Enfield High School - Echo Yearbook (Enfield, CT)

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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.

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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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22 THE ENFIELD ECHO Vera talks faster than any of us, In shorthand she goes the same rate, And another time that she shines Is Friday, in debate. There is one person who’s so slow, Anna is her name; She never seems to start to go But gets there just the same. Our next classmate, Edith, Always has a cheerful smile, Now don’t you think ’twould be better If she were serious once-in-awhile? Mitchell always looks tired, We’d like to know why. ’Tisn’t cuz he’s worked hard, For work he’d never try. William, with all his ahhhhhs, When in class he’s reciting Makes us wonder if he does the same When an essay he is writing. Do you know the maiden By the name of Mae Desso? We are never able to find her, For she’s always on the go. “Who is Fritze?” someone asks. “Why, he’s our President!” shouts the class. A very bashful lad you know, And never is he out for show. To raise him out of bed Dick Livingstone needs a lever. For his motto seems to be, “Better late than never.” Ernest is so very plump One would think that he was lazy. But there you’d surely be mistaken, For about studies he is crazy. In studies Billings is a star, A leader in his class, And in the future we all hope His wisdom wins a lass. Isobel is so quiet She seems so very mild; So we often wonder If she ever gets ril’d. Now Maura seems so very shy, But do not judge by looks; For we are sure she takes delight In avoiding the use of books. Loretta lives in Cedar Street, In the town of Hazardville; She always has a smile for us And we hope she always will. Gourlie looks so sad and lonesome We wonder why ’tis so; Is it because a certain Miss Left E. H. S. a year ago? A smile for everyone has she, This girl, of whom I speak, For Stella is as jolly a girl As anyone could meet. Our teachers saw us at our tasks And marked as best they could; We scanned each other when at play And there’s how each one stood. The standing may not be so high, As marks and records show; But facts mean more than figures And the truth you all should know. CLASS STATISTICS By Barbara Smith and James Billings Francis William Olschafskie (“Fritz”) June 20, 1908 25 Pease St. Thompsonville, Conn. “Self-respect is the best of all.” Honor Pupil; Class President; Baseball ’24; Basketball ’23, ’24; Football ’23; Athletic Council '24; Chairman of Junior Prom Committee; Assis- tant Business Manager of “Echo” ’24; Most Re- spected Person; Smartest Boy.