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

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266 I THE CHRONICLE tcm. Yet perhaps those unfortunates who had to count and recount and count again the thousands of votes think we were anything but fair. But we have come to the last scene. Do you recognize it? For the benefit of the ignorant few, I will say it is Bond's Hotel. Well do we remember the first annual banquet given by the High School Club, formed through our influence, to promote clean speech, clean living, clean athletics. But watch! Did you see all of those boys pick up the legs of spring chicken and eat, yes, right off the bone? The lights went off then, just for a minute, you know, but as true Yankees they took advantage of the opportunity. Alas, the reel is ended. The last scene of our High School life has passed. Only the future lies before us. VVe have zealously labored to depict our deeds upon this screen, which even now some of you probably consider an hallucination. With remarkable veracity we have shown you our mistakes as well as our successes. Knowing this to be a strictly truthful account, for a camera does not falsify, you will unquestionably believe this stupen- dous array of facts. Indeed, this photo-drama has increased beyond all bounds the pride, the fondness we have hitherto felt toward the indestructible unity of our members. VVhat you have seen this after- noon is the story of our four short years in this school, and what you have seen will fully convince you that history is still being made in Hartford. You must agree, we feel sure, that future historians will be unable to record our achievements. Incapacitated by our lack of prophetic blood, however, we shall not attempt to picture our inevi- table glorious future. Instead, we shall leave that pleasant task to our more fortunate colleagues, whose foresight will enable you to see be- yond the veil which now blinds. CDLGA L. SwENsoN, M.xRsILxI.I. O. LANPIIEAR. THE PROPHECY s OU may have heard of the newest method of securing an edu- cation. It consists of a skillful surgical operation. This ' method has long had a certain limited application, but it has now been placed within the reach of all who without it would be hope-

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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

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THE CHRONICLE 267 less. The surgeon makes an opening in the skull of the bone-head and produces the desired convolutions in the brain passages. After the once unfortunate has recovered from the operation-oh, lucky man-he has a complete education without the trouble of an hour's study. Believe it or not, as you like, but recently I underwent such an operation. VVhile under the influence of the ether, I had a most peculiar dream. Ye gods! There, in all its ravishing magnificence, lay the famil- iar outlook of Spruce Street. To crown its beauty, the temporary wooden station, erected ten years before, stood in shining splendor. Questioning Isabel Barry and Clara Grannis, who were passing by, as to this phenomenon, they informed me that the world-famed architect, Abraham Levin, had already designed a new station which was to be built of Helen Bryant's synthetic stone, but that Claffey was contractor for the work, which explained the fact that it was not yet begun. They also said that Leslie Tracy had been appointed commander of the Hartfordian fleet on the Park River and that Captain Leslie Hill had gone upstream in his motor boat, but had evidently gotten seriously in- volved in trying to work out his position by High School trigonometry as he had not since been heard from. My informants advised me to take lunch at the Hardluck Summer Resort run by Pallotti and Weg- man on the shore of this well-known watercourse. Suddenly my eye caught sight of the glaring poster, l924. The World's Fair in Hart- ford. Don't miss it if you are a Miss, a Mrs., or a Mister I Wonder- ing why I had not seen it before, the reason was apparent as Dot NValker was disappearing in the distance. Her brilliancy had blinded me. In haste to reach the Fair grounds, I boarded a cycle car whose Cyclonic virtues were soon displayed. Edwin Andrews was the reck- less driver of this flying machine and during the minute that I was in the car he told me that Corning Fountain needed another deer so Emily Cole had consented to take the place. Marjorie Lorentz and Mildred Lewis, who had always been enlightening, had been employed on a permanent contract to furnish the city with light. Elizabeth Rudolph and Esther Aronofsky had gone on a flying trip to Venus. .Ioe Foley was our latest Minister of Foreign Affairs to Podunk, and, most important information of all, that Mary Garrett had just opened a new studio in her attic. Soon the Fair grounds loomed in sight. The first obstruction 41