Plainfield High School - Milestone Yearbook (Plainfield, NJ)

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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!

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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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26 THE ORACLE. The last is the best of all the game. Say people, do you remember that picnic on the mountain we had the first part of the year? Wasn't it great? Do you remember how Miss Bass won all the races and Mr. Best played brave life saver? We didn’t get over feeling good about that picnic before the minstrel show came along; and really I don’t see how there can be another show next year without Jack Riffert and Osgood Sewall. Next year came the field meet, you remember that don’t you, Osgood? Yes, I remember our track meet. It certainly was a great day for “1910.” What did you do with that individual championship, Russell? You and Cupid Vail and Tom Ricketts were certainly the candy kids. It was great to C. B. Vail jump. How about the stage we went over in, and all the blue and gold trimming that floated little by little away on the breeze! Of course we carved the corner table at Ritz’ afterwards in honor of our 48 points. . And the masquerade, that was the best Hallowe'en we've had, and I don’t think we will ever forget the time we devoured the turkey. It was then the boys were stung. Speaking of stings reminds me of last Christmas when—— Sure enough, that was when our Dr. Riffert here took charge of the “Junior Insane Asylum.” Will you ever forget those pitiful new cases of insanity—such as feminitis, gigglitis, swell-headeditis and lolly-popitis, that Dr. Jack discovered during those operations? Remember when he operated on that Miss Stiles, and had to use an axe to split the Newell-post skull? Dr. Munyon here placed his name on the list of expert “Veterinary Surgeons” when he discovered, in operating on that little fellow “Clark,” a disease now called “Noisy Socks,” in which two different germs are found, the red and the yellow. One of the little girls liked to play “jacks,” even with our Jack. How about the time we swamped the faculty! Well, I guess there’s some class to us. They even got Zeus to come back, but we just had to hand the ball over his head to Stretch, and Stretch would reach down and drop it into the basket. Mr. Best played an awfully rough game. I remember I was up against him for awhile, and when he couldn’t do anything else, he would pull my hair and shove me around. He and Mr. Hubbard had been up to the Y. M. C. A. every day for about a month doing fatigue exercises to get their wind, and Mr. Hubbard played the game of his life. If Mr. Howe had gone to the Y. M. C. A. with the