English High School - Blue and Blue / Record Yearbook (Boston, MA)

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Knute R. Nelson A Message from Our President As we reach the final hours of our eventful days in English High, I would like to express my gratitude for the trust and confidence you have placed in me as chief executive of your class. It is not only the honor of being the president of a graduating class of the English High School that prompts this expression of thanks, but of being President of the Class of 1937, a class rich in achievement. Undoubtedly we have set a high standard for future classes. In addition to customary triumphs on the athletic field, we have enjoyed splendid success in our scholastic and social endeavors. Directly responsible for this fine re cord is the excellent support you have rendered your class officers and committees. X e leave English High, but with us we take the memories and friendships formed during an all too brief period. Throughout the years they will keep alive the traditional English High School spirit. It is altogether fitting that we pay tribute to the faculty of our school, the members of which have so unstintingly contributed their time and effort to the end that we might the better prepare for that which rfes before us. Our appreciation of their efforts and especially of those of our headmaster, Walter F. Downey, is something of which we will be definitely conscious as we go forward in life toward our goal of lienor and achievement. Knute R. Nelson Page Seven

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he - €€ ODirJI English High Spirit During the last four years we have traveled along together, attempting many things. Some have succeeded, and others have failed; but out of these victories or defeats have come, tested in the forge of experience, ideals and attitudes that will serve us through life. i Time, in its onward sweep, is relentlessly carrying us toward a new portal that will open to us the lists of life and at the same time close upon us the period of carefree high school days. We must turn in different directions, some to enter the world of business and industry, others to continue their educational activities. All groups, however, are bound together by the strongest of ties, their loyalty to Alma Mater. English High has not only nourished us through these formative years, not only strengthened us in mind and in body, but above all it has imbued us with its spirit — ' a spirit constant as the stars. This feeling has no sudden birth. It is the result of long exposure to English High aims and traditions. Through the years this loyalty has attained an almost legendary reputation. To us of English it is a source of pride; to others, a cause for wonder. Each class, as it returns year after year to renew its pledge of fealty, gives evidence of the vigor of the love that fills the heart of every English High man from his entrance as a freshman to his departure as a senior and far beyond. Our introduction into the world of endeavor initiates us into the body of alumni whose principles become ours and whose example we cherish. The new dignity will test our worthiness to uphold the honor of our school. Whether in business or in education, the ideals of manhood must be those taught us in our youth. Conditions may differ, and no definite rule for the conduct of our classmates can be laid down; but he who follows the guidance of English High has a firm basis for future success. As our predecessors have been models foi us, so too do we become examples for those who follow. We, who have but lately learned the truth, have become teachers. I Thus it lives on, in a never-ending cycle, this elusive something with which i old English endows her sons. Because of it, we will go on planning and buildins; until the world is a better place for living, and until Honor is the goal of every man ' s Achievemott. John H. Crimmins Page Six

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Ye Lost Will and Testament of Ye Class of ' 37 Hear Ye! Heed Ye We, the Seniors of The EngHsh High School in the City of Boston, Countv of Suffolk, Commonwealth of Massachusetts, on the seventeenth day of March in the Year of our Lord Nineteen Hundred and Thirty-seven, the one hundred and twenty- sixth year of English High, being in full possession of our mental faculties, do declare this to be our last will and testament, revoking all others made heretofore; and we do set hereimto our hand and seal. TO THE JUNIORS: To the Class of 193 8, we leave the honor, dignity, and prestige of being Seniors of English High School. You have been close to greatness and have warmed yourselves in the sun of genius as you followed in the foot- steps of the illustrious Class of ' 37. (No back talk now!) Yours is the exceedingly difficult task as Seniors of filling our shoes. As officers and gentlemen you will be entrusted with the several hundred commissions to be distributed by Major Driscoll and Major Meanix and at all times you must conduct yourselves in a m.anner worthy of your exalted position as Seniors. TO THE SOPHOMORES: We hail you as Juniors but remind you that it ' s only the beginning! ' e also leave you these pearls of great wisdom: you are in for a lot of hard work, unless you get out the catalogue and start searching for snap courses or transfer to Latin School. TO THE FRESHMEN: We give you permission to enroll in the finest school in the United States — one that is rich in the tradition and valor of those who have gone before. We also leave you the comforting knowledge that you are one year nearer Social Security. TO LATIN SCHOOL: We leave, as. a magnanimous gesture which springs from the boundless generosity of our hearts, countless numbers of bladeless knives, without handles and wrapped in cellophane, as a consolation prize of sorts for not having been members of our worthy institution. TO THOSE WHO ARE TO COME: We leave a school rich in mellow tradition; its honor is not to be smirched. THE FOLLOWING DIGNITARIES LEAVE INDIVIDUAL BEQUESTS: Knute Nelson leaves with the knowledge of a job well done. Laurie Albre leaves McHenry and Reddy temporarily without a stooge. Teddy Lipsitz leaves, still trying to sell a couple of Oil Burners. Irving Gray leaves (a sigh of relief from IH). Ed Storer leaves his brother Phil. Don Knott (the capitalist) leaves a faded sunflower and a sick elephant. Farahe Maloof leaves the memory of a swell guy. Comrade Kripke leaves a sickle and a hammer. Jackie Daly leaves his great, big, beautiful smile. Page Eight