Plainfield High School - Milestone Yearbook (Plainfield, NJ)

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To our sincere friend, Dr. Henry M. Maxson, who, by precept and example, has revealed to us the right trail to follow thru our happy High School years, and to the citizens of Plainfield, who have so nobly supported him in building up a most excellent school system; this, the year book of the Class of 1921, is most gratefully dedicated.

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ii iy 8 GEVYN BOARD OF EDITORS EDITOR-IN-CHIEF CHARLES S. PAYTON EDITORS KATHERINE SCHAEFER JESSIE FULLERTON PAUL LEONHAUSER Jack DANIEL LEWIS KIMBALL MARGARET WHITE ASSOCIATE EDITORS Miss. HELEN L. BROWN Miss LEILA DAILY Mr. H. R. HUBBARD BUSINESS STAFF RUSSEL HUNT BERTRAM 'TALLAMY ANDREW ADELMANN PauL TuUZzo PRICE, ONE DOLLAR

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THE ORACLE 5 Success (An Address to the Members of P. H. S. by Dr. Maxson ) One summer day, I started out from my camp on Long Lake with a friend to visit a pond some miles away in the forest. There is no path to the pond, but a guide told me how to go up one log road and down another log road and so on, until you come to the pond. We walked all the morning, going up one log road and down another log road, and so on, but came to no pond. Finally, I turned to my comrade and said, “Mason, it’s an old saying that advice is cheap, but it seems to me that the advice we have been following all the morn- ing isn’t worth even what we paid for it. We have walked steadily four hours: in five hours more it will be as dark as your hat. I feel more interested in seeing home than I do in seeing Moose Pond.” “Do you know where you are?” said Mason. “No, I don’t. I only know we are in the woods and can’t see out.” ‘Must you find the pond to get your bearing?” “Yes, I only know that home is over yonder somewhere.” “Then you're lost, aren’t you?” said Mason. “Well, the pcnd is lost.” “Can you follow back the way we came?” said Mason. “No, all log roads look alike to me. They lead anywhere and get you nowhere.” “Then I think you're lost,” said Mason. ‘What are you going to do about it?” The first thing,’ I replied, “we'll eat our lunch... Then we'll lie down and sleep half an hour, and after that we'll take the compass and lay out a course due East. Where that leads, there we will go, whether it be over the mountain or through the river. Some time today or tomorrow, if your legs hold out, we'll see Long Lake.”’ Mason meditated a moment, then he said, ‘““‘Well, I think we’d better save some of the dinner; it may come handy.” I didn’t lie awake to see whether Mason slept or not; I have a suspicion that he did not. Walking after a compass thru the forest is no lady-like walk, especially if the lumberman have been thru the region. There is many a tan- gle of brush to push thru, many a fallen tree to crawl over, and it is heart- breaking to go up a steep hill only to go down the other side, with more hills 720724