Bloomfield High School - Tattler Yearbook (Bloomfield, CT)

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of all B. H. S. had done for him, he was building a thirty-five-story school since Bloomheld had grown so rapidly. Returning to the deck, I noticed a rather large group of people standing a small distance down the deck, and sauntered over to see what was going on. There in the center of the group was Herhert Holm- quist, standing on a soapbox, shouting and gesticulat- ing wildly over The Inherent Evils of a Two Thous- and Dollar Ad Campaign for Yearbooks . I was spell- bound by his wisdom and splendid oratorical talent, and couldn't help remembering some of those rugged class meetings we used to have! Also standing in the group around me, I noticed live other forty-niners . Joan Nicolle, nearest me told me that she is travelling abroad to gather mate- rial for a book she's planning to write. Gertrude Farrell and Dolores Petersen are both members of the Connecticut Symphony and were chosen to repre- sent the orchestra at a European Concert. jean Martyn, renowned ballerina, and her manager, Ellen Smith were travelling to Vienna for jean's perform- ance in the Russian version of the American Ballet. Ingegerd Larson, ship's nurse, was watchfully stand- ing near-by in case of any spell of seasickness. William Willis, the captain's righthand, rang a bell announhing dinner. Remembering my appoint- ment with the Captain, I hastened directly to the dining room. The gracious captain welcomed me to his table, and proceeded to point out celebrities pres- ent in the dining room. They included Donald Ander- son, whose specialty is painting pastels' on ostrich eggs. He says his best customer is jane Austin, who buys the eggs for her little cherubs Robbie, Bobbie and Clyde. Margaret Blasig the crack commercial illustrator for magazines was also on board. Nora LeHane, top-flight photographer was at a near- by table with janet Burnham, the international ten- nis champion. Nora has gained a reputation for her graphic shots of wrestling matches and is responsible for bringing Horrid Horace to the public eye. Elaine Quavillon director of Miss Dorde Janet's Exclusive School for Young Ladies' had a troup of debutantes in tow whom she was chaperoning on a trip to France. julie Wirsul, Gladys Watkins, and lean Viseskis travelling with their patent medicine show, were having a rollicking time at a corner table. Bill Slamon, the handsome movie actor, and his valet, Chris Web- her, could be seen across the room, and Elaine Fer- raresso and Almeala Duke, College Professors, were browsing through a couple of Brittanicas as they ate contentedly, blissfully unaware of the excitement going on around them. just then the orchestra started playing, and June Bjorndahl, glamorous songstress, warbled a torchy tune called I've Got My Glove to Keep Me Warm by Gloria Tinto, from her latest Broadway musical, Low-Button Gloves . Guest Pianist was the great concert star, Rachel Powers, and the festivities ended with a splendid number by the famous dance team Lou and Geo CLouise Rohichaud and George Brew- erb. I noticed that George still wore moccassins, even when dancing. The master of ceremonies, Pete-life-of-the-party Marshall announced a toast to the Forty-Niners . We all shouted approval, rose and sang lustily the tune and words of our good old Alma Mater's song- Let your name ring As we all sing Bloomfield High! Ann Faulkner

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PROPHECY The atmosphere of the dock was strange and new to me, and I found it singularly exciting as I shoulder- ed my way through the crowd that was shouting last- minute good byes. It occurred to me that I was late, so I hurried up the gangplank, shuddering at the terrifically loud sound of the ship's horn. As I step- ped aboard the beautiful ship Cnamed the U. S. S. Small Honk j the obliging and friendly captain approached me, holding out his hand. It wasn't until he smiled one of his famous grins that I recognized Jim Ventref. After kindly requesting my presence at his table for dinner that evening, Captain Ventres called a steward to show me to my stateroom. Well, my goodness! Who should the steward be but Sailor Carl Sealnnd! After exchanging a few witticisms about the good old days , Carl left me at my state- room where I was made to feel comfortable by the ship's charming hostess Cynthia Barnard. Cynthia informed me that Joan Flynn, now a world-famous socialite, was on her way to the French Riviera to join her husband, Baron Webb von Christianovsky. She was accompanied by her two French poodles Oui Oui and Non Non . I hurried along to the dining room to a very delicious luncheon which I discovered had been planned by Evelyn Keene, the valuable ship's dieti- tian. I peeked into the shining and spotless kitchen to say hello to Evelyn, and who should I see with one of those big white chefs hats on but Alfred Forrter! Alfred explained that he'd been working as chief cook and bottlewasher on the ship for years. He'd started out to be an engineer, but he had a long talk with Miss Zabriskie, who assured him that cooking was his field. His assistant, john Norah, was in charge of washing dishes and seeing that there were enough onions in the stew. The only difficulty there, reported Alfred, was that john kept making sucker shots with the onions into a pot from across the room. After a long talk with Evelyn and the boys, I returned to my stateroom for a nap, when I suddenly felt a rather strange feeling coming over me. My stomach was rolling around and I felt rather woozy. I realized then that it was time for me to take one of my anti-seasick pills with which Dr. Alhert Nenhanrer, ship's doctor, had thoughtfully supplied each room. I woke up, three hours later, feeling as fresh as a spring morning. My first thought was of my din- ner appointment with the captain, but, looking at my watch, I discovered that it was yet a little early, and decided to browse around the deck. I noticed several people lounging in deck chairs, and as I passed them, who should look up but Catherine Politir and Shirley St. Pierre. There was a third per- son-a man snoring loudly and with his hat over his face. I recognized the snorer as being Orhurn Har- mon? C a throwback on the days when he used to sleep through Problems classj. I talked softly to Shirley and Catherine so as not to disturb the sleeper and learned that the girls are working together, de- signing clothes for RKO studios, and are taking a business trip to Paris. Indy Tull, they said, had plan- ned to go along, to do some buying in Europe, but Fox's couldn't spare her. Catherine had been reading a new book The Collateral Hyperbole of the jocundity As It Concerns the Mainspring by Roger Cowler. She suggested that I read it. I said good-bye to the girls and has- tened to the ship's library. Richard Miller, the kind- ly old librarian, said because it was so much in de- mand, that particular book was out, but would I care to read Escape Mechanisms-Their Effect on You by Thorna: Fenton. I thanked Richie and left, thinking how much he'd changed in the past ten years. I passed the game room as I left the library, and who should I see there but Bob Iorgenren, a suave looking fellow stroking a four inch handlebar mus- tache and chewing on a stogie while twirling the various roulette wheels. Chuck Hale seemed to be making quite a haul. I learned that in appreciation

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CLASS We, the Senior Class of 1949 of Bloomfield High School, now being of sound mind and body, about to depart from these doors of knowledge after four years spent in work and play, do ordain and declare this, our last Will and Testament. Gloria Tinto bequeaths her optimistic spirit which makes everybody happy to Eleanor Tomasiello. Our cute red head, janet Barnbarn, leaves her contagious giggle and flirtatious ways to Joan Plaza. To all gum-chewers, William Wlllli bequeaths his gum patent, and also a few extra slips with which he may get back into class after seeing Mr. Lee. Alice Talnak is the recipient of Loalre Robl- ehaaaur lovely long lashes and blue eyes which really attract the male sex. Chris W6bb9f,J position on the baseball, soccer, and basketball teams, along with his unquenchable lighting spirit, is left to Armand Caldeira. Alfred Forrter leaves his courtesy to all and quiet reserve to Bobby Joyce, which makes him a friend to all. I'm sure Jackie Lee will be happy to receive Rachel Powers' marvelous speed in typing, and for that matter who wouldn't be? joan Flynn leaves her poise on all occasions and her fine feature writing on the SALMON SHEET to Nancy Cawte. An up and coming Sophomore, Ginny Jackson, receives Dolorer Petersen? many entanglements-and to be helpful-their solutions. Herbie Holrnqairz wills his loud voice and poli- tical leanings to all future presidents of the Student Council. They'll need it!!! Almeria Dalee leaves her sincerity, her shy smile, and her ability to speak well to an equally pleasant young miss, Dorothy Rinaldi. WILL Our big john Novak wills his size 13 sneaks, along with his position on the basketball team to Eddie Gundersen. We know you can fill them both, Ed: To all future lst period study hall students, Roger C owler leaves his morning paper, so they may catch up on all the latest news and basketball scores. Barbara Duke is the recipient of jean Vlrerkifr shy sincere manner which makes everyone her friend. George Brewer parts with his ctowbar and as- sorted gadgets to Teddy Harger who will be able to help the janitor keep the desks and seats in ship- shape order. To Gracemarie Harley goes lean Martyn? ability in acrobatic dancing. Our popular president, jimmy Ventrer, leaves to another jimmy, Tyler that is, his many activities and responsibilities, with the personality and ability to carry them out. Nora LeHane leaves her wonderful pep and vigor as a student and as a cheerleader to Mary Magno, who will keep our school spirit humming. Tommy Fenton willingly wills a two-year lease on his hall seat for his numerous detentions to Ernest Sibley. To Billy Tuttle goes Bob 1orgenren'r dry sense of humor which peps up any class. Our vivacious lane Bjorndalal does hereby will her pep and wit to Franny Scully. Emily Machholz receives jane Aartink red locks and along with 'em, lots of suitors to keep her Senior date book full. Don Anclerronhr artistic ability and quiet but charming way with the fairer sex is left to Robert Lachapelle. Jalia Wirral longingly parts with her little note-