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

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The Class Will Know All Men by These Presents: That we, the senior members of the Lyman Hall High School in the prominent town of Wallingford. surrounded by several insignificant little cities, having duly appointed ourselves as an official body to escort out the old system to make way for the new, and before the flame of our most illustrious past life goes out, declaring ourselves to be in as sound a slate of mind and body as we probably ever will be, do hereby make, publish, and declare the following to be our last will and testament, hoping that the good we have done may live after us and that our mistakes we may bury forever. To the 8 A.M. faculty we do hereby bequeath individual alarm clocks, without which they’ll never get to school on time next year. To the Class of ’42 we do hereby bequeath our position as “almighty seniors” in hopes that they can carry the torch as well as we have. To the Class of '43 we do hereby bequeath the run of the whole school, as we have no more use for it. To the Class of '44 we do hereby bequeath the afternoon session, hoping they won’t have to resort to robbing the cradle. A number of our illustrious students, finding themselves more richly endowed, have generously consented to make the following bequests: We, the senior chemistry classes, do hereby becpieath our special places in Mr. Hancock’s heart to anyone who will promise to appreciate his jokes as well as we have. I, Robert Bertini, do hereby bequeath my ever improving aim at the wastebasket in Miss Mitchell's room to the future players on the basketball team. I, Naomi Terrell, do hereby bequeath my position as class butterfly to Dorothy Crabtree. I, Marjorie Tot- ., do hereby bequeath my cheery “Good mornings” to next year’s junior and senior classes, because they’ll need them. I, Frank Wasilewski, do hereby bequeath my beloved “first seat, first row. Room 1’ to anyone who will promise to care for it as I do. We, Jack Hubbard and Edward Mushinsky, do hereby bequeath our height to the two baker’s boys, because we’re afraid Mary and Nancy are growing tall and they aren't. The Chronicle 1941 26

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The first day of this year brought the cry, “Today I am a senior!” from nearly all of our one hundred and seventy-two classmates, as we were about to start on the greatest lap of our career. It seemed quite natural for Jack to be our leader again, and this year his able assistant was Bobby Condon, dean of the basketball court. Ann was again our “take a letter please and Ruth, our “how much in the red are we?”. There was a rare treat for every one of us as we left the school each day, that of seeing Bud and Alan struggling to get the famed “Rocket” to live up to its name. Early in November we rolled back the rugs, struck up the band, and turned out to do and see the latest dance steps. We spent a rather calm and cool winter, reading about the great Macbeth and discovering that we were nothing more nor less than 65% ICO with a few elements thrown in to make us firm. With the coming of spring came the stupendous comedy. What a Life, starring Alan ( 'ary as Henry Aldrich, and what a life he did have! And now as our days in high school become fewer and fewer, we are making great plans for the future, but way back in a corner of our minds where we’ll always be able to find them, we are putting away many memories of our high-school days. Ruth Coen .Janet Walker The Chronicle 1941 25

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We, the senior members of the musical groups, do hereby bequeath any extra diploma to Mr. Otto, in recognition of his four years in high school. I, Julia Balderacehi, do hereby bequeath my post in the hall with John Tordo to some other sweet young thing, so he won’t be lonely. I, David Lawrence, do hereby bequeath Barbara to one of my “trusted friends” from Montowese. We, Jane Tierney, Charlotte Tomlinson, Ernest Simon, and Jane Bristol, do hereby bequeath our literary ability to the future English classes to alleviate their struggle with themes. We, Anna Turkowski, Loraine Fcngler, and Walter I.anzoni, do hereby bequeath our neatness to Betty Whitty, Lucy Uphani, and Angus Rees, who we have noticed are following in our footsteps. I, Olive Raeker, do hereby bequeath my cooperative spirit to those sadly in need of it. I, Eleanor Sussman, do hereby bequeath my journalistic ability to Jean Brooks. I. John Dembiczak, do hereby bequeath my perseverance to the entering freshmen, so that they may remember to keep their chins up and their feet on the ground. I, Virginia Choti, do hereby bequeath my yodeling to Miss Emerson, as she can use it to advantage in the “gym”. I, Donald Holmes, do hereby bequeath my dry humor to Dick Clarke. I, John Bailey, do hereby bequeath all my flashy checkered shirts to William Parker, who is a man after my own heart. We, Eleanor Lane and Bob Condon, do hereby bequeath our “eome hither” smiles to a couple of dead pans. I, John Wooding, do hereby bequeath my flashy little convertible to Harold Crump, so that now he may use his pennies for some other purpose. I, Doris Blakeslee, do hereby bequeath my winsome ways with the men to Barbara Clinton. We, Connie Erwin, Arthur Killen, Rachel Pranzetelli, and Helen Janeek, do hereby bequeath our shortness to Shirley Keddy. We, Jean Childs and Carl Rinaldi, do hereby bequeath our strolls between classes to Catherine Hall and Russell Stimpson. We, Virginia Sealy and Edna “Puddles” Dudley, do hereby bequeath our jolly friendship to Ixmise Dudley and Irene Simon, in hopes that it will help them to break the ice. We, Alan Carey and Bernard Gallagher, do hereby bequeath our most beloved possession, the “Rocket,” to anyone who collects genuine antiques. In witness whereof we have subscribed our names and set our seal at Wallingford on the 13th day of June, 1041. JoyceDokbener Annai.inf. Conway The Chronicle 1941 27