Enfield High School - Echo Yearbook (Enfield, CT)

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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.

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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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22 THE ENFIELD ECHO Libby is a first rate actor, We all are proud of him, And when he goes to dances— He’s just full of pep and vim. Bob Downton is a ladies’ man, He’s very fond of girls, He likes their silly chatter, And their funny bouncing curls. And here comes Rudolph Ulrich, So bashful and so shy, But you ought to see him stare, As fair Edna passes by. Now Chicky isn’t skinny— Nor Chicky isn’t fat, But Chicky is very pop’lar With the boys,—and let it go at that. Grace Corbin is so very quiet— You’d almost think her asleep, But we must all remember— “Still waters do run deep.” Ah, here comes Theodore Bridge— Known best to his friends as “Ted,” At times he becomes so noisy, He’s apt to wake the dead. Hark to the strains of sweet music, Coming from out of the air, Why, it’s Esther Henry with her “uke”— Sitting on the bottom stair. Lillian Sisitsky is fond of giggling, Sometimes over nothing at all, Her eyes, with tears are oft o’er brim- ming, Whether in street, class-room, or hall. Now Frank Browne is so quiet, He almost slipped my mind, He has a very rare character— There’s only one of his kind. Gaskell likes the freshies sweet. Of Dorothv, how fond he must be, He meets her at the street corner, What a chivalrous lad is he. Here comes Dorothy Hopkins, The plumpest in our class, She has a most bewitching smile, And is a very jolly lass. Terwilliger is our most popular boy, And very athletic, too, In fact, he has so many talents— I can’t describe them to you. And next comes Myra Garrow, And no matter how I might, I couldn’t describe her better, Than that she studies day and night. If I were to speak sarcastically Of Gorman I should say— He never teases the girlies, And he works more every day. And who is here but Turner— The class villain they say, He should rather be seen than heard, But he’s noisier ev’ry day. Doris Bridge is a mighty fine maid, And very mischievous too, Of humming in school she is rather fond, Classmates, I’ll leave it to you. Bartley doesn’t care for girls, He thinks they’re a waste of time, His mind will change, and he’ll sup- port Some day a clinging vine. Ah, here comes Ella Noble, With her “peaches and cream” com- plexion, ’Tis seldom that we see her Engrossed in deep reflection. Last but not least is Anna Schlitt, A maiden both blithe and gay, A very willing hand will she lend you. Any minute of the busy day. Classmates, do not feel offended, At what has been said or done, I’ve only spoken in mirthful jest, So, please, poor me do not shun. As the hour of parting draws near, One thing allow me to say, The world will not be so sunny, As you travel on life’s highway. Be diligent and faithful In all you attempt to do, Remember our advice and the motto To them be loyal and true.