Enfield High School - Echo Yearbook (Enfield, CT)

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THE ENFIELD ECHO 15 Edna Daum Edna is a busy girl— A wonderful student too, So, Edna, keep up the good work And here’s good luck to you! Firth McAuley Your curls are of the type . That brave all winds and showers; Now, we’re not razzing you, But wish that they were ours. Mary Fay Mary is a student Of the ideal type you see; So take a good look at her, They’re as rare as they can be. Norman Anderson If our dear Norman should get lost, We know we wouldn’t look— (Of all the places in the world), Behind his Civics book. Mildred F’uge Mildred is so often late, She never comes too soon; Sometimes she comes at 9 o’clock, But mostly it is noon. James Costa Jimmie is an athlete A “darn good one” at that— Just try and watch the ball, When Jimmie has the bat. Evelyn Gaskell Evelyn’s such a typist, She even got a prize; But we sometimes think they gave it— To a pair of big brown eyes. Armand Keller You’ve heard of Fanchon Marco, Well, he’s that and even more— In fact—he’s like a fairy, When he glides across the floor. May Golden May raises chickens;. They’re her pride and joys; We wonder if she feeds them The line she feeds the boys. Robert Kelley You heard the song “Girl Trouble,” Well, he’s sure got it bad; But his “cases” never last long , And it makes us all feel sad. Anne Moran Anne likes “high opera,” She thinks jazz quite passee, Her reasons we don’t question, You see, we’ve heard her play. Louis Lebeshevsky If the “Echo’s” been a grand suc- cess, The credit goes to you, For the work you’ve done in sell- ing it And you got the money, too. Florence Packer Hair of gold, Eyes of blue, Men take a look— God’s gift to you. FMward McHugh Eddie is good-looking, He’s well built and he’s tall; How did he get that way? Why—playing basketball. Marian Pawelcik Someone’s celebrating; Someone is to blame For all the fuss in ’26; Now, please, don’t tell the name. Robert Merriman We all know Rudy Vallee, We think his voice quite sweet, But when Merriman starts to sing Poor Rudy can’t compete. Isabel Steele You run and dance and laugh and sing, And then sometimes you walk; But we wonder what would happen if, Our “Izzy” couldn’t talk. Sterling Percival “Sterling” is a brand of silver But the Percival brand is red; Well—if you don’t believe us, Just look at Sterling’s head. May Sullivan May’s going to be a teacher, And what a one she’ll make; We know that all the pupils Will surely get a “break.” Leslie Prentice Leslie’s thoughts are not for books Nor anything they suggest; But upon some moonlit eve, He knows his stuff, I guess.

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14 THE ENFIELD ECHO CLASS JINGLES (By Betty Ringwald and Harold J. Hines) We have gathered here together To laugh a little while, For all the days of toil we’ve spent We deserve a little smile. And so for your amusement We’ve written each a line; We didn’t mean to hurt you, We really think you’re fine. Stella Albert Screeching, screaming noises, Your brain is in a whirl; It’s really not a cyclone; It’s Stella—What a girl! Robert Bromage “Talking to the girl friends,” Says Robert roguishly, “Is to me far more important Than ‘Math’ or Chemistry.” Agnes Allen You’ve heard of Polly Moran, Joe Brown and all the rest, But for being funny Our “Billie” is the best. Gordon Campbell Though a girl is nice as can be She gets an icy stare, We wonder why you do it? Come tell us. Is it fair? Betty Ringwald Clever with her pen, More clever with her brush, Is our classmate, Betty— Who’s never in a rush. John Fuge John is ,iust a “regular guy” Full of joy and laughter, He’ll live and take his fun today Let tomorrow’s cares come after. Margaret Bartley Burnished waves all golden, Clustered here and there; What are we describing? Why—Margaret Bartley’s hair. Harold Hines If any boy should wish to know Just what to wear and when, Call upon your classmate, Harold; He’s one of our well dressed men. Eleanor Bailes “When Irish Eyes are Smiling”— There’s a song that goes that way; But when your eyes are smiling Why, they steal our hearts away. John Jackowicz John is an orator, His delivery is so rare; Although we’d like to challenge him, We reallv wouldn’t dare. Alene Bilodeau Alene is fond of painting, And at this art does well, Some day she may be famous— Who knows?—One just can’t tell. Edward O’Connor When it comes to drumming Eddie sure is there, For when he starts “jazzing” Few with him compare. Marion Broege There’s only one boy in the world, For a certain girl we know; We think his name is Gordon, But don’t tell him we said so. William Smith When you have graduated Bill We know you won’t be blue, Because the girl you like so well Is graduating too. Dorothy Comstock Dottie is the nicest girl That ever walked this earth; Just ask her million boy friends, They surely know her worth. Robert Stoughton Bob talks so much in Civics class, He has “Somebody” dizzy, And who can he be talking to?— Well, guess. Of course, it’s “Izzy.” Evelyn Beck “All that glitters is not gold,” A maxim tried and true. Because though you don’t glitter, There’s solid gold in you.

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16 THE ENFIELD ECHO Catherine Cunningham Catherine is a real nice girl She’ll climax some man’s fate, But when Gabriel blows that trumpet We’re afraid that she’ll be late. Earl Ryder Earl may not be brilliant When it comes to rules; But when you mention sports He’s prepared to meet all schools. Gladys Desso A little girl with dark brown eyes, Gladys is her name, And since she’s met a certain boy She hasn’t been the same. Nicholas Bosco When Nick does anything, It’s done in a big, big way; Just consider how he managed This year’s “High School Play.” Martha Greaves There’s a new peril on the street, We hear of it near and far; We’re very careful when we meet, Martha in that car. Benedict Puchinsky When you think someone’s sawing wood Or into granite boring— You mustn’t be a bit disturbed, ’Cause it’s only Benny snoring. Barbara Kibbe Sweet, serene, and quiet You never make a noise; But you’re a deadly weapon To poor defenseless boys. Ernest Landry Ernie plays the piano, For him it never balks; Sometimes it even begs; But most times it just talks. Helen Soboleski Helen is a little girl Who dresses up to date; There’s nothing more to say, Except that she’s first rate. John Lakonski Johnny, you’re the boy, Who’s famous for his grins; But you’re such a fine athlete, It’s too bad you weren’t twins. Dorothy Hebert Dottie is a vamp, And uses all her wiles, On “children” unacquainted With “Come Hither” smiles. Theodore Lockwood “Teddie” plays a saxophone, He makes it moan and squeal; Some people call it music We call it “Sax Appeal.” Margaret Miller Basketball is the hobby Of many in our class; We have another victim, A fair and sturdy lass. Sebastian Angelica Sebastian has made quite a name In baseball we all know; To see him knock a home run Is worth the price of a show. Helen Zyck Helen can paint a picture, Of anything you name; We know some day we’ll find her In the Hall of Fame. Chester Novak Chester is a farmer boy And quite a chemist, too; He can perform most any task You’d like to have him do. Sally Zyck Sally is so quiet, She hasn’t much to say; She really isn’t sulky, It’s just her natural way. Louis Gates “Slow-motion” Louis Should be his name; And as a trackman He’d ne’er win fame. Edna Fahey A quiet miss we have with us As quiet as can be; ’Twill not take you long to guess That Edna Fahey is she. Rov Jandreau Yes. Roy is a dancer; He knows a clever step, Rut is it his line That’s given him his “rep”? (Continued on Tage 37)