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

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12 1920 ECHO voice. Prom a reflective contemplation of the scenery former Secretary of the Treasury, Leslie M. Shaw, glanced up with a familiar twinkle in his eye. “Do you know, Joe,” he commented, “I was thinking of these old battlefields we are passing. Did it ever occur to you that no monu¬ ments are ever erected to pleasure? No flowery road leads to glory The virtue lies in the struggle—always. Isn’t that an encouraging thought for young fellows starting out in life?” —Carl J. Wennerblad SCHOOL ALPHABET Dorothy Arnold, a blonde little lass, Has a high rank that few can surpass. William Mitchell Hawkins Beck Junior has a name he can’t reject. Marian Curley by nature and name By writing may some day win fame. The Dolloffs, both Urmah and Fred, Have on their heads bright crowns of red. Alfred Eames, football captain elect, Has put many chandeliers in a wreck. M,ay F ' otrslind, has always a scare, That out of place may be one little hair. Lillias Ginder, is so very prim, We can’t imagine her having a “him.” As for Lucile Hannum, can’t she talk? Can you imagine her lips in a lock? Annie O. Isenman, an ex-Maldenite, Is beginning to think Everett all right. William Janscy, a football lad, Thinks study for one’s health is bad. Le Roy Kelley, ah! here’s the boy, That fills feminine hearts with joy. When Ruth LeBaron rolls her eyes, Then you hear heart broken sighs. Clifton Marks isn’t very tall, But then prize packages are always small. Florence Nelson believes in persis¬ tence, Not following the line of least resis¬ tance. A cigarette you’ll surely see burn, Between the fingers of Robert O’Hearn. Frank Porter’s use of slang, Causes his teachers many a pang. Lillian Quimby is very precise, In fact she indulges in no form of vice. We hope von Rosenvinge’s little, bald spot, Won’t interfere with his line of thought. Herbert Splane prefers Philomaths, To Jove and Juno and their wraths. James Talbot’s very slick hair, For sliokness is beyond compare. As for U, as you like, do— Now if a striking lad you see, Albert Vanderhoof it surely must be. When Carl Wennerblad begins to orate, People take notice, for he’s first rate. X Y Z unknowns, we have not— For everyone shines in some little spot. Try This Gne Why is a bee-hive like a bad potato? Because a bee-hive is a bee-holder, a beholder is a spectator, and a specked ’tator is a bad potato.

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1920 ECHO 11 FOUR SHORT YEARS By Helen Lydon N a warm day in autumn four years ago, your friends reluctantly and slowly en¬ tered the Everett High School. They met there a multitude of superior beings, known as Sophomores, Juniors, and Seniors, who assumed toward them an attitude of patient toleration and apparent amusement at their “greenness.” Each of the friends went his own way, suf¬ fering the trials that every Freshman undergoes, frequently becoming hope¬ lessly lost in the wilds of the corri¬ dors, until the space of nine months had elapsed. Then came a long, delightful inter¬ val of rest and recreation, after which the four friends returned, just as re¬ luctantly, but not as ignorantly, as before. This time they entered with assurance and familiarity, and, taking advantage of their increased in¬ telligence and experience, they im¬ pressed the poor newcomers to their midst with their importance by vari¬ ous means, passing before them in the filing lines, while the humble “Fresh- ies” stood hack in realization of their own inferiority. The year was largely one of earnest work and study, with¬ out much participation in social events, and when at last June arrived, each one felt grateful at the prospects of a long vacation. The following autumn they entered upon a new term with enthusiasm and interest. Their studies were relieved by enjoyable class meetings, delight¬ ful Glee Club entertainments, thrill¬ ing football games, a lively and inter¬ esting Prize Speaking Contest, and the added distinction of a Junior Prom. Thus the third year was quickly and enjoyably spent, and each one looked forward to the next autumn, in spite of the tribulations of the first year. The fourth year was one of mingled effort and. pleasure. The happy quar¬ tet enjoyed to the full their superior station as Seniors, working with an ambition to be a credit to the school which they had come to love, partici¬ pating in all the social activities, evincing an active interest in all the affairs of the school, until at last the year drew to a close. The four friends, one an aspirant to a college education, another an effi¬ cient stenographer and bookkeeper, the third a skilled technical worker, and the fourth a competent scientist of domestic arts, capable of making any man happy, anticipate with genuine regret the prospect of future separa¬ tion from Everett High, and fully be¬ lieve that— When the Future becomes the Present, And the Present becomes the Past, When School becomes but a memory, And we’re out of it at last, Then will the voices of Echoes Come crowding to our ears, Making us wish we were back again, Living over the years. IFE without labor is guilt,” says Ruskin. He expresses a great truth. He points out a philosophy of life. Did you ever think of what happens to the “leis¬ ure class” of nature? The idle limb weakens, withers, and drops off. The unused organ is the first point of attack by disease. Likewise the idlers are the cancers of society and in the process of its growth must be cast off. Some of us expect to get by on “pull,” or else we envy the person who can. The only “pull” that counts is the “pull” we pull ourselves. In life as in grammar the only proper use of “pull” is as a transitive verb and in the active

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1920 ECHO 13 CLASS HISTORY IHE Class Ship 1920 is scheduled to leave port the latter part of June, but just a review of its pleasure excursions dur¬ ing the past year may not be out of place. With Roy Kelley as Captain, Joe Hughes, First Mate, Beatrice Sulli¬ van to keep the Ship’s Log, and Ruth Le Baron assisted by Ruth Connors in Purser’s position, we set sail. Headed by Pilot Beck, a crew con¬ sisting of Silvaggio, Kelley, Eames, Salvi, Porter, von Rosenvinge, Hiltz, Bazley, Hulsman, Alford, Masse, Harrington and Janscy, left the ship and set out for Gridiron Island. Al- tho Bobsy Sullivan at the fog horns cheered them up and altho they had warm blankets (presented by the decided to get first prizes, and the girls of the E. H. S. Fleet) still they judges decided Carl Wennerblad arrived a second too late to find the treasure of the island called “Championship.” In the saloon we had class meet¬ ings and were served with “Knox and Slamz” at intermission. Then one stormy night when the sea rolled, the Glee Club entertained us with “The American Girl.” At Christmas time Ed Hogan became t Santa Claus and distributed his gifts among the steerage. A special detective was engaged, as the Pur¬ ser’s desk had been swamped with the proceeds of the Senior Dance— Billy Beck deckman. A windy evening in March we had a Prize Speaking Contest. “Ted” von Rosenvinge and Lucile Hannum should have second prize. And as the May flowers bloomed, we saw “Green Stockings.” Misses Brown and Marshall supervised the wearing of the so-called stockings in true ship-shape. And then to guard our Diamond are Kelley, Hull, Porter, Silvaggio, Doucet, Reynolds, Malmgren, and Harris. The various clubs, too, have all done their part to make life aboard ship pleasant. Our ship has touched the rocks and reefs, but now as we are to sail upon the Broad Ocean of Life, the passengers of “1920” wish to those whose ship is not yet launched “BON VOYAGE.” Marian Mae Curley.