Everett High School - Crimson Tide / Memories Yearbook (Everett, MA)

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1920 ECHO 9 ONCE more the E. H. S. “Echo” arrives, this time under the auspices of the Class of 1920. To the graduates we commend it as upholding in every respect the traditions of the school. To the un¬ dergraduates we recommend it as an object worthy of perusal and emula¬ tion. To all who have in any way contributed towards its success we express our thanks. —C. J. W. Pour years have now passed since the Class of 1920 entered Everett High. They have been years of work and play, of success and fail¬ ure, but they are years to be remem¬ bered. The future will perhaps never reveal to us a more happy period of time. It is in recognition of this fact that we hasten to own our obligation. Our principal and teachers have labored long and hard for our welfare. It may have seemed in vain; and yet, even the seed that falls by the wayside has its mission in the world. Perhaps from unexpected places in this field of varying fertility the years will bring forth their fruit. —C. J. W. Carl J. Wennerblad HE annual allotment of High School graduates is being unloaded on the world and according to the graduation speakers, received with more than usual delight. We feel jus¬ tified, therefore, in reviewing our ac¬ complishments. Some of us can play football; others of us only baseball. Some can play both, others neither. (Lost opportuni¬ ties are gone forever.) One thing we’re sure the girls all know: how to counterfeit their natural beauty. (Don’t understand this to mean that you use powder girls, no, no!) Every¬ one of us can qualify for important positions—on the National Board of Movie Censorship. We can all sing— in a crowd, and in an assemblage of distinguished people we’d all stand out—outside. Seriously, however, it’s a very sick world into which we go. It’s a world torn with war, pestilence, revolution —horrors beyond description. For years men have been keyed up to the sublime. Now we desire only to got back to the ridiculous once more. The world is in the throes of a great movement. It hangs on the edge of the precipice. Within its bosom great forces are at work. Will the leap be down into the abyss or up to new heights of civilization? Who

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cr cn$ ' o cr T) cntrt TABLE OF CONTENTS Editorials 9 Class History 13 Class of 1921 14 Class of 1922 15 Class of 1923 16 The Spectator 17 The Class Play 18 Athletics 20 Literary Department 28 Lyceum 30 Philomaths 31 Girls’ Glee Club 31 Girls ' English Club 32 Girls’ Literary Club 33 Caltrope Club 34 Tech Club 35 Radio Club 36 Chemistry Club 37 Academic Biographies 38 Commercial Biographies 52 Technical Biographies 62 Domestic Science Biographies 66 Storage Best of help furnished Telephone 911 M F. W. Emerton Company Practical and Reliable Movers of Furniture and Pianos In and Out of City Estimates given for Packing and Crating Furniture and Pianos for Shipment Residence Stand 81 Summer Street Everett Sq., near Kimball’s Drug Store Everett, Mass.

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10 1920 ECHO can tell? In chemistry there is a law known as the Law of Mass Action. When two substances are taking part in a reaction the concentration or mass of the reaction substances determines which way the reaction will go. The world is a great vessel and a tre¬ mendous chemical reaction is taking place in it. The reacting substances are the ' forces of good and evil or, if you prefer, of construction and de¬ struction. The mass of good is made up of many individual atoms of good. The mass of evil is made up of millions of individual atoms of evil. On which side shall we take our stand? —Carl J. Wennerblad THE REALITY OF IDEALS HE prevailing opinion with many ' people is that, when a man is possessed of ideals, (or, as they say, obsessed by them) it is a sign of weak¬ ness. When they wish to say that a plan is impractical or impossible, they say that it is “idealistic.” When they mean that a person is a dreamer, they smile and remark, “He’s an idealist.” Altogether the terms “ideal” and “idealistic” have come to convey the impression either of youthful inex¬ perience or of gullible old-age. Ideals, it seems, are not meant for this prac¬ tical work-a-day world. If they do exist, they are merely illusions, sooner or later to be dispelled by the cold, hard facts. This opinion has been substantiated by the fate of ideals in the war. America was raised to a high pitch of idealism. We dwelt in the hope that the Peace Conference would be in¬ fluenced by the same spirit. It was not. Our faith in ideals received a severe shock. We want no more of them—at least not now. Yet the failure of ideals to be re¬ alized does not alter their usefulness. An ideal is a ' picture of a perfect state. It is a goal toward which we are con¬ stantly striving. But, since our con¬ ception of a perfect state is chang¬ ing continually, ' it is a goal which we never attain. It leads us on and on, up and up. It guides a Columbus out across an unknown sea. It strength¬ ens a Galileo in his belief that the earth was round even though he had to say it was flat. It steadies the hand of Socrates as he raises the deadly hemlock cup to his l ' ips rather than teach that there was not one God. Then, too, an ideal is never wholly lost. Though our ideal League of Nations has not come out of this war, it will never be forgotten. By the idealists of the future it will be vis¬ ualized. It will grow and—in the ful¬ ness of time—there will be a League of Nations. Ideals are real because they lead to realities. The great discoveries of the world have been made by men who could see into the future and who, seeing into the future, had the courage to face the trials of the pres¬ ent. It may be true that ideals belong peculiarly to young men and women. It may be that knocking about the world will knock out most of the ideals, too. But while we can have them, while we can make them serve us, let us not hesitate. Let us not be ashamed of them. Above all, let us not hide them. —Carl J. Wennerblad “Is this a fast train, conductor?” said an excited old man. “Of course it is,” said the conductor. “I thought so. Would you mind get¬ ting out to see what it is f ast to?”