Bloomfield High School - Tattler Yearbook (Bloomfield, CT)

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ERi,eep5f.,eaf.,evf.,sa-'.,sa2,ea9.Q lass uf 1954 WILL PROPHECY and BALLAD EZ-DJ'H5o 9EDs5fiE5'Fi2D5'6B: CLASS WILL As we finish our four-year stand at Bloomfield High School, we, the Class of '54, find that we can leave behind some props to future stars at B.H.S., to insure our Alma Mater of continued success in every type of performance. Catherine Viseskis wishes to leave a certain few boys at Watkinson School in the capable hands of Mary Skruta. Eleanor Bailey is inheriting her sister Louisa's secret hair style. Peter Ottowitz's habit of arguing will be thankfully received by Gayle Nielsen and Warren Levin. Janet Dellert gives her upunchbowl secret to whoever is interested. To next yearis Salmon Sheet editor, Betty Williams hands down her recipe for a prize publication. Brad Ames leaves to Tony Brown and Lou Weaver-Bey all his ability in over- coming our opponents. .lan Metzger receives Doris Smith'sV seat on the piano stool in future Clee Club rehearsals. . Joyce Mercier leaves her Italian haircut to all her paisons',. Keith Mullin is the recipient of Gene Archambault's turtle-neck sweaters. To Anne Corrette and Terry Doyle goes Joanne Jacobs' ability of leadership and enthusiasm. Mary Lou Wahlstedfs musical talent goes to Barabara Vincent, a future star in our band. Bruce Hale leaves his parking space for Herbie Beman's hotrod. Terry Hood's natural ability at sports is left for Barbara Stewart, a star for the girls' team. Suzanne Schreyer is the inheritor of Joan Kearney's and Barbara Johnson's gift of gab.

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ff'4 Eebinatiun We, the Class of 1954, lake pride in dedicating our yearbook to Miss Catherine Newton Hubbard, staff advisor. Her deep under- standing of young people, combined with her winning personality, has given our class the spirit to carry on. .A iw l x lf , 9 1 - , 4 t X. if l' i ug, i 'ii 5 lilly td- 4

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Howard Painter leaves his SalmonvSheet sports column to Pio Froscio. Another Bill Lee? Angela Magno's capability at the typewriter is left to all those who have trouble at the keyboard. - Her supply of stamps and envelopes is left by Shirley Roane to all Salmon Sheet exchange editors. Shelden Radin's secret of storing money is left to the treasurer of the Class of '55, Ruth Creswell would like Audrey Manke to receive her place in the going steady column. Anna Milvae will take over Annamae Fricke's time in the office - working that is! Bob Pagani would like all the Junior boys to join him in the Marines. It's great fun, boys! Eleanor Sampson leaves Ella Jordan her place in all Senior Class activities. Good luck, Ella. Judy Morgan leaves her way with the boys to Helen Warren. Tom Daly's place of honor in the French II class goes to Dick Gidman. Helen Kowalsky leaves her contagious giggle and gab to Elaine Pagani. Dwight Wall leaves his good luck in Physics to Pete Powell. Pat Gregaitis leaves to Janice Cooper her little black book. Ronnie Marinaccio gives his elevator shoes to Ned Kiernan, another giant . Muriel Keating leaves her place on the honor roll to Joan Beebe and Dot Bowditch. Lois Hall leaves her high spirits and personality to Peggy Machholz. Wayne Cooke receives Jon Anderson's Toni wave. Ann Hansling gives her blistered typing fingers to Nancy Clough, another future key clicker. To Jackie Barnard goes Fred Bolliger's supply of used automobile parts. Ethel Boeck and Patty Merrill are the recipients of Janet Maxwell's way with the teachers. To all future volunteer Bremen go Jackie Walsh's courage and daring efforts. And I, Jackie Burrill, leave the Class of '54-'s best wishes in conquering next year's Comedy of Errors to you, Class of '55. JACQUELINE BURRILL Class Testator CLASS PROPHECY When I was fortyish and hardly fat at all, in fact, quite well-preserved, I grew weary of wandering through life in a myopic haze fthat means I couldn't see well, in fact, it means I could hardly see at alll. Deciding to get glasses, I went immediately and was outfitted for a pince-nez, which I tucked in my pocketbook, and then went home. Dropping into a chair, I took off my shoes fl wish low heels were in fashion, not that I don't bear up just as well as I used to, you understand, I just happen to like low heelsj. Anyway, I settled back, gazing about the room. Something bright, about three feet away, caught my eye - a vivid green square - green and square, on the . . . I felt around. . . bookcase. Ah! My class book! Adjusting my pince-nez, which was perfectly safe as no one was at home, I picked up the book and turned the pages lovingly, gazing upon my former classmates. There's Muriel! Dear Muriel! I thought fondly. You were always - why look at all those children about her! I didn't know she was even interested in anyone then. And even if she had been - oh, my! - I quickly turned the page. I came upon Ronnie Marinaccio who seemed to have pie splashed all over his face. I bent a little closerg my nose was now touching the page. Was that really Ron? Oh, sure! l looked from the glasses and looked again at the page. Suddenly light dawned. Muriel had achieved her ambition to become a teacher, and Ron always had been a comedian. My glasses simply enabled me to look ahead to see what had become of my friends. I turned the pages as fast as I could, anxious to learn more. Here is what-I found: Pat Gregaitis sitting behind a big desk in a modern-ofiice ordering handsome 2