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

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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.

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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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ROOM COUNCILORS OF THE UPPERCLASSES Third Row: John J, Spillane, Robert G. Sewall, John P. Doyle, Eugene L. Holmes, Donald G. Clanton, Hugh J. Munro, Frederick K. Toliiver. Second R ow : Paul D. Roche, Robert W. Egan, William M. Ciccolo, John E. Byrne, Thomas J. O ' Keefe, Edward P. Foley, William E. Wallace, Dante F. DeFuria. First Row: Arthur J. Waters, Jason Long, Aldo V. Belmonte, Leonard S. Spiesman, Edward J. McCarthy, Philip C. Hargraves, Eugene Y. Horoz, James P. Harrington. Oh, yes, we just remembered about the case of KANOVITZ: he cut Li in his sophomore year. What happened? Well, if KANOVITZ waited till he was a senior to find out, so can you. My, my, we mustn ' t overlook the Egleston line. Why, this is the one and only line which can boast of as many unmentionable experiences as ever took place on any car line. Yes, ' twas there, on that hallowed line, that ADAINIS won a medal for valor on the field of duty: it seems he strained the conductor ' s patience while holding a door for his pals. Just about this time of year we were all reflecting on our football team. They were undefeated, untied, and unscored upon until that fatal Thanksgiving day when Latin tied us: 0 to 0. We still remember JACK FARRELL for that end around, and GILES POWELL for his facial expressions that seemingly discouraged would be tacklers. Now, however, the time of year had come that made school a drudgery. No sports to follow; in fact, nothing more exciting was going on than getting caught among three freshmen chasing a fourth over on the north side. Of course we, the high and mighty sophs, never indulged in similar activities. Yes, the longing for Christmas holidays had intensified to such an extent that it seemed as though the shows changed daily. Ah, well, the New Year rolled around once more. In fact, we might add that the only person who passes consistently at lontgomery ] Ianor is Father Time. Of course this statement was merely the result of observation of the report cards that came out after New Year ' s so that everyone might enjoy his Christmas holidays. Sometimes we wished they would never come out so we could enjoy the New Year too.