Agawam High School - Sachem Yearbook (Agawam, MA)

Text from Pages 1 - 28 of the 1927 volume:

CLASS OF AGAWAM HIGH SCHOOL AGAWAM MASSACHUSETTS Class Motto Non nobis sed omnibus Grace Pond, President Lawrence Houlahan, Pice-President Audrey Phillips, Secretary Paul Ferrarini, Treasurer Glass (§°ng School days are over, Parting days are near. We’ll always remember Sunny days here. We will be parted With many a weary sigh, Always remembering Days at Agawam High. Classmates, we’ll scatter ’Long the walks of Life, There battling ’mongst others Long days of strife. They will look brighter With memories gone by, Happy days always Spent at Agawam High. l onls and music by DORIS StedMAN The 'Pond-Ekberg (ompanyy 'Printers Edith I. Bessette “Edie” Girls’ Glee Club i, 2, 3, 4; Hockey Squad 4; Cheer Leader 4; “The Charm School” 4; “The Windmills of Holland” 4; Alpha Beta Gamma. “Better late than never” Marion F. Blair Two 70-word typing awards; Alpha Beta Gamma. “At my fingers’ end” Vivian M. Brown 44 I) • Hr em'me Girls’ Glee Club 1, 2, 3, 4; “A College Town” 2; “The Charm School” 4; Editor of Mirror 4; Winner of Lincoln Medal 4; Secretary of Alpha Beta Gamma; Class Poet; Pro Merito; Winner of 100-word Shorthand Transcription Test. And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew That one small head eould carry all she knew.” [3] Emily L. Burnett “Betty” Girls’ Glee Club 2, 3, 4; ‘‘Windmills of Hol- land” 4; Alpha Beta Gamma. “Curly Locks, Curly Locks, wilt thou be mine?” Paul B. Cesan “ P au lie” Class Secretary 1; Assistant Manager of Mirror 3; “The Charm School” 4; Commencement Ora- tion. “One lesson, Nature, let me learn of thee.” Irene R. Costa Girls’ Cilee Ciub 1, 2, 3, 4; “Windmills of Hol- land” 4; Basketball 2, 3; Hockey Squad 4; Alpha Beta Gamma. “Time hat not cropt the roses from your cheek.” [4] Evelyn B. Duclos r • Lyn Girls’ Glee Club i, 2, 3, 4; Orchestra 3, 4; “Windmills of Holland” 4; Vice-president of Alpha Beta Gamma. My fingers wandered idly over the noisy keys.” Paul V. Ferrarini “Pints” Class Treasurer 1, 2, 3, 4; Student Council 4; Football 2; “The Charm School” 4. So we’ll go no more a-roving So late into the night.” Mary F. Holmes “Bebe” Girls’ Glee Club 1, 3, 4; Mirror Staff 2, 3, 4; “Windmills of Holland” 4; “The Charm School” 4; Hockey Squad 4; Class Prophet. Come, and trip it as you go On the light fantastic toe.” Michael L. Houlahan “Mickey Class Vice-president 4; President of Student Council 4; The Charm School” 4; Basketball Manager 4; Baseball 3, 4; Football 3, 4. You’d scarce expect one of my age To speak in public on the stage.” Preston S. Leonard “Blue Eyes, “Cob, Ilam College Town” 2; Windmills of Holland” 4; The Charm School” 4; Football 3,4; Class Will. “All the world’s a stage.” Charlotte M. Lester Peggy Girls’ (Bee Club 2, 3. “Still waters run deep.” [6] Phyllis R. Letellier “Phil Class Secretary 2, 3; Girls’ Glee Club 1, 3, 4; “Windmills of Holland” 4; “The Charm School” 4; Junior Marshal for Senior Class 3; Hockey Squad 4; Alpha Beta Gamma. Her stature tall — I hate a dumpy woman.” Hazel M. Marsh “Marshie” Girls’ Glee Club 2, 3, 4; Orchestra 1, 4; Student Council 4; “A College Town” 2; Class Histor- ian; Alpha Beta Gamma; Pro Merito. “IV ondrous is the strength of cheerfulness” [7] Doris C. Phelps Peggy” Girls’ Glee Club 3, 4; “The Charm School” 4. “You shall sit on a cushion and sew a fine seam ” Audrey Phillips “Spud” Class Secretary 4; Treasurer of Athletic Associ- ation 4; Basketball 1, 2, 3, 4; Hockey Squad 4; Girls’ Glee Club 1, 2, 3, 4; “Windmills of Hol- land” 4. “Her every tone is music's own.” Grace F. Poxd “Pondie” Class President 4; Vice-president 3; Secretary of Student Council 4; Girls’ Glee Club 2, 3, 4; Athletic Council 3, 4; Basketball 1, 2, 3, 4; Hockey Manager 4. “Alack! When once our Grace we have forgot, Nothing goes right: we would, And we would not ” re Dorothy M. Skinner Teddy Class Vice-president i, 2; Girls’ Glee Club 1, 2, 3, 4; Treasurer of Athletic Association 3; Bas- ketball 1, 2, 3, 4; Hockey Squad 4; “Windmills of Holland” 4; “The Charm School” 4; Junior Marshal for Senior Class 3. “She is pretty to walk wit i, And witty to talk with, And pleasant, too, to think on.” Doris E. Stedman Steady Girls’ Glee Club 1, 3; Mirror Staff 4; General Science Notebook Prize 1; Class Song 4. “And every gesture dignity.” Vivian R. Vincelette Vi” Girls’ Glee Club 1, 2, 3, 4; “The Charm School” 4; Alpha Beta Gamma. “On with the dance! Let joy be unconfined.” [9] Rachel H. Ward “Ray” Girls’ Glee Club i, 2, 3, 4; “The Windmills of Holland” 4; “The Charm School” 4. “Her voice was ever soft, Gentle and low — an excellent thing in woman.” John White “Whitey” Football 2, 3, 4; Basketball 2. Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time” Ellen J. Worthington “Little One” Girls’ Glee Club 1, 2, 3, 4; “Windmills of Hol- land” 4; “The Charm School” 4. “Is she not passing fairf ” [10] Glass 3hClstory S %o you believe in premonitions? I am beginning to have such a € JL jL feeling, for in my Freshman year a little bird told me that I might ✓uK Jr. be elected “Class Historian.” I am sure you will be interested in it J) this Scrap Book which I have kept. You remember the morning we walked into the study hall and found Miss Jaucb our room teacher? Here is a picture of her up in the right hand corner (just like a star). She hasn’t changed much in the four years, in spite of the worry we gave her. And here are pictures of Irene Costa with her long, golden braids, and Preston Leonard in short trousers. Don’t they look cute? We won’t forget Mr. Pease, our English teacher. By the way, I sup- pose you have all heard of the announcement of his engagement? How real he made Ivanhoe to us! Do you suppose Ellen Worthington remembers how provoked she would get when Leonard called her Rebecca? And here are the pictures of our first class officers. Here’s Gordon Wallace as president, shining as he did for three years in that office. Here’s our Titian-haired “Dot” Skinner as vice-president, Paul Cesan as secretary, and Paul Ferrarini as treasurer. Both of the Pauls proved very capable at their offices. I am sorry you cannot see these pictures, but my explaining them may help bring back memory. On the page marked “December” arc the details of our Freshman Christmas party. Just see, here’s Consolati all dressed in kid’s clothes and playing the role of Baby Larry in the Birds’ Christmas Carol. Here is a picture of Mary Holmes as she looked with her long curls, playing the part of Carol Bird. This is the brief line about the party, “A good time was enjoyed by all.” Now for February, 1924, here is a paragraph. “We all took our mid- year exams. Being new at it, we hope that we made no terrible mistakes.” And for the rest of the year, “Nothing very important happened dur- ing the next few months. Then came graduation and we could picture our- selves marching up for our diplomas.” That was three years ago — and day after tomorrow the deed actually takes place. We enjoyed that first graduation because it was all so new to us and ours seemed so far away. This picture is of Miss Sanderson, pardon me, Mrs. Cole, our home room teacher, our second year. If we did get unruly at times, we hope she has forgiven us. We trust she has. This snapshot is of Miss Button, our English teacher. Among other tasks, she had us take notes and write themes. Here is an extract from one. “Standing in the woods, birds can be seen singing and chirping in all direc- tions.” 1 hen she tried to make poets of us. Remember Vivian Brown’s famous poem, “The Plane that Flew Around the World”? A very appropriate title now would be “The Plane that Flew to Paris.” We expect to see many of her poems published in a book called “Golden Gems” bv Brown. [ ] How well I remember those four intelligence tests we took in our Sophomore year. Here’s a clipping from the New York “Blatter” about them. “SOPHOMORE CLASS AT AGAWAM HIGH SCHOOL RATES AS HIGH AS COLLEGE FRESHMEN IN INTELLI- GENCE.” In this same year we realized through newspaper notoriety that mem- bers of our class were connected with celebrities. Here is a picture of the eclipse egg, owned by Edith Bessette’s grandfather. And here are the pup- pies which were so kindly treated by a hen, all of which were owned by Paul Cesan’s brother. All of these stories have been preserved for posterity in the Agawam Mirror of June, 1925. Here arc the class officers during this Sophomore year: Gordon Wal- lace, president; “Dot” Skinner, vice-president; Phyllis Letellier, secretary; and Paul Ferrarini, treasurer. In September, 1925, we came back, facing a hard year, one of hard studying as well as hard work in other affairs. In our Junior Class election Gordon Wallace was chosen president; Grace Pond, vice-president; Phyllis Letellier, secretary; and Paul Ferrarini, treasurer. It was at the beginning of this year that we welcomed Mr. Davenport as our new principal. So, of course, here is a picture of him. In May, 1926, our class shone. We were the first producers of a school cabaret. Needless to say, it was a great success. The idea originated with “Dot” Skinner. Here’s a picture of how the gymnasium looked all decorated as we had it. There’s Mr. and Mrs. Davenport with Mr. and M rs. Harmon Smith sitting at the table at the end, eating banana salads. May was the month of many important events, a gymnasium exhibi- tion at our school, and a typewriting contest conducted by the Connecticut Valley Commercial Teachers’Association at Springfield, which was attended by two members of our class — Marion Blair and Mildred Swarts. Then came the Junior Prom. That was the climax. What heated disputes we did have about the selling of ice cream! Had the ice cream been there, I am afraid it would have melted very quickly. The auditorium was prettily decorated with apple blossoms, laurel and toy balloons. At the end of the Junior year, Mr. Davenport announced in assembly that two of our class, Vivian Brown and Hazel Marsh, had been elected to the Pro Merito Society. After the close of the school year, we all journeyed to Congamond Lake for a picnic. Here’s a picture of Preston Leonard trying to be funny, as usual, and falling into the water instead of landing, as he should have done, in the boat he was pushing out. I can remember his saying, “Just heft that sweater. Heavy, isn’t it?” We were tired when we got home, but we had had a wonderful time in spite of the weather — it rained in the afternoon. We were very grateful to Mr. Duclos, Evelyn’s father, for the use of his garage as a girls’ dressing room. Then we all separated to meet again as the Class of 1927 in a Senior year. Fittingly at the beginning of the account of our Senior year is a photo- graph of Miss Smith, who was also our guide during our Junior year. And here is a picture of the Senior class officers: Grace Pond, president; Law- [12] rence Houlahan, vice-president; Audrey Phillips, secretary; and Paul Fer- rarini, treasurer. In the operetta, “Windmills of Holland,” many of our talented class- mates were given prominent parts, in which they covered themselves with glory. Preston Leonard, as Hans Hertogenbosch, in his band selection, and the vocal duet by Emily Burnett and Audrey Phillips, have been recorded by the “Howler” Recording Company and now are sold at Woolworth’s Five Ten Cent Store. Here are the records. The next event of much importance was the Senior-Junior Kid party. It was hard to play the part of kids, but we did manage to dispose of some of our dignity with the help of lollypops and funny caps. Here’s a flash- light of Paul Ferrarini dressed as Santa, coming in the gym window. Some of our class are naturally gifted with a sense of humor of which they are totally unconscious, especially when making such remarks as these: Ferrarini declares, “All slaves born at the age of 25 will be free,” while Doris Stedman asserts, “At this time both Lincoln and Douglass were run- ning for a seat in Congress.” There must have been a crowded house! Vivian Brown declares, in French class, “She had flaxen eyebrows almost black.” What color do you call it? Perhaps our sense of humor has been increased by our English instruc- tor for she remarked one day, when discussing Johnson and his wife, “Mrs. Johnson had children old enough to be her sons.” By the way, our class will always regret that we couldn’t get out to Mabel Johnson’s place to see that old heifer she writes about. Here’s a picture of the cast of our Senior play, “The Charm School.” See Houlahan in the front row as the leading man. He surely showed us how to handle the unruly bunch of girls made up of Edith, Doris, Rachel, Ellen, and the two Vivians. We can hardly blame Phyllis Letellier, our leading lady, for falling for the Greek god. We won’t forget Dorothy Skin- ner and her “Isn’t that stupid of me?”, and Mary Holmes with her unusual dignity. Houlahan was well supported by Preston, the noisy young lawyer; Frank Consolati, the frivolous dancing teacher; Ccsan, the love-sick account- ant; and Paul Ferrarini, the man behind the moustache. And now for the Prom. We were the honored guests of the Juniors. Here’s a snapshot of the tastefully decorated stage. To the typewriting and shorthand contest Marion Blair, Vivian Brown, Caroline Cascella, and Hazel Marsh carried the name of Agawam. This contest was held by the Connecticut Valley Commercial Teachers’ Association at Brattlehoro, Vermont (Miss Button’s state). We note she started to learn to typewrite in September. Maybe she had visions of a free trip to her native state. We understand she has reached the speed of fifteen words per minute. This is our Class Day book with a beautiful copy of our school ring on the cover. Esther Stebbins was a peach to put so much work into it. This publication is a new venture and, while it is modest, we are very proud of it. Thus ends Volume I of the history of the Class of 1927 of the Aga- wam High School. May Volume II, yet to he written, which will deal with our history as alumni, be even more interesting and worth-while than the one which we have completed. r 3i Hazel M. Marsh (conservation he first white men came to this country expecting to find great wealth in minerals, but instead they found a greater wealth of fish, game, and forests, and, consequently, food and shelter. We have all read how the pilgrims managed to survive the hard winter by partaking freely of Nature’s stores, and it is interesting to know to what extent they used these stores. Some families lived almost wholly on venison, and for their hides hun- dreds of deer were ruthlessly destroyed by their system of fire hunting. They used to light a circle for miles around and as it burned into the center the result was a wholesale slaughter of game and destruction of wood. At this time deer were sold for a sixpence. Turkeys weighing thirty pounds, which came in flocks of hundreds, brought only a fourpence, and pigeons which came in flights that darkened the sky and broke the limbs of the trees on which they lighted, sold for a penny a dozen in Boston. There was an abundance of game birds including pheasant, partridge, woodcock and ducks. Captain John Smith and two companions at one firing of their inferior flint- locks, killed one hundred and forty-eight ducks. This may sound like a big story, but it seems highly probable when you consider that these magnificent flocks were sometimes a mile wide and seven miles long. Rabbits and squirrels were so numerous that they became pests, and many towns offered bounties on them. Pennsylvania paid a bounty of three- pence a head on squirrels, and in one year took in six hundred thousand heads. All the surrounding bodies of water teemed with fish which furnished food not only for the colonists but for the whole world. The settlers used to scoop the fish out of the brooks in pans or kill them with a stick. Horses fording streams would crush numbers of them. In one cast of the net the governor of Virginia caught five thousand sturgeon, some twelve feet long. Lobsters six feet long and weighing over twenty-five pounds were caught at Salem and in New York Bay. Fine cod weighing a dozen pounds once sold for a twopence. Shad, which now bring a dollar, taken from the Agawam, and Connecticut rivers, were sold two for a penny over in Springfield and they were frowned upon, at first, as inferior food. Men hired by the farm- ers of this valley stipulated that they should not have shad for dinner more than once a week. But when it gained a better reputation, it was estimated that there were fifteen hundred horses a day at South Hadley Falls to be loaded with salmon and shad. And now because of the pollution of the rivers they no longer come up to Agawam. 1 he forests not only gave wood for fuel and building, but also contrib- uted huge stores of wild honey and gallons of pure maple syrup. Moreover these forests were, are, and will be the homes of our fish and game. As the colonies made inroads upon the forests, their depletion resulted in the deple- tion of game. And as the population doubled, the demands also doubled. As early as 1698 farsighted men began to legislate game laws in their assemblies and though it was impossible to completely enforce them, they [I4l formed a background for our game laws today and renewed the spirit of conservation, created by the economical Indians. It is a long leap from the time the Indians roamed in this vicinity to the present time, and the facts are correspondingly arresting. We use enough wood each year to construct seven boardwalks, twenty-five feet wide, from the earth to the moon, and we are turning out railroad ties at the rate of three a second. As a result the income from our forests amounts to hundreds of millions of dollars annually. Only two-fifths of the original supply of timber remains, and it has been estimated that only about two- fifths of the original amount of game. Though we no longer rely on game for food and on skins for clothing, we sell millions of dollars’ worth of furs each year. In six of the surrounding states the annual kill of deer is about thirty-five thousand. Consider its worth at twenty cents a pound and you will have over a million dollars. Hut are we just a money-loving people who count only on commercial values? What would childhood be without the stories of the bears and the woods? Where can you find a better place to spend your vacation than among the trees, getting closer to Nature and enjoying her health insurance? If we are to continue to enjoy Nature in this way, it is up to us to support the policy of conservation. There are extremists in this issue as there are in every other. Some people arc in favor of abolishing all game laws, resulting in the extermination of game, and ending the argument, so they think. Hut they are thinking only of themselves. What of the future generations? These people would be no better than weasles, killing for the mere pleasure of it, and the result of this policy would be the same as in the case of our buffalo. In order to see one of these shaggy animals now, we have to go to Forest Park, whereas not long ago millions roamed over one- third of this continent. The other extremists desire absolutely no hunting, fishing, or trapping. Can they be considered red-blooded men and women? They forget the boy, and all men are bovs, say the women — the boy who likes to match his wits with the fur-bearers, who thrills at the tug upon the fish pole, who glories in the excitement of the chase. The supply of wild life is a heritage of nature and a gift from God, and it is ours to use as long as we use discretion. Let us endeavor to conserve and enlarge this supply. Theodore Roose- velt said that the conservation of our natural resources was the most impor- tant problem before our country and this problem is even greater today. To be a real benefit this policy of conservation and game propagation must be carried out in a sane and just manner. Much is said about the wonderful conservation system of Hritain. It is wonderful for the rich who have acquired all the hunting and fishing grounds. Hut what of the poor fellow who has the same love of sport? He resorts to poaching and gets a long prison term. Today even in our country, wealthy sportsmen are buying large tracts of land for private preserves. This is not the kind of conserva- tion which we, as Americans, wish to see practiced. Already our national government has done something in the line of a constructive forestry pro- gram by purchasing large tracts of wood land and by reforesting water sheds. This good work cannot be carried on rapidly enough, however, to make up for past years of wasteful lumbering and to prevent catastrophies like the present flood of the Mississippi. Ry this very policy of forest pres- [15] ervation, the surest method of game propagation has been utilized; for good forests mean good fishing and hunting. A movement is now under way for establishing town forests. If Aga- wam wants a good investment, paying, not only in dollars, but in the health and happiness of its residents, let it buy a tract of land unsuited for agricul- tural purposes and use it exclusively as a breeding ground for wild life. Let it think of the future as well as of the present, and follow the suggestion of ’27’s class motto: Non Nobis Sed Omnibus — Not for Ourselves, but for Others. Paul B. Cesan (i)hip zAhoy ! hip Ahoy! — the captain’s shouting, As he leans against the bow — For four long years you’ve waited — But we’re leaving harbor now. For years you’ve been a-planning For just this one long run, But, even vet, you’ve much to learn Ere this great trip is done. I know you’ve conned the principles, But you’ll find the rule of three Can’t always be applied to things — Least of all, this sea. Book learning’s wonderful, And mighty handy, too, But there’s a host of things That books can’t ever teach to you. But this sea is a great old teacher — What she teaches you’ll recall Till your bones are laid to slumber ’Neath a cold and stony wall. But she don’t write your ratings On any card or mart — She just weighs you in the balance And writes upon your heart. Today, your hearts are glowing, The sky’s of softest hue, There’s a Land of Promise waiting Out there beyond the blue. Your very souls are throbbing With the lure of salty brine, With the hope of gems and jewels And casks of sweetest wine. [16] But it won’t be all smooth sailin’ As you skim along the years, ’Cause life’s made up of laughter, Of understanding, and of tears. Sometimes, a friendly lighthouse Will send forth its gleaming ray, And across the troubled waters Like a torch ’twill light the way. Life’s a game of give and take, And thus you’ll find it true That what you give unto the waves Is what comes back to you. When you feel the ship a-sinking Almost a lowly wreck, Just rescue all the others — Be the last to leave the deck. Be the man who’s just the same, On land or on the sea; When Dame Misfortune hits a blow, He takes it smilingly. Whatever be your destiny, Face it like a man, As long as God’s in Heaven, You’re a part of His plan. Now the sun is soaring skyward, It’s time to dip the oar, In the glory of life’s morning, We’ll leave this dear old shore. Yes, we’re leaving our safe harbor For wide channels of the sea, But all the days we’ve spent here Dwell in the hall of memory. Vivian Brown, ’27 rol The future of' 27 Scene: A living room. Time: Afternoon of the last day of school. Enter Senior Girl (crosses to desk, lays down books and class pictures, crosses to other door). Girl: Mother, are you busy? Mother (from adjoining room) : I’m getting supper. Is it important? Girl: Oh, no. Hut I have some class pictures to show you. (Crosses over to desk, picks up pictures and looks at them, leans back in chair.) I wonder what all of us will be doing five or ten years from now. What does the future hold in store for us? (Falls asleep and dreams of her classmates.) Gauze curtain slowly rises to indicate Dreamland. In pantomime form, each member of the class portrays his future as Senior Girl dreams of her classmates. PROPHECY North Agawam seems to have lost its assistant librarian, for Vivian Vincelette has her own private library. Edith Bessette has a fashion shop on Fifth Avenue. Rachel Ward and Ellen Worthington are on the nursing staff at Bellevue Hospital. We hope North Agawam appreciates its clever civil engineer, Paul Ferrarini, who is working on its new road. News of Audrey Phillips’ success as a Prima Dona does not surprise us. The Black and White Taxi Company has a strong competitor in the Maspo Cab Co. Our class chauffeur doesn’t have to drive now as she has a score of liveried men at her beck and call. Marion Blair is still winning awards in typing. She holds the world’s record now. Evelyn Duclos seems to have conquered the public’s aversion toward women orchestra conductors. She is conducting her own orchestra. Between bridge parties and teas, Phyllis Letellier finds time to display her pretty clothes on Fifth Avenue. Lawrence Houlahan is now a professional on the baseball diamond. Emily Burnett seems to have tired of office work, for she is marrying a fine young man. Doris Phelps has taken Miss Perry’s place as Music Supervisor in the Agawam High School. Who converted Preston Leonard? It’s a mystery, but the class cut-up has become a monk. As private secretary, Irene Costa has become a valuable asset to Paul Ccsan, attorney. Paul doesn’t have to worry about business matters when he goes off on extended fishing trips. Dorothy Skinner’s name is to be found on musical comedy programs. Not content with being assistant reporter for the Feeding Hills’ col- umn of the Daily News, Hazel Marsh has climbed to the position of Edi- tor-in-chief. [18] Vivian Brown’s dream is being realized, for she’s traveling and, inci- dentally, writing poetry. Between hunting tours, John White personally supervises his scientific farm. The class dignitary, Doris Stcdman, is dean of an exclusive boarding school, where Mary Holmes is to be found surrounded by a group of ador- ing children. Vassar hasn’t lost a game in two seasons. The reason? Grace Pond is coach. You’ll find Charlotte Lester’s landscapes in the art galleries of every metropolis. Mother (from other room) : Supper is ready! The last vision fades, gauze curtain slowly falls to indicate end of dream. Senior Girl (wakens and looks at picture in her hand) : Mother, I’ve just had the loveliest dream. I saw Charlotte Lester as plainly as though she were in front of me, and when you called, I woke up to find her picture in my hand. Wasn’t that an interesting coincidence? Mary Holmes Class Will aimes and Gentlemen, Board of Education, Superintendent, Teachers, Pupils, and Friends — Upon behalf of my client, the Class of 1927 of the Agawam High School, I present the foresaid client’s last will and testament. WILL We, the Class of 1927, in twenty-four distinct and individual parts, being of sound mind and memory, do make and publish this, our last will and testament, hereby making void all previous wills and promises. As to such estate as our own strong hands and nimble minds have acquired, we do dispose of the same as follows: We give and bequeath — To the Town of Agawam, our appreciation of all that has been done for us in the past four years. To Mr. Phelps, our superintendent and loyal friend, a double lunch check to all banquets to be held in this vicinity the coming year. We also give him a supply of peanuts to last for an indefinite period. To Mr. Davenport, a new telephone to take the place of the one in the office nearly worn out from so many calls to parents about wandering pupils. To Miss Button, a complete history of Vermont and Vermonters by an Englishman. We trust that it will satisfy her yearnings in both direc- tions. To M iss Smith, absolute peace and quiet for the next year. We hope the change will not be too great for her to stand. [ 9] To Miss Ward, a copy of that appropriate song, “Then We’ll Remem- ber You.” To Miss Jauch, a can of “Erica.” It keeps things bright and shiny. To M iss Mclntirc, sincere congratulations for her recent achievements at College. To Miss Baker, a supply of her namesake’s flavoring extracts so that her classes will continue to be both spicy and interesting. To Mr. M. P. Smith, a year’s subscription to the Union so that he won’t have to borrow the one in the Senior Room. To Miss Crowley, a book “Modern Painters” in appreciation of her services of the past year. ' To Miss Perry, a new supply of patience to replace that which the orchestra and others have depleted. To Mrs. Aldrich, a quantity of cooking caps to give out to girls whose memories are growing weak. To Mr. Smith, the boys’ athletic teams practically intact. To Mr. Dacey, a victrola with a record which says, “Clean up, boys.” That will relieve him of a great voice strain. We bequeath to the Junior Class as a whole, our seats in chapel. May the Juniors find inspiration and comfort as they occupy them every morning. We also give these friends, the dignity and poise which has carried us so successfully through this past year. First: To Vivienne Rising and Clifford Pond, Camelia Maspo’s and Paul Ferrarini’s parking place in the corridors. Second: To John Pedulia, a new truck to replace the one he so nobly used in the service of the Seniors at the time of their play. Third: To Helene Kaplinger, the “Life of Franklin.” Fourth: To Marccline Gosselin, Dorothy Skinner’s title of Class Red- head. Marceline seems the most deserving of this title. Fifth: To Ralph Channell, two or three extra nights in the week so that he can enjoy his saxophone even more than at present. Sixth: To Martha Tilden, a large Boston bulldog so that she won’t have to go anywhere without an escort. Seventh: To Judson Hastings, the care of Paul Ccsan’s girl in the Junior High. We feel the practice will do him good. Eighth: To Marion Allen, some help in canning projects so that she will have more time for her favorite indoor sport of cheer-leading. Ninth: To Laura VanDeusen, a different boy for every night in the week and two for Sunday. Tenth: To Gordon Wallace, Lawrence Houlahan’s place as Senior Speech-maker in chapel. Eleventh: To Edith Wingard, our sincerest hope that her friends will always Bloom. Twelfth: To Barbara Fruwirth and ThelmaGemme, Edith Bessette’s and Vivian Vincelette’s secret of sticking together. [2( 1 Thirteenth: To Mary BrusO, Vivian Brown’s honorable position as Editor of the Agawam Mirror. Fourteenth: To Dorothy Munson, Maxwell Nichols’ ideas on weight reduction. Fifteenth: To Frank Consolati, Preston Leonard’s place in Miss Smith’s affections. Sixteenth: To Alice Houlahan, a supply of chairs so that she can use that Reed we often see with her. Seventeenth: To Louise Shields, a little salt to go with the Pepper we hear so much about. Eighteenth: To Nella Bailey, some of Hazel Marsh’s height. Nella ought to appreciate this. Nineteenth: To Esther Schwartz, full control over George's whims and fancies. Twentieth: To Anna King, an especially large portion of the Senior dignity. We think she needs it. Twenty-first: To Caroline Cascclla, Evelyn Duclos’ position as Tick- ler of the Ivory every morning. Twenty-second: To Louis Ferrarini, elbow grease to help push his manager’s pencil. Twenty-third: To George Reynolds, the privilege of starting new sports at Agawam so that it will be possible for him to get some additional letters. Twenty-fourth: To Esther Pond, the power and ability to keep up the honor of the name established by Grace. Twenty-fifth: To Louis Pedulia, a manual training apron so that he won’t get paint all over his shirt. Twenty-sixth: To Alfred Johnson, Joe Boley’s place with the Phila- delphia Athletics. Twenty-seventh: To Marion Wakefield, someone to take Rachel Ward’s place when she explores the wilds of Sufticld Street. Twenty-eighth: To Ella Gregory, a complete outfit of rubber heels to lessen the noise she makes in the corridors. Twenty-ninth: To Anna DcPhillips, a megaphone so that she can be heard. Thirtieth: To Nellie White, Charlotte Lester’s title of Class Angel. Thirty-first: To Annette Letendre, the loan of someone’s brother so that her own can have a rest. Thirty-second: To Esther Stebbins, the envy of all the girls in the Senior Class who are letting their hair grow. 'Thirty-third: To Katherine Otto, Ellen Worthington’s reputation as a spitfire. Thirty-fourth: To Allen Filley, the privilege of escorting all the unat- tached young ladies he may find. Thirty-fifth: To Josie Novelli, a pair of roller skates so that she can rush around even faster than she does now. [21] Thirty-sixth: To Katherine Rowley, Emily Burnett’s Encyclopedia of Commercial Law. Thirty-seventh: To Cornelius Crowley, John White’s job of class chauffeur and handy man. Thirty-eighth: To Zella Couture, complete proof of the fable, “It is the little things that tell, including little brothers.” 'Thirty-ninth: To Eunice Perrigo, Marion Blair’s exceptional skill in typewriting. Fortieth: To Mabel Johnron, Doris Stedman’s ability for getting on committees. Forty-first: To Marion Arnold, an airplane so that she can get to school on time. To the Sophomore Class, some of our wisdom, because they think they are so wise they really do not know how little they have. To the Freshman Class, our very best wishes for a happy high school life in Agawam High. Inasmuch as there seems to be no one worthy to receive our esteem, respect, and affection for Mr. Phelps, our superintendent, we shall take them with us wherever we may go. And we do hereby constitute and appoint said superintendent sole executor of this, our last will and testament. In witnes whereof we have hereunto subscribed our seal this 14th day of June in the year of Our Lord One Thousand Nine Hundred and T wenty-seven. Preston S. Leonard, ’27 Class (ftfts Edith Bessette Train Pass Washington’s where Edith’s longing to go — Not for the culture; we fear — for a beau. Here is a pass for a round trip, my dear, Since we can’t spare you for too long from here. Marion Blair Please take this bottle of liniment, So your limbs you may anoint. It’s very good for rheumatiz For it loosens up each joint. Vivian Brown For Vivian, a wee valise; We hope we’re not audacious. To satisfy her least caprice, It surely is quite spacious. Emily Burnett Our Betty’s hair is always curled. To help her keep it so We recommend this special iron, For curls, ’spite rain or snow. Liniment Valise Curling Iron [22] Pal l Cesan Taffy Kisses On Wednesday night our Paul we find Has a date he never misses. To make this date the sweetest kind, We suggest these taffy kisses. Irene Costa Irene will surely like this auto, That she and Georgie now may ride, No longer on the public trolley But in their own car, side by side. Evelyn Duclos We know you get a letter, From a boy friend every day. Within this little chest, then, You can store them all away. Paul Ferrarini We hope you’ll find this useful, Paul, To carry on a rainy night; So please accept this parachute, And trust that it is water-tight. Mary Holmes In case of another conflagration, To help you cope with the situation, And move pianos out of harm, This rope will work, at the first alarm. Lawrence Houlahan A Greek god will find it necessary To write to all our vamps; So we’ll provide the stationery, But he must buy the stamps. Preston Leonard To our little blue-eyed baby We give this rattle bright. Now we hope that he’ll enjoy it, And play from morn till night. Charlotte Lester We know you’re very fond of art, Of drawing pictures for the wall; So take this box of paints to draw A picture for the High School Hall. Phyllis Letellier Since Phyllis is our fashion plate, We know she’ll like this book. ’Twill help her stay right up to date, And have that stylish look. Hazel Marsh To Hazel, our reporter, A notebook we will give. Now write us up a corker, And long you name will live. Carmelia Maspo We feel you need this bright tail-light, So when you back a bit, You’ll keep your head right out of sight, And still no tree you’ll hit. [23] A uto Chest Umbrella Rope Stationery Rattle Box of Paints Copy of I'ogue Notebook Tail-light Doris Phelps Our Doris’ locks are dark as night, Hut now she wishes they were fair. We give her this peroxide light, That she may bleach them, every hair. Audrey Phillips For Audrey, our class singer, A music box we’ve got. Just find the Lost Chord,” Audrey, And fame will be your lot. Grace Pond Grace to all our dances goes, But to sit and sit and sit. Will a dancing master help Just to pep you up a bit? Dorothy Skinner Now Dorothy needs a safety clip To keep her sashes tied, For Preston always gives them a flip When he is at her side. Doris Stedman When you go out on sultry nights, To take a trip with Red,” Just don’t forget to use this fan To cool his fiery head. Peroxide Music Box Man Safety Clip Fan Vivian Vincelette Telephone Even though you have a ’phone, It’s not a private line. Here’s one for your very own, For Kelly’s call at nine. Rachel Ward Post Cards Post cards from New York are thrilling we know. Here’s a supply for our Rachel to send, So that a message to Palmer may go, Pleasing her shy but persistent young friend. John White Drum Since our John is very quiet, And you’d never know he’s ’round, We will help him make a racket With a drum which he may pound. Ellen Worthington Insurance Policy To Ellen, who is learning To drive her automobile, We grant this life insurance, So she may confidence feel. [24 j Dorothy Skinner IjAwrence Hou la h a n