Guilford High School - Menunketuck Yearbook (Guilford, CT)

Page 22 text:

Editor's Note This is the first issue of the school yearbook as diiferenciat- ed from the senior yearbook. This change has been under- taken in the hope that the en- tire school, as well as the senior class, will take pride and pleas- ure in its contents. The Yearbook staff wishes to take this opportunity to thank all those who have so unsel- fishly given their time and ef- fort to make this issue possible. 20

Page 21 text:

CLASS WILL I Continued 2 I, Wesley Morgan, do will and bequeath my driving abilities to John Santamaria. I, Willis Nettleton, do will and bequeath my remaining teeth to future G. H. S. football teams. I, Herbert Newton, do will and bequeath my excess weight to Lila Rusconi. I, I-Ielen Parmelee, do will and bequeath my romantic nature to Geraldine Cox. I, Patsy Russo, do will and bequeath my pipe to Herman Baskin. I, Anna Seifert, do will and bequeath my agreeability to William Ricker. I, Howard Spencer, do will and bequeath the basketball captaincy to Robert Jacobsen. I, Bertha Stannard, do will and bequeath my position as class chatterbox to Robert Quinland. I, Edward Sullivan, do will and bequeath my dignified manner to Mary Beattie. I, Iola Tichy, do will and bequeath my slimness to Charlotte Chapman. I, Achille Vitali, do will and bequeath my ability to keep away from wo- men to Tommy Sullivan. We, the Class of '43, do will and bequeath our ability to get the Yearbook one in a hurry to future Senior classes. Witnessed in the year of our Lord nineteen hundred and forty-three by: VICTCRIA BENZI WILLIS NETTLETON fContinuedj Breathing a deep sigh, I folded the paper, and, lo and behold, another familiar name caught my eye. Curtiss Johnson, jr. was the sole editor of the paper. Finally reaching my destination, I stepped from the plane and almost col- lided with the occupants of the cockpit, they were Joe Moraskv, pilot, and Wes Morgan, co-pilot. Walking toward the information center, I noticed two air hostesses in deep conversation. As I approached them, one screamed and came running up to me. It was Martha Davisg the other was Bette Landon. Both were dressed in trim blue uniforms. Suddenly I felt as though I were falling. The next thing I knew was that I had awakened from a dream! Instead of the year 1960, it is only the year 1943, and I am happily looking forward to my graduation, as are all of my classmates whom I had met in my dream of tomorrow. Could this be a prophecy????? LUCILLE CIANCIOLO g BERTHA STANNARD fC '1 . CLASS msrony a school book with each grade contributing talent and money. ln planning for graduation, the class voted to have navy blue caps and gowns. The Class of 43 has enjoyed its final year in G. H. S. despite the clouds of war. in Worgihg our class history, but, we, the Class of 43 , now take our part 19

Page 23 text:

L 7 CLASSES