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

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LeRoy J. Kelley President

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26 1920 ECHO Everett 15—Waltham 0 The first real opposition came when Everett journeyed to Waltham. For two periods Everett and Waltham struggled in vain to cross each other’s goal line. The aggressive Waltham backs kept the Everett eleven always on the alert. At the end of the first half, Coach Keaney explained to his men where the weak points in the Waltham team were and inspired them with the “kick and fight” that Cleo used to preach. The first touchdown came by the forward pass route, Kelley to Sweetland and a series of line plunges, and the second touchdown as the result of an intercepted forward pass. The determination to win, that spirit that brought victory to Harvard at Pasa¬ dena, California, was clearly shown by the Everett team. THE SUPERLATIVES Versatilest Teddy von Rosenvinge Peppyist Ruth Connors Popularest “Bobsy” Sullivan Dudiest A1 Vanderhoof Blu shyest May Forslind Babyest Henry Tobin Jazzyest Ed Hogan Lazyest Henry Masse Schoilariest Eleanor Brooks Innocentest Clifton Marks Conscientiousest Julia Maxwell Athleticalest Roy Kelley Gabyest Lucy Hannum Moneyest Paul Finklestein Longest A1 Eames Widest Annie Isenman Delbatest Carl Wennerblad Bosyest Billy Beck Jakyest “Ham” Hooper Inkyest Art Liddell Latest Joe Hughes Bashfullest , Alfred Brown Noisiest Joe MoGonagle Handsomest AHEM! ON’T YOU LOVE To have your fountain pen give out in the middle of an Exam. To sit down on the thumb tack your kind friend has so thought¬ fully placed in your seat before class. To be called on in recitation for the one thing you didn’t study. To bring home the wrong book from school, when you have no study per¬ iod the next day. To have an insistent friend in your immediate rear, persist in asking you a question while the teacher’s eyes are suspiciously resting upon you. To listen to a lengthy and persis¬ tent speaker in the hall, as the wooden seats grow steadily harder and harder. To have Class Meetings continually postponed. To sit on an ice-cream spoon, at Class Meetings, left on the seat by some “awfully cute” person. Excited father rushing up to a wet, bedraggled man standing in a group: “Are you the man who saved my son’s life?” Rescuer, swelling out his chest: “You bet I am sir.” Father: “Well then, where’s his hat?” Teacher: “Give me the correct definition of a vacuum, William.” William: “I-I don’t exactly know, but I’ve got it in my head.”

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28 1920 ECHO Eiteranj THE SIEGE OF BOSTON (1775 B. C.) By Albert J. Baader Note: (In this demented article I shall endeavor to outline for your benefit a deliberate falsification of the recent ginormous and engantic struggle for the city of (Boston.) T was on a Saturday night that the huge British fleet of eight ships struggled up the swift flowing Charles River, under the command of Sir Stonewall Jackson. It tied up to the lilypads in midstream, the com¬ mander having forgotten the anchors for his fleet. The next day the Americans under Abraham Washington gathered along Atlantic Ave., to fight until the last drop of blood. The British commander sent a message to Washington stating that he wouldn’t attack until the next day because his men would have to have their corns shaved before they could walk. Washington then placed his men in flivvers and took them to the Or- pheum for the afternoon. There they met Gen. Pitcairn and Gen. Foch, both American Patriots. When they came out of the show they found that the enemy had sent over a barrage of water shells, so Washington had to send for boats to ferry his army across Washington street. He then took to the subway and escaped to Boylston street where he went into quarters for the night in the Little building. During the night the Gen. had some gas generators of several varieties of cheese set up on ' the summit of Bunker Hill, which the wind blew to the enemy. The fumes were so strong that the enemy ships broke away from their moorings and drifted out to sea in the search for pure atmosphere. The next morning the British found themselves floating about in the wide expanse of Dorchester Bay. The Gen¬ eral of the Biritish fleet ordered his ships to turn their Jazz Bands on the city and blast it with noise. Then came the last and most im¬ portant battle, that of Bunker Hill. Gen. Washington sent word to his home that he was besieged and asked if his better third would send him a change of socks, some Pluto water, a box of lice exterminator, a plug ot B. L. and his old rose night cap. He then retired to Bunker Hill. The Mayor of Boston sent Washington a cart-load of his moral support and wished him the worst of luck. The British then moved to the at¬ tack. Washington sent up soap bub¬ bles into the air and by looking at them carefully, he could see mirrored on their surface the acts of the enemy. The British leader, Gen. Pluto of the Physic Brigade, led -the attack. He sent a battery of fords ahead, but they got stuck half way up and backed down so fast that they killed 100 of the British. The second attack failed as badly as had the first, for at the moment of the attack, his men heard the Jazz music from Roughans hall a little way off, and half of the men deserted on the dead run for Boston’s famous Jazz center. The minute men from Lexington then were found to be under the influence of hops, and Gen. Washington tele¬ phoned the City Square police sta¬ tion and had the Paddy Wagon take the discomforted contingent from Lexington to the lock up. The Ameri¬ cans made the next move, a brave lad from the Concord regiment com-