Bridgeport Central High School - Criterion Yearbook (Bridgeport, CT)

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TITE CIiIT'EliICDN Marjorie Judy is witty and wise And every good thing under the skies. Mister Wlhite impresses one Vliith all the force of Napoleon himself Nl'hilefMr. Konopky is a surely merry little e . With an extract of sunshine. smile. Mabel Ensign and Maude Beers Two winsome maidens fair .Xnd when they are together Great friendship do they share. Bobby Brown rises to study E're the sun doth ope his eye But with his marks withal ls hard to satisfy. Mr. Spivack studies geometry by the hour Nor has he time, like Donald Root, to search an early flower. Mr. Phillips, 'tis said, is quiet :XS a mouse in a church would be Miss Disbrow sure at giggling Can never be surpassed Except perhaps bv Miss Hanson VVho at every trifle laughs. Mr. Schwarz can wonderful pictures make :Xnd his cartoons are often as cruel as Fate. Miss Vlfhelan and Mr. Shannon, two artists of high degree, XVho introduce into the historv class, Cuhist art of great variety. lllr. Christie at causing confusion Has the better of every one And as the champion fun maker He might well, a gold medal have won. Of the Misses Newstrom, Miller and Shey One might easily and trulv sav: True senior dignity doth mark their smiles. Helen Cook is a merry care-free maid VVhose deportment is ever happy yet staid. Marshal Dewitt, as it struck his fancy, XVould into the cooking-class stray, But at the sight of those caps and aprons, .-Xbashed-he would hasten away. The Misses Fennel and Fitzgerald Have the thanks of the school For their patience runs on Like the thread from a spool. Then there's Miss Candee who loves fresh air. And Mr. Lashar who does not And they have had much ado to solve That temperature called hot. Mr. Keating in the Senior play For Dockstader himself would pass VVhile Mr. Murray is the Caruso of the class. Alice Harrigan is a suffragette On voting quite intent Mihose very voice, from off the walls Hath all the pictures sent. Mr. Rosenthal talks with all the speed Of an up-to-date talking machine Wliile Eric Begg and Charles McElroy Ne'er talk at all, so it would seem. The Misses Mclllann and Landry On music much time spend. Hashfulness with Bobby Bishop ls quite a natural thing P And blushing is 'Maurice Morgaifs Sole besetting sin. The Misses Casey, Cole, and Morrissey .X little circle make And when they are together Like babbling brooks, the silence they do break. Alice Lavery is a maiden mild On whom Mr. Luippold doth often smile V Mr. McLeod is a very nice boy So both boys and girls agree. Mr. English tries very hard to be solemn .Xnd fails quite miserably. Louise Kileourse helps all sinners in distress And in the midst of a recitation XVith failure just on ahead Her voice will come thund'ring to you In a whisper as loud-as red. Eba Moller is tall and fair And her blushes go well with her golden hair. Mr. Ostrow is a very little man llut a mountain of strength is he As he manages our school paper And keeps it going financially. Barbara Dubois' whistling Puts the very birds to shame And her lengthy conversations with Miss Hopkins llring them both fame and pain. Mr. Blumberg has sprouted poet's wings And gains great glory by the verses he sings. Miss Chichester is a quiet miss .Xnd Miss Sherwood is a budding maid Yvliom Southport breezes kiss. Mr. Adams is a tall and impressive young man XVho took care of our pictures as only ex- perts can. The Misses Gallagher and Pixley Upon this earth were sent j To liven up dark corners . And make sinners all repent. Mr. Amsel at blufling is quite a success His opposite is Raymond Hall Vtfho never really bluffs at all. Katheryn Hill with very much vigor and vim Talks in class or out as it suits her whim. Messrs. Ambrose and Sheehan are two shining lights W'ho study their history both day and night. Mr. Black is an athlete, Hugh Taylor is one too And they have won great victories For the Bridgeport crew. Miss Brittin comes from Fairfield Each day in a trolley car .Xnd Catherine Treadwell takes the train From some place still more far. Julia Carrol quite a magician is .Nt juggling her recitations She says one thing and affirms another NYhile what she means is another matter. FouRWeem

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THE CRITERION teenth of January. Our efforts were rewarded with success both artistically and financially. VVe shall not soon for- get the stirring scenes of the play, nor the sweet, Winsome Virginia which Miss Beard made, nor the handsome, dashing Stephen portrayed by Mr. Lucey. Since the play, the time has sped on until now we are nearing the end of our high school life. Soon Commencement night will mark the parting of our waysg and soon our pleasant compan- ionships will be but pleasant memories. Len us, then, go out into the world courageously, firm in the belief that, the aim, if reached or not, makes great the lifef' --Louisa B. Cowuzs. ACADEMIC CLASS POEM, IQI3 There's a dear old school, on a very high hill, VVith great doors north and south: And the sun coming up o'er the east one day Chanced to peep in the window that faced that way For breaking the silence settled there He felt that music filled the air So drawing nearer without delay From his path in the heavens for once did he strait .Xnd wond'rous things he saw and heard For the very walls with joy were stirred As a song of the seniors of 19121 lYith rytlnnic cadence tlooded the scene: .Xnd thus to the listening sun it seemed:- Sing a song of seniors SX platform full you spy For they're so very wise and grave They'd surely catch your eye. Therc's John Comley, now, for instance. A wond'rous judge he'd make Hut for the sorry culprits My heart begins to ache To brighten these sad reflections Thoughts of class-meetings come XYhere Louise Cowles keeps state-affairs And tells the class of its doings ln her very best business air. Hut on these great occasions 'Tis Bill Connelly who excels .Xs he calls long and loud for dues Until the class begins to fear That he his voice will lose Then there's Molly Healy, whose epigrams Much concentrated fun contain Xlfhile Vera Meehan works at art And, all unconscious, causes james Walsh to start Each day, past room 13 To sec if the will o' the wisp of his dreams ls any where near to be seen. liatheryn Vfilson. however, does a novel kind of thing, About her recitations a sort of fog she springs So that you never know whereat she is Or whereat she begins. Thirteen Henry McElroy and Mr. Lonergan are so fond of Greek They study it every day in the week NYhen they ought to be saying their prayers. Mr, Comstock rides his hobby each day 'Tis on a wireless keyboard in future to play. Marion Schine's new method of cooking XYill some day gain her much glory. XVhile Christine Howe, fame has already won For she, of early comers has certainly been one. .Xnd Josephine Conklin. shares this glory inatinal Such very close friends are they. Mr. Miller-a dignified senior he. lVhose life vocation means misery For he'll join the ranks of dentistry Mr. ll'ise is wise indeed Like unto a book is he And Mr, liorff is a chatterbox XYhose equal we've yet to see. For a lady who never giggles For a lady who seldom laughs But who is always smiling .Xnna McNamara would pass. And in this class of wise-folk VYe've a prodigy or two One of them is Pearl Hamilton VVho every recitation knew. With her we class Bruce Simonds .X Virgil shark is he .Xnd no one can surpass him ln plane geometry Marjorie Allen is a dear maiden prim lnseparable from Charlotte Rarske-her soul-twin. .X broad-browed, solemn gentleman is Mr. Stagg But Dot Smith thinks him quite a dear for all of that. Louise Beard is ever dainty and gay Even as Jinny in the Crisis Play 'Tis there, too, we tind XVilliam Andres And innch at his ease seems he Admiring his sword and buttons And being as vain as can be.

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THE CRITERION Messrs. Silverstone and Pratt greet life with a smile .Xnd really think nothing but perfection worth while. Catherine Colby and Lois Hangs Two very close friends are they The one is quiet as Silence herself While the other is very gay. Josephine lflynn trips upon your sight XYith a store of jokes each day But the way she fusses about things Yyould till your heart with dismay. lfrank Smith comes from Stratford .Xnd brings with him a smile XYith which, I think he means, .Xll feminine hearts to beguile, lilliot Smith smiles too sometimes But we think him awfully shy: Catherine Brown owns a whisper wond'rous :Xnd for its sake, we often wish To have Miss Brown sit near us. Nlr. Jepson goes on with quite a sally Of tritles light as air lint heavier thoughts has the grave Mr. Russell With which every day hc finds he must tussle. iXnd now to crown this story Of men both great and small l'll add its crowning glory ilur class president so tall And beg you hope with me That when the White House he's attained lle'll look on us with favor Our great james Lucey. Thus ends the song, thus ends the storv Of people who have gained superlative glory .Xnd happy we'll be to remember or dreaim Of tl'e characteristics of the class of 1913. -,'XlJliI.AIIJE Cxuipv. 07 0V Pnopnacvi vgoaubgv - Vgvogbjv ACADEMIC CLASS 1913 HEX I was elected class - prophet, it occurred to me that Zfikfi it would not be out of place to experience my vision in a manner that was known to all my classmates and amid the surroundings which we had shared for the last four years. Several prophets of former years had dreamt ponderous dreams. while others had met with accidents that produced a condition quite proph- etic but none the less painful. Now to dream one must sleep, and although during my life I have both dreamt and slept and spent considerable time in so doing, yet I found that the faculty seriously objected to my doing either upon the premises. About this time the Senior latin class was studying the sixth book of Virgil in which Aeneas, with the great- est facility makes a trip to the here- after. Willy should l not do this? XYhy should l not paint in glowing Fifteen terms the immortality of the class of ioig? l set to work with the greatest enthusiasm, but my ardor was checked with a sudden shock as my first vision revealed l.ouis lllumberg shovelling coal into the largest furnace that l had ever seen. I realized that it would be necessary for me to confine my fancy within mortal bounds or else my re- marks would be altogether too per- sonal. On the twenty-fourth of .'X1DI'il.rlllIli CR1'r14:moN was issued. .Xccording to my usual custom. l was selling them in the rooms on the topmost Hoor, and had just completed my rounds with the exception of Dr. Stanley's laboratory which in the fifth period harbors the Senior chemistry division. I sighed as l thought of leaving the fresh, pure air of the corridor. but taking a deep breath, I heroically entered. The at- mosphere was blue and heavy. lt ap- pealed to all the five senses but Oh!