Leavenworth High School - Tech Liber Yearbook (Waterbury, CT)

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-is g g I, Harold Hanlon, bequeath to James Shee- han, the ton weight with which my feet are loaded. I, Patsy Jamele, bequeath to Frank Bares, my exalted distinction of head chemist of the seniors. I, Warren Lewis, bequeath to Dimitry Ksenych, my passionate and uncontrollable desire to speak in public. I, Anthony Mangini, bequeath to Franklin Taylor, my distinction of heavyweight cham- pion of the seniors. I, Joseph May, bequeath to Vincent Simons, the smile that won't come off. I, Herbert Moran, bequeath to Michael Ver- bickas, the big noise of the senior class. I, James Nash, bequeath to Harold Healey, the formula of attending school as little as possible, and getting away with it. I, Alice O'Brien, bequeath to Violet Sagen- dorf, the office of loud speaker of the se- nior class. I, Vincent Plotas, bequeath to George Stein- mann, the ofiice of senior band-master. I, Elizabeth Pukas, bequeath to Evelyn Smith, the office of news girl of Room 305. I, Jane Ranando, bequeath to Doris Mack, all the duties of second loud speaker of the class. I, Ernest Reid, bequeath to Harry Tracy, the thankless job, and yet the great honor, of the senior class presidency. I, Herbert Roberge, bequeath to Clarence Balanda, the secret of how to become famous by playing basketball, but not on the Leaven- Worth team. I, Cyril Rochon, bequeath to Raymond Kasi- das, the knowledge of how to become sheik of the seniors. I, Elsie Schneider, bequeath to Evelyn Smith, the empty money bags of the seniors. I, Robert Schneider, bequeath to Julius Nedo, that famous descendant of the Great Julius of Roman fame, my expert know- ledge of gunning. Finally, we, the members of the Class of 1926, bequeath to Alma Mater, its teach- ers and students, our lasting friendship and respect. In Witness whereof, we have hereunto subscribed our names, the twenty- third day of June, in the year of our Lord, one thousand nine hundred and twenty six. Huston Francis Carolan. Page Sixty-seven sf? B95

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3 gf CLASS WILL I, Elizabeth Allen, bequeath to Frances Crocker, my profound store of knowledge of all basketball games played between Leavenworth High School and its opponents. I hope she will never mlss a game by failing to catch a bus. I, Mae Andrulis, bequeath to Florence Holian, the exclusive right of being forelady of the senior beauty parlor conducted in the girls' cloak room every noon. I enjoin upon her that she always finish her duties for the day by putting at least a half dozen extra dabs of powder on her nose. I, Anthony Balanda, bequeath to my brother, Clarence Balanda, the bow necktie that I have been accustomed to let a beauty parlor expert adjust for me. I, Thomas Behan, bequeath to Edgar Jer- man, my wonderful powers of blushing. If he will look at me now, he will see how well-developed those powers are. I, Helen Bergman, bequeath to Mildred Ber- gen, my perfectly marvelous power of blush- ing. If she will glance from Behan to me, she will see that she is looking at a more finished product. Page Sixty-s'i.7c 6. 7. 8. 9. 10. 11. 12. I, Emil Christensen, bequeath to Joseph Cepelak, my profound military prowess, the marshalship of the senior class. I, Anita Cinq-Mars, bequeath to Mildred Turney, my unique distinction of writing Chinese stories. I, Harold Curtis, bequeath to Raymond Kendall, my formula for putting on weight. I have been fed on Eskay's Food from in- fancy up. If he will look in this direction, he can behold the results. I advise him not to move too rapidly. I, James Doyle, bequeath to Frank De Biase, the distinction of being shyest of the shy among the seniors. I want to inform him, however, that the girls will ask him for graduation pictures, if only he will pose like a matinee idol. I, William Duffy, bequeath to George Kor- ner, the one and only secret of geting by on nothing a year. I, Frances Duguay, bequeath to- Doris Sherry, the thankless job of measuring the fingers of the seniors for their rings. I, Lillian Gillis, bequeath to Ruth Chipman, the distinction of being the most talented actress among the seniors. st? R

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CLASS NIGHT ORATION The Street Called Straight Almost everybody has heard a class night orationg in fact, almost everybody has Written a class night oration. You will pardon me, there- fore, if I come before you tonight under false colors to speak of traffic from a schoolboy's point of view. Before you came to this assembly tonight, it was necessary for you to travel through traffic. whether that of motor vehicles, or of trolley cars, or of pedestrians. I am content to leave a discussion of such traffic to the constituted authorities. I want to talk about traffic on the Street Called Straight. On the Street Called Straight, it is not neces- sary to have a pocket manual of traffic regula- tions for traveling. Now I shouldn't have you think for one minute that the highway I have in mind is a short one. Not at all, it's a very long oneg it's a very old one. It has been from the beginning of things and will be until the end, for the Street Called Straight extends from eternity to eternity. It has probably the most dense traffic of any road in the Universe, for it Page Sixty-eight is seething with human beings. There is just one good traffic rule on the Street Called Straight, which is a part of the Road to Lif'e : When you meet temptation, turn to the right. There can be no left turns on this highway. Such turns are against all rules of life, for right is right and wrong is wrong. When you travel on the Street Called Straight, disregard the wrong signs and keep to the right. Well, here we are at a cross-road. To the right is a sign-post that says, Today's Duties , at the left, another sign-post that says, Forget Today's Duties. Let's keep to the right. Those who have been on the road longer than I, have told me that the left-hand turn in this case is a bad one that leads to a dreary no-man's land. The great secret that makes life easy is to do each duty every day. You all know how it is when you are traveling through a strange country-how easy it is to lose your bearings. Well, this Street Called Straight is a strange, uncharted route for most of us. Here We are at another cross-road. The