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

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18 1920 ECHO this ship as a huge trireme with an oar for every student on board. In our earnest moments we realize that the training on this ship is to fit us for life. As in sports so likewise in studies, the reputation of Everett High is an honorable one. Graduates have gone into college and into busi¬ ness and have reflected great credit upon their training here. During the war, the government sent out an S. O. S. call: “ships our .salvation.” With this High School fleet of ships at the disposal of every student, we have the means of working out our temporal salvation. It re¬ mains with us to do it. —Dwight H. McMahon. CLASS PLAY By A Critic HE Class Play this year was, to use one of Mr. “Bugs” Baer’s pet phrases, “tres bien” (pronounced three beans). Of course, you all saw it so that saves me the trouble of proving it but no harm will be done if we just take up a page or so and review the notable event. As we all know and admit, the Class of ’20 had much talent and many re¬ markable people so this insured a splendid cast. Before going further we will remind you just who the catet included: “Ted” von Rosenvinge, the youth with peroxide-colored hair, and “Bobs” Sullivan, the girl who made Elsie Ferguson a back number, were leading man and leading lady. “Ed” J. Hogan, (the J stands for Jazz) made John Barrymore a bitter enemy by showing John up. Ruth Conners, Beatrice McGillen, Dorothy Arnold, Ruth Davis, and Lucile Hannum all have been offered contracts to star in the movies and Arthur Liddell, Albert Van der hoof, Charles Hooper, Carl “Bobs” Sullivan Wennerblad, and Harris Lamson, most of whom have decided to remain ac¬ tors the rest of their lives rather than work, complete the cast. If any person doubts that this was an all-star cast, we will run “East Lynne” some time “Ted” von Rosenvinge in the future for their benefit. The directors were Miss Brown and Miss Marshall and I understand that Mr. Ziegfield, who wrote the book “The Ziegfield Follies,” has been try¬ ing to get a few pointers from them on how to produce a show right.

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1920 ECHO 17 A High School Fleet Dwight H. McMahon OME time ago, the Specta¬ tor heard Professor Athearn speak. He opened his ad¬ dress by presenting a fleet of ships which were used in religious education. Now if we take some of the professor’s ships and add some of our own, we shall have a high school fleet. Probably the best known ship in our ship is “Sportsman-ship A first class man-o-war is this ship, with up- to-date equipment and the highest type of training for her crew. From her mainmast flies the crimson and blue. Her achievements give us con¬ tinual pride. “Teamwork” is the watchword on board. When the ship is in action-, each of her crew flings his whole energy into the fray. Each strives to deserve his “E” rather than a “Y” (yellow). All other ships have high respect for the “E. H. S. Sports¬ man”. Time after time she has come into port with that prize boat of all schools, the “Championship” in tow. Another mighty ship in our fleet is “Fellowship.” I think I see her as a pleasure yacht riding at anchor. It is on board her that we have our class meetings, our cluib meetings, and all other social events. The band is fre¬ quently playing. Everything on board is to be enjoyed. There are also quiet, informal occasions. We can recall many a pleasant time which was un¬ planned and unlooked for. A sister ship to “Fellow-ship” is “Friend-ship”. Each one of us has an intimate friend and many close friends in High School. We exchange pictures at graduation that we may seal our friendship. We trust that the friends which we gain at High School will be our friends for life. At the head of our little fleet is “Leader-ship.” Student “Leader-ship” is what I refer to. We make this ship ourselves. We choose her timbers and place them in their positions. One fellow we place as a captain, another fellow as a president, while still an¬ other fellow or a girl we place at the head of a committee. School spirit is at its flood tide when our leaders fulfill our ideal of leaders and when we ful¬ fill their ideal of supporters. The greatest ship in our fleet is “Scholar-ship”. Without this ship, the fleet could not exist. I think I see

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1920 ECHO 19 Frank Porter was business man¬ ager and we’ll hand it to Frank as being one of the best little managers Frank R. Porter in captivity. Nat Kosak and William Dowd let the world in on a chance to advertise on the menu (I mean pro¬ gram) and Lewis Slack, Walter Woods, and Paul Dcrn pushed the scenery around. The play was given Thursday and Friday, May 20 and 21. The hall was full to capacity both nights and the crowd certainly got their lil’ four bits’ worth. Dress rehearsals were given on the previous Tuesday and Wednes day afternoons for the grammar school children. As near as I could count, there were 361,432 children who at¬ tended. Four famous press agents made a tour of the schools and told the children of the play and why they should come, one and all. They came, all, and one more. Later one of the press agents said that he thought kindergarten teachers were just grand, which just goes to show the older we get the younger ideas we get. Now that we have dug up with our little shovel all that we could and brought to your minds once more the Class Play of the Class of ’20, we once more wish to thank all who helped in any way to make the play the suc¬ cess that it was. —Arthur Flood. STACCATO NOTES By Albert J. Baader I MIGHT BE YOUR ONCE IN A WHILE—“Bobs” Sullivan. YOU’D BE SURPRISED—Bee Mc- Gillen. LONG BOY—A1 Eames. TAKE ME TO THE LAND OF JAZZ r—Billy Beck. HOW I iMISiS YOU WHILE YOU’RE AWAY—Ted von Rosenvinge. WHERE IS MY WANDERING BOY TO-NIGHT?—(Fred Peasley. DADDY LONG LEGS—Ed Coburn. SOME DAY SOMEBODY IS GOING TO GET YOU—Carl Wennerblad. SHIM - ME - SH A - W A B BLE — Ruth “Connie” Connors. I’M A TWELVE O’CLOCK FELLOW —Leroy “Kef” Kelley. LOVE IS A WONDERFUL THING— A1 Vanderhoof. Q. T. U. C. I. M. 4. U.—Ed. Hogan. OH HOW I HATE! TO GET UP IN THE MORNING—Joe Hughes. GEE I WISH I WAS BIG—Happy Henderson. WHOSE LITTLE HEART ARE YOU BREAKING NOW?—Harris Lamson. HESITATE ME AROUND, BILL— Ruth LeBaron. PAPRIKA—Avis Bowman.