Technical High School - Tech Tiger Yearbook (Springfield, MA)

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Seventeenth: Kenneth Carlon leaves his continuously over-worked cud of chewing gum to Doris Hanaway. Eighteenth: Stuart Cowles bestows his good looks on Bud Fisher as the most deserving heir. Nineteenth: Leo Malconian leaves to Dorothy Powell his first-class marcel which we all know will be greatly appreciated. Twentieth: Raymond Sacenti leaves his well known musical talent to Chester McCallum. Twenty-first: To the future and the haven of completed labors, we leave the faculty. Twenty-second: To the III B's, the best of luck in holding Room 23 the rest of their sojourn at Tech. Signed, Class of February, 1924 Sworn to before us, the legal advisers of the class of February, 1924, and set with the seal of the Commonwealth of Massachusetts, this sixteenth day of January, the year of our Lord, one thousand nine hundred and twenty four. MAE HUTCHINSON EDWARD G. ROUNDS my THE TECH TIGER

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Last Will and Testament of the Class of 1924 To whom it may concern: We, the class of February, 1924, of the Technical High School in the City of Springfield, County of Hampden, and the Commonwealth of Massa- chusetts, being of sound mind and memory, do hereby record our last mortal wishes and bequests. It is our purpose so to dispose of our various chattels that each may go to the one who gives promise of being the most worthy heir. First: We hereby appoint Mr. Brown and Mr. Hutchinson our execu- tors. Second: Donald Tufts bequeaths his oratorical ability and his heavy hand of discipline at class meetings to Robert Kershaw. Being a man of many accomplishments, he also leaves his French accent to Maurice Deleporte. Third: Helen Richards generously leaves a portion of her super- abundant mental power and intellectual ingenuity to Grace Felker. Fourth: Karlton Johnson divides his ever-present smile between Rosa- lind Ott and Dorothy Patterson. Fifth: Gerald Moore leaves his wise cracks and his ability to make himself a general nuisance to Joseph Buoniconti, who should be an able custodian of them. Sixth: Robert Towne and Spencer Read are showing their generous qualities by leaving some of their altitude to David Kasofsky whom we deem needy. Seventh: Lester Roberts bequeaths one of his pretty dimples to Charlie Mace and the other to Evelyn Neff. Eighth: Charlie Decater leaves his abounding superfluity of ambition to Evelyn Bradley. Ninth: Ednah Wade leaves her most prominent virtue, sentimen- tality, to Marjorie Rapp. Tenth: Harold Doolittle leaves his very frequent blushes and pre- tended bashfulness to Winston Mitchell. Eleventh: Madge Clark leaves her much-in-evidence and much prized vanity case to Ann Sutherland. Twelfth: To Bob McHale, Wallace Biggart leaves his baby stare. Thirteen: Frasier Acker bequeaths his habit of arguing with teachers to alnydunderclassman desirous of making changes in modern educational met 0 s. Fourteenth: Lawrence Johnson drops his obtrusive habits on the carefree bobbed head of Ellice Black. Fifteenth: Allan Creed leaves his power to make known his approval and affection for himself to anyone desirous of his laurels. Sixteenth: John Hayes leaves his bluff to anyone who feels capable of keeping up the deception. L THE TECH TIGER f21j

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Class Prophecy The room was hot and stuffy.. The silence was broken only by the restless shuffiing of feet and our futile champing on our Eversharp ends. What were we to do? We were class prophets and yet we could not see into the future. At least there seemed no possible way. We were at a standstill-frustrated before we started. You can easily imagine our fix. We finally had hit upon the desperate scheme of having one of us hyp- notized and having his spirit communicate with the other prophet. We decided to shoot it out with dice to see who should gain the doubtful honor of playing the spirit role. We were shooting even, and to get out of our dilemma we decided that the best way to be would be to use the Ouija board. We had taken it down from the shelf and were about to commune with the spirits. Suddenly our task was interrupted. Bang! Bang! went the door as someone knocked insistantly for ad- mittance. Come in, cried we, with jaded voices. The door was thrust open and there entered Bob Towne. He plunged right into the subject of his call. Well, boys, he said, I understand you're the prophets. I suppose you're having some difficulty working up something realistic ? We admitted that such was the case. Very well, , he continued. I am going to lay at your disposal a device which will open the vistas of time to your eyes not merely for a few decades, but for centuries. We fell on his neck with whoops of joy, and eagerly begged him to lead us to this wonder-working bit of mechanism. Nothing loath, he led the way to Mr. Goodrich's laboratory where the invention, which he modestly admitted was his brain child, was sheltered. Pulling aside the canvas that covered it, he revealed its intricacies to us. To our untechnical eyes it looked like nothing more than an enlarged stovepipe hitched to a generator. Bob told us that the machine was in- tended to be used to project lightning bolts into space. He, however, had obtained more speed by greasing the lightning. Each lightning streak was fitted out with controls to regulate the speed and direction. If pas- sengers were to be carried by the lightning, seats and provisions could be added, but these were hardly necessary, so fast was the streak. He said that in numerous experiments he had journeyed a million years into the future so much faster than time was this strange vehicle. By this time we were all eagerness and demanded that he immediately fit us out for a ride. Accordingly, he started in to cover us with a coating of axle grease to cut down the resistance of the air. He then smeared the nozzle of the gun with petroleum jelly to give the streak the necessary slippgriness. He then told us to creep out on the window ledge from which the nozzle was pointed and instructed us to jump when we heard a faint click, and to grab hold of the straps provided on the lightning for this pur- pose. We could then pull ourselves up on the streak at our convenience. D With these instructions in mind we strained our ears. We heard a click-we jumped. We sailed through space for what seemed an eternity until we saw the lightning streak issue from the mouth of the cannon. We immediately grabbed hold of the strapsiand pulled ourselves up. The earth flashed beneath us at an incredible rate of speed. Truly we were piercing the veil of futurity. We looked at the dial and saw that THE TECH TIGER 5239