Enfield High School - Echo Yearbook (Enfield, CT)

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THE ENFIELD ECHO 11 They were President John Bright and Vice-President Harry Grindle. For the third time our class must elect officers, and of course Furey, who has a very winning way, was elected President and Jennie Anderson, Vice-President. We had our customary Senior Prom in December. This was not quite the success that our Junior Prom was, hut nevertheless it was a success financially. Our minds were greatly relieved this year when it was announced that no mid-year’s were to be given. To say the least, we were not sorry. We had another great addition to our Senior Class when Harold Nash, who both sings and plays, made an appearance. For a few days the female sex were rather shy of him, but now-------. April 14 was a banner day for our class. Will any of us forget it? I hardly think so, for it was the day Vera Woodward came prancing into school with her hair up. Vera is our class baby, and we were all greatly shocked to see her. Certainly she looked fine, although she is rather small in size to have her hair dressed in such a manner. A great many times small children try to look grown up, but it did not work, for Vera is still our class baby. We acquired great athletics this year, both in baseball and basketball. Thus the victories are due to a great extent to the Senior Class. The year was passing rapidly, and before we knew it, it was time for us to think about class day and graduation. We called a class meet- ing and it was decided that in order to raise money, which we needed, we must give an entertainment. Therefore, we gave a second Senior dance May 14, and by this were able to acquire some wealth. One-fifth of our class received an invitation to attend the High School Day at the Connecticut Agricultural College over the week-end of May 28th, but since few could go, the result was that no one went, which shows how loyal we are to each other. For the first time in years the Enfield High School gave “Pinafore,” a grand opera, instead of the customary high school play. The leading lady in “Pinafore” was from our class. Cardice had a very hard part to play, but the class is certainly proud of her work on that eventful night. Bunk Chouinard also deserves credit, as he kept up the comic part of the play. We know now that he could safely travel as a comedian. Besides furnishing the above important characters, we contributed “Little Buttercup,” of equal importance, and a few sailors, whose work was also commendable. We decided to publish a class book this year with all the class day parts in it. including one large picture of the entire class, which you may obtain tonight, undergraduates, as a souvenir of your beloved Seniors. Before concluding, let me say that the great success of our class is due wholly to the good will and influence of our teachers. Did you ever see a better set of teachers than they, any who were more willing to help us mount the ladder of success ? Both our Superintendent, Mr. Bowman, and our Principal, Mr. Bryant, have done all they possibly could to make our class, as well as

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10 THE ENFIELD ECHO For the first time, mid-year exams were given. How studious we all were for two weeks before examination time. I can assure you that more hooks were carried home from school in those two weeks than were carried the entire year. Yule-time approached and with it many pleasing surprises. Out- class has not forgotten when Bug Furey walked up the aisle in Room 11 with his first pair of long trousers. He looked real grown up and attracted a lot of attention, as he still continues to do. However, our second year passed more quickly than the first, and again we were out to enjoy our summer vacation. We resumed our studies again in the fall as jolly Juniors, after a long, joyous vacation. This year we had the privilege of being in the same room with the Seniors, although we were obliged to fill up all the front seats. This was, of course, quite a punishment for some in our class. Take Furey, for instance; for when he is in the front of the room he is unable to play some of his little jokes. Again we took mid-year exams, hut this year we were not quite so conscientious about them. Consequently we did not study. 1 can safely say we knew just as much about them as we did the preceding year, when we crammed so foolishly. During the influenza siege our class was grieved at the sudden death of our President, Xeelans. Neelans was loved and respected by the entire student body and faculty. Indeed, we felt like a ship without a rudder, hut our class must go on with school activities; therefore we selected John Bright, whose name fits him perfectly, and who was very popular as President. A few other officers also had to be replaced, and Harry Grindle was chosen as Vice-President; Florence Gourlie, Secre- tary and Treasurer; and Idell Godard, Historian. Our most popular girl. Mable Kessner, made her appearance during this year. Never will any of us ever forget her mischief in classes nor her ever ready smile. When she first arrived in school she became very popular, especially with the male sex. but it was nothing then compared to what it is now. After our Christmas vacation, we all looked forward with great zeal to our dance, which was to be given in May. Great preparations were made and it certainly was classed as a great success. Just think, class- mates, our illustrious class was the first in Enfield to have a real financial success as the result of a dance for many a preceding year. Again we come to our play, which was given in June, 1919. Here we find another fine actress, Helen Stowe, taking one of the leading parts in “The Amazons.” In the dancing specialty. Mildred Blackburn starred. This crowned our year as jolly Juniors. In the fall we returned as dignified Seniors (if 1 may use that term), ready for the most important year, perhaps the last of study for many of us. Of course we were all given the hack seats in Room 1, which I must confess were very comfortable, as many of us had grown since our Junior year. A few more left our rank at the beginning of our Senior year.

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12 THE ENFIELD ECHO the other classes, a success. And they have at least accomplished this in the Senior Class, if in no other. And now our four happy years have come to an end, and each and every one of us must go our own way. There is a legend that many high school classmates forget each other easily. But let us, classmates, he an exception in this, as we have been in everything else. Wherever we are, let us always be true to the “Green and White of Old Enfield.” CLASS JINGLE, By Jennie Anderson A class this is of fifty-three, As bright as it can he; So just to save its good repute. Please do not notice me. Now Harold Nash, we all well know, Is the model of the class; In temper, style and courtesy, No one can him surpass. In music lie’s quite excellent— He likes the fancy twirls; But there’s one sad thing about this boy, He does not like the girls (?). A quiet, pleasing little maid Is Alice M. O’Neil; No matter what she’s asked to do, Each task is done with zeal. To teach a school of youngsters small Is the wish of this fair lass; We hope they’ll all he nice and good— A mild, obedient class. Oh, William Hines, you’re a peaceful lad, And fond of sports, I vow; But tell us now, what’s causing you Those wrinkles on your brow? Because her home’s not very far, The school right near her gate. We wonder if her History class Makes Doris Stack so late. Slanetz is a farmer boy Who rides a Ford, you know; But when lie’s out for lots of joy, The Overland has to go. Cardice is a jolly lass, We love her more and more; But why could she act that part so well She played in Pinafore”? This next one is quite dignified. Yet fond of sports they say; He excels in electricity, He may shock us all some day. Bright of mind and blonde of hair, With girls he’s rarely bored; The shining light of Warehouse Point, Who else hut Fritzy Lord? Leona Hastings, von innocent child. Refrain a hit from study; I say it will not do to lose Those pretty cheeks so ruddy. Far away in Somers town Such brilliant students dwell; “M iss Bugbee” all her teachers say. We call her “Isabel.” Herman Billings, a quiet lad Who hails from Somers street; He’s never, never sad except When the girls are near his seat. What are these merry strains we hear ? Arising clear and high? by Antoinette’s singing down the Lab. “Let the rest of the world go by.” But now behold this lucky class ’Tis free from worldly cares. For Hastings is a business man Who’ll manage its affairs.