Perth Amboy evening news., 1912-06-13

never resorts to these; 1t isn't alto
gether a bad practice, and since you
are so unsophisticated in this fine
art. take there and profit"
powder puff and mirror.)
William Boughton.
with other boys he's seldom seen,
About the streets he does not
roam;
His motto ever is the same,
BE it ever so humble, there's no
place like home"
a house,
Samuel Gavronsky.
Sam is going to be a doctor.
For him we have a deed issued by
the Perth Amboy authorities and as
signing to him a 1000 mile plot of
land for his future patients. Keep
this, for you'll certainly need it."
Gladys Buchanan.
GLADYS is surely going to be a
distinguished Librarian; she is a
well read young lady and needs on
ly some more renowned books TO
complete her course. Allow us, Miss
Buchanan, to help and advise you"
Diamond Dick, Nick Carter,
Jesse James and The Slaughter at
Golden Gulch, or Who Kidnapped
the Child.)
Walter Schilke.
I'VE have searched and searched
for something to give Walter and,
knowing his great love for coin, we
have found it at last. So. Walter,
we present you with a ARE one, taxi
en- from our own collection"
(Picture of Hilda Koyen.)
Hilda Koyen.
"Hilda, we have hard, is so well
versed in the art Of house keeping
that we give her a little nan to keep
house with"
Douglas Couden.
For Dave, we give some
thing for his melodious voice"
(Box of cough drops.)
Anna Knudsen.
Here's something, Anna to
make a noise with" "a horn.)
Dorothy Jol.ne.
It's too bad, Dot you're so
small. Here's something which will
raise you to the pinnacle on which
you belong" "a lifting jack
Emily jacobson and Benjamin Gold
man.
OH Itbuih DiopAtby vi bOldiiuli
presented Miss Jacobson with a box
Of candy, with the following COM
ment: Sweets to the Sweetest"
Glass Song-1912.
Where the Raritan wanders SO tran
GULLY by,
Where the waves of the bay beat
the rock-strewn shore,
There's a unit of learning Wen love
eVermore,
Our dear old Amboy High.
CHORUS
Then hail, all hail! her colors true,
Which never fail to thrill us
through,
And long hath kept our memories
warm,
With love for Amboy High.
Thou art Ivy empowered, inviting,
serene,
BY thee counseled and guided, our
name we'll enroll
On the intricate mazes of Destiny's
scroll,
Henceforth our guide and dean.
! Chorus.
The grand halcyon days, meath thy
portals are Ger,
Thou hast been our kind parent
the nurse of our souls
And now ere we leave thee, our
voices once more
Sing all the heart enfolds.
Words by Thomas Major. Music
by William Therkelson.
Glass Song.
Through four long years of toll,
OF sport, and work and fun,
Old Amboy High has helped us,
Till now u goal is won.
We leave her shelt'ring walls
Alone to win life's fight,
But never shall we cease to love
The Crimson and the White.
CHORUS
Long may our Alma Mater live!
Long may her colors fly
May a thousand other classes give
Their praise to Amboy High.
Our High School days are over,
We start on life's dull grind,
We've traced a path OF clover:
A harder one to find.
Tho active life we enter
Or into silence delve,
May Amboy High be ever proud
OF the class of nineteen twelve.
Words by William Bougfton.
Music by Nathan Wedeen.
Glass Poem-1912.
Miss l.. Osma Palmer delivered
the class poem as follows:
First.
Far from the shores of wisdom was
our home,
Skirting the barren waste and paths
unknown;
Where darkness drooped his sha-
dows in a sky
That knew not beating wing or soar
Ing cry,
Or felt the breath of flower, or
winged peace
That hoVers in d land of sweet in
crease.
Near many a bushy clump and heap
OF rocks,
Dire Furies lurked and shook their
shaggy locks;
And when a cloud its silver face did
show,
A flower look up or blossom start to
grow,
Out rushed the hideous boards,
nipped off its bloom,
Smothered the light and brought a
deeper gloom
o, wretched land of Ignorance, your
ptriFa