Plainfield High School - Milestone Yearbook (Plainfield, NJ)

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2 THE ORACIE: Mr. Abbott Quiet streams flow on through time and eternity to the great deep sca bearing a gentle influence beneath their rippleless surfaces. Mr. Abbott in this same quiet way has worked among us. Mr. Charles F. Abbott en- tered the Board of Education Jan. 1, 1896, and continued a member until his impaired health compelled his resignation in December, 1909. During most of this period he was vice-president of the Board and chairman of the Building Committee. He was also a member of the Finance Committee and of the Board of School Estimate that determine each year the amount of money that shall be appropriated for school uses. In all these positions he was most efficient. He was intensely interested in the success of the schools and spent much time in furthering these interests. Becoming impressed with the inadequacy of the High School accommo- dations, he interested himself in improving them and gave much thought and effort to the work of securing an appropriation for a new High School building and in seeing that it should be complete and eminently fitted to put the high school on a very high level. All the teachers who came in contact with him found him to be a personal friend and prized greatly the warm-hearted interest he showed in them and their work. The present generation of High School pupils and those for many generations to come owe him much for his work as a member of the Board of Education. Vale! Vale! And now we are no longer Seniors, but Alumni. We leave the protect- ing walls of high school for the horizon-bound world. Here are crowds of friends, hosts of memories, days full of good times; all are memories now. What we are, we are. What we may be, let time tell. May we all strive to live real lives, and be true to real ideals, be a help in the world, stepping outside of our own selfish spheres into the greater sphere where all mankind are our friends. “True and victorious living is more to be desired than praise ; May you the battle endure and win, if not happiness, peace, To thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. — Shakespeare.

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S| Mie ORACLE |®% ‘“T am Sir Oracle, and when I ope my lips, let no dog bark.”’ Year Book of the Class of i910 BOARD OF EDITORS Marcaret V. Leccetrr, Editor Louise S. ANDREWS D. RusseELL MILLER Meta R. PENNOCK Horace B. Earre Miss KATHARINE F. BALL BUSINESS TIANAGERS Frep D. LorzEAux Harry Brick Entered as Second-class Matter November 17, 1904, at the Post Office at Plainfield, N. J., under the Act of Congress of March 3, 1879. Published on the first Wednesday of every month during the school year, by the students of the Plainfield, N. J., High School. Printed by THE Recorper Press, Babcock Building, Plainfield. 25 CENTS THIS COPY. 75 CENTS THE YEAR. Vor. IX. JUNE, IQIO. No. 3. The Class Gift High School years are long, full years of concentrated work. Behind this work there must be an all-planning guide, a man true to the core, whose ideas are steadfast, uplifting, whose personal influence means a great love and understanding of his fellow men. It is this personal in- fluence, lingering even after the man has entered a different field of inter- est, which prompts us to remember our Mr. Travell. Before we leave our high school we wish to leave a picture of Mr. Travell for the coming Seniors and Seniors, so that when they pass through these halls and haunts of memory, his eyes may look down upon them in the same kindly guidance as we so well remember.

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TRE ESORA CIE: Class Poem—1910 Four years we've camped together, Toiled thro’ bright and stormy weather, Closer, nearer, have we grown from day to day. Now we smile, and looking back, Seem to see upon the track, Just the sunshine that was shed upon our way. Life holds out for every one, Some great task that must be done. Success and joy we wish for every friend. Separate every winding path! Each will do the work he hath! All rise victors when life’s battles are at end. May the fame that some acquire, Help another to rise higher! Tho’ we’re worsted, let us rise, and try again. May the friendly hearts that here In good fellowship drew near, Learn that sweeter, greater love of fellow men. Now the time is drawing nigh, Soon we all must say good-bye, Lingers yet another minute ere we part. Cheer and courage, speed thee friend! God be with thee to the end! Let the mem’ries of these days aye cheer thy heart. Now, dear comrades, tolls the bell. Yes, ’tis time to say farewell. Our happy camping days, at last are o’er. Comrades now seem doubly dear. Never shed that gath’ring tear! But be happy! Life has wondrous things in store.