Plainfield High School - Milestone Yearbook (Plainfield, NJ)

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24 THE ORACLE: Fred B. Loizeanx President, 1410 D. Russell Miller Greasurer, 1910 Gimard J. Runyon Secretary, 1910

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PHORM ACs The little Sophs all stand around With eyes brim full of tears, We'll shout once as we go away A nineteen-twelve in cheers. Some day you'll be where us you see, Remember and take heed, Old nineteen-ten you cannot beat In word or fame or deed. Chorus— Oh you giddy young Sophomores, Here’s farewell, Oh you promising kiddies, We wish you well. Remember what your elders say, Be great before you go away, So nineteen-twelve, Here’s farewell. The freshman class in cradles sleep, They are so young to leave, When they find what we've been to them, They will awake and grieve. To show the straight and narrow way Has cost us many a weary day, Blessings upon you, so we say, As we go away. Chorus— To you verdant Freshmen, Here’s farewell. Plenty of grinding soon will tell. We'll all be working out our fate When you dear babies graduate, So nineteen-thirteen, Here’s farewell. Ga Dart. S.A: to W

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THE ORACLE. 25 “Our four years’ camp is over now, The time to go has come; But we will tell all once again Before this evening’s done.” It was a long, long while ago we started camping out here. It was so long ago, nothing but a faculty brain could remember it, and then we were only freshmen. You bet we all sat down at the faculty table and took lunch with our teachers the first day and a few of us tried to eat with the senior bunch. We got lost all over this old place till we began to learn our forest signs, and then we were all right and have been ever since. Soon the faculty realized that the genuine “candy class’ had -really entered. After we had dropped our green haze, we began the crack-a-jack career we are here to end. I suppose you all remember how we celebrated Christmas our second year in camp by “salting down” those newly arrived 1911 campers. We really had some mighty bright people in our camp that year. Why, one of the girls—pardon me, I mean young ladies—went down to buy a ticket for a play that was to be given in the village. Well, she walked in and said to the ticket-seller, “Will you kindly tell me what a fifty-cent seat costs?” That’s a fact! It only goes to show how it was that our campers received fifteen prizes at commencement that year. Four of our girls who played basket-ball had a “rep” for miles around, and the boy athletes were not far behind in fame. Yes, we did have fine camping two seasons ago and lots of sport but last season certainly beat it. And say, that reminds me, didn’t we turn the tables on the “1909 Camp” when they tried to roast us! Why their practical jokes returned right home to roast when we didn’t get angry over them. And then the spread we invited them to after their failure,—it makes me hungry to think of it. Our camp certainly did know how to cook. It didn’t seem any time after that spread that a few of our party gave a couple of plays. We didn’t have any scenery except the kind that is just naturally here, but we did score a big success, didn’t we? And how about the way we ended up the season? Why, we took away all the prizes from the other camps around here without trying. Nine prizes and nine honorable mentions, think of it!