Bridgeport Central High School - Criterion Yearbook (Bridgeport, CT)

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800 Zero Period Avenue, Apt. 105 Bridgeport, Connecticut May 8, 1943 Dear Bill, 'Your letter came yesterday just as I was about to try to do my home' work. Of course I had to put my work aside so that I could show your masterpiece , as you called it, to the gang. We had swell fun reading your version of KP. and that fifteen mile hike. Those blisters and Honionf prompted tears must have added to your appearance. We're awfully glad to hear that you like army life and have fun, and, though we miss you, we have fun too. Central is still the same old school, but there is evidence of the current manpower shortage , and prom bids were rare enough to have a special museum built for them. As usual Mr. Good tried twice this year to raise a mustache. This is unofficial , but someone heard him say that peach fuzzi' is the latest thing in men's mustache wear. Everyone seems to be raising something or other. Miss Davis still keeps her collection of plants. It's a lucky thing she hasn't got the victory garden urge, 'cause just imagine what it would be like to have a radish or an ear of corn staring you in the face. Miss Day also has a collection of plants, and she feeds hers some special kind of super plant food. Mmmmmmmmmm-maybe thatls just what I need for this pea brain of mine! Nfiss Burns had a swell display for the tenth anniversary of Hitlerls burning of the books, with a poster saying, Hitler Burned These. Some bright Pixie marched up, examined the books, and then remarked with a semblance of a snort that she didn't know what all the fuss was about since the books hadn't been damaged very much! A few weeks ago some of the brighter students UND were seen staggering down the halls. fNow Bill, stop gaspingj I was about to tell you we had just come from one of Mr. Coleyis famous tests. Some of the girls' home rooms look like hospitals because of the commando exercises Miss Lockwood hands out in the gym. 'You can hear all sorts of complaints about creaky backs and stiff legs. Talking about exercise, Pop Saunders can be seen strutting toward Central glowing froin his four mile hike to school. My it must be wonderful to get there so ear y! Our IVIiss Barnum has adopted the Woodpecker Song as her official song. No wonder! 'You should see her pecking away at her ' portable. Since we're on the subject of music, I'm writing a new song, The Nightinf gale Sang in C.H.S. and I'm going to dedicate it to Miss Ducsay. Sha sleeps, eats, drinks, walks, and talks music. Mr. Perkins is our nominee for the flyingist teacher in Central. His head is filled with all sorts of aero' nautics information and his fingers just fly over the piano keys. Well Bill, I just have to close now 'cause even though I am a bit dull, I do have to be the shining light in Miss MacGovern's lazy class. I'm unofficial president you know. First I have to study my history, and then I just have to find out whats cooking in Blondie',. Please write soon, and, in the meantime, don't let the onions and blisters get you down. Love, i'Pokey

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WW' FCREWCDRD In every army camp throughout our vast nation, thou' sands of young men are receiving training which enables them to go forth and win. So, too, in every place of learning throughout our land the builders of tomorrow are training so that they may go forth and preserve what is being so valiantly fought for by the men and women of today. We have likened our yearbook to an army camp so that we may bind together these two stalwart institutions of American democracy. In presenting our yearbook to you, we hope that the ensuing pages will help to recall many fond memories of Camp C.H.S. , when, in future years, you are serving a world that we pray will be better than it is today.

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