Enfield High School - Echo Yearbook (Enfield, CT)

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26 THE ENFIELD ECHO But she bustles and talks and rattles about Like corn in a hot corn popper; But one thing’s been known to quiet her down, French Heels plus a fire-drill, will stop her! Bernice Holcomb believes this old worl.l of ours, Has done its full share of crying; So she finds the most fun every day of her life, By giggling while others are sighing. I think she jots down some notes every day, Of the joys and fun of living; By and by a book called “Why we should Smile,” She to the world will be giving. Cecile Brissette is so quiet, She never talks much at all; But the best thing to liven her up a bit, Is to play at basket ball. We give to the world a startling gift. To fulfill its greatest need; In talking and walking Grace Smith displays, Our American slogan “Speed.” Pauline is our class poetess, We all admire her skill, She says that she can’t write a poem. As an amateur poetess will. Pauline is fond of vaudeville too, She likes the thrilling scene; This year she helps the dramatic club. By playing as Thomasin !! Behind her goggles large and grim Virginia Leroux resides; Could specs get her through school and land, A first rate job, besides? A. Leger’s going to leave us, A. Leger’ll still be here. And yet we’ll have A. Leger, For another year. With just a little powder. And just a little puff, . Twould be all right if Hilda’d stop When she’d put on enough. Melior, Mcllor, we’ve been thinking. What an easy thing ’twould he. If we’d each won our diploma, Sailing o’er the bright blue sea. When Anna was a Freshman She was surely very shy, As innocent and sweet a maid As you would ever spy. But now she is a Senior, She’s not so free from guile. And many a heart has gone to smash. Led on by Anna’s smile. CLASS SONG. We’ve been waiting, waiting ever, Hoping we might join the fight. Duty now is calling, calling Telling us our turn’s in sight. So now “Farewell”, old Enfield High, The Class of ’19 says good-bye. Each of us must now sail forward. In our frail, unfinished boat, Some will sink while they are launch- ing, Some will bravely onward float. But now “Farewell”, old Enfield High. The class of T9 says good-bye. Those who well withstand the battles, Those who live through toil and strife. Gladly will remember Enfield And their happy school-day life. But now “Farewell,” old Enfield High, The class of T9 says good-bye. 25H5E5E5ESZ5Z5H5a5ESH5Z5d5H5Z5Z5Z5E52SE5E5ZEESa5ESB5E5B5Z5 5 5Z5H5Z5HE2S

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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!

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