conducts a college of fussing. All acknowledge that a certificate from that institution renders one assured of being an able can- didate for matrimony. Miss Pound lives there as happy as the DEY is LONG; CALDWELL, too, she is, and OSGOOD to all as ever, since she is never MALcontent with her lot. A valuable assistant in his sister’s school is Henry Pound. With his motto “Slow but Sure,’ he has never failed to bring the standard of his pretty girl pupils up to that set by his sister. But we miss one face from among the crowd. Where is our graceful Miss Kelly? Alas! they say she has deserted the others and retired to a castle in Sunny Spain, whose inmates she delights with her fancy dances and her various creations in dress-making and millinery. Along the suburbs I see a second Scotch Plains. Elliotville seems to be the name. After tiring of the exertion of an ordinary life, Miss Elliot has retired to the stars and there rests content. And there stands Leslie Leland in the public square—I wonder if he’s acting in the capacity of nurse to those little girls? Why, I do declare he’s fussing! but Leslie always would take children to raise. Stenographer in the Mars hotel, Miss Katherine Gray. Down at P. H. S$. there were few who could manage Katherine but they say she is at last going to have a BOSS. John Schofield, civil engineer, graduate of Stevens. After escaping from Hoboken he has settled down to the simple life, since wine, women and song, have little charm for John. Orlando Lounsbury knew which side his bread was buttered on, for he took a Cook for his partner in life. The Matinee Idol of Mars, his head has never been turned by all the admiration of the fair sex, most of his time being spent in pressing church duties. A narrow speck looms larger as it approaches—ah, it is no other than

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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.

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WIRE, QURANCILIE. 27 our old classmate Francis Foster. He has a harried look upon his face, seems to be searching for something, and as he keeps his eyes fixed on the ground I judge that the object of his search is small. Alas! I remember, aiter completing a difficult course at Yale, Francis awoke to the realization inat he was living without a heart, for it had been carelessly thrown aside 1. sy our little valedictorian. ven the trying climate of Mars could not affect the ruddy vigor of our old schoolmate, Arthur Titsworth. After finishing a course in Rut- gers, Arthur spent a great deal of time trying to locate the object of his affections. Failing in this he has at last settled down in bachelor apart- ments on Mars, while in a select social circle he keeps many young ladies guessing. Mushrooms P. Mygrant—right over there in the suburb. Percy spends his time cultivating mushrooms; yes, I’m sorry to say, Percy never followed up his music but became a farmer instead. Rose Nash, physician—one of the prettiest girls in the class. See Rose as she nobly holds her own, going about her business with regard for no one. There stands little Marjorie Brown, watching May Doane. It is im- possible to penetrate her thoughts, although she centers much of her at- tention on that ‘o4 pin she wears. Ah! a meeting of the Slender Ladies’ Club. Laura Woolston, presi- dent, is loudly advocating Women’s Rights, while Mary Mortimer, vice president, stands by looking very much disgusted with the whole affair. Miss Edna Eckert, soprano soloist. I see Miss Eckert charming the young men of the Mars Hope Chapel with her lovely clear voice. Mose Rubenstein, on the tennis courts; also another quiet member of ‘08. Even now as we see him, tennis and baseball seem to be the only things which charm him. Mr. William Randolph Hearst Lambert is now editor-in-chief of the Martian Police Gazette. Will has now reached the height of his journal- istic career, having placed the Gazette in the hands of a receiver with lia- bilities of unlimited nerve and very little else. He will now resign his position in spite of the protests of his satellites of ’o8. Sara Louise Sanderson, the popular vice-president of ‘08, graduated from Wellesley, after which she was lured to the stage and played in Wm. Rafferty’s melodrama, “The Gibson Girl.” Here, as the vivacious Fluffy Ruffles, she charmed and won the heart of a brilliant young lawyer