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

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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

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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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Alex Adams leaves a whiffle that had us worried. Paul Coleman leaves to see On the Avenue for the eleventh (or is it the twelfth?) time. Roy Williams leaves the box tops from ten packages of Wheaties. Ralph Ryan leaves a couple of broken records. John Crimmins leaves — always the Perfect Editor. Larry Stone leaves for Dorchester. (Why?) Sam Abany leaves the number one spot in the catalogue vacant for the first time in four years. Al Lopez leaves to open a Bank. Lawson Ott leaves, still wearing his uniform bedecked with a flock of Rifle Team medals. Alcott Larsson leaves for Maine or Vermont. John England leaves, a gentleman and a scholar. The Cavarnos boys leave quietly and with dignity and honor. Red Devine leaves, the perfect example of what the well-dressed English High man should wear. Stu Peirce leaves the way he came in. Dave Smith leaves a lot of personality. Tommy Burns and leaves a trail of smoke. John Dugan leaves a couple of cut slips he couldn ' t fix up. Santo Piazza and Brendan Sheehan leave a used typewriter ribbon. Ray Scannell leaves his opinion on some weighty matters. (He had to get rid of them somehow.) Glasier leaves a couple of A stars. Bob Field leaves, still looking for the formula for red ink. Jimmy Sullivan leaves for points west. (Quality not quantity.) Marshall Hahn leaves, still convinced he ' s an artist. Gabby Slavet leaves an echo. George D ' Arcy leaves with Bob Bloom. Louis Michaelson leaves by diploma-cy. Doug Brown leaves two extra names. Kittridge leaves a couple of Wild West Stories we couldn ' t use. Saad and Rados, the Demon Mathematicians, leave us in a daze. Sydney Tushin leaves for a better land we know. Don Amara leaves like a flash. Duke Nazzaro leaves — (moment of silence). Paul Murphy leaves — still a strong, silent man. Johnny Grabski leaves a liking for aviation. John Tevnan leaves — still the life of the party. The Brothers Rogers leave in their Model T (which is quite a trick whe.n you see the old wreck). Baker, Rosendorf, and Carroll leave a few swell knock-knocks which they did not have a chance to use. Pollock leaves one of Tizzy Lish ' s recipes. Piatelli and Meldon leave like Damon and Pythias. Yours truly leaves by popular request. Hear ye and heed ye this, our last will and testament. Seek not at great peril to break said will or to misinterpret its meaning! Signed, sealed, and delivered this seventeenth day of March in the Year of Our Lord nineteen hundred and thirty-seven. John de Piccolellis Maker of Wills and Testaments. Page Nine,