Enfield High School - Echo Yearbook (Enfield, CT)

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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.

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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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THE ENFIELD ECHO 13 Now Mary Griffin does like ball, As all of us well know; And when we go to Stafford Springs, Why does she love to go? Javorski, you’ve been puzzling us, You seemed so very shy; But now I’m sure it’s not that way, I see it in your eye. I’ve set myself a task so bard, By verse it can’t be done; For Mable does so many things, They can’t be put i:i one. But Kessy dear, oh, listen here! Your secret I’ll betray: They’re deep blue eyes and dark, dark hair; Now don’t turn pink, 1 pray. Oh, Lucile, you gentle maid, With voice so low and sweet; Let’s hope you’ll always be the same, Tho’ troubles you may meet. Furey’s our class president, A lad of wondrous fame; He tries to act quite dignified. But lie’s class pet just the same. We admire his taste in neckties, Of his hair comb we arc proud ; But at Willard’s pranks and mischief, We just must smile out loud. Now Thelma Noble’s next in line, A prim and fair-haired lass; She studies hard from morn ’till night And shines in every class. Oh, Lucy Til den, now see here, What’s this I’ve heard of you? They say your head’s so very hard You cracked the wall in two. Why here is Leo Mitchell! An athlete I'll be bound; But when it comes to dancing, “Professor” lias the ground. Ida, won’t you tell us, please. The secret of your cheer? For tho’ all outside be gloomy, Your smile is ever near. Now Howard seems so very shy, But do not judge by looks; F'or Howard Nash’s chief delight Is not in studying books. For if he can, he’ll get a seat Away in the very back; Oh, pity the girl who sits in front. For her I sigh, alack! Our Florence Sloane is dignified, She’s pleasant all the time; But draw her into argument And you’ll see Florence shine. Now here’s a riddle you can solve, To do so we all yearn: Whose heart sent out the little spark That lighted “Mil” Blackburn? Benjamin Pinney, you bashful boy, With a voice so very weak; You can’t get away with such a bluff, We know you’re not so meek. When Ina Simpson goes away To study in the Fall, Will she prepare to act as nurse F'or bumps in basketball? Sitting with that far-off gaze, We see her ever dreaming: What is there that in Scitico Sets Helen’s eyes a-gleaming? “Baby” Vera Woodward’s next; Altho’ her growth is slow, Her done-up hair in basketball Has helped her catch a beau. Now Eleanor’s so very small, I almost let her pass; But surely we must all agree She’s the angel of our class. Why Edith, we’ve been hearing things, And seeing them besides; For tired eyes and a peaked chin Are things we can’t let slide. Our Constance dear, with face so fair; She lives in Hazardville. Tho’ many a bridge she’ll have to cross, Will she succeed? She will. Tho’ well upon the lighted stace Miss Melladew has played We can’t believe such pretty curls E’er graced a real old maid. Every one has laughed at us. At our financial fare; But where’s the class that has the gold We find in Teddy’s hair?