Easthampton High School - Echo Yearbook (Easthampton, MA)

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THE WRONG SUITCASE Edgar Johnson was a commuter. He travelled each day on the eight-o- clock train to New York. On tl1is particular day, January 6, 19- he got up at the same time as usual, shaved and went through the general morning routine He boarded the train and hurried down the aisle, shouldcring people aside, for there was a certain seat that he liked to occupy. It was the twelfth seat in the car. Today, however, it was taken for the first time in ten years. He was surprised and horrified since the only seat left was number thirteen. Edgar was very superstitious as most of us are, although very often we are ashamed to admit it. His pct superstition was the number thirteen. For the rest of the trip he was nervous and jumpy, expecting the train to be wrecked. Once or twice he glanced casually at the man who had taken his accustomed seat. The man seemed to be a foreigner although he could not pick out anything particu- larly foreign except the small Van Dyke beard which he wore. The train reached the city ten minutes late. In his haste, Edgar did a strange thing. He reached up to the baggage rack and took the foreigner's briefcase which looked very much like his. Neither of them noticed this and both were separated by the rush of the passengers for the platform. Edgar took the foreigner's briefcase to his office and the foreigner took Edgar's somewhere else. The foreigner was not seen in those parts afterwards, and Edgar never took the train to the city again. Upon arriving at his office he opened the briefcase and found out to his surprise that it was not his. He did not stop to look at its contents but put it in his desk intending to inquire later concerning its owner's whereabouts through the newspapers. Edgar did miss l1is briefcase, however, for it contained some valuable plans of a new invention which would revolutionize the revolver industry. Edgar did not go to work the next day because war was declared and since he was a reserve officer in the army, he went directly to the training camp. Three months later, he was killed in action. For twenty years his desk remained locked. Then one day the owner of the building found a tenant for the office. The janitor, an old white haired man, was sent up to clean out the desk. He opened the top drawer and there was the briefcase all covered with dust, just as it had been for twenty years. The janitor's curiosity was aroused. He opened it, and with trembling hands lifted up a packet of papers with the inscription, The treaty of peace to be presented to England. The old man looked at it a rnonment and then gazed ahead with unseeing eyes. MSO that was why hc had been dismissed from the diplomatic service! He never could understand this, and now he knew. He had given the gun plans instead of the treaty! FRANKLIN lh'lITLLALY '36 twenty-three

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the rear, a1.1l gazed at the vision, it made me feel as though it were a place of worship, like a church. Another was the Lincoln Memorial, the building is beautiful, but the statue is what really impressed me. Its magnificence and power are great, and it is hard to believe that a statue could have such a life- like expression. Coming home made me feel quite sad, I didn't seem to Want to leave all this that was so thrilling, and, on my way home, I thought what a perfectly beautiful city Washington was, and how proud I was to have visited it. HELEN WROBLESKI '35 LOCAL BOY MAKES GOOD Tom lived in a lonely mountain farming village. He longed for more learn- ing, oh, how he longed for itl But, as far as he could see, there was no way of obtaining the money necessary for books and transportation to the nearest high school. He had gone as far as possible in the village school, and his father opposed him in further education. What do you want with learnin'? You're only goin' to be a farmer. I never needed much education! Tom had earned a little money by helpi-ng a man in the village store for a few weeks, but his father had used it on the farm. He was in despair. Most of all, he wanted to draw. His fingers just itched to draw, but his father for- bade it. One day, a newcomer came to the village. The news leaked out that he was one of them artist fellers and wanted a boy to carry his things and generally assist him in his work. Overjoyed, Tom went to see the man, landed the job, and started work, defying his father. The artist taught him a little about drawing and painting, only increasing his desire to learn more. Because he had earned a small salary. Tom determined to go to high school in the fall. He had saved up enough to buy an old Ford and planned to use that in his trips back and forth on week-ends. He would stay in the house of friends during the school week, doing chores for his board. IVhen everything was set- tled, he went to talk to his friend, the artist, who advised him as to what sub- jects to take. Among them was art. One thing however still worried Tom, and that was, 'tIVhat about next year? But the artist stayed all year round and promised to let Tom work for him in the summer. On his first day at school, Tom felt shy and countrified, but he soon got over that and his teachers remarked how well he painted. So things went on, till he had finished high school. Now what was he to do? He wished to go to college and art school. Again he went to his artist friend, who said he would lend him the money to see him through college. This boy became a great artist, respected by all people, but he never found a friend he was more fond of than the artist who gave him his start. Nor did he forget the little high school where he had first learned what it is to be praised. Donomr MERMCK '38 twenty-two

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CLASS SONG 1935 Tune-'tFlow Gently Sweet Aftonl' lst. Verse- We hail thee Easthampton and sing thy high praise, With loyal devotion rememblring the days, When proudly we sought thee, thy children to be, Cheers for you, oh Easthampton, For ever with thee. 2nd. Verse- Since pilgrims of learning we entered thy halls, And found dearest comrades, ,mid thy classic walls, We've honored and loved thee as kin, faithfully, Cheers for you, oh Easthampton, From the class of f'35. HENRIETTA STAWARZ EARL MULLEN 'l935 CLASS HISTORY Let us take a few minutes on this Call Day to review the four years in high school that we have spent together. With the diplomas that we received in June, 1931, as tickets, on a fine September afternoon, we boarded the train that was to take us through the country called 'tHigh School Educationfl After four years we are scheduled to stop at the city, t'Graduation where, with diplomas as steamship tickets, we are going to board the ship 'tLife that will sail on the sea, f'World . In 1931, we took the Freshman Special. Each took his choice of a coach, the t'Classical, 'tGeneral,l' HTechnical,'l or 'tCommercial. For the year, we elected the following officers: Engineer, John Potasky, Fireman, Eleanor Healy, and Reporter, Marion Dragon. We chose Miss Myrtle Denny for our Chaperone. We had a quiet year and no social affairs. Some got tired of the trip, before long, and got off. Fine c.ourses of study were served by the faculty, not only during the first year, but every year, as well. Before we knew it, we arrived at the first terminal, HVacation.l' Here we were transferred to another train upon payment of fifteen credits. Those who did not have the credits, remained behind. The train we now boarded was the Sophomore Special . Our officers for the year were: Engineer, Donald LaCroix, Fireman, Adeline Sliz, Conductor, Dorothea Pomeroy, and Reporter, Dorothy Mengel. Mr. Raymond LaForce was our Chaperon. This year, like the preceding one, was uneventful. Upon reaching the second terminal, we were again transferred. This time, the 'fJunior Specialu was our train. We elected the following offic- ers: Engineer, Francis Hadro, Fireman, Adeline Slizg Conductor, Edward Hadro, and Reporter, Rita Powers. We have greatly benefited by choosing Miss Marion twenty-four ,