Plainfield High School - Milestone Yearbook (Plainfield, NJ)

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4 THE ORACLE SS SS In the Writing Room [, Sir Oracle, having been invited by the officers of the Steamship 1919 to pay their great ship a visit, accordingly made my call in the harbor of Port Diploma where they had finished their illustrious four years’ voyage on the twenty-sixth of June, 1919. As I came up the gangway, I somehow lost my guide and wandered first into the writing room where I found some most inter- esting documents which follow:

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ME ORACLE E ee am Sr Oracle, and when i ope my ips, let no ae bark.’ YEAR BOOK OF THE GLASS OF SEK BOARD OF EDITORS EDITOR-IN-CHIEF SYDNEY W. ANGLEMAN EDITORS HARRIET MORGAN GEORGE J. ENK HARRIET ROBERTS KATHARINE HOLT HALLIDAY McKAY EDITH MOWEN ASSOCIATE EDITORS . BUSINESS STAFE MISS ELLEN K. CUMMING GEORGE L.' HIPP, Mer. MISS HELEN L. BROWN F. RUFUS SEARLES MR. H. R. HUBBARD, Principal J. HAYWARD ERICKSON Entered as Second-Class Mail November 17, 1904, at the Post Office at Plainfield, N. J., under the act of March 5, 1879. Published on the first Wednesday of every month during the year, by the students of the Plainfield, N. J., High School. 35 CENTS THis Copy 2 00 ee yale MOTO LL: JUNE, 1919 Not 10 We have come into port at the end of our four years’ voyage. Now we look back upon the many eventful days that have passed, some of the finest days of our life. Among our many friends who have been with us on our trip, we think with gratitude of Mr. Best who for our first three years was our loyal and steadfast commander, and who is now serving in the Y. M. C. A. in France. This, our final year, has brought Mr. Hubbard to the helm; we will always remember his great interest in 1919 and his influence for everything that was noble and right.

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THE ORACLE Class Poem A merry crew, four years ago, Sailed off in a fairy bark,— Down the River of Class Spirit bright To the Sea of Knowledge dark. “Why are you sailing, and what do you wish?” The wond’ring watchers cried. “We're filling our nets with the beautiful fish That swim by the river’s side. With nets of effort are we supplied,” Called back the happy crew. The ship was manned by a sturdy crew, Watched over with competent care, And the Wind of Ambition sped them on, As they caught the fish that were there. The nets sometimes were strained and torn, And the fishes slipped away, But the fishermen mended their nets again And followed them day by day. “We'll catch the most we can,” they say. So promised the earnest crew. For four long years their nets they cast Into the depths of blue, And the Wind of Ambition, speeding on, To their course kept ever true. At last the harbor came in sight. Their journey was nearly o’er, And into their boats they dragged their nets, With eyes on the nearing shore, “And soon our fishing will be no more,” Declared the busy crew. The crew that manned that fairy craft Is the class, nineteen-nineteen; Our teachers, those who watched with care O’er the four years we have seen. The time has come for the band to part ;— Some will sail that sea of blue In a larger craft; but all will use The many fish that they drew. “And to that ship we’ll e’er be true,” Call back the parting crew. RutH WHITE.