Enfield High School - Echo Yearbook (Enfield, CT)

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THE ENFIELD ECHO 15 Though Jackson is tall and stately, He’s quite collegiate, we hear; He wears baggy knickers and splashy socks, And goes about hatless throughout the year. Next in line is Ethel, A pianist quite famed, Though in her repertoire Jazz pieces are not contained. Ray White is so very vain, Tho he has a catching way, He also has a “catching Ford”, That’s what gets ’em, Ray. Even though he’s youngest In the class of ’27, Georgie flirts with all the girls; Shame! He’ll never get to Heaven. We have an orator in our class Who ever tries to please; Of course you know Louise it is, Who debates with such skillful ease. James Miller is our new classmate Who talks—a very little bit; Rut we must say at any rate In sports—he surely makes a hit. Miss Bramwell is a bashful miss; She never says a word, And if she’s ever spoken to Her voice cannot be heard. Red, wavy hair, and long at that! Oh! What a proposition! Despite it all Miss Malley has A charming disposition. When Dotty is away from home, She likes to raise the dickens, But when she doesn’t stray or roam. She spends her time with “Chickens.” Ramsey conceals a load of brains Under his bright red hair; But on the farm he takes pains To make use of what’s stored there. When Irish eyes are smiling, And a dimple in each cheek, Sure, we know that charming Agnes Had “hot fudges” all this week. Ruth Leggett doesn’t like to talk, And at acting doesn’t balk; She had lots of pep and was full of glee When Adam said, “Come here to me. And now we come to Fanelli, A lad with jet black hair, Together with a complexion Which now-a-days is quite rare. Alice is of the quiet type, With a disposition mild, We wonder what would happen, If Alice acted wild. We wonder if to college Scavatto will really go; We hope at first he gets a book On “What College Men Should Know.” Under a spreading chestnut tree Our little Deane did stand; The old boy is not what he used to be, Since he gave both heart and hand. We all know Marj loves dancing And skating is her specialty; Who knows but in the future A champion she may be. Cotilda’s hair is never curled, It’s always long and straight; Cotilda, why not bob it now, And be right up-to-date. Eddie is a magnet For women, so they say; But Eddie lost his Erma, For she’s gone elsewhere to play. Martha likes her Henry, Though he hasn’t much of a car; It’s an old rattling Ford Which takes them very far. Rosalie is lots of fun, And she dresses like a queen; But I couldn’t say about her A single thing that’s mean. David’s awfully little, But I couldn’t say the same About his gleeful giggle That brings to him much fame. Betty is on the “Echo”; She’s done her very best, And kept up with her school work, too; Don’t you think she’s earned a rest? Marie doesn’t like to tattle, Her business all to say. But there’s one thing that she likes, We wonder; is it Ray? Rita likes to study, Her tasks she does with ease.

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14 THE ENFIELD ECHO Fanelli—Raymond Fanelli is allow- ing a firm, which manufacturers com- plexion soap, to use his name and photograph as an advertisement. It reads—“Keep That School Boy Com- plexion.” Elma Akerley—Why! Here’s a pic- ture of Mrs. Stanley Burgess and her two children. It states here that Mrs. Burgess and her two children arc spending their vacation at Wai- kiaka Beach. Notice that both chil- dren have light curly hair. Eileen Malley—I see where Eileen Malley is posing for an artist who paints the same type of pictures that Titian painted. You know he always painted people with titian hair. Henry Cormier—Henry Cormier is now holding a position with Barnum Bailey’s Circus as the tallest man in the world. I wonder what Henry did to make him grow so tall. Amelin Zawada—Miss Zawada is scheduled to give a special speech and exhibition on “The Correct Use of Cosmetics.” CLASS JINGLES By Elma Akerley and Ethel Fiedler For the class of Twenty-Seven Time for parting’s drawing nigh, As they leave the halls of Enfield, With full hearts and spirits high. We have a little verse to read For each and every one; We hope that you will take it right, For it’s only just in fun. Evelyn is so diligent, She studies night and day; Go to it, Evelyn. We wish you luck; You’ll surely make your way. Randall in his studies Always doesn’t do well, But on the field—or in the Ford We hear he does excell. Eyes that are always sparkling And bubbling over with fun; Can you guess who it may be? Of course, it’s—Clara Hamilton. Yessi is a one-man track team; He fairly seems to fly; When Yessi goes out for any sport His motto is, “I)o or die!” Helene, with her talent for music, Produces such wonderful tone; She likes to respond to the wailing And the blare of a male saxophone. The time is not so far away ’Till Merrill will be heard to say, “Fair lady, may I have this dance?” He’ll do it, too—if you give him a chance. Laughing and giggling all the while, This lass, of whom I speak, For Anna is as gay a girl As we would care to meet. Though Jeannette still has long tresses You will always find her game; We’re sure that her good stories Will some day bring her fame. When Hugh took the part of Adam, His clothes were of old-fashioned make; But when he is in his school attire, He is strictly up-to-date. Some folks think Ruth is backward, But with this we don’t agree; In fact, she’s much the other way When she goes on a spree. John makes an ideal center, He’s so muscular and tall; He uses all his spare time To practice basketball. Edith has been an artist Since she began to toddle; We think by her bewitching eyes She might well be a model. Madeline never did like gym, We hope it wrought no harm— For Madeline got her exercise Out in Scantic—on the farm. He walks to school with her each morn, He’s much in love, we fear, But Matthew, we all wonder, What will Hazel do next year?

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16 THE ENFIELD ECHO Her card is one of the best, It’s crammed with A’s and B’s. Margaret Connor is so quiet, She hasn’t much to say; Bat we’re quite sure that she Will rise to fame some day. Abrahamson is quite a lad, His sax he plays real well; But, with the girls is he as smart? Of that, he’ll never tell. Now Crombie has a very big car, And drives it very well; But when Ruth drove it home that night— It surely went pell-mell. Doris Norian is so noisy, She talks and fools all day; But still on her report card You will find a couple of A’s. Now Carey’s very quiet, In class this is revealed, And to the girls that pass him His lips are always sealed. Ruth Dolan, on buggy rides doesn’t g° . , As they did in eighty-seven; But now she does a lot of things— To keep her out of Heaven. Peter is a big surprise When he is out of school; But when he’s in that Pontiac, He does nothing else but fool. Bernice, you’re never still a minute— You can’t sit quiet in your seat— From early morn till night, You’re busy, tongue and feet. Margaret works in the five and ten, A little store on Pearl Street; We wonder if that’s the reason, Why—she always looks so neat. Rosella loves to argue, Her tongue wags night and day, You might as well listen Till she has had her say. Next is Bill Kelley With hair so very bright, Talking to the girlies Seems to be his chief delight. Henry is so very small He can sure make some fun; And when he’s on the baseball field, You ought to see him run. Doris is so dignified, As all of you can see, ’Cause she’s our valedictorian Just as she ought to be. Flashing eyes and bright red cheeks— At his throat a “special” bow; When it comes to charming the fair sex, Why—Clarkie’s not so slow. Irene seems fond of music, When bowing she’s at her best, And at Friday assemblies Her fiddle leads all the rest. Ida Brien, we’ve been wondering, What murmurs would fill the air, If to school you come some morning After having bobbed your hair. Elma has big shining eyes, Her laughter’s always bright, But by the list of her admirers, She must use them day and night. Iiapoport thinks he’s smart, When in class he does recite. But when he wears those knickers He knows that he’s just right. Eleanor’s always dreaming Of things we do not know; Come on—’fess up, Eleanor, Is it your beau ? O’Brien, you’re very smart in school, But goodness! why don’t you grow? Then, too, you speak so very fast, It’s hard to hear, you know. Anna is a bashful girl, We can’t imagine why; We wonder if out of school, Anna is so shy. Amelia is so sweet, And also very shy, Whene’er she sees a boy, You ought to see her fly. Bill was our third baseman And perhaps due to his red hair, He had some difficulties— Now Cormier is stationed there. Now classmates, we hope that you’ll not feel sore, For now we’ve finished—we’ll say no more, For all the knocks that we have sent Were never written to be meant.