Enfield High School - Echo Yearbook (Enfield, CT)

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CLASS OF 1935

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The Enfield Echo 5 COMPLIMENTS OF Clarence L. Martin HAZARDVILLE, CONN. Norge Refrigerators Norge Washers A year ago I prophesied that this coun- try was going to be “NORGEIZED” My hearty thanks to all my friends who have bought Norges and made my prophecy come true. To all my other friends who are not happy Norge owners, won’t you let me call and explain why one of the coun- try’s largest selling refrigerators is the Norge?

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tlbe J£nfieli Ecbo Published at intervals during the school year by the members oj the Enfield Public High School, Thompsonville, Conn. Entered as second-class matter February 21, 1917. at the Post Office at Thompsonville, Conn., under the Act of March 3. 1879. VOL. 23 THOMPSONVILLE, CONN., JUNE 1935 NO. 1 ADDRESS OF WELCOME (By Donald Comrie) In behalf of the class of nineteen hundred thirty-five, I take pleasure in welcoming you to these, our class night exercises. Through effort, the class has reached goals never attained before. Through honor, the class has upheld the high standards maintained throughout the years. Lastly through service, has given to this institution what it was capable of offering. But our success has been mainly due to the generous help which you, the loyal sup- porters of the class, have given us. So in behalf of the Class of Nineteen Hundred Thirty-five I extend their sincere appreciation and again with the most sincere and deepest pleasure welcome you, parents, teachers and friends to our Class Night Exercises. CLASS HISTORY (By Rita Garvey) I had just finished reading DeQuincy’s “Confession of an Eng- lish Opium Eater”, and, being of the adventurous type, I resolved to delve into the realm of the blissful “pill”. By means of political influence I was able to secure the narcotic and, on an evening marked by the furious lashings of a gale, I placed myself on a divan before the crackling blaze in my fireplace. The room was utterly dark, except for the light thrown by the blazing logs. Under the weird atmosphere of the rain lashing at the windows and the ghostly effect of the flickering shadows on the wall, I went, with the feeling of one who is about to view untold wonders, through the process of “cooking the pill”. After taking a few puffs, the dancing shadows on the wall seemed to become blurred and the fire vanished into nothingness. Generally in such blissful slumbers one sees enchanted places and bewitching people and encounters delightful events. My dream proved no exception.