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

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During the summer vacation Mr. Curtis accepted a commission in the Navy. Mr. Shultz became the acting principal and Mr. Fernald, the vice-principal. The | o.st of “gym” instructor was filled by an alumnus of Lyman Ilall, Fred Schipke. ' e returned to the polls in our junior year and cast our ballots for class officers. Les Jobbagy was chosen head man, with Steve Hacku as co-pilot, while Ruth Powers as keeper of the records and Joe Ortense handling the do-re-mi completed the official staff. Finally the opportunity that the dramatists had been waiting for was here. Tryouts were announced for that colossal Junior Play, Spring Fever. Rill Olayos as general chairman cracked the whip over the various committees. The success of the play was largely due to the cast, which devoted much time and effort to the production. About this time the Gannon-Rundle romance got off to a smooth start and has been steadily gaining momentum ever since. Following the example set by the class of '44 we held our Junior “Prom in the high-school gymnasium. Car pools made it possible to have transportation to and from the dance. I’ndcr a tropical setting the couples danced to the soothing melodics of a solid orchestra. i here were many tearful partings as we saw our beloved seniors pack up anil leave us in command. Because of rationing and inheritance, we stepped into their shoes. We had reached the top level; there was no one now to look up to; we were supreme rulers of the under classmen. Rut there was a dark side to the picture; already some of our classmates had left for the service, anil we knew many more would have to go before graduation. This made us more eager to do all we could on the home front. When the smoke had cleared after our elections, we found Rill Ohr sitting in the soft chair, with Rill Olayos as the forgotten man. “Minute-man” Rudy Vecoli and “Strong-box” Joe Ortense completed the Rig Four”. 1 he first social event of the year was the Senior Dance, with many attending. The high light came as Ruth Powers was crowned Queen of the Dance. Our basketball team has had a fairly good record this season with Lyman Hall rooters attending all the games, giving vocal support. Ohr, Zunila. Canning, and Ringham performed honorably for the team in their senior year. Coach Fred Schipke got married at the conclusion of the basketball schedule. Perhaps in the future, Lyman Hall will have a few more basketball stars named Schipke. The seniors annual classic of the stage was produced under the direction of Miss Shea. A comedy, Beginners Luck , was acted admirably by the cast. The committees headed by Chairman James Neliez did a splendid job and helped to make it one of the best plays ever enacted in Lyman Hall. At the present time many graduates of Lyman Hall and some of our classmates arc fighting' for a better world. Behind us we leave four years of happy memories and carefree adventures. We regret leaving Lyman Hall and all that is a part of it, but there is a job to be done and who is better qualified to do it than young America? Not only is it winning the war but keeping the peace and helping make this a world with equal freedoms for all. Remember—“we’re not finished—we’ve just begun”. Rcdy Vecoli S 1 c Teddy Kobush The Chronicle 1945 23

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Class History In the spring of 1941 after eight hard years of work, the grammar schools of Wallingford and vicinity gave up! They decided they had carried the burden long enough, so they let loose on Lyman Hall High School an enthusiastic, but unimpressive crowd of innocent, young freshmen. That summer passed slowly for those eager students who looked forward to a great high-school career. September of that year brought us gaping to the portals of Lyman Hall. On entering we encountered a maze of corridors, which bewildered us and left our already astonished minds in a daze. Also changing periods six times a day had us wandering into the wrong rooms at tin- right time and into the right rooms at the wrong time. Having the Stein twins, Joyce and Janet, did not help relieve this state of confusion. However, as time passed, we learned slowly but surely. At the annual Hallowe’en party we released our imagination with a flourish, producing a vivid spectacle of color and noise. Barbara Powers draped in her father’s long woolen underwear presented a unique picture of the fashions of the future. That season we followed the crowds to the basketball games, adding our timid voices to the roar of the upperclassmen. Then came the treacherous Japanese attacks on our Pacific outposts; the peaceful serenity of our nation was shattered. Our students found the ranks of the American people doing everything possible to promote the war effort. Few of us realized at that time how important December 7, 1941 would be in our future. The rest of our freshman year passed along very quickly, and soon we were launched on a joyous but short summer vacation. Upon our return to Lyman Hall in our sophomore year we were forced because of overcrowding to remain in the afternoon session with the lowly freshmen. This arrangement did not prove too distasteful for us, however, because it afforded us the opportunity of lording it over the new greenhorns. We then proceeded to have our first class elections, which, although not in the best parliamentary manner, were settled without any bloodshed. 4 elles 'l'ooke was chosen chief of the tribe, with Steve Hacku as his stand-in, while Alice Heath propelled the pen, and Janet Stein had charge of the purse strings. The Afternoon News continued its successful career under the direction of Editor Nancy Fry and a competent staff of assistants. In accordance with the “Remember Pearl Harbor” spirit, war stamps and bonds were sold in the school. We were also reminded of the war by the air raid drills which were held in case we should be bombed. As boys began to leave Lyman Hall to enter the armed forces, the high-school officials decided to install the Victory Corps for the purpose of aiding the war effort and helping prepare students for the service. Special subjects were offerer! in the curriculum, which have proved of value to many of our boys. Summer came around to find most of us spending our vacations working in war plants, stores, or any other places where we could be of use. The time had finally arrived when we dragged ourselves out of bed in the morning, swallowed a hasty breakfast, and dashed off to school. We were upperclassmen! However, getting up with the seniors soon lost its attraction for us. While making out our tardy slips, we began to envy Paul Bruton, who, living under the shadow of Lyman Hall, could sleep those extra precious minutes mid still be on time. The Chronicle 1945 22

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Class Will Know Ye All Men Hi Thexe Presentx: Y the Senior Class of Lyman Hall, situated in the town of Wallingford, being of sound mind and spotless character, do hereby make, publish, and declare the following to be our last will and testament, Let all lesser beings take heed. To the faculty we leave the memory of our charming personalities and astounding intelligence which have made us Lyman Hall’s most outstanding class. To the present Freshman Class, which always turns out nicely for school events, we bequeath our reputation for going places and doing things. To the Sophomore and Junior Classes, we leave our luck and ability to bluff, which were the only things that pulled us through. To Miss Shea, who can’t possibly be in so many places at once, we leave one of our numerous Fords so that she may travel about L. H. more easily. W’e, the “gym” classes, leave our “achin’ backs” to Miss Comey’s and Mr. Schipke s younger proteges. W’e, the sociology classes leave to future sociology students several weights so that they will not float off in amazement as thdy hear Miss Cate prognosticate, fight, and settle a war in twenty minutes. Some of our more richly endowed classmates have made personal bequests which are as follows: I, Joseph Ortense, leave to the next Senior Class officers my ability to control and settle all arguments at class meetings. We, Sheila Meehan and Arlene Sittnick, leave our nicknames, “Smokey and St inkey , to Mr. Kenyon’s “lab” periods, which are usually just that. W’e, Ruth Powers, Kathleen Riley, and Ruth Ryan, leave our winning smiles to next year's Senior Queen and her attendants. I, Edgar Odell, leave my dancing partner, Rene Grinold, to Hob Wardle, who s all ready to capture her. W’e, James Sutton, Hill Ohr, and Hill Olayos, leave our little knitted caps to Mr. Torrey to be worn on frigid winter mornings as he walks in from the farm. I, George Mushinsky, leave my gentle voice to Hill Hertini so that his friends may no longer have to ruin their voices in trying to out-shout him. The Chronicle 1945 24