Enfield High School - Echo Yearbook (Enfield, CT)

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20 THE ENFIELD ECHO If at any place you must arrive As fast as cars can so, “Art” Greaves is just the man to drive For his Stude just won’t run slow. Because he Is nothing but a pest, Hamilton’s worse than all the rest, Which often makes us deeply groan And heartily wish ourselves at home. Katie Hawkes who hates to shirk, Is studious and calm That is why she does good work And answers tests without a qualm. In time to come many a person will say When he thinks of the days gone by, “I was lucky to have Miss Hird as a nurse For to help me her best did she try.” Sometime Elly will be in our gym Teaching students how to swim, How to keep in daily trim, And in studies to show lots of vim. Poet, athlete, musician too, There isn’t much for us to want, In everything he’ll be true blue— Our own famous classmate L. Lamont. Quite the best girl we ever knew, Pearl behaves well even in school, Girls like her are far too few, Not many of us live by the golden rule. Harold Kerr best known as “Happy” Lives right up to his name. In baseball he’s real snappy And plays a winning game. “Dot” Malley so we’ve heard Never, never gets cross Or says a hateful word Or even tries to boss. Helen may seem demure and still As she wanders down the hall; But oh, she gives us many a thrill When she plays in basket ball! At midnight on some enchanted sea Behold Eleanor McCarthy and her “he”! Now just because of that nocturnal date Sometimes to school she’s very late. Chewing gum is Henry’s delight, He chews it morning, noon, and night, Wrigley’s, Beman’s, Beechnut, too, Either wads or packets, old or new. Tony’s going to be a dancer And thrill the passing throng. Even now she’s some entrancer; To gain success won’t take long. Alfred Noll we often see Working in the jewelry store, We hope to see him in time to come As industrious as he was of yore. Joe can really pole vault And help along in track, In mid-air he doesn’t halt Or hold our team far back. She sure knows how to powder And how to steal a heart away, Young men just flock about her, About whom? Why, “Al” Orson, any day. Listen to me, little Juliet, In the far off country of Borneo I know of an apartment to let Where you’d be alone with your Romeo. “Marv, Mary, quite contrary,” To Miss Pianka won’t apply. She’s more a graceful fairy, She’s so bashful and so shy. “Lib” Sapsuzian’s considered up-to- date, in every way amusing: By her classmates she’s thought first rate But to laugh out loud is quite con- fusing. Does Pat know that you can cook As he converses hour by hour? H s he ever, Bee. in a cozy nook Called you a dainty flower? What r favor the gods bestowed Upon “Red” Spellman, our bewitching lass! To them surelv, she has owed Her wealth of friends in this her class. Can’t you see our Grace, An orator of note In political race Winning each person’s vote?

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THE ENFIELD ECHO 19 signed his position and is expected to sail for China to become a missionary there. It is back in Thompsonville again. There is Miss Eleanor McCarthy’s beauty parlors. Her general manager is Alfred Noll. We all remember Miss May Witt who was so quiet in school. She has become quite valuable and has become a second feminine Sherlock Holmes. Toon—I guess that is the last of our classmates. Well, Mr. Bridge, I suppose you will have to return to your laboratories back on the earth so you may promote the sales of your discovery— flexible window glass. There is a great future in it for you; its only handicap is that you can’t see through it. Bridge—Yes, I must be going; but, by the way, Miss Spellman, what are you doing now? Spellman—Oh, me? I’m a society reporter. I must hurry back to the earth to interview young Vanderbilt. And Miss Hird, what are you doing? Hird—Oh, I am well occupied. You see, I’m a representative of the National Geographic Association, sent out to collect any material for their publications. That’s the reason why I’m here now. I must hurry back to report our new discovered wonders. All—Let’s go! CLASS JINGLE By Doris Bridge and Elizabeth Sapsuzian In trench or dug-out or at battle front, While our boys bravely were fighting the foe, They learned to know as passed each weary month All about their pals—their joy and woe. And while ours is not nearly so sad a tale The class of ’24 year after year, Side by side fighting that they might not fail Have learned something of everyone— funny or queer. Even though she won’t talk loud And has a bashful way, Of Esther Beman we’re justly proud. Why? Ask our Miss Gay! I’ve often heard him mumble When order is required, Freddie’s a boy who likes to grumble Yet he’s really much admired. “Bea” ’s a girl of high ambition Who sure knows how' to type, She will find a good position As is only fair and right. Unlike the knights of old Bill Callahan is not bold, But the goal for which he’ll try Is “I’ll live for love or die.” When the president announces the decision The day Connor’s on for debate. There will be no laugh of derision For Frankie sure is great. Alec lives out on a farm Far away from Enfield’s noise We hope he may come to no harm; He’s more bashful than our E. H. boys. Stop, look, and listen, There’s music in the air, Charlie’s playing his cornet In tones so sweet and rare.

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THE ENFIELD ECHO 21 Tanguay’s a boy pessimists should meet, His philosophy of life we’d like to try, For he follows the teachings of a fa- mous Greek, “Eat, drink, and be merry for tomor- row we die.” Marion isn’t very fast, Neither first nor last, Yet she gets there just the same— Isn’t that half winning any game? Eddie, as we watch you day by day Your eyes are wandering three rows away Where Rudy sits in blissful dream In which you are his heroine and queen. Milly Wilson talks just so And lets the world go round; Perhaps that’s why she has no foe And is always pleasant found. Mae Witt is our new classmate, We seldom hear her in song or speech, But when she leaves college French she will probably teach. Who comes next but Anna Crombie, She has a twinkle in her eye, Her newly-bobbed head is a wonder, And enough to make anyone sigh. Pinney is very industrious, Why, it’s his middle name! He studies hour after hour— And some day will win fame. I used to think Ruth Tilden shy, But I’ve had the wrong idea, too. Just look into her eyes of brownish hue. And you’ll have a different point of view. When Mildred Barton goes fishing— For bait, she needs but a smile, And you should see the “fishes” fol- lowing For at least a quarter of a mile. Who is this but Chester Coombs ? A boy both proud and vain, It’s all right for a peacock to be so— But a boy, Oh Chester, what a shame! Svlvia Leroux is a little vamp, She vamps them by the score, Wouldn’t you think she’s get tired? But no, she vamps them more and more. As Hildred sits there dreaming— With those baby blue eyes, One can almost picture Her castles in the skies. But Hildred isn’t always dreaming, She’s a first rate typist too, So we can’t help but realize, Her dreams will all come true. With a voice as sweet as a nightin- gale’s, And a heart as pure as gold, Is our dear Ruth Corbin— From Suffield Road. Rose Cusick is a cheerful lass, She never has the blues, She has a smile for everyone, Now isn’t that good news? And next comes our class baby Dineen, Who is laughing all the time, And as a professional dancer Makes many a useful dime. Bordua is our smartest boy, He studies all his books with care, History, Spanish, English, and French, Which seems to me quite rare. Oh Toon, what makes you squirm so? You just can’t sit still in your seat, From early morning till the day is done— You’re busy, mind, tongue, and feet. Oh, Needham, can you tell us why— Your coloring is so high, Tell the girls what you use. Now Patty, don’t be shy. Theresa is our prettiest girl— So dainty and so sweet, And never complains of anything. Be it rain, cold, storm, or sleet. But when Theresa dear smiles— She has a twinkle in her eye, Some little secret all her own— Which we cannot deny. Now Fiedler there, is lazy, He really loves to shirk ; There’s this one thing about him, He surely hates to work.