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

Page 26 text:

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

Page 25 text:

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

Page 27 text:

THE CHRONICLE 265 consecutive time one of our number held the Best Athlete's Cup-a record that has not been equalled since the cup was offered. And be- sides, our class held the Indoor Track record for the H. P. H. S. in the running broad jump and quarter-mile relay. NVell may' we boast of our accomplishments in our junior year. Every dog has his day, says an old adage. VVell, ours began in September, l9l3, when we came back to our old Alma Mater as Seniors, pompous, self-important Seniors, and has lasted until now. Unimpaired by the battle of exams, we returned an united body, de- termined to make a record never before equalled. After years of tiresome study, philosophers have rightly concluded that Seniors are so very high-flown that they desist from athletics, and take more to literary work, debating clubs, and music. But as an exception to prove the rule, we interested ourselves in all, for our deeds were not limited to thirty-two articles in The Chronicle, four members on the Batterson Prize Debate, leaders of the Mandolin Clubs. Far from it! Eight of our number were the foundation of an excellent football team, New Britain beat us 'T-0. However, we rest content, for Seniors scored as many points as all the other members together. But we will philosophize a little further. You all know how the government has been uprooting corpora- tions of late. I am grieved to say so, yet in some mysterious way, through exams, I fear, it found out about our basketball monopoly of the previous year. And as the government is ever ready in such a case with an effective remedy, two members quietly sank into ob- livion. Nevertheless, three of our number, including the captain, managed to cling together to fight for the honor of the school team. Surely you all recognize the scene of Elizabeth Park. What a very impressive appearance those four strapping Seniors lend to the hockey team! But the best is yet to come, the baseball squad. It is the pride of our hearts. just see those nine Seniors, all of whom made turf fly sliding down to third. But let us change to something a little more effeminate. You readily conclude that the scene is a parade, although I do admit everyone is out of step. It is Suffragette Day, a day of fame in Hartford, and incidentally a time that showed up our real worth. Among those thousands of women sufferers, you dis- tinguish only three Senior girls. A progressive class are we. Yes, and we are just also, for when it came to the class elections, we set aside all precedents, and resorted to the Australian ballot sys- ..d