Enfield High School - Echo Yearbook (Enfield, CT)

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THE ENFIELD ECHO 21 CLASS Part 1—By Evelyn Chillson As this class of brilliant seniors in this year of ’22 Leaves the well-beloved halls of En- field High We’ve been assigned the duty and we’ll tell it to you true To list the faults and failings as they pro by. These jingles are too poor we know for such a wondrous class But as we did the best we could, we hope you’ll let them pass. First in line of our fine class Stands Olive A., the wise, She’s smart as well as full of fun And oh—can’t she make eyes! Now Fannie Bent’s a quiet lass In school she seems so mild. But they say outside of here That she is almost “wild.” Florence Brainard too is smart. She always looks “just-so” And though she never hurries She’s not so very slow. Why Grace, my dear, what’s this I hear? There are rumors going round That you and Flanders, like a goose and a gander Watched the moon go down! With a scornful look of her big dark eyes The high-school boys, she spurns They all have heart-burn after that For Edna surely “Burns”. “Peanut” is a little vamp; She likes the men quite tall, For more than once she has been seen Vamping Crombie in the hall! She longs to be an Indian, Looks somewhat like one too, Has long black hair and sparkling eyes That look you through and through Always pleasant with one and all She’s never lost her head. Eleanor Chillson is her name, But we call her just “Ted”. Herbert Clark is much too quiet; jingle: He scarcely makes a sound. I wonder if he acts that way All the whole day round? There’s a fellow in this class Who can bluff, bluff, bluff, “What’s the use of studying When you know enough, ’nough, ’nough?” He’ll have that reputation No matter where he roams He’s the shining light of Somers town, Who else but Franklin Combs? Phil Connor and his charming looks Deserve our special mention, For he and his Oakland car Pay the girls a lot of attention. They think that Corbin’s quiet They call him “Angel-child”. But out in a place called Hazardville They say he’s not so mild. Creelman’s rather quiet We don’t know much about him, But when outside of school, they say He has more pep and vim. Crombie’s very tall and strong, Can easily do his part, And I’ll tell the world, it’ll take some girl To melt his “icy” heart. Marjorie studies hard all day And probably half the night. To fuss in the Lab with chemical things Is always her chief delight. Not too large, not too small, Awfully jolly, liked by all. Her friendliness will win her fame Why yes! Mae Desso is her name. Miss Ellis in our class Is very far from least Since bright people live in Somers She’s our “Star of the East”. The commonest saying heard each day When we to French class come Is Miss Potter with the waste-basket Saying “Ferguson, your gum!” “Dodge” may be a dodger, But you can hear him in a crowd. He’ll never dodge the teachers, For he whispers right out loud!

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20 THE ENFIELD ECHO Anna—Oh Mercy! There are some articles we’ve forgotten, (reading from the paper) Anna—Della Leroux has become a great woman suffrage leader. She is now touring the continent making stirring political speeches. Marion Wing, the greatest woman flyer in the country, is going to make her initial flight around the world soon. Florence Brainard, who has become quite an accomplished singer, gave a very enjoyable concert last night in the Auditorium. She sang her latest song, “Jimmie, I Love You,” of her own compo- sition. This caused each Jimmie in the audience to wonder whether he was the lucky one. Ted—Well, it’s most closing time. Anna—Yes and I’ve got to go see Beulah’s latest hit at Hart- ford. All—Beulah’s hit? Anna—Yes! Haven’t you heard about Beulah? She is leading lady in Ziegfield’s latest musical comedy “Boo-La-Boo” and it’s at Parson’s tonight. Beulah has made some hit!! All—Well, who would ever have thought that of Beulah! Anna—Yes! And she has become the quintessence of the superb appeal to the eye with Ziegfield. Oh! And I’ve an idea. Though I have my ticket I think we might get three more tickets somewhere. What do you say if we all ride down to Hartford, get a nice dinner, then go to see Beulah! All—Great! Let’s Go!! (All exit) The Senior Class as it Appeared Twelve Years A go

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22 THE ENFIELD ECHO Miss Glazier’s very pleasant With smiles she does abound, But when she drops her pen we hear Her always say “confound”. Gourlie’s very smart, very good at bluff, In fact he’s good at everything and that is quite enough; But as he is class president, he needs special mention And after he has curled his hair, the girls receive attention. I know a lassie, a pretty blue-eyed laSgje With hair that is the color of pure gold. She’s as smart as they make ’em, Miss Hamel is a peach, And we love her one and all a hun- dred-fold. Winfield Hawkes is a dapper lad City born and bred He always has an answer To everything that’s said. He’s very fond of telling Of the places he has been And we’d all be raising pop-corn If we’d but follow him! Hayden’s very talkative, He’s very seldom quiet. Through his amazing gift of speech He could easily raise a riot. But he always has the facts And his sound, good business sense Has helped us more than once Out of tangles rather dense. A quiet lass is Marg’ret She seldom says a word, But if she never talks Then how is she always “Hird”? Another quiet lass is Martha Never whispers, seldom talks, If you wish to get thin, watch her And like her take long, long walks. In this class there is a girlie Who dearly wishes that her hair was curly, And to make her dream come true just right Milly wears curlers every night. Norton does his lessons well Every single day When he’s called upon in class He answers without delay. Liberty’s a precocious lad He’s always good and never bad. In Latin they say he’s awfully bright, In French class too he’s out of sight, And behold his fame in history A toast to “Adams and Liberty.” Now I’ve done my share of this I think I will retire And let Liberty amuse you With some of his satire. Part 2—By James H. Liberty Now that was Evelyn Chillson, Not backward, as you see, About putting herself forward. How noisy she can be! Now little girls should ere be seen, Not heard says our Miss Gay, But Evelyn believes the opposite. And grows noisier every day. Of cereals there are many Of good ones there are few. If you ever wish for cornflakes Try “Kellog’s”; they’ll surely do. Roy Landry is a precious boy; Perfect speech to him’s a joy, My, he’s smart and nice to all, But terribly bashful at a ball. Now Ethel Lavigne So calm and serene, Is never heard, Though often seen. I have decided Della Leroux To give some good advice to you, For you don’t seem to know it's a crime, To have three or four beaux at one time. A little girl with a telephone Is Annastacia Libby. And every night from eight till nine The line is awfully busy. Oh, Flora Mason, we all know, That it’s only in school your voice is low. For we have often heard you shriek When prancing down our great main street.