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

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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

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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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Thk Commercial Club i The Commercial Club President I ’ ice-president Secretary Treasurer Advisers (lEOIUiK Mush insky Eleanor Quigley Ruth Gavette Rena DeFilippo Alexander (Barter Lucia Kolodziej Monthly meetings have been held this year with the activities including various types of socials, the initiation of new members, and a trip to New York. The club also sponsored a barn dance and a sock hop. The Chronicle 26 19 4 5