Enfield High School - Echo Yearbook (Enfield, CT)

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THE ENFIELD ECHO 19 ionably dressed ladies passing in and out. I have it. This is the much talked of American Beauty Shoppe in Paris. Isabelle Hughes and Barbara Smith showing Paris that for beauty it’s now Amer- ica first. Chestnut—Why are all the New York papers selling so fast? Why wouldn’t they sell? Olive Woodworth is on top of the society column every day. She runs parties every day and night, and is the leader of the younger set. Ralph De Palmo recently suffered a nervous breakdown. Why wouldn’t he? With John Mally tearing up the dirt on the Indian- apolis track. John recently won the Vanderbilt Cup in the 500 mile sweepstakes. Anna—Oh, yes, Bromage, you’re a rising business man. You are operating an elevator at the Woolworth building, Springfield. You will later give up this position to become Mayor of Toyland which was always the height of your ambition. Edna—Here we have Ruth Greer. An immense concert hall— Ruth, you are entertaining thousands of people with your wonder- ful playing. Anna—Last but not least, Celia. Here I see you as a dietician in the Dolls’ Hospital, Springfield. Your patients are living high under your supervision. Edna—Now we have heard of our classmates of 1925, we may well be proud of them all. CLASS JINGLE By Fanalise Lamont and Irene Nash As we, the class of twenty-five, Leave dear old Enfield High, To write a verse of everyone, Our very best we’ll try. We do not mean these words should hurt, But write them just for fun; So let each take them pleasantly And laugh as though we’re one. We’ve been together but four years, Yet we have learned to know What each one did with earnestness And each one did for show. The first in line is Fanalise, Who’s not noted for her height, She shows no favor ’mong the lads— She’s a different one each night. Earl, you know, no doubt, Of his Junior girl is proud; She’s the only one he sees No matter how big the crowd. Barbara is very dignified And quiet, as a rule; She never gets excited, But takes things very cool. Why is it, Ruth, that at our dances You never take any part? Is it because you’d rather study, Or has some-one captured your heart? Now Homer is quite studious, At arguing he is great, And all of us are eager To hear him in debate. When we hear a weak voice We know who is near; It can’t be your size, Elizabeth, So it surely must be fear.

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18 THE ENFIELD ECHO for keeping Parisian styles out of the country and thus lengthen the lives of the men, who pay the bills. Edna—Who is coming next, Keery? Oh yes, you of course. You are an inventor. Now just wait—what is it you have invented? It’s coming clearer, an automobile—no—I have it—a method by which an automobile can run itself. Fine, Malcolm, now you can center your attention somewhere else than on the car. Reilly—I see the illuminated sign of Parisian theatre. I can make out—wait, I have it now. It says that the night’s attraction is Julia Volavka, America’s favorite, playing the leading role in “Strange Things Have Happened.” Chestnut—The scene changes. Here we are back in Thomp- son ville in front of the largest cosmetic factory in the United States owned by L. Slanetz. Mr. Slanetz includes in his line of goods, such articles as vanity cases, powder puffs, lip stick and rouge. Lawrence always did like vanity cases. Reilly—Why are the newspapers selling so fast? Why are the people standing in excited little groups? There is a neglected bulletin board on the corner. They must have bought papers to get particulars. I see your photograph there, Elizabeth, and Ernest Henry is pictured opposite. The bulletin says you will give an ex- hibition of the daring acrobatic stunts with which you have just startled Broadway. Edna—What is this sign I am just able to read. “How to Be- come Beautiful without the Use of Cosmetics.” The name under it? Oh, it all comes clear now, Stella Pawelcik. You are conduct- ing a correspondence course under this heading. Reilly—What a strange old world. I see you, John, assistant Florist in Thompsonville’s parks. I guess your life history would make an interesting reading. John Mielnikiewicz from Mischievous School Boy to Serious Florist. When you publish it, be sure you have one for me. Anna—Yes, Florence, you are quite successful along the line of hatching chickens. The farmers realize their value (the chickens) and so you find a ready market for them. Mae and Irene as far as I can see are traveling with the Bar- num and Baily circus, Mae as a tight-rope toe dancer, and Irene as a snake charmer. Chestnut—Stop! Look! Listen! Don Pease, Premier Jockey of the United States recently took a bad spill and was disabled for a month. But he staged a comeback and is leading “Hot Tamale Molly” to victory after victory. Edna—Who is next—Rockwell? So this is Warehouse Point. Oil yes, but the shoe shine parlor—one of a chain. The proprietor is none other than you, Herbert. Girls, girls! This is wonderful. A large building with fash-

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20 THE ENFIELD ECHO Lillian is the next in line, Who takes this for her rule; Smile and the class smiles with you, Giggle and you stay after school. And now we gaze on Slanetz, Who’s the “sunshine” of our class; He’s a gold dust twin, so they say, And Reilly’s his better half. Both are always on the go, In every class you’ll find them so; Take it from me, they’re far from quiet, Because when they start—there fol- lows a riot. Miss Javorski’s quite ambitious, In class she takes the cup As she rattles off her answers Like a phonograph wound up. Chestnut seems so small and still, But do not judge by looks; Because Willy doesn’t care for work, That comes from studying books. Next comes Edna Woodbury, Who has a friend called “Bob”, And when we see them walking We know he’s on his job. Well, if here isn’t Wilbur Bromage! Upon my word alive, He THINKS he is the biggest man In the class of twenty-five. Here Freda follows Wilbur, Although the reverse it should be, Because in every-day life It was he who followed she. Florence Phelps is very quiet, She is very seldom heard. Although she may be present She never says a word. Celia, you are so very slim And also very tall; Be careful, don’t edve ’way to love, For you’d have an awful fall. The teachers call him Rosenberger, He’s known to us as “Dutch”, But because of being our orator We cannot knock him much. For our dear classmate, Olive, We all feel very sad, When she “tries” to answer questions Down in the “good ole” lab. We all wonder if it’s true That Esther has a “pal”, Because we’ve heard the rumor That she has a friend called “Al.” For a dance or a party Irene Chillson will spurn Any studies or homework Assigned her to learn. We have here a boy who knows Just how the milking goes on. Who is he? Don't you know? Why Oliver Stoughton. And who is next but Mielnikiewicz, A boy of small-town fame; They say that out in Scitico He’s quite as big as his name. Julia, so modest and sweet a lass, Out of these walls must surely pass; She was never noisy or loud, No matter how elfish the rest of the crowd. What is it that sends Malcolm To the Library after school? It certainly isn’t for lessons, For he doesn’t study hard as a rule. If I were to speak sarcastically Of Mary Browne I’d say— She never seemed to study— And fooled her time away. Now we come to Donald Pease, A boy with bright red hair— And freckles, big and brown like his, Are really very rare. Now Wendell’s always cheerful And Wendell’s always gay; But when sweet Sylvia’s near He’s sure to look her way. Here comes Mary Ferraro, She ’s a twinkle in her eye, But that twinkle, it may fool you, For with the boys she’s very shy. In our class we’ve a pianist We all know as Ruth Greer; When seated at the ivory keys She fills us with good cheer.