Enfield High School - Echo Yearbook (Enfield, CT)

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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.

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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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THE ENFIELD ECHO 21 Though Mary McGuire seems quiet And anything but a “live-wire”, She may surprise us all some day By marrying a country “squire.” What is it, Malley, That makes you so shy? We hope you’ll get used To the girls bye and bye. In school Anna is popular, And quiet “at times” they say; But you should see her outside Where she vamps ’em all away. Landry, one of our class actors, Intends to leave the good old town; In the future we hope we will hear That he’s an actor of renown. How Grace can be so quiet, I do not understand, Because in the presence of one Fresh- man She has words at her command. Ethel Lebeshevsky and sister Jean Are often very late for school; You ought to see them hurrying Trying to obey the rule. In English and in History Class Sylvia sure takes the “letter”, But when it comes to stealing hearts She certainly goes one better. No matter what she is doing Fran Leggett always sings; There’s only one fault about her, She wears “other peoples’ rings!” Now Brino isn’t “skinny”, Just a little stout. And there’s not a thing in History That he doesn’t know about. Florence hails from Somers, And has a voice both sweet and low; We wonder if she’s bashful, ’Cause it’s rumored she’s a “beau.” We will never forget Goldy, The “Dictionary” of our class; If talking helps in any way He’ll surely get a lass. Next in line is Warga, A lad from Somers Street; He must be trying to catch a girl, That’s why he looks so neat. Another young man from Somers, His name is Harold Pease; He doesn’t like to study— He always takes his ease. Let our thoughts now turn to Milton. Who is always kind and true; I think it’s because he has no girl That he is always blue. Martin Thompson is so quiet That I almost passed him over; Where’ere you see a group of girls You’ll never see Martin hover. Anthony Gannuscio, A lawyer ought to be; And after studying “Blackstone” He’ll be able to charge a fee. Gladys is our dancer; My! How she can step; We’ve got to “hand it” to her, She sure is full of pep. Rockwell is a radio bug , His hearing is very keen; He spends so much time on his radio That must be what’s keeping him lean. Jeanette is our singer. And who can ever tell If in the near future She may equal “Rosa Ponselle”? Do you know Celia? Tall and slim and neat, She always looks so dainty From her head down to her feet. Josephine is a little girl, Who is always prepared; We wonder what she’ll do When from lessons she is spared. Irene Nash is a little girlie Who on a fiddle has learned to play; Never could she get to school early Nor give a good excuse to Miss Gay. Leona is really very quiet, I mean when she’s in school; But the same’s not true when outside, Because there she surely can fool.