Hartford Public High School - Classbook Yearbook (Hartford, CT)

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THE CHRONICLE 281 But there was still room for expansion-still room for improve- ment. A Technical Club was formed. And with it the success that ever came, under our guidance. And still the innovations came. Originality has always been our byword. 'lhe Annual Mock Trial was one of the most famously contested cases in historya-especially since there was a blonde in the case, which was new to H. P. H. S. Circuit Courts. The Yale Trian- gular Debate made its way to the school activities in spite of the failures of previous years, also, the annual H. P. H. S. D. C. banquet. Two new prizes have been offered us, an outright concession of our supremacy in scholarship. The Superior Court could not get along without us. And finally, but not by any means leastly, The Chronicle and Owl Annual both published double-page folding portraits of our class, whereas a single page had been sullicient for the needs of the puny classes before us. Gentlemen, I say no more, this is our case. The judge awoke, delivered a short charge, and ordered the jury sent out. The twelve great men filed out, but no sooner had the door closed behind them, when they reappeared and again took their stand. The judge was immensely surprised, but managed to scrape up breath enough to ask, Gentlemen of the jury, have you come to a decision ? We have, replied Michel Angelo, the foreman. VVhat is it? A Statement that the H. P. H. S. Class of Nineteen Sixteen was the class supreme upheld. And so, ladies and gentlemen, today, before you, you see a class that has been declared nonpareil by a jury of history's greatest sons. Gaze at this class and admire homogeneous beauty. Listen to its an- thems, wonder at its enormity, be amazed at its interminable con- summation-for never again will it be given you to look upon so gifted and renowed an assemblage of celebrities. ELINOR CORBIN, VAHE G. GARABEDIAN. Heard in the Drawing Room First Pupil Qbusily printing the word squarel : Say, how do you make a Q? Second Pupil: Let you hair grow.

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280 THE CHRONICLE playing all the positions-and won. To top our achievements two school records were smashed by our athletes. I saw that Beethoven was getting restless, and, bearing in mind my former experience with Chopin, I immediately veered off in another direction. Did we rest upon our laurels which we had won for distinction in the line of musical art? Rest? Assuredly and most vehemently not! 'Higher and onward--always higher I' was our cry. Now, we had fif- teen members in the Boys' Glee Clubg this year there were eighteen members in the Girls' Glee Club, there were eight members in the Boys' and six in the Girls' Mandolin Clubsg there were twelve members in the Orchestra. 'lfhe harmonies that have issued from this group of artists have been most re- Stop, cried Beethoven, those harmonies are to us. Often have we sat and listened, here above, to the sweet strains of enchanting concord that penetrated through the silken clouds, even to these aetherial abodes. Oh! what sounds! Continue, my son, for they are indescribable. In Art. sirs, I continued, heeding Beethoven, although a great innovation had already been made for our benefit, there was still room for expansion and progression-and where there is room for anything, Nineteen Sixteen will fill ity if there is no room, Nineteen Sixteen will make it. Beginning now, there comes a series of proofs of our wonder- ful genius for organization and execution. In the department of Art, a Sketch Club was formed, composed primarily and almost entirely of Seniors. Models of the highest nature were procured, Art such as the school had never seen before was produced. Members of the organization received honors at outside exhibitions, and their work was shown in outside cities. Dramatics had for many years suffered a relapse within H. P. H. S., Nineteen Sixteen was the only class that could revive it. And Nineteen Sixteen did l'FT'li'Z.'L' it. A Dramatic Club was composed whose foundation and cornerstone were Seniors. Needless to say, the club proved a remarkable success, and settled forever that argument as to whether Hamlet ate hard-boiled eggs or soft, which we were wont to debate so feverishly with our cherished English teachers. A Commercial Club was needed. Who were the ones that could do it? Nineteen Sixteen. And Nineteen Sixteen did it. XVas it a success? XVell, I have already said that Nineteen Sixteen founded it.

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282 THE CHRONICLE THE CLASS PROPHECY Part I T was in the summer of 1926 that I was engaged as a nurse i11 the European War, and I certainly had lots to do. One day, when I was treating a dear little soldier boy named Clark in the Held hospital, I suddenly heard an awful whistling and rushing sound, but it was not until a blinding flash and a deafening explosion were followed by a sickening odor which permeated the air that I realized that a long distance gas bomb had struck the hospital. As the awful fumes penetrated into the room where I was working, stinging my eyes, and causing a horrible, choking sensation in my throat, I knew that this gas must be one of the concoctions of a former schoolmate, Lauren Seeley, who had become a great chemist. The fumes, in their overpowering strength, put me to sleep for a moment, and I had a terrible nightmare. This mare was being driven by Bob Allyn. I couldn't stand the sight of Bob working the trot so speedily, so proceeded to awaken very slowly from my terrible dream. But alack and alas! I seemed now to suffer worse hallucinations! It seemed as if I were walking down a long lane which had no turning. Behind me was the loud booming of the Cannon, which I had been used to call Gertrude. Far, far ahead, I could see the dim outline of what I thought to be a Camp-Helen, you know. For all I knew, it might belong to the enemy, and then I should be in a pretty fix. But I was afraid that I might meet my friend james--Gunning, as usual, so chose the lesser of two evils, and hurried on. I soon arrived at that which I had thought to be a camp, and found that, instead, it was a circus, owned by Garvey and Gurwitz. Since I had no ready money with me, I was prepared to go on, but the ticket seller, T. L. Kilfoil, announced to me as well as he could over the loud voice of the barker, John Perry, that it cost only a nickel, and was cheap at thatg so I decided that I would pass off a slug which Myrtle Presby had given me, as I was desirous of seeing this cheap show. Anyway, I was attracted by the barker's hoarse shouts of Greatest show on earth! Only a nickel! Only a nickel! Come and see the most marvelous acts, the most unheard-of sideshows, that have ever been offeredto the public! Mademoiselle McLeod, the charmerg charms anything, from snakes to welsh rarebits! Adolph Posner, the human talking-