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

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We might add, also, that, by now, all of us knew that they didn ' t have pigeon milk in the boiler room. We had also learned about the tile baths and swimming pool, had hunted for the elevator, and had given up looking for the third-floor cross corridor. But we still could have been sent to Mr. Brown for a left-handed monkey wrench for the desks on the left side of the room. We could have also been sent to the bookroom for a special dictionary for freshmen, but other than these our errands were legitimate. The biggest event of our freshman year, however, was the end of the spucky era. No more spuckies; no more could the cry be heard ringing through the cor- ridors and cafeteria: — Hit ' im with a spucky! Alas for an old English High in- stitution. Now, however, the spring drew on — and, — well read the next paragraph. CAPTAIN HENNESSEY had his volunteer squad out heaving bean bags, hand grenades to us, — and here we might pause to hold belated services for the poor inebriate who walked into one barrage, on the wrong side of the street parade. These events occurred in the usual English High style. The only thing that went off as planned, however, was the scientific placing of our certain best drillers in the armory basement guarding the clothes. These same faces were seen in the center of the ranks in the street parade. Now, at the end of our freshman year, let us take one more look at our ath- letic teams, this time turning to baseball. We were co-champions. On top at the end of the sports year as at the beginning. Well, now as we sat sweating in our homerooms, no longer puzzled by the rotating block system, realizing now that cruel fate had decreed that there shall be no elevator or tile showers, we wished that the bell would ring so that we could leave our beloved Alma Mater for two months. Then at last, through the sticky heat of the South End summer, a bell did ring, and chaos reigned I They refer to blue Monday, but alas and alack, They never mention Thursday — the day we go back! LIBRARY WORK HAS APPEALED TO THESE BOYS OF THE E. H. S. LIBRARY CORPS. THEIR WORK HAS BEEN OF REAL SERX ICE TO THE SCHOOL. First row, left to right: Robert Shea, James Amirault, Earl Taylor, . lan Tobin, Leo Kearns, Paul Black, Edward Gula- chenski. Second row: Miss Irene Kelly, Librarian, David Meffan, Edwin Rubin, James Doyle, Arthur Shaw, and William Francis.

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After covering the most memorable day in our English High careers — next to graduation, of course — let us proceed with our first-year activities. We were always picking the splinters out of our pants after wildly cheering on our city championship football team over in the smoky atmosphere of Braves ' Field. Those were the days when giants — our line averaged six feet and one hundred ninety pounds — played football for English. We were all thrilled and chilled on that memorable Thanksgiving day when our line and KORAN KASABIAN wrecked Latin 19-0. But now let us once again venture inside those cherished halls of Montgomery Manor. What period are we entering? — Oh, yes, drill, sir. We really suffered there more than anywhere. Our captain was always referring us to the furniture polish ads whenever we needed hair tonic. He said it ought to polish blocks like ours wonder- fully. Ah, the poor freshmen, we really caught it in drill. There were, of course, those happenings that merit discussion such as the captain who gave the command Spittoons, Column Right, only to bounce off the wall himself; or, perhaps, the freshman, who at the command, Present — Arms! made a formal presentation of his gun to the captain, and then after school made a formal presentation of him- self to the drill master for formal, also private, instruction in the meaning of the various commands. Yes, it was a great year for the freshmen in drill, blistered feet excepted. We might note here that although we were now struggling through December, some were still getting a seat at the wrong lunch. Were their heads or their stomachs the more responsible? The track and hockey seasons were now on and we were in the middle of our first year. Well, with CAPTAIN DOHERTY, RED GILBERT, FRAN MURPHY, and B OB BARRY, JENNINGS and CAPUTO scoring goals, we won the Reggies city championship in hockey. THE RADIO AND DRAMATICS CLUB Presenting The Cavalcade of English High as a Feature of the 12Sth Anniversary Celebration.

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Thank your Blue and Blue Business Staff for making this yearbook possible. Sophomore Year Ah, yes, September had rolled around again, and we were off for Montgomery Manor once more. This year, however, we were really grown up. Why, we knew our way around without radar; we found our homerooms in five minutes flat; but best of all, the closest we got to the cafeteria this year was hearing distance. Hear- ing distance — depending upon the excellence of one ' s ears — could start anywhere from Dover, Copley, or Girls ' High. But then, that ' s silly, who ' d be even trying to hear English while passing Girls ' High? And now, my friends, whom did you win for a homeroom adviser? If the readers will permit it, the author would like to relate a few of his experiences in room 231. There, buried under typewriters and cowboy hats, snoozed some of the illustrious class of ' 46. There was one amusement, however — the typewriters. At the sound of each click, the instructor, worthy horseman that he was, would gallop around the room rounding up those varmints. Verily, we were headed for the last round-up! Incidentally, while we ' re on the subject, we had a great band that year — eight to twelve pieces depending upon the change of shows intown. Ah. yes, sweet memo- ries, sour notes, and the crack of drumsticks being broken over musicians ' heads. Here we paused to welcome back MR. DOWNEY as head master. He had been on leave of absence to act as State Commissioner of Education. As a rule, things of this type are accepted by the majority without outburst, but as our seventh period was abolished, — why the welcoming committee was enorm ous. Just about this time of year year the E. H. S. Record appeared. This worthy periodical, — periodically, that means a publication which appears spasmodically, about as often as a sober man on Dover Street, — was of its usual excellence.