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

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INTRODUCTION In the present day and age we hear a great deal about court and court proceedings. We have courts of justice, courts of appeals, Supreme Courts, and last of all courting, which, of course, we know nothing about. A good many years ago, King Arthur instituted among his knighted a brave man by tapping him on the shoulder with a the chief duty of the members was to right wrongs and do good throughout the world. Our class has taken delight in considering this school as the Court of Knowledge and ourselves as Knights and Ladies of it. The ceremony of knighting has always been an impressive 0116 since the time of chivalry. In days of old, the King knighted a brave man by tapping him on the shoulder with a sword. Tonight is the time for the knighting of the members of our Court. In this democratic country, we must use a cere- mony entirely our own. The Court of Knowledge assembled around its Long Table, therefore, decided that each one should rise and read his or her title, to the high dignitaries of our court, who have already passed on the fitness of each to under- take the new duties. Thus shall we assume our names of Knights and Ladies. CLASS HISTORY ' Four years have the members of our class passed in the East Hartford High School, our Court of Knowledge, prepar- ing to go out into the wider world of college or business. Here we have grown up to be worthy Knights and Ladies winning many struggles which will help us in our future lives. Of course we do admit that we have committed many errors, but, as each year has erased a few of our faults, we are now ready to start out with a good record. For this we owe a great deal to our teachers, who have so willingly helped us over the diffi- cult places. To-night we are gathered for the last time around this Long Table. We are looking forward to the future, but we are leaving this Court of Knowledge very reluctantly. Often in the days to come our thoughts will fly back, even though we are not here in person, to the happy hours of work and play which we spent here. The first year we were called, very appropriately, the Freshmen, because of our greenness. In our ignorance We even braved the wrath of our superiors by asking the location of the various court rooms. Soon, however, we knew where they were so well that we could have found them in our sleep. The Green Flag was continually waving over our barracks in spite of our struggles to substitute an emblem of Blue and White, the reward which would be given to us if we conquered our greenness. 26 K1

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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

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To do this we attended all the games which the teams of the Court of Knowledge played with those of other Courts, were staunch supporters of all the plays which our superiors staged, and worked hard at our lessons. In January we had succeeded. Having gained the privilege to wear the colors, we started on our second year. Then we were known as Sophomores. We had lost all our former modesty and bashfulness and were as happy-go-lucky creatures as Sophomores should be. This year we were working hard for honors in our studies, which no person aspiring to be a knight can be without. Because we felt very much superior to the freshies who had just entered the Court of Knowledge, we lost no chances to make fun of them. Several of our class belonged to the athletic teams, and the rest of us loyally supported them. The excellent work done by our classmates brought great honors to our class. In our third year we also had a set goal to reach. Our aim was to belong to as many societies as possible and, in the meantime, to keep up our studies. Some joined the Court Glee Club, and greatly improved it by tunefully blending their rich, mellow voices with the rest. The girls also belonged to the Alpha Gamma Epsilon and the boys to the Hi-Y. Those of us who did not play on the teams were always at hand to cheer our players on to victory. Our class gradually was growing smaller. We missed those who left our ranks, but were saddened especially by the death of one classmate. It was during our summer vacation that William Condon died after an operation for appendicitis. We felt deeply the loss of our companion. After three years of pleasure and profit were finished, we were called Dignified Seniors, and all were working hard for graduation, or the titles of Knights and Ladies. Again, many of our class belonged to the football and the basketball teams. One of our companions was sent out into the world to visit the abode of Merlin and to bring back news of our future fortunes when we would go out into the world. Our class staged a play and had a cake sale. The returns were to help defray the ex- penses of the knighting. Thus the year moved smoothly and eventfully around, and we are gathered for the last time at the Long Table in our Court of Knowledge. We are very near our goal, and I am sure we are all worthy of being Knights and Ladies. In the future as we ride forth into the wide, wise world we shall always remember this last happy gathering of the January Class of 1927. H. HANCOCK. 27