Greenfield High School - Evergreen / Exponent Yearbook (Greenfield, MA)

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THE EXPONENT 11 Tattle kept us on duty all hours of the night, but, ' much to our relief, the enemy finally went away. Many of our regiment suffered keenly; some were wounded so badly that they had to stay behind, or be helped along with the aid of the staff. Now when the besiegers had gone, all planned for a good time. The Colonel called a meeting of our regiment for the purpose of choosing a place for a picnic. Lake Spofford was decided upon, so the regiment shouldered their pack of eats and journeyed there. Everyone enjoyed himself, even on the way home. A short while afterwards, training and drill were abandoned, and all the regiment wore serious faces. We said farewell to the 21st regiment, at one of the best “Proms” that was ever given to a Senior regiment. Snappy music, artistic deco¬ rations, and delicious eats gave everyone a whoop¬ ing good time. Then, after a few days, we solemnly and silently watched the older soldiers pick their way out of the old stronghold to join expeditions for other lands. In this way, we were left alone to enjoy a fur¬ lough of two months. Senior Year We returned for duty after our vacation, fresh and ready to work. In fact, we were so energetic that the Rookies looked enviously at us and ex¬ claimed, “Behold, the Senior soldiers.” Now when the routine work was over, we all were ordered to rooms 9 and 11 for a regimental conference. All agreed that we needed a working plan so Gen. Smith, Chief-of-Staff, submitted a Constitution. In order to carry out this plan, how¬ ever, we asked Lieutenant-General Hamilton to act as Parliamentarian. During the Conference we elected our officers. Tom Nims and Muriel Crosier were reelected Colonel and Lieut-Colonel respectively. Gertrude Miller was chosen as Ad¬ jutant, Bill Andrews and Bob Alberti, Sergeants, a clever and strategic head to lead our regiments all agreed. The annual battle with the Shelburne Falls war¬ riors was held on Franklin field, and repeating their last year’s feat, again made us go under the yoke. The score was close, 56 to 52, one of the fiercest battles ever staged on the field. The next day, there was a great deal of hustling and bustling, when the popular cry was heard, “Let’s give that bunch a thrashing in football.” Andrews, McLaughlin, and Nichols all started out to carry this into effect. Accordingly we met the Arms legion on Green River field and slaughtered them to the whitewashing score of 40 to 0. Things began to get down to working order again, when a request from the “Hoppers” was served on the Chief-of-Staff, asking for a dance. “Flop’s Syncopaters” were hired and all danced to their hearts’ content. Brig. Gen. Nichols again called for recruits for the basketball squad. Andrews, Bostley, McLaugh¬ lin, and O’Hara responded and helped boost the team. Nevertheless it lacked experience, and was a little upset by the factor aggregations. The next thing we heard was in the form of an order saying that the several English classes would have debating squads. Everyone knew that the English Department was getting in some of its “deep-stuff,” yet, all enjoyed the work since the debates were keenly contended and interesting. Our next sensation was in the nature of a visitor. Inspector “Good-English Week” examined our fortress and nearly covered the place with posters reminding us of our speech. Some way of other, this gentleman arrested “Bill” Andrews for using undignified and slangy expressions. His trial was divided into two scenes; the first of which was more of a minstrel show, while the latter was the celebrated court case. After due deliberation, Andrews was found guilty and just punishment was imposed for his bad expressions. Now after this legal matter had passed, we were granted a furlough through Xmas. Our thinking helmets and packs of thoughts were cast off in order that we might enjoy ourselves. During this leave of absence, a football dance was given in Washington Hall. Its purpose was to raise money for gold footballs and to give the team a banquet. Judging by the size of the crowd, the members of the squadron either received ordinary size foot¬ balls of gold or else were filled to bursting with eats. After this vacation, the sun must have eloped with his shadow, the moon, because everything seemed dark and dismal. Even Fleming forgot to talk and Tom Nims forgot his financial enterprises when the “Midjams” came again to bombard us. Some of us came through with flying colors while others lay about wounded, and dying. Work was begun at once in nursing the injured and the staff helped materially at this work. In fact, many of them were decorated with crosses, which they dis¬ played very plainly in the recitation rooms. From this time on, nothing worth noting oc¬ curred until the preparations for our regiment’s play began. Then all was hustle and bustle until the performance was moulded into shape. Finally this play, “The Adventure of Lady Ursula,” was given two nights in the Congregational Parish House, with Betty Freshou r and Vincent Bostley taking the leading roles, backed up by a star cast in every respect. The profits somewhat augmented our treasury, due in part to the members of the regiment who took the “sweet job” of selling candy

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10 THE EXPONENT ment made a fine showing. We were more than proud of “Andy,” our four letter man that year. Also, a great deal of credit should go to Bostley in track; Clarke and Nims in football; Cameron and McLaughlin in baseball. I must not fail to give praise to those of our regiment who made the Girls’ Basketball Team that year, for Elsie, Madeline and Muriel certainly did fine work. Shortly after this, sorrow entered our ranks on the wings of death. On Feb. 9, 1920 one of our “buddies” went “west.” One of the bravest and most loyal of the company, Private Morris, shall never be forgotten. A few days later she was buried with all the honor due to a soldier and many of her comrades followed her body to the grave. We had hardly recovered from this blow when we were again informed that the Midjams were preparing for an attack once more. We made ready for another fierce battle and again repulsed the enemy. They endeavored to take our little Eddie Fleming prisoner, but he is still among us. After this, things resumed their natural course. Toward the end of our second year at G. H. S. the 20th regiment planned to give a play and for the first time members of other regiments were asked to take part. The honors went to Private Fleming, Chickering, Verville, Muriel Crosier and Alberta Couture, all of whom helped to make “Nathan Hale” a success. And then the Finejams swarmed down upon us again. But we held our line until, after a week of hard battling, they retreated from sight. After this, our general granted the entire army a two months’ furlough which was much needed after the hard battle. And so ended our second year of training at G. H. S. Junior Year The 22d regiment of the stronghold, G. H. S. started on the third leg of its objective in Septem¬ ber, 1920. We elected Tom Nims as Colonel, Muriel Crosier, Lieutenant-Colonel; Elizabeth Freshour, Adjutant; George Corsiglia and Edward Kelley, Sergeants. After this political work was over, we were giv¬ en orders to prepare for action. The warriors of the Shelburne Falls country challenged us to bat¬ tle. Our Brigadier-General Nichols took a crack squadron onto the field at Franklin Park to meet the onslaught of Arms. After a mighty struggle we were defeated. Nevertheless our illustrious Andrews drove the opposing troops in the potato sector with great vigor and might, while the speedy Bostley, outpointed his opponents in the open field around the half-mile district. When the noise of battle died away, work was resumed in the stronghold for preparation for the big objective—the diploma. After a few weeks of intensive training, however, the members of the jazz company asked Colonel Nims for a dance. When the order was referred to Gen. Smith, he gave his approval, so the rookies took this chance to shake their hob-nailed boots. The next order was for football drill. Nims, Andrews, and Nichols responded and became bold and powerful in this line. Under Brigadier-General Nichols’ watchful eye, Andrews and Eddie “Mac” became very efficient basketball warriors. For the purpose of insuring plenty of jigs, that noisy jazz company set forth a list of candidates for the Dance Committee. Privates Croft, Pease, and O’Hara were chosen. Then, all at once, a mighty thunder was heard. A great dark cloud, as it were, hung over our stronghold. We all knew that our doom was near, because the sacred “Chicken” (whose natal cog¬ nomen is Raymond) would not eat, and all thought that our “Loveland” would perish. The Midjams attacked our mental fortresses and great was the battle. After a week, however, the enemy left, so we were relieved of much fighting. Next, Major-Gen. Stuart of the English tactics, issued a command to the effect that all soldiers of the 22d regiment must exercise their diaphragms in the way of shouting. Each soldier tried out, from private to Colonel, and then a few of these windmills were chosen. A night was appointed whereon these shouters (known as Junior Speak¬ ers) were to declaim. Admission to the extent of 35c was charged; thus great wealth was added to our treasury. Privates Lynch and Cameron won the prizes, while Erhart and Magoon received honorable mention. The baseball crown was yet to be seized, so Brig-Gen. Nichols started on the warpath with Privates Cameron and McLaughlin representing the noble 22d. The season closed with a long string of victories on our list. Then one day, a great clamor was heard and after inspection it was found that disagreement existed between the 21st and 22d regiments over which contained the keenest debaters. Each picked a team. Russell Jones, Capt., with Rebecca Eber- lein and Harold Tjarnell represented the 21st reg¬ iment. Those representing the 22d were V. Bost¬ ley, Capt., Fred Magoon and Phil O’Hara. The 21st won after a hotly contested battle, but we of the 22d were handicapped in that we had studied only a little about argumentation. We had hardly recovered from the effects of this encounter when the Finejams besieged us. This

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12 THE EXPONENT between the acts. We all admit that the perform¬ ance was a great success and are proud of this achievement. Soon after “Lady Ursula,” two charming plays were given in chapel by the modern language de¬ partment; a German play, “Unter Vier Augen,” and a Spanish play, “Manana de Sol.” Then in May, the “Prom” given us by the 23d regiment was one of the finest affairs we ever at¬ tended. All of us danced until nearly unconscious to the inspiring strains of Tinker ' s musical artists, and ate and drank until we could eat and drink no more! Our last victory was gained on the Debating Field when our shrewd and clever squad defeated the squad of the 23d regiment in a hotly contested battle concerning the control of the Penal Institu¬ tions. Great was our joy when the decision was given in our favor and Colonel Nims put the Lov¬ ing Cup into the hands of Capt. Feldberg amidst the ringing cheers and applause of our comrades. From June 19th to 23d, we encountered the Finsjams for the last time in a mighty struggle. Most of us came out the victors, brave and un¬ daunted. So now and here, this morning, we are surrender¬ ing our packs to old G. H. S. and looking forward tonight to the big time at the Alumni meeting, and to Thursday night when we shall fully win our objective,—the diploma, from the hands of Gen¬ eralissimo Stetson. ELLEN E. JONES ' 22, FRED M. MAGOON ' 22. SENIOR CLASS PROPHECY P —Pasadena—station PBCRO speaking! P B C R 0 M— Hello, PBCRO! Station MGCL tuned in. Where are you and who are you? P —PBCRO—Pasadena, Cal.,—Phil O’Hara, op¬ erator. I was trying to get Liverpool, Eng¬ land, when you— M—Do I understand clearly what you said, “Phil O’Hara, operator?” P —As sure as I’m of a sacred profession, it’s none other than Phil O’Hara, and who may you be? M —Well, well! This is Muriel Crosier, situated at Boston, Mass., and only 100 miles from G. H. S. Do you ever stop to think of the good times we had there in ’22 and here it is 1935. Doesn’t the time go like radio? P —Well, Bud, I’d never have supposed you’d be in on me. So you’re in Boston, eh? What do you do to kill time? M —Nothing much, just assisting Dr. Pinky Croft, Veterinary Surgeon. P —So Pinky is a Veterinary Surgeon, eh? Well, well! I thought he’d be a professional dancer. And you’re his assistant. I heard you and he skipped college and eloped. M—That’s why I say I’m his assistant. And what is your pastime? P —Oh, me? I’m leader of the “Lost Chord Jazz Orchestra.” Marianne Jones is my violinist. We do quite a little work at the “Home for Deaf People.” They appreciate it. Our form is so good. Say—have you heard what has happened to Bostley? M—Why no—that is—not all that happened to him. I heard he made some sort of a wager. About—about a lady, wasn’t it? P —Yes, his Doris left him and he swore he’d go where women were true, so now he’s a pro¬ fessional lady-killer in South Africa. M—South Africa! Well, what do you know about that? Have you heard the news about Paul Mazuzan? P —Why, no, did you hear anything? M—I was in on RBH the other day and I- heard he was on a farm raising Hawks. How about Alberta Couture? P —Well, it’s queer, but she is playing the piano with the orchestra in the Old Howard Theatre in Boston. M—It’s queer that I haven’t seen her. Where is your dear friend Betty Freshour? P —Oh, Betty? No flies on her! She’s House Nurse at the White House in Washington. M—That’s nice, isn’t it? And Harvey Leacock? I heard a bell-hop paging me at the Copley- Plaza the other night. He had such a deep bass voice that I turned to get a good look at him and it turned out to be John Harvey! P —I do declare! That reminds me of Elsie Erhart. I went to a Carnival the other night and found Elsie playing the part of a barker very successfully. There she was, perched on a soap box in the front of a Hula Hula tent. M—I always knew Elsie would rise in the world. Have you heard about Ed McLaughlin? P —No—what’s Ed’s line? M—He’s gone into business with Henry Ford. Ed always did have an eye for money. Say, have you heard anything from Bill Andrews lately? P —Oh, yes! He’s an author, you know, and he presented me with his latest book, “Rules of Etiquette as Practised by Me.” M—Good for Bill. I hope you profited by the book. P —You’re as impudent as ever, aren’t you? But give me a line on Ellen Jones. M—Ellen? Oh, she lived here in Boston for awhile. She’s an artist now, in New York. I always knew she’d devote her life to Art. Say, have you seen any good operas lately out—