East Hartford High School - Janus Yearbook (East Hartford, CT)

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Then should life and the world around us seem broader and fuller and more worth while. Then should pleasure in life grow in proportion to our recognition of this truth. For as Keats also remarked, A thing of beauty is a joy forever. ' DOROTHY GOULD. Tune of Angela Mia East Hartford High School, You've been our guiding light, For four short years we've worked for you with all our might. East Hartford High School We've had four pleasant years, And tho' We part in tears, We have to say good-bye. You've brought us gladness, We must confess, And we tried, to do our best. East Hartford High School, We've thought a lot of you, We hope you've liked us, too, East Hartford High. MARION TOMS. Tune of Beloved Our dear old school With the grand old name, East Hartford, East Hartford. It's always been a school of fame, East Hartford, East Hartford. Though we now from you must part We'l1 always love with all our heart That dear old school With the grand old name East Hartford, East Hartford. DOROTHY DUNHAM. Tune: Ramona Dear High School we're sorry that we're leaving you Dear High School you've been so fair and fine and true We'll miss you and need you no matter where we happen to roam. We'll always remember whether away at school or at home. We're sorry to leave these halls we hold so dear. We'll love them no matter whether far or near. We dread the day when we must say adieu to you. Dear High School, East Hartford High. Tune: Song of the Wanderer Where shall we go, when we leave you tonight. Dear old High, East Hartford High. What shall we do after we've said good-bye That's being said tonight. Where can we find the friends so true and loyal Friends we will miss when we leave your portals royal. The time has come for us to say good-bye. So farewell East Hartford High. HELEN SMAGLIOTIS. 27

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votion to his faltering countrymen gave his eyes and mouth a Winsome, compassionate expression, and his constant sorrow because of the horrible strife and warfare going on rendered him a haunted, tragic appearance, which caused all his asso- ciates to stand in awe before him and admire the beauty of the character of this man who, in all truth to his foresight of what was to be, acted against overwhelming opposition. In the fine arts may this truth in beauty be readily recognized. A real poet is one who expresses his innermost feelings in his finest words. His soul is his dictator. If he fails to reveal truthfully that soul's dictation, the poetry will seem artificial, out of place. It will not contain the reality and originality that are the stamps of the best literature. Shake- speare felt within him an unsurpassed understanding of human nature and with his divine gift of poetry expressed this knowl- edge in his immortal dramas. Robert Burns, Scotland's great- est poet, led a life of hardships and sorrows. Nature was his chief companion. The greatest quality of Burns's songs, of his love lyrics, of his interesting, sympathetic appeals to na- ture, and of his humorous verses with their underlying pathetic element is their sincerity. Carl Sandburg finds beau- ty in the rush and bustle of the city,--in the jostling crowds and noisy vehicles--, and he has gained his reputation for just that new and original point of view in his poems of his ex- pression of truth as he sees it. But Carlyle said of Byron that he would never retain fame as a genuine poet, because he did not express the sincerest feelings of his soul. And Carlyle's judgment is true for all poets who fail in their sincerity. Regard music in a different light, not as to the composers. but as to the way their pieces are played. As the church or- gan and choir blend together in holy praises, the congregation feel a warm deep response within their hearts. And this music is beautiful. For it is played to reveal a truth of wor- ship and devotion. If the hymns were played in the light, frisky notes of Chopin or the wailing, heart-rending melody of Beethoven, would they be beautiful? No, they would be ruined, for they would be lies, lies. And if the compositions of Beethoven, the tale-bearers of a sorrowful, tragic life, were played as hymns or frolicksome pieces, would they be beauti- ful? No, for tragedy is neither devotion nor happiness. And thus would Chopin's light, gay creations lose the intended beauty if produced in any other than a light or joyous way. We love and praise music which truthfully expresses some emotion we recognize and may have experienced. We call this music beautiful, and so it is. Some of man's most excellent beau-ideals in the arts are theipaintlngs of Raphael, Velasquez, and Durer and the sculp- turing of Michelangelo. The same inevitable reason is that they are among the sincerest and truest in their representa- tions of life. So, may it be seen that whether it be nature, a Grecian urn, a human personality, poetry, music, or art, if it is beautiful, it is truthful, and if truthful, beautiful. 26

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CLASS HISTORY, PART I CLEVELAND'S COMMENTARIES IN THE SENIOR WARS Seniors, as a whole, are divided into three parts, the mis- chievous students, the dumb students, and those, who in our own language are called grinds, but in the language of Mr. Ross are called the East Hartford High School Students. These differ from each other in habits, knowledge, and privileges. Of all these the most learned are the grinds, first be- cause they are attentive in class, and because the mischievous students can very rarely tempt them with those pleasures which tend to weaken interest in studies, the bravest of the Seniors are the mischievous students because they wage war with their teachers almost daily, either when they are driven from their class rooms for some misdemeanors, or when they iight for their own amusements. The grinds are usually to be found in the libraries and reference rooms, where they remain for unlimited lengths of time. The dumb students are usually situated in any class room after seventh period and their stay there is bounded only by the teacher's endurance, while the mischievous students stay at that part of the classroom, which is most remote from the teacher's desk, their stay there usually extending to the end of the term. In the fourth year of the consulships of General Ross and General Geer, the twenty-ninth legion of Freshmen came to the vicinity of the East Hartford High School. When General Ross noticed this, the twenty-ninth legion having been called together by the lieutenants, he heartily welcomed them, tell- ing them by what methods, and in what rooms they would be instructed, and saying that the whole school was eagerly seek- ing their friendship. Under the direction of Lieutenant Partch, our legion called a council for practicing war cries, which was named the Freshman Chorus. They practiced them so earnestly and vol- uminously, that the roof of the auditorium was made loose by their efforts, thus necessitating that a new assembly hall be constructed. Arrayed in glittering armor, they advanced to the Fresh- man ball, the masculine members of our legion, forming a flank at one end of the ballroom, while the feminine members were drawn up at the opposite extremity. However, in spite of the discomfiture, of the legion, a wonderful time was had by the faculty. On account of their ignorance of the maneuvers of danc- ing, which had been plainly exhibited at the Freshman Ball, Lieutenant Soby was commissioned by General Ross to inform us concerning these things. . Lieutenant Mead recruited a division of the girls of our legion, which was called the As I Like It Club, for the pur- pose of instruction and entertainment. At this time our football heroes prepared to contend in 28