Plainfield High School - Milestone Yearbook (Plainfield, NJ)

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THE ORACLE 9 about in search of his master, smelling every one of the men. No, he was not there. Suddenly Bob’s father came running to the boat. “Son! son! where are you?” he called. No answer. “Here, men, push off the boat! We've got t’ go in search of my son! Sam, you take the men up to my wife. She'll look after them.”’ ‘There they were, in the boat again, and Jocko was left on the beach. Where was his master? He had left in the boat and the boat had returned without him. He must be out there, alone—Jocko walked to the shore and, wrinkling his nose, looked out over the water. Not a thing could he see. His mind was already made up. He must find his master! Bravely he walked into the foam. ‘The water was icy cold, but he did not feel it. A huge breaker broke over him and he struggled to the surface. When he arose, he found he was out beyond the surf and he struck out for the open sea. He swam for a quarter of an hour or more out toward the wreck. | Sud- denly he sighted an object not more than a few yards from him and his instinct told him it was Bob. Jocko swam to him and caught hold of his coat collar. He turned around and headed for the shore. It told on his strength, this swimming with his mouth gripping Bob’s coat. Several times a wave sub- merged them both and each time he kicked desperately to come to the surface. With his mouth closed all the time it was hard to breathe and many times did he swallow the bitter salt water. The cold was penetrating him to his very bones, causing him to kick more vigorously in swimming. | He could not even pant with his mouth as it was, and when a dog cannot pant it suffers worse torture than can be imagined. Gasping, struggling, calling on every ounce of strength he possessed, exerting every muscle, while what strength he had left ebbing away each moment, Jocko swam heroically on. The storm was ceasing and a heavy fog had set in when a boat washed up on the shore. Out of it stepped Mr. Worthington, supported on either side by husky men. “My son! my son!” came from his lips as he walked toward the lighthouse. | His search had been unsuccessful and the vision of his son at the bottom of the ocean was more than he could bear. Suddenly the atten- tion of one of the party was attracted by two dark shapes on the crest of a breaking billow. He ran forward and it was on that instant that Jocko, with his uncon- scious burden, toppled panting in a heap on the beach. A cry escaped the old lighthouse keeper’s lips as he recognized his son. ‘He is saved! Oh, my son!” he exclaimed as he ran and knelt by Bob. And Bob, in his unconsciousness and delirium, reached out a cold white hand and touched his dog. ‘‘Jocko,”” he murmured.

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DES OT? Ay eee 11 Class Poem Since 1914 You want me to tell you the story, which started o’er four years ago, How this group has rallied together, and strived to keep things on the go; Of how they have gained their successes, all working with full power of man? So come, let us sit down together, I'll tell you as well as I can. T'was back in the year 1914, the month was September, I think,, We started this course of true friendship, all joined by a Biue and Gold link; At first others thought we were timid, and needed, perhaps, a good shove, But though we were then very bashful, determined to stand far above. The very next year we grew wiser, and increased our courage two fold. The others soon learned to respect us, looked up at the youngsters so bold. But we didn’t get any swelled head, we kept right on plodding along, At times we felt very discouraged, but tried to keep singing a song. Then after a summer’s vacation, together began a new year, We felt we were pulling together, so held up our heads without fear, We soon made a hit with our elders, all knew we were marked for success, That third vear we spent as a body went off with some pep, we confess. This year for the last time we’ve gathered, to finish up work thus begun, Some hard propositions we’ve tackled, but fought out our battles and won, We’ve made many warm and true friendships, to many we’re known for our fame, This last year has been quite successful, we’ve proudly raised higher our name. Now, let me imagine the future, and wonder what life holds in store; While some take advanced education, life’s trials will give others still more. And after this war has been ended, among us war’s honors we'll hold, We’ve learned what to do for our country, we’ve learned ’neath the Blue and the Gold. Monroe O’DONNELL.