Hartridge School - Tempora et Mores Yearbook (Plainfield, NJ)

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i The History of the Class Gib Lae) The quaint old town made a peaceful picture, snuggled up against the long white beach on one side, and protected by tall over-hanging cliffs on the other. In olden days the inhabitants of the town had feared the cliffs, but now they realized that the good genie of the town, a wise and aged old man, was the sole inhabitant of the cliffs. Most of the citizens were interested in shipping and all of them took especially great pride in seven ships known as the Hartridge Fleet. Now the fleet was the property of the Hartridge School, and it was divided thus: The flagship, a stately Spanish galleon of great dignity, belonged to the faculty and was conducted with great ceremony. The chubby little vessel that rocked ridiculously on every wave was owned by the Kindergarten and the Elementary Department. And each of the other five belonged to its own special class in the Academic. For it was the custom of the school that each class, upon entering the Academic, was presented with a small vessel of what ever design it chose, and from then on, it was the class ambition that their ship should excel all the ships of past generations in beauty and influence. Now for many thousands of years, in the spring time, the good genie of the town had written a history of the Senior Class and its ship, and this is what he wrote for the class of 23: ‘As you are now drawing near to the end of your Senior year, and are reaching your long-desired goal of graduation, various fortunes loom on the horizon for you. Therefore, before entering upon these new ex- periences, it is fitting that you should reflect upon the old ones. ‘“When you were launched into your Sub-freshman year, you were a happy-go-lucky crowd, immensely proud of having obtained this exalted position. You chose as your class ship one whose lines and color were those of a small battleship, for, if you remember, it was a time of great interest in all implements of war. Whether she will prove sea-worthy or not is open to discussion, but it is to be hoped and expected that she will. You showed good spirit that year, although, unfortunately, there were not enough of you who played basketball to make a team. Nevertheless, you made up for this by your interest in all other school activities, making $63 at your table at the annual school Fair, given for the benefit of Muhlen- berg Hospital, and exhibiting great enthusiasm at your first Banquet. Oh, Page 29

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LAURA IRENE WARFIELD Entered, °21. PlainticldNeae Of the wide world I stand alone, and think Till Love and Fame to nothingness do sink—Keats. Laura Warfield doesn’t make a s much noise as the rest of us, but that doesn’t say that she isn’t among those present. We admire her for her sweet and gentle way. Inthe midst of our seething senior mob, she stands out in quiet relief. We all admire her studious nature. If you want to make Laura happy, just talk about Baltimore. Page 28

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a my children, it did my heart good to see your beaming faces! And again, at your first June Dance, the few of you who went seemed to enjoy your- selves thoroughly. How little and unsophisticated you seemed to be going to dances, for I never can get used to how quickly the younger generation grows up now. As every year the membership of a class changes, only Dorothy Blancke, your president that year and the next, and Laura Butter- field, who has held many class offices during your five years, are in your class now, who were in it then. Freshman year Julia Keedy, your president Junior and Senior years, Charlotte Nichols and Kathryn Verlenden, the Katzengamer Twins, and Jeannette Strong, known for her sweet disposition, entered your class. The three events worthy of note this year are, first, that after the school play Alcestis, in which most of you took minor parts, Laura Butterfield was taken into the Dramatic Society; second, you made $73 on your table at the Fair; and third was the jolly spread that you and the Sophomores had together in the spring. Also, for the first time, you organized a class team, which was defeated in all its games. Of your present class, Annabel Lombard entered the next year, and Marion Drake, who had been in the school from the Elementary on, transferred, and joined you. By this time, you had settled down a bit and set to work in earnest. In the fall, several of you made the hockey team, and during the winter your keenest interest was your basketball team. The team won two victories for you over the first and second Academics, but was unfortunately defeated by the Juniors and Seniors. Then spring came with its excitement over the Fair and over Shaw’s play, Cesar and Cleopatra, which the Dramatic Society gave. Most of you were in the play, and the few of you who had speaking parts did your- selves proud. I know, my children, as I came down from my cliffs that night and heard every word of it. That year you had the refreshment table at the Fair, which is, perhaps, the most attractive looking but the most difficult to make money on. Gertrude Fearing was the president of your class and with the hearty co-operation of all of you, she managed the table very capably. In fact you made an even hundred dollars, which was more than had been made at that table previously. This year is greatly to your credit. When the fall of Junior year arrived, you were every inch upper class- men, in spite of your ridiculously young appearance, given to you by the Page 30