Plainfield High School - Milestone Yearbook (Plainfield, NJ)

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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