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

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THE CHRONICLE I 944 CLASS WILL W the Class of ’44 of Lyman Hall High School, center of learning for the metropolis of Wallingford and its hinterland, the hamlets of North Haven, Yalesville, Tracy, Clintonville, and Montowese, being, at the moment, sound in mind and memory, do hereby write and attempt to publish the following as our last will and testament: To the faculty we leave the unforgettable memories of the resourceful tactics and alibis used to overcome our homework. We, the Senior Class, bequeath to the classes of ’45, '46, and ’47 the pleasure we derive from the “gym” exercises. We, the graduating class, respectfully leave these hallowed halls to the incoming freshmen and sincerely hope that they will show' them the reverence and respect that we have in the past four years. We, the chemistry classes, leave Room 21 to future chemistry students and hope that they will be as careful with the equipment and chemicals as we have been by request of the State Department of Health. We. the members of the social economics classes leave to any ambitious debaters the smoke of our battles. We, the seniors of the music classes, leave the joy of practicing to the up and coming musicians. We, the more fortunate members of the graduating class, leave the following to the unfortunate: I, Chick Dorau, leave my flashy jazz-bows to Roger Barbeau and hope that he will displuy them prominently. I, Rat Taber, bequeath my talent for clowning to Steve Hacku. I, John I pham, bequeath my boggie-woogie to any jitterbug who can handle it. 1, Alice Rail, bequeath my quiet voice to Dick Gannon so that he may talk in class and escape detection. I, Divo Brocchini, leave my weight to a board of trustees who shall have it in their power to distribute it wherever they believe it will do the most good. 1. Rolf Isakson. turn over full control of station RU4F to my loyal friend, Lloyd Steele. 1. Trudy Gardner, bequeath with deepest regret my favorite pin-up boy. Van Johnson, to any devoted admirer. We, Joe Ferreira and Walt Sehipke. bequeath our well-known musical technique to Pat Roudie and Bob Hoffman. 25

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THE CHRONICLE I 944 And then we were seniors. We had reached the high point in our high-school careers. Most of the old gang were still around, with a few exceptions. Once more we went to the polls. The big chief turned out to be ‘Our Pal Sal,” John Salvadori. His silent partner was Ed Perkins. Genevieve Jasinski was once again elected note-taker, and Florence Poggio took over the duties of cabbage collector. More changes in the school faculty. Mr. Shultz succeeded Mr. Curtis as principal, Mr. Curtis having become a lieutenant in the Navy; Mr. Fernald was made assistant principal, and Mr. Schipke took over as hoys’ physical director; Miss Allworth took the place of Miss Fuller in the art department; Miss Comey became the girls’ new physical education teacher, replacing Miss Emerson; Miss Bamforth succeeded Miss Bixler as home economics teacher; Mrs. Lyman taught home nursing; Mr. Kich took the place of Mr. Hancock. now in the Navy; and Mr. Avion became director of music. It was now time for the Senior Dance. Everyone had a good time with Joyce Tolman crowned queen of the dance with Genevieve Jasinski and Jane Hayes as her attendants. A new treat was awaiting us in the form of Wednesday morning record programs while the sale of war stamps was carried on. Our basketball team, after an on and off season, played brilliantly in the tournament, finally bowing out in the semi-finals. The next event on the school calendar was our Senior Play, June Mad. Members of the cast and the various committees worked hard to make this play the great success that it was. Many members of our class unfortunately cannot he here for graduation. They have answered their country’s call, and to them the senior class wishes the best of luck. Our student service flag hanging in the front hall is a constant reminder to all of the part our boys are playing in the war effort. It w ill he easy for us to remember these things, for the times in which we live have vitalized them for us. Richard Thomas Allyn Ehler ; 2d

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THE CHRONICLE I 944 I. Dead ball Riotte, leave my towering height to Ed Wrinn. knowing that he needs it. We, Ruth Carroll and Bob Taylor, leave our arch supports to the best girl and boy dancers in the class of ’45. 1. Edgar Gardner, leave my acting ability to Lester Jobbagy and hope that in any kissing scenes he may be as worthy of the profession as I have been. We. Walt Pire and Bobo Martha, bequeath our shooting eyes to next year’s varsity. We, the Senior Class, leave all of our sick animals to Jane Hayes so that she will have something to practice on when she becomes a veterinarian. I, Bill Fischer, leave my skill as a tonsorial artist to future members of the noble profession. 1. Doris Bercier, bequeath my school girl complexion to Ruth Powers. I, Joe Dunn, leave my blazing fast ball to next year’s varsity team. I. Joyce Tolman, bequeath my flashing eyes and charming personality to the queen of next year’s senior dance. We. Pat Meats. Mary Brancato, and Barbara Pogmore. hereby bequeath our happy-go-lucky friendship to any other three girls who can withstand each other’s remarks as we have. We, the seniors who left Ljyman Hall to enter the service, bequeath our little black books to the incoming freshmen and hope that they will make good use of them. I. Charles McKeon, leave my chair on the auditorium stage to anyone who can keep his knees from shaking long enough to introduce the speaker. I. Jack Wilcox, leave my handsome features to all the boys in the Junior Class. I. PM Perkins, leave all of my old girl friends to the students who like brunettes. 1, Emil Gaetano, leave my golden voice to anyone who can find three other fellows to back him up. I. Rosario Morganti, leave my ability to express myself to any junior who can think of any new expressions. We the will-makers bequeath our deepest sympathies and our supply of aspirin to next year’s will-makers. We have hereunto set our hand and affixed our seal this sixteenth day of June, nineteen hundred and forty-four. 26 Charles F. McKeon John Wild