Hartford Public High School - Classbook Yearbook (Hartford, CT)

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THE CHRONICLE 263 Hartford a grand treat. From this picture you will rightly conclude that the Sophomore girls in their trim middy blouses and the boys in their neat white uniforms were no inconspicuous part of the perform- ers, and that they won the gratitude of all the spectators for having made possible such an exhibition. Statistics and our beloved movies show that our musicians continued faithful in their work. Time and again did the walls of this hall and likewise those of Unity Hall vibrate in fear and trembling because of the sounds produced by our class. Appreciating the fact that the success of the previous choir concert was due to our impetus, which caused it to be held in Foot Guard Hall, Mr. Baldwin decreed that the one of 1912 be given there also. This likewise was a success, for the choir was again pillared by our Caruso and thrush-like voices. To convince you that we were not devoting our time exclusively to athletics and music, we refer you to various numbers of The Chronicle. VVithin their valuable pages you will find no less than six articles con- tributed by members of our class, all good, sensible stories,-not a lot of nonsense about babbling brooks, lulling breezes, murmuringpines, and that stuff. And when we assembled in the Hall in june to have marks dished out to some of us, canned for others, the principal wore a smile, a brand new one. He was satisfied. Part II, ladies and gentlemen, will follow immediately. NVe will open our junior year with a little vaudeville. Lots hap- pened to us those days. Right off the reel, something grand came along. You see, our girls had become. wondrously pretty-such beautiful specimens of humanity that it was decided to give a play entitled, The College Hero, in order to show the good people of Hartford a sample of our class. We all know the results-how bril- liant and showy everything was, especially the paint and powder that refused to be washed off the next morning. Now you may not believe me, but our class had lots of nerve those days. One little instance will suffice. There was a track meet held in the Armory. Our class entered two half-milers, speedy as the styles of the day. Well, the events we11t off in fine shape that evening. At last came time for the half-mile. Now here's the nervy part. The entries take position, but our two are missing. In a second the race starts. Boys, where are you? Alas, the race is over. A reconnoiter- ing party is sent out. Fear arises in every Junior's heart that our men have been kidnapped. But lo, they are found-found in the dressing- room-fast asleep. 2' 2 . ..4l

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262 THE CHRONICLE of our High School course as Principal Emeritus. His resignation is not to be thrown upon the screen, for we have resolved not to recall vividly any sad recollection. And now, friends, you behold us migrat- ing in June, lflll, from the Freshman Class into the Sophomore Class. So far our record has been most praiseworthy. How time flies! One year has passed, again September rolls around. Wle enter upon our second year a triHe self-conscious, yet self-confident. XVe should have been dauntless even if the number of rather antagonistic upper classmen had not been decreased by gradua- tion, and even if we had not had the experiences of Freshman life to guide us. Now the roll is being called: Miss Frazzle? Left High School to go to work in a millinery store. Mr. Green? Clerk in a paint shop. Mr. Pompadour? At work trying to learn the barber's trade. And thus we learn that our numbers have dwindled from six hundred and fifty-eight to three hundred and ninety-five. Noble souls! They have all left us to aid some other in his need. What a sacrifice! And as their dear faces pass from us forever, Trinity Field appears. Doubtless you have already surmised the cause of the downcast looks which those Freshmen are wearing. No wonder they are glum, foriwe have just trimmed them right soundly in the annual meet, as we did in the annual Hag-rush, which was again restored. Still we pass on. Inasmuch as the football field at New Britain was a veritable mud puddle, the moving picture man couldn't include it in his reel. Never- theless, it is worthy of mention that four Sophomores played on the team that went down to defeat before our dear friends. And just think! One of those four was captain, and all the points scored for the H. P. H. S. were by a Soph. But let us have a little vaudeville. That winter four of our men made hair fly in the Y. M. C. A. VVhy, they could shoot baskets from all angles and positions. And when it came to hockey, I declare, they were as good at that as at hookey, five Sophomores eating up everything that came into sight. But then, that was nothing extraordinary for this illustrious class, any more than the fact that in the good old summertime six of our boys led the baseball squad on to victory after victory. Thus we had a majority on almost every team, and really might have had more had it not been for such nuisances as marks and demerits. But we almost forgot our movies. Because of the recognized athletic ability of the third classmen, it was decided to revive the annual gymnasium exhibitions, thus giving

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L 264 Tllli CHRONICLIQ Yes, this scene is the same old Trinity Field where we triumphed over the Freshmen. Those six husky chaps, the real life of the football team, are juniors. You all know what a wonderful game they put up against New Britain, scoring all of the thirteen points and losing by a measly one. Again the captain was from our numbers, and to help matters along we contributed four subs and ten men to the second squad. VVe wish to apologize for this next picture, for parts are very in- distinct. It is of the outdoor track team. Five of the men show up quite clearly, but those nine blurs are junior members. So speedy were they in their movements that no moving picture man could snap them. And we feel quite certain that if we were to show the hockey team, our three puck artists would be equally indistinct, and likewise our two men on the relay, four, including the captain on the indoor track. These are times of monopolies, ladies and gentlemen. To be in fashion, the basketball team was such a monopoly of Juniors. Four of our members, the captain and the sub made up the combination, and a wonderful quintet it was too. Yes, and the baseball team was almost a monopoly, for no less than eight of our boys wielded the clubs that brought victory after victory to the school. And besides, for a novelty, we owned the manager of the tennis team. If at all egotis- tically inclined, we might well gloat over three captains and one manager in our junior year. . My friends, you should have heard the Mandolin Clubs that year. The leader of the boys was a junior, as was true of the girls. And the noises that the ten 1914 members of the latter could originate would put a German band in the shade forever. Something else happened unknown before. A junior girl was elected president of the Glee Club. And when it comes to speaking, why, old lady gossips were not in it with those four members we had in the Batterson Prize Debate, one of whom carried off the second prize. And all that time the literary end of the class, now becoming very illustrious indeed, was busy with the quill, contributing, in all, fifteen excellent articles to The Chronicle, as well as lending a helping hand to the Owl Annual in its search for extraordinary material. It would be treason to the class to close the records of this year without showing this scene of the H. P. H. S. Field Day. For the second consecutive year we came out on top of the pile, for the second