East Hartford High School - Janus Yearbook (East Hartford, CT)

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SCHOOL SONG Tune: Lord Jeffrey Amherst Let us sing the praises of East Hartford High we love so dear, We will laud her heroes of the field and track, The remembrances of the four years we've spent together here Will shine brightly when thoughts turn back. Wealth cannot measure all we gain from her nor time deny That these four years are not in vain. So give a cheer, a rousing cheer, for dear East Hartford High And to her will our loyalty remain. Oh-h-h East Hartford, East Hartford, 'Tis a name full of fame as in the days of yore, May it ever prove more glorious 'Till the sun shall climb the heavens no more. CLASS POEM We entered here as graduates From lower grades of school To advance ourselves in knowledge, But not to over-rule. Through our four years of study It was our constant aim To reach an ever higher goal ' That would lead on to fame. We're now to leave you, teachers, having Learned what you have taught, But first we want to thank you all For the knowledge that we sought. And now our class of '27 Of the East Hartford High Will leave this school with high ideals, For higher ones to try. And as we say adieu to you We know your wish will be, God bless you all-the best of luck And great prosperity. To those of you who take our place, To each and every one We wish the very best of luck, And the success that we have won. CLARA CROSBY. Tune: The Quilting Party 1. It is here that we are gathered In the school we love so dear, Now it is for us to bid farewell To the happy days spent here. Chorus: To the happy days spent here, To the happy days spent here, Now it is for us to bid farewell To the happy days spent here. 24

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Vision of Sir Launfal, a poem by James Russell Lowell, tell- ing how a knight of King Arthur's court sought a cup seen in a vision. However, people will say Times have changed, the age of miracles is past. Unfortunately so. But although we may not have a material vision guiding us, somewhere in our minds are stored up pictures of future success. That is our vision! With it we can succeed. We have a set goal and we will reach it for it is already gained in our minds. We have proof of this in the life of Abraham Lincoln, who , having a vision of the United States as a great republic to guide him, struggled and worked to preserve the Union. A more recent instance is that of Commander Richard E. Byrd, first to reach the North Pole by air, who probably had in his own imagination conquered the polar air regions many times before the actual event. If the objectives of this senior class could be collected in a composite picture, I believe we would have something both strange and interesting. Here, perhaps, we would see a great surgeon, an engineer, a lawyer, and many successful business men and women. No matter what the vision, I think success is bound to come when we' have the mental picture to guide us on. Tonight we wish to welcome the parents, teachers, and friends, who have thus far helped prepare us for our life work. I imagine that they too have visions, not of themselves, but of us as successful business men and women. The best way to repay them for their interest in us, I believe, is to bring about the materialization of their visions. JAMES FORBES. 23

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il 2. We go forth to face life's problems, And we go without a fear, N ow it is for us to bid farewell To the happy days spent here. Chorus: To the happy days spent here, To the happy days spent here, Now it is for us to bid farewell To the happy days spent here. CLARA CROSBY Tune: Cherie, I Love You We're here to say good-bye, Dear old East Hartford High, We want to tell you we love you so: We can't pretend that we don't, you know. We shall try to acquire Feature we most admire. We don't desire to bid you good-bye. But we have to, East Hartford High, We don't desire to bid you good-bye, But we have to, East Hartford High. CLARA CROSBY Tune :' Bye, Bye, Blackbird Out into the world you know Here we go, singing low Bye, Bye, High School- Although we shall ne'er forget That we owe you a debt Bye, Bye, High School- All the joys and woes that we have shared, For our life work, us they have prepared To the dear East Hartford High We must now bid good-bye, High School, Bye-Bye. CLARA CROSBY. 25