Plainfield High School - Milestone Yearbook (Plainfield, NJ)

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THE ORACLE Class Porm ’Twas a day so clear and bright, When this field we first did sight, Shining in the morning light. Merry were we then, and glad, Noisy, mischievous, and bad, Laughing always, never sad. Rich the soil and bright the day Beckoned us to leave our play, Whispering of the harvest day. Then with eager, hopeful heart Entered we to do our part, To plow and sow with all our heart. Soon we planted all the seeds, Carefully we pulled the weeds, Looking on to nobler deeds. Then the little plants appeared; Tenderly they all were reared, As the harvest day we neared. Now the reaping time has come, And our work is almost done; Just reward we all have won. Hot the sun has often burned, For the shade we all have yearned, And our rest we now have earned. But the friendships we’ve made here Will last through many a year, Till our journey’s end draws near. In life’s larger field may we Always true and faithful be, ’Til the glorious goal we see. 1845, dele 1%:

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6 DHE SOKA Day. I couldn't write a composition. I just simply could not get an idea out of my head on paper; besides, Timmy’s leg was always on my mind. Why, when I had to put a motion in our Junior Society, I said, “All in favor, hold up the right leg.” (It was Timmy’s right leg that was off). Mother was out of patience and said I was to put my mind on my own business. She promised me a pink hair ribbon and patent leather slippers if I’d behave myself. I hadn’t touched that old composition yet, and just two days be- fore it was due I had an idea. I went to the attic and got out Dad’s stories, took the ones I love best, made a little story of them and named it “My .Hero.” Memorial Day came, my hair ribbon was pretty, my slippers didn’t hurt much, and my dress hardly showed where it was let down. I was third on the program. I didn’t hear a word of the first two, but everybody clapped, so I guess they were good. Then it was my turn! I was so frightened, my voice seemed miles away. The au- dience was like a big blur. Only Dad’s face was clear. When I was through reading, I saw him wiping his eyes. There was not a sound; no one clapped. I knew I had made an idiot of myself. I went off the platform, down the aisle, out of the building and fairly flew home. { threw myself into the hammock and cried with rage and mortf- cation, When the worst was over and I was drying my eyes, Billy came tearing down the street, shouting, ‘‘Come back to the schoolhouse, Mary Ellen. Teacher sent me to fetch yer. Come on back. Yer got the prize. Flonest injun yer have; come on.” Now what do you think of that? Me get the prize. I followed Billy back, almost dazed. Teacher called to me, ““Mary Ellen, come forward and receive ties hives I went upon the platform covered with confusion and freckles. Dad was smiling at me. When J turned to go down again, I saw my pink ribbon lying half way down the aisle. What cared I! My nose might turn up, my hair hang straight, I might be a bean-pole, but tight in my hand I held—Timmy Sullivan’s leg.

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8 THE ORACLE Salutatory Abdregs Araminta Elizabeth Ayers We welcome you all to the commencement exercises of the Class of 1913. We want to share our brightest and happiest moments with our friends. Therefore we are es- pecially glad to have with us tonight, the members of the Board of Education who strive to make our schools the best in the land; Dr. Maxson, who has watched our progress ever since we were little tots in the kindergarten; Mr. Best who has been the father of our High School life; The Speaker of the evening, whose message will sound a call to that life which is yet hazy and mysterious to us; the teachers who are not only teachers but our friends; and all the citizens of Plainfield who have made possible our High School with its advantages.