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

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Now some of our students wish to bequeath some personal gifts to benefit the lucky receivers, who will no doubt need them in the trying years to follow. I, Barbara Wooding, bequeath my ever increasing devotion to chemistry to anyone looking for something to love. I, Nancy Young, bequeath my position as president of the Student Council to any girl with enough nerve and knees strong enough to stand on the stage during an assembly and speak a few encouraging words to the speaker. I, Dan Haeku bequeath to any person interested in a car, my jalopy, provided he has enough money for a new starter, if he hasn’t just enough nerve to park it on a hill every time he expects to run it. We, Helen McNulty, Betty Whitty, and Corinne Allaire, bequeath to any three girls our positions as loyal friends through thick and thin. I, Angus Rees, bequeath to Welles Tooke my title of best-dressed boy, even though he doesn't need it. I, Connie Tooke, bequeath my moron jokes and my horsing around to Bette Emerson, who has proved her ability to “keep ’em smilin' I. Chuck Barboni, bequeath my cornet to any fellow who can cherish and keep it as I have. I, Martin Brody, do leave a bottle of the “sliekem” I use on my hair to Ed Cremo in hopes that he may keep his wavy locks in place. I. Harold Crump, bequeath my early morning jam session to Ruth Gifford in the hope that she can awake the students as I did. I. Edith Sassi, bequeath my position of treasurer of the Girls' League to Jeanie Xicol, who shows signs of being a great mathematician. We, Mary Mushinsky and Shirlee Keddy, bequeath our height to Lillian Glenn and Sue Laydon and wish them luck with their stretching exercises. I. Katherine ('lark, bequeath my never-ending tendency to be like Einstein to Naomi Krol, who shows great promise of becoming another genius. We, Bob Germain and Jane Baekes, bequeath our shoes to any students having trouble finding shoes large enough to fit them. The Chronicle 1943 £8

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The Class Will Be it known to all past and present inmates of the Lyman Ilall High School that we, the class of '43, form this, our last official will and testament, being of sound mind (to all outward appearances) and of spirit undaunted by four years of constant grilling. We do hereby render the following bequests, hoping that in so doing we may still retain the unchallenged positions upon the pedestals which we have supposedly held during this year of questionable grace. To the seniors we bequeath the sacred and unscarred halls of dear old Lyman Hall and a smiling face for each day, be it rain or shine. To the Class of ’45, who are anxiously waiting to join the ranks of the early risers, we bequeath pictures of men, in case they have forgotten how they look. To those timid ones, who will graduate (we hope) in the far distant year of 1946, we bequeath any old tricks we have practiced and also our wonderful gift of gab” to make them feel at home. To the incoming freshmen, who will have to face the cruel, cruel world, we leave every hope and aim that we have ever expressed or thought. They'll need them! To Mr. Curtis and Mr. Shultz we bequeath the sound of our echoing footsteps to be recorded for the victrola, so that they will not miss us too much. To Miss Clark, our illustrious Dean of Girls, we bequeath a megaphone so that her quiet but audible voice may be appreciated by the future students. To all teachers we do bequeath, with the permission of Miss Dunlap and Mr. Hall, a bit of humor to start the day with a smile. To Mr. Patten we bequeath a safety razor (although they are rationed) to shave the whiskers off his jokes and use them over again, for we have enjoyed them as much as former seniors. To Miss Boardman we bequeath a Western Union messenger to deliver all the little notes which she is so fond of writing. To Mr. Torrey, one of Uncle Sam’s defense workers, we bequeath a lunch hour so that his lunch period won’t interfere with any of his classes. To Miss Mitchell we bequeath a fresh group of seniors in hopes that her English classes may provide a year of pleasure. To all other members of the faculty we leave a staunch and sturdy backbone, for they’ll need it judging from the reports of our crystal ball. The Chronicle 1943 27

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I, Marion Hoffman, bequeath my title of prettiest girl to Ruth Powers, who seems to be doing all right on her own. We, Walter Krajewski and Jayne Knox, bequeath our quiet romance to any two people who can hide a romance as well as we have tried to. I, Janet Mat ., bequeath my dramatic ability to Ruth Brown, who shows great promise. I, Kdna Leonard, bequeath my bow ties to Gertrude Gardner, who has a tendency to borrow her brother's. I, John Haves, bequeath my flashy red jacket to Walt Sehipke, who seems to be a man after my own heart. I, Adella Leonard, bequeath my love for horses, cows, and the farm in general, to any person who will uphold and defend it in the presence of unbelievers. We, Josephine Beckwith and Betty Gargaly, leave our curly locks to Bobbie Powers and Sheila Meehan, who are doing all right at present. I, Bert King, leave my role of springtime Casanova to Pat Brodigan, who appears to do well all the year round. I, Charlie Goodison, bequeath my five-foot stature to Jack Baseom, who is reaching the six-foot mark too early in life. I, Francis, alias Red, Bossidy, bequeath my auburn locks to Jeannie Griffin, expressing my wish that she may grow a cowlick as fetching as mine. I, Dominic Carini, bequeath my oratorical ability to Bob Allyn so that his hidden talents may not go unnoticed. We, the senior boys of the basketball team, bequeath our undying fame and recognition to all present or future members of the team. I, Marie Ahearn, bequeath my distinctive wit and my winning ways to Pat Taber, who proved his ability as a comedian in the Junior Play. We have hereunto set our hand and affixed our seal this sixteenth day of June, nineteen hundred and forty-three. Barbara Wachteijiausen C arolyn Brockett The Chronicle 1943 2!)