Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1918-06-14

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After the recital of this sad tale of devastation and woe
as outlined by Miss Larcombe, Helen Marie Geisenberger
in sweet plaintive accents recounted the great burdens rest
ing upon us-the living-to undertake the Rebuilding of
the Wounded, the rehabilitation of the destroyed and de-
vastated areas. Beautiful Hope murmured approval as she
pleaded for loving hearts and hands to do all that was pos
sible to comfort, aid and restore SO far as human power
can, the manned and wounded and blinded. Something,
evidently, is wrong in nature when such a holocaust as this
modern war is, can be pulled off in the bright light of the
10th century Something is radically wrong and the forces
of evil are stark mad. Fondly do we hope, sincerely do
we trust that the forces of good will prevail at last, How
devoutly do we wish that the Prince of Peace could come
upon the earth again and say to all these warning hosts:
Put up your bright swords, for the dews will rust them!'
Miss Geisenberger, having acquitted herself SO WE'LL in
binding up the wounds inflicted by wicked war, and show
ing the nations how to gently tread the paths of peace, what
soothing and delightful pleasure it was to listen to the placid
notesof bella Napoli' beautiful Naples) as sung by the
High school glee club. The selection of this mellow, en-
trancing music from composer Boscovitz, indicated intelli-
gent taste and foresight, as being a fitting close to the excel
lent literary contributions from our class of 1918.
At this point in the Commencement proceedings Prof.
Chalmers escorted to the front of the stage and introduced
to the graduates, scholars, teachers and to all other persons
present, the guest of honor of the evening, Professor Francis
Green, A. M, Lit. D., of West Chester, Pa. Normal school,
in which institution he has held the chair of literature for
many years. Something exceptionally fine, and of a high
literary standard had been expected from Prof. Green; but
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his object was we know not. Doubtless he pleased many
and catered to their merry side, but yet we could not help
feeling that, at times, he made the judicious srieve' Prof
Green is, apparently a man of many parts. We are sure
he must be capable of noble literary efforts; but on this oc-
casion chose to show us only his repertoire in comedy.
Prof. Green is a man Oh medium stature and of fair physi-
cal proportions. His forehead is high. He wore the time
honored black, swallowtailed coat, a white waistcoat and a
white cravat, the latter giving him somewhat OF a clerical
look. His jokes, his wit his hunor were so much in evil
dence during his hour upon the std SCI auditors
were led to think dramatic art mad missed a good lnan.
One visitor said Mr.. Green reminded him of John T. Ray
mond as "Col. Mulberry Sellers" Why, gentlemen, there's
millions in it, millions in it. After exploiting America, then
we'll 60 to Europe; then to Asia; then to Africa. Millions
in il, millions in it." Thus enthused John T.. Raymond.
Comedians are rare birds, be it known. Like poets they are
born, not made. Prof. Green is a comedian. If his serious
self is as fertile and as prolific as his funny self, then the COM
bination could hardly be beat" His quips, his pranks, his
gibes revolved around the Interrogation point? Why? At
every turn in life the eternal why confronts us, and fool
ish questions are asked of us, daily, hourly, momentarily.
Like the eternal feminine, the professor intimated, the etern-
al why is ever with us, and really is at the base of all
prosress-a1l enlightenment. Babes ask questions and never
forget to keep up the habit during a busy life. Why, oh,
why? Why, whence and wherefore? Everybody surely
dreamed of interrogation points that Commencement night
And now, "our Joy, though last not least" came the
great desideratum-the browning glory of the Commence
ment scenes, when Sherman 7. Dowler, president of the
board of education, after a few crisp Introductory remarks,
proceeded to gracefully pass to each worthy grad, the
coveted sheepskin roll, and the big American beauty bou-
quets began one by one to move almost at the same in
slant, keeping pace with President Dowler's advance of the
parchnents.
The Glee Club now rendered that militant air: Wen
Never let our Old Flag Fall" Note the charming allitera-
ton of the words. This beautiful and patriotic song furn-
ished a perfect finale to the most successful, the most spec
tacu1aA High School Commencement ever held in the City
of Wildwood, and there have been many, beginning back in