The Newtown bee., 1901-06-28
NEW MILFORD.

the graduating class occupied seats on the platform. The program was an excellent one and reflected high credit on the class and Principal Robinson. The exercises were carried out as fol- lows:
 March.
 Prayer, Rev George L. Taylor, D. D.
 Salutatory and Essay, "The Tan. kee," Belle s. Beardsley.
 Class History, Stephen G. Heacock.
 Grafton, Lessons from Lives o1 Great Men," Leslie w. Marsh.
 Song, School Chorus.
 Essay, "Destruction of American Forests" Mamie B. Hill.
 Class Poem, Julie P. Barker.
 Grafton, "Influence of New England on Our Nation," Harold c. Marsh.
 Song, School Chorus.
 Class Prophecy, Amy Humeston. Grafton, "The Humble Origin o1 Great Men," with valedictories, Sam. uel R. Ginsburg. Conferring of diplomas. "America.'' The diplomas were presented to the members of the graduating class in a neat speech, by William G. Green. The members of the graduating class were: Julie Priscilla Barker, Belle Sperry Beardsley, Daisy Diamond Bennett, Mary Helen Bouton, Nellie Frances Brooks, Mamie Ellen Hill Amy Humeston, Sadie Emily Anne Morrissey, Christina Marguerite Rothe, John Henry Adams, Samue Roland Ginsburg, Stephen Gregory Heacock, Ray Wanzer Leach, Harold Clarke Marsh, Leslie Wildman Marsh It is hard to discriminate in speak ing of exercises of this nature, but tn. class history by Stephen G. Heacock the class prophecy by Miss Humeston the orations by Harold c. Marsh ant Samuel R. Ginsburg, and the class poem by Miss Barker, deserve a word of special praise. The class poem wa! as follows:
 Upon life's journey we are starting, Leaving school and books behind, But the thought that fills our mind is Will we joy or sorrow find?
 We have studied long and faithfully Thinking of this one last day When from the life at Center We shall turn our steps away. Will we find the world all sunshine And our life one blissful dream? Or will it be all sad and dreary 1 As we glide it's fitful stream? ! More we were when we started, Some have left our happy band, Started out to make their fortune, Out into this busy land.
 Although now we're few in number, And we're not all over bright,
 Yet for right and truth and hon or We are willing now to fight.
 We have hopes for our dear Samuel, For he's brightest of us all,
 And now that he's studying Caesar, Begins to make us look so small. Yet we cannot all learn Caesar, Some must take another course,
 Perhaps then Harold with his talents May become another Morse.
 Misses Morrissey, Rothe and Bonnet, When not watched were quite team But they were demure and modest, When Prof's eve on them was seen. Stephen Heacock's most religious, Likes a sermon best of all,
 And we think that when he's older He'll become another Paul. Still he's rather fond of drawing
 Scenes of hills and pleasant hooks,
 But his heart and mind and talents
 Are all taken up in Brooks.
 We've an Adams in our number
 And his name is Johnnie, too, He will surely be statesman Like our other Johnnie Q.
 We have prophet mild and sweet,
 With great love for dramatics,
 Of her studies she is fond,
 Latin, Geometry and Mathematics.
 MT Leach with the auburn locks, . And temperament serene,
 Has faculty for playing tunes,
 And of selling kerosene.
 Miss Mae Bouton so demure,
 With her sweet and gentle way,
 She's the quietest one among us,
 And perhaps not quite as gay.
 We've one damsel from Kent Hollo
 Studious, dignified and clever, 1 And the example she set us l We'll ne're forget-no never!
 Mamie Hill, so tall and slender,
 With her curls so very cute,
 Is now down at Pickett district
 Teaching young ideas how to shoot.
 And the last but far from least is
 Leslie Marsh, all grins and smiles, m For with laughter and with giggles n He the weary hours beguiles.
 Thus you see us all before you,
 Each one taking his own part, !, Ready now to fight the battle
 With a light and happy heart.
 And we'll ne're forget our motto,