Chapman Technical High School - Torch Yearbook (New London, CT)

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Class Poem Four years-a time for wars to flame Across the terror-tortured earth Four years-a time for study-game- For grief at loss, for youthful mirth. We came in Autumn's golden haze With youthful fire in us aglow We came-and sought through happy Clays For fun, for knowledge-now we go. The world-ah, turmoil rules it still But hope is surging in us now: We breast the steep of future's hill, We reach the crest-we humbly bow We offer-but our gifts are slight A contrite heart, abounding hope A firm conviction for the right A glowing strength to brest the slope Four years, the sand is running fast: Our destiny before us lies, We go to meet the World at last With dreams in visionary eyes We tremble, we who are so wise We who are brave, and wisefso wise, Pagr Tfwrnty-righ!

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S HE NNO Ill! NIR S Class Officers Harold Kydd Doris Horsley Icme Searles Louis Bishcrcz President Vice President Secretary Treasurer Page Twenty-.fefvlfn

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Class Prophecy 1966 - Speeding to a landing in our atomic-powered amphibious areomobile at the alumni reception field, which is right alongside that masterpiece of architectural engineering, the Tech Gymnasium, we find Mayor Leonard Lann out in full dress to welcome us. Standing at his side is Iohn CScoopi Bentley, famous British columnist, here to write up the mo- mentous occasion. On our left the Kydd Brothers' nationally known band resoundingly strikes up the Alma Mater. Glancing about the field, our eyes sympathetically fall upon the poor, henpecked countenance of Bob Gilmore, quailing beneath the withering gaze of his wife, Doris CHawke-eyel Horsley. Suddenly our eyes are arrested by the sight of a voluminous burst of smoke and flame billowing out of a nearby building. What can it be? Oh yes, that must be Professor Iohn Comeford, doing one of his famous experiments. In one corner of the field we see Lawrence Bergman, wealthy tycoon, telling Angeline Donatello, stenographer, how he worked himself up through the Montville Paper Mill, which he now owns. Nearby we come across Louie Bisbara, president of the Wall Boys, Inc., pour- ing out his lamentations over the loss of their famous headquarters, the Wall , which has been demolished to make room for the beautiful new Tech athletic field. Iourneying to said field where a game is in progress, we find coaches Mike Manca and Gaspar Savona pacing those well worn sidelnes, as the peppy offsprings of Betty Costa, Louise Ripari and Irene Daputz cheer them on from the sidelines. From behind the goal- posts the faithful alumni, Frank DiMaggio, Harold Bartolucci and Bob Holder, give out with the sideline strategy. In the stands all female heads are turned towards the rear, where we find Tom O'Connor, still wowing 'em with that handsome visage. Wending our way downtown, we discover that Lawrence Ierome and Ellen Harris are co-starred in one of Eddie Charboneau's colossal productions, Doug and Dorothy , appear- ing at that exemplification of modern architecture, the New Empire Theatre. Purchasing our tickets from Eleanor Chirstensen, we pass by doorman Laurence Minson and stop to purchase programs from Dot Shaw. Upon being escorted to our seats by head usher Morton Nunes, we glance at our programs and note that they bear the mark of the Iames Fakourey grinting Co., Inc. ln the balcony are the nationally known critics, Dan Horen and Loraine anfield. Iourneying backstage we find make-up artist, Honora O'Neill, talking over old times with stage manager, Iohn Affeldt, and costume designer, Maria Pilecki. After the show we go to dine at Ray Loughman's exclusive State Street restaurant, lo- cated directly below Donald Patterson's Pool Room. Head Waiter Norman Potter is at the Fred Barber is entertaining with his card trickle. Waitress Genieva Daniels rushes over to door to greet us, and we are shown to our tabs an eye on things. A cute little cigarette girl, take our order, as bouncer Iimme Iengo keep over to our table, and over at the next table who turns out to be Delores Delaporta, comess. Fire Chief George Childs is making a tour of inspection. Upon the invitation of the manager we enter the kitchen, where we find Chef Ruth MacDougall slinging the hash, while over in the corner dishwashers Natalie Macomber and Arlene Lake are twirling the plates. As we leave through the massive portals, we notice Sergeant 'Iohn Corcoran of the police department presenting Arnold Fiebel with a ticket for speeding. Progressing farther down the sidewalk, we bump into Warren Bayreuther, wealthy lobster fisherman, busily en- gaged in conversation with Mert Ferguson, Iohn Yuhas and Sally Rice, President, Vice Presi- dent, and general operative, respectively, of the National Clam Diggers' Association. lust then Iane Searles whizzes by us on her way to Dot K. Sistare's beauty shoppe, to get beau- tified for her husband Bob's arrival. Further down the street we notice a shingle hanging from an elaborate office building. Frank Ferrigno, M.D. is the inscription. Going inside we find Ieanne Clark at the secre- tary's desk. In Doctor Frank's office we find Evelyn DeWolfe, trying to get a cure for her boy troubles, as nurse Viola Linden holds the hand of a handsome male patient. Glancing at the town clock, which incidently was made by Henry Mont1in's watch company, we note that the time is getting late. So, with a final glance at the dear old home town, we leave to board our areomobile, and as we zoom over the familiar countryside, our hearts are filled with pleasant memories of our high school days. Page Twenty mne