Enfield High School - Echo Yearbook (Enfield, CT)

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24 THE ENFIELD ECHO and so accused the Juniors of spending three hours to complete this little job. This storv explains the whole thing. The Juniors know they are not perfect by any means. They realize their class meetings could be better but they are satisfied with them. However, their faults are overbalanced by their good work. They have contributed a fine gentleman for the leading part of the play. They sold many tickets for the play. They have always respected the Seniors and helped them. Why, when the Seniors knew their essays for the class book were unreadable, they brought them to the Junior Commercials to type for them. And of course the Juniors did. The Juniors have even offered their services to decorate the hall for gradua- tion. In what other way could they show their love for the Seniors? And still the Seniors try to oppress them. Before closing, let me give a word of advice to the Seniors. Please, dear Seniors, acquire a little pep and be not so lazy. When you are asked to do a favor, forget you know any such excuses as, “I have an appoint- ment with the dentist” or “my mother is sick,” and do the favor asked. When exams come around, don’t lose courage and stay home. Take your medicine. There are many matters I would like to discuss with you but haven’t the time. Therefore, in conclusion let me say even though you have wronged us, we, the undergraduates, still love you and wish you the best of luck in the years to come. CLASS JINGLE. By Pauline Miller Oh Marion, you studious child! What makes you seem so very mild? Come join us now, and leave your work E’en though you think you should not shirk. You spend your days in endless study. So your cheeks are no longer ruddy. But sometimes at evening off you go. And so perhaps you’re not so “slow.” Celia is a happy lass And loved by every one in the class, She’s full of glee, and full of song. And willing to play for you, all day long. Now Edward Bridge, the quiet boy, Who always seems asleep. In Powder Hollow finds his joy. You know! “Still waters run deep.” Clarissa Hawthorne’s a quiet lass. She studies all day long; Although she seldom talks in class, They say she’s never wrong! An ordinary, lively maid. With eyes that show her glee, At some mistakes by others made; Here’s spry Em’ly Bugbee. Anna Most is like a worm, For all the live long day, She will wiggle and giggle, and some- times squirm, Whether at work or play. Irene has such a thirst for knowledge She’s sure she must attend a college; New London’ll be the lucky place. And snatch this damsel of such grace!

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THE ENFIELD ECHO 23 RESPONSE FOR THE SCHOOL. By John Bright, 1020 Teachers, friends and members of the Senior Class: We have listened diligently to all this kind advice. We certainly ap- preciate the interest you have taken in us, Seniors, and assure you we will work hard to make ourselves worthy of the places we are to fill next year. But, regardless of our appreciation, we must tell you that the greater part of your criticism of us is greatly exaggerated. To begin with, let me defend our Freshmen Class. This class, as you have said, dear seniors, is guilty of wearing sneakers and boy scout uniforms to school. But, you must remember, they are young. Give them a chance. They, too, are guilty of dropping subjects and of think- ing the walls of our school are sound proof. But, were you not guilty of these same things when you were Freshmen? Of course you were, and guilty of worse than these; and besides you had not half as many good points as this class. For instance, our Freshmen boys never go around the building with coats off, and their sleeves rolled up. When they heard’ that the play tickets had to be sold, Miss Mitchell was busy for three hours handing them tickets to sell. On the other hand she was busy three more hours trying to get the seniors to take a few tickets. It would take the rest of the evening to enumerate their many other good points so, let me tell you, our Freshmen Class is the best that ever entered the E. H. S., with the exception of our Juniors. Next in the line of defense is our Sophomore Class. It, while not being as good as our Freshman Class, is doing some fine work, to over- balance the faults you have pointed out to them, all of which, we find, are correct. They are very noisy. But, the room teacher is seeing to it that they will be less noisy in their future high school years. Next to the Seniors, they have the majority in Study room. They take home many books, but they are not read. But we must not overlook their good points. The greatest of these is their willingness to work. Here I might say, the teachers are thankful that they didn’t take after the senior class. For two weeks they worked hard building booths for the Pop Concert. Every night before they leave school, they pick up all the papers from the floor: And last, but not least, they have a sensible taste for neckties. Compare theirs with the Seniors, to prove this statement. We next come to the most courteous, well behaved, and most obliging class of the school—the class of 1920. And for them we ought to feel sorry. Why ? Because, those big husky Seniors are trying to crush them. These Seniors are jealous of the Juniors for more reasons than one. And before beginning my defense of the Juniors, I am going to tell a little story which will explain this jealousy. On the twentieth of May the Juniors gave a dance and made twenty-five dollars. The Seniors wanted to bor- row this money to purchase a class gift. They had not a cent in their treasury. The Juniors knowing the Seniors too well, decided to deposit it. It took them forty minutes to do so, but the Senior spy could not tell time

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THE ENFIELD ECHO 25 Roberts at a glance would seem The stillest boy in school; But you ought to see him bob about On a piano stool. Now Johnnie Hunt is a wicked lad, For when we have an exam. Or current events, Oh! isn’t it sad? He becomes a very ill man! Shea is long, lean and lank. With a swelled head they say; And his neckties will surely rank, The first in any display. Our class contains an athlete strong, His name you’ve heard the whole year long. For he’s won honor, bright and fair, That same old boy, Billie O’Hear. And now there’s Hazel Love, you see Who seems so very shy to me, But when she’s out in company, She’s much more lively and full of glee. One classmate’s hit with a dancing bug. And he’s at it with “some speed,” He thinks there’s only one person. Who should dance with Allen Reid !! George Romieu is our class president, As you all may know; That he is musical is evident. From the way we hear him blow. At midnight or at early morn, A dreadful noise is heard; Now what is that, what can it be? Why Manning and his Ford! Isabel is a modest girl, A musical student you know; But all the folks in Somers say that She knows how to catch a beau. Who didn’t talk while I was out? The teacher quick demands? I wonder who? Oh very few, Only Anna Pianka stands ! Now Marie lives on Enfield Street, A quiet appearing girl, She never misses a day at school. And never forgets her curl! Virginia Browne’s so meek and mild, You’d think she was a wee small “child.” But we know Virginia is almost wild. For taking walks on the hill called “Mile.” Ruth Bromage is a studious child At the head of our history class, No matter what Mr. Bowman demands Ruthie will surely pass. Now Fred’s quite fond of dancing, When it comes to “jazz” he’s there; He doesn’t give a rap though Who’s the other of the pair. And next in line is Lucille Cain. Who always favors one named “Bill”; We wonder why she likes the lane, Which folks call “Pearl” in Thompson- ville. Tess O’Connor is our basketball girl, Who does almost every thing with a whirl; • She sure does make the basket ball fly, When she often catches it on the sly. Florence Houlihan by the reports, Ts getting to be quite a sport. For since she has the new style of hair. It is hard for her a hat to wear!! The youngest one in our whole class, Ts Isabel Renfrew you know; You’d think she was more than fifteen on a bid. But really and truly its so! Although she used to be quite stout. She now is almost slim; But no one in our school could say That Katherine Connor’s prim. She always has a smile for you. No matter when or where, But still I’ve heard some people say, When she has a grouch, beware! Now Flo, you know is a history shark; Why Mr. Bowman must remark. That the moment “Miss Ferguson” is heard, She’s out of her seat with the speed of a bird. Oh Anna Farr. She combines in one girl So many characteristics, I cannot describe her in anv one word. Or pin her down by statistics. A student she is this Anna Farr, A flirt too, would you believe it! And business ability is hers to command If she’d only stop to achieve it!