Lyman Hall High school - Singer Chronicle Yearbook (Wallingford, CT)

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THE CLASS WILL Know All Men by These Presents: That we, senior members of Lyman Hall High School of the town of Wallingford in the county of New Haven and state of Connecticut, being of sound mind and unblemished character, because of the amazingly good “advice” imbedded in our souls by our trustworthy friend and faculty member, Mr. Patten, do make, publish, and declare the following to be our last will and testament, because we all agree that “to give is better than to receive.” To Mr. Curtis we do hereby bequeath our thanks and gratitude for a most enjoyable year under his supervision. To the faculty on whose brows have been added more than one wrinkle of worry and care, we do hereby bequeath our memory, which we trust will not recall to them too often the trials and tribulations of their associations with us. To them, also, we leave our undying gratitude for their kind tolerance and guidance which along with a dash of Lady Luck achieved for us this moment at hand: to graduate more worldly wise, carrying with us the slogan “you can get out of school what you put into it,” hoping that it has not too often been a foot. To the Class of 1941 we do hereby bequeath our position of wisdom and sage philosophy, now resigned to the fact that all good things must some time come to an end. To the Class of 1942 we do hereby bequeath our five-minute-period “dates” which have been ably supported and led this year by Gordon Smith and Evelyn Doucette. To the Class of 1943 we do hereby bequeath our school day of eight to one o’clock, with the sage advice that the early bird catches the worm. To the entering freshmen we do hereby bequeath to each and every one a pair of steel-soled shoes that they may have no trouble in keeping their feet on the ground. To Miss Disken we do hereby bequeath a pair of drum sticks so that she may beat double time for the type classes. To Mr. Patten we do hereby bequeath a broom with which to keep the Democratic Party clean. A few of our more richly endowed classmates, who believe in sharing their wealth, take this opportunity to make the following bequests: I, Louis Gelate, do hereby bequeath my bright smile, the gleam in my eyes, and my carefree ways to Bud Stimpson. We, the senior “math” class, do hereby bequeath to Mr. Hall a copy of Joe Miller’s joke book for the benefit of the classes of ’42 and ’43. I, Barbara Cottrill, bemoaning the fact that through my generosity I have nothing more to offer, do hereby bequeath my only remaining cherished gift, that of “gab,” to my cousin, Nancy Young, who already shows some ability along this line. I, George Magee, do hereby bequeath my gun-boat shoes to Jane Backes, that she may in wearing them substantiate the already known fact that she can paddle her own canoes. I, Fred Fucci, do hereby bequeath my ability to play the clown to Albert Killcn. I, Ken Spellacy, do hereby bequeath my keen “shooting eye” to any boy who wishes to make the varsity basketball team. I, Chuckic Bridget, do hereby bequeath my slow ambling walk to anybody who isn’t in a hurry. We, Wilma Freeberg, Gwen Wcstphal, and Doris James, do hereby bequeath our shining blond hair to three brown-haired girls to help them in getting their men. The Chronicle 1940 24

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boy.” A tangerine festival was ordered by the political machine, but the committee for prevention of cruelty to tangerines called the whole thing off. To help us see ourselves as others see us, we had our pictures taken. Charles Stearns is still trying to convince John Olayas that there wasn’t a birdie at all. Then the Chinese gent, one honorable Confucius bowed in. Every one thought he was stealing Thelma JefTords’ stuff. After Fred Fucci could click his heels a la mode, the Senior Play, Tou Can t Take It with Tou. started an era of prosperity in the Senior class treasury. At the “Prom” Harry Riotte found himself dancing alone when his partner got lost during the accustomed break in the shag—a true example of where is my wandering boy tonight. As this goes to press, plans are being made for Senior Day, when the seniors will stop being sophisticated and consume luscious lollipops; the Class Night committee and the Reception Committee arc bursting with plans; and “There’s music in the air” as the orchestra begins to practice our graduation march. Robert McLaughlin Shirlee Sinow T It e 19 40

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I, Martin Factor, unfortunate enough to be the only person in the whole wide world who thinks an angle can be trisected, do hereby bequeath this theory to any math” student who wishes to discover that patience is a virtue. We, the senior French class, do hereby bequeath our far from perfect attendance record to Mr. Torrey, who taught us that absence from school does not make the teacher grow fonder. I, Harriet Gelblum, do hereby bequeath my ability to get “E’s” to that happy-go-lucky freshman, Shirley Keddy. I, Dick Johnson, do hereby bequeath to Miss Kathryn Wasilcwski a nickel each day to buy for some individual who might be wandering about during recess wearing that wan and hungry stare a box of Nccco chocolates which have kept me from the pangs of starvation each morning. I, Dotty Edell, do hereby bequeath my long legs to Katy Hall to aid her in getting to town more quickly when she feels inclined to take a little exercise. I, Bob Till, do hereby bequeath my decided English accent to the students that they may upon entering their English classes remember where they are at the time and what for. I, John Kranyak, do hereby bequeath my trumpet to Bert Bertini for use in calling to the persons with whom he wishes to talk, hoping that he may emit a more pleasant sound this way and at the same time retain the mellow tone of his voice for A Cappella Choir. I, Bob “Burns” McLaughlin, do hereby bequeath the blackboard in Room 1, covered with my witty and humorous sayings, to Miss Mitchell, since was she not the only one who appreciated these works of art? I, Roger McMahon, in keeping with the rhyme, “a dimple in the chin shows the devil within,” do hereby bequeath the dimple in my chin to Edward Sondcy, who it is rumored lives up to the other half. I, Margaret Auld, do hereby bequeath my flirtatious ways to Edith Law. I, John Bresnock, do hereby bequeath my thorough knowledge of the English language and my extraordinary use of fifteen letter words to Robert Germain. I, Shirlce Sinow, do hereby bequeath my ability to write to Betty Powers, who shows signs of becoming the future “literary genius of Lyman Hall.” I, Dick Crocker, better known as the “sheik of Northford,” do hereby bequeath my position as lady-killer to Charlie Sweeney. I, Peter Barbcrino, do hereby bequeath my steadfast business ability to Mr. Mitchell in case he desires to balance the National Budget. I, Thelma Jeffords, do hereby bequeath my ever-blushing countenance to the first red rose that suffers from anemia. We, the basketball team, do hereby bequeath our championship to the next group of eager boys. I, Joe Wrinn, do hereby bequeath my “Connecticut Motor Vehicle Book of Facts” to all students desiring to apply for their drivers’ licenses. I, Adolph Fenglcr, do hereby bequeath my Model “A” Ford to Peter Palmer. I, Stanley Nasczniec, believing in good will toward the ladies, do hereby bequeath to Bobbie Condon, my devastating grin, with which he may forever banish the battle between the sexes. fn witness whereof wc have subscribed our names and set our seal at Wallingford on this 14th day of June, 1940. Ruth Backks John Olayos The Chronicle 1940 25