Plainfield High School - Milestone Yearbook (Plainfield, NJ)

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i) to TRE ORACH EB: and settled down to quiet married life. Her theory that love constitutes g-toths of a woman’s life enabled her hubby to. prepare divorce briefs and he soon retired with great wealth. She then devoted her energies to fighting the cause of anti-woman’s suffrage. Her old time ability to say as much in three minutes as the average person in an hour, so enabled her to monopolize the conversation—as of old—that she easily impressed her ideas on her followers; and now only men vote on Mars. Rumor has it that a certain Fisher-man has at last had a nibble, at least his class-pin was missing for over a week. We have been lead to believe that too many Cooks spoil things sometimes. It cannot be said that the class is heart (Hart) less. Our class should be well fed, we have both a Cook and a Baker. We are well off; we have two Pounds (£2). By Jove! The class has some Gray about it. We certainly are a Brick. We have Foster-ed baseball. “In one of the most hotly contested inter-class meets which P. H. S. has ever held, the Senior Class won the coveted championship with a total of 42 points, their nearest competitor being ’o9, who rolled up a score of 31 tallies. One of the main reasons for the good showing made by ’08 was the class spirit on the part of both the girls and the fellows who did not compete. Our dignified Seniors were the only class which showed organized interest in their athletic reputation..—November ORACLE, ’07.

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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

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THECORA Cle ke . 23 The Art of Living Commencement Address of Dr. Henry M. Maxson You have been my boys and girls here in the High School for four years. It has been my privilege to exercise over you the power of joy and sorrow, power to make your ways rough and thorny, or smooth and happy. I have not had the power of physical life and death over you, but I have tried to so order my dealings with you as if the responsibility of life and death, spiritually, did rest in my hands. Today you escape from my power. No longer shall I directly influ- ence your destinies. You cease to be my boys and girls in a legal sense, but I assure you that in that precious part of a man’s life, the memory of the years that are gone, you will still live as my boys and girls, and when- ever a spoken word or a printed name recalls the recollections of one of you, that recollection will be clothed in the form that I now look upon, for the children of one’s memory never grow up. The other day, a marriage notice called to mind one of my oldtime pupils. The form which I saw was not that of a young man, clad in bridal array, it was that of a chubby-faced urchin sitting on a bench with tears rolling down his face as he chewed paper wads in punishment for the dreadful sin (?) of sticking paper balls on the ceiling of the schoolroom. So, however old you may be, the mention of your name will call up the happy, youthful faces that I see today, altho, in your case, none of them will be bathed in tears, for it has been my good fortune that all my dealings with you have been those of joy and happiness. My hours with you have been hours of enjoyment. During your high school course, you have had many priceless oppor- tunities ; indeed, the whole four years have been one grand opportunity for laying the sure foundation of success. The work of the school, as com- monly considered, consists of Latin, mathematics, history and other book studies, but in it all and through it all, in the recitation and in the discipline of the school, in your work and in your play, wherever the life of the teacher touches the life of the pupil, in all this I have tried to so provide that each one of you shall be brought into a broad and deep knowledge of the real values of life, the principles and motives, the ambitions and desires whose accomplishment make life really worth living; for, after all, the one great product of the school,—the highest product of life, in fact,—is char- acter. Rightness of conduct, richness of thought, purity of soul, these are the things that outlive the ages, these constitute the richest inheritance