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

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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

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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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1, Dorothy Meyer, leave my height to the shorter underclass girls so that they may dance with Bill Burns more easily. We, the. basketball team, leave our best wishes to next year’s team and our hopes that they take Branford by an unheard-of score. I, Lionell “Chops” Sbrana, leave my “gym” suit, composed of maroon shorts, my maroon sweater, and those grey knee-socks, to any lad who hopes for the best-dressed title. To anyone who can never think of the answer, I, l.orraine Bellerose, leave my giggle; it always works. I. William Doebener, leave a ball and chain to be attached to Harriet Lane as soon as I leave. I, Janet Stein, who has never entered a class without an ache, pain, or problem, leave to Eleanor Clack my title of “Class Neurotic”. I, Nancy Fry, leave my report cards, which are to be framed and hung in the front corridor, as a shining example to all future inmates of this institution. I, Rose Goorhigian, leave my ability to travel in four different directions at the same time to Jane O'Brien, who always seems about to fly away. We, the boys of the Senior Class who have entered the Armed Forces, leave our pictures to our class-mates so that they will not forget, while we are away, how strong and handsome we are. I, George Brodigan, leave my crew-cut to end all crew-cuts to Donny Schipke, so that his waves won't cause him so much worry. We, the senior inhabitants of the Mid-Way Spa, Stimpson’s, and Griffin's, leave to our followers a hand-book containing notes on how to make a coke last longer than a twelve-course dinner. I, Edward Wrinn, leave my quiet manner to Marcia Lentine so that a happy medium may be reached. I, Dick Hawk Celia, leave the key words of my vocabulary to posterity, so that my chatter shall not become a dead language. I, Bob Burns, leave to David Hall my responsible attitude toward school business. He may not be so big as I, but he seems big enough for the job. And finally, in a blaze of glory, we the Senior Class, leave Lyman Hall—to the great relief of all concerned. Signed and sealed in the presence of our keepers. Barbara Powkrs Dick Gannon The Chronicle 1945 95