Easthampton High School - Echo Yearbook (Easthampton, MA)

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Zin illlemuriam Friends and Alumni of E. H. S. greatly mourn the passing of MRS. GEORGE MUNN, who died at her home March 23, 1934. Susie Bosworth Munn was born in Easthampton 1866, graduated from E. H. S. in 1883 and entered Smith College in the class of 1888. Mrs. Munn's high school career was marked by fine school spirit and she will always be looked upon as an inspiration to all young people ac- quainted with her. Townspeople will always remember her for her untiring service and as a faithful, sympathetic friend. It's sharing sorrow and work and mirth, And making better this good old earth, It's serving and striving through strain and stress, It's doing her noblest, that is success. E. H. S. ALUMNI ASSOCIATION-1933-1934 The annual meeting was held on June 30, 1933, in the form of a garden party, at the home of Miss Alice Alvord. The following officers were elected: President, Miss Alvordg Vice-President, Mrs. Alice Clair, Secretary, Miss Susan Kilburn, Treasurer, Miss Nora Connery, Executive Committee, Theodore Czaykoski, Helen Andrus, Bertha Czaykoski, Leonard Lawler. Voted: That the various members of classes who were present should act as a committee and get in touch with the members of their respective classes, in an effort to decide whether the classes concerned would be willing to turn the bal- ance of their bank accounts over to the Alumni Association or would wish to dis- pose of tl1e money in some other way. This request was made by the retiring president, since the Easthampton Savings Bank would like to have these ac- counts closed. A buffet lunch was served and the meeting closed with a social hour in the garden. Plans for the June 1934 meeting are under way. The date is June 29, and the place, the High School. The nominating committee consists of Miss Dorothea Dower, Miss Lou Lyman, and Miss Margaret Murray. A short entertainment and dancing will follow the business meeting. All alumni of E. H. S. are cord- ially invited to be present. Join the association if you can, but come and renew old friendships and revive memories of high school days. Forty-three

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ALUMNI NEWS ebLnL. Forty-two il 11 illll 2 m u r 1 a In LOUISE JEANETTE LYMAN '29, after a brief illness, passed quiety into everlasting rest on December 14, 1933. Modest and retiring in disposition, thoughtful and obliging in expression, she revealed the genuine- ness of her inner spiritual life. Her active interest in several community organizations showed marked ability for leadership which was denied further development by her untimely death. Besides members of the family and relatives, Louise left a large eirele of friends to mourn her death. 'filed of the living, in whose eyes Unveiled thy whole creation lies! All souls are thine, we must not say That those are dead who pass away, From this our world of flesh set free, We know them living unto theef' 3111 Hlvmnriam FRANCIS PARDA 1929-1933 lVhat use are words when one of us Has east aside the cloak of earthly life? What words, what song, endear his memory might? Not words of praise nor songs of glory. But thoughts of love and bonds of friendship, The sweetest standards of human kinship. These, above all, our friend possessed For these his memory will be pressed Close to our hearts, which, because they are mute, Silently and lovingly pay him this tribute. Member of Class of '33,

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TO THE NEW ALUMNI FROM AN OLD ONE Letter from Edmund Zawacki, E. H. S. '25, He has been studying for his doctorls degree at the University of Warsaw. I trust that the Echo will find room in the alumni section for a few words of mine addressed primarily to the new graduates. What I want to do, if I can, is by one or two touches point out what in Poland has struck me as being of particular value to young Americans about to enter college. I don't want to talk abstractly about culture, traditions, ideals, nor any of those convenient hobby horses which, ridden in the abstract, really get you nowhere. I do want to touch upon them concretely, however. A contrast of what Americans and Poles value most and are proud of, will perhaps show what I mean by a concrete touch on tradition. If the Empire State Building should burn down tomorrow, what would happen? We Americans in one voice would answer that even before the ashes were cool, we'd be at work building a bigger and better one, and in a year it would be up towering among the clouds. Europe envies us this pep and go, it's specifically Americang no other nation has it as we have. As I stood once in the market place of Cracow looking at the twin steeples of St. Maryis, the Westminster Abbey of Poland, the thought ran through my head, What if it should burn down, would it be rebuilt? Here is the very crux of the difference between the Empire State Building and this church: No, it would never be rebuilt. It could never be. Each brick in its walls, each weather and time worn cobble stone before its portal is a rosary bead hallowed with prayer and love. Hearts have been cemented into that building with stuff more binding than mortar. If it burned down, no architect, no engineer could even put back what Copernicus, Chopin, Kosciusko and other great Polish names have built into it. It is a symbol. Some of us Americans, deep down, envy the Pole a little in that he has something stable that stands as a living link with the past. Though the hejnal trumpcted from the taller tower is now caught in a microphone and broadcast all over the world, being Cracow's station call, it is still the same call that broke off with the trumpeter's life when a Tartar arrow lodged in his throat. Each hour the Cracovian hears it, each hour he is reminded of noble deeds, and in the midst of much that is noisy, and cheap, and temporary, St. Mary's stands solemn and beautiful, appealing eloquently for the unchanging things of the past. We students in America, as I have discovered in myself during many inter- esting conversations with Polish university men, lack that concrete vital link with what is changeless in human nature. We are wide awake to the wisdom of the age, but hopelessly ignorant and scornful of that of the ages. Long, long ago it was Solomon, I think, who said, There is nothing new under the sun , many things that are old have lived so long because they are truths eternal in themselves, many new discoveries often turn out to be discarded falsehoods un- earthed again. Wc must discriminate. Forty-four