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

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THE CHRONICLE. I 948 Then came tryouts for the play. Some of us were picked for the cast, and those of us who weren't did the other jobs of painting faces, searching for properties, hammering nails anti sawing plywood, writing news articles, draw ing posters, selling tickets, and giving moral support to our cast of John Barrymores and Helen Hayeses. Finally the long awaited day arrived, anti we presented junior Miss to a capacity audience on Friday and Saturday, November 21 and 22. Not very long after that Miss McCaffcry left us, and Miss Reid took over her duties. Spring came and our thoughts turned to—LOVE! We walked starry-eyed through the halls and heard strange music at the oddest and most unexpected moments. Pocky, Roy, La Verne, Kurt, Laurel, and Mr. Otto’s other music fiends never stopped practicing! Then to add grief to misery disunity threatened our class. Whether it was caused by the aforesaid torturing or the fact that they were beautiful has never been determined, but the bo)s deserted the class for the slick sophomore chicks and the cute new freshmen. Then it came time to plan the Junior Promenade, and no one could understand the vigor and enthusiasm that the boys displayed. Miss Stevenson, adviser for the Prom,” assisted Fred Bouza, Prom” chairman. Fred and his boys” worked like dogs right up to the last minute. On the night of the Prom” the reason for the boys’ enthusiasm was revealed. Never had so many sophomore and freshman girls attended the Junior Prom”! After the Prom” reality entered the scene, and w e became serious, hard-working juniors, united again by a common thought in the back of all our minds vacation! And yet, as those last fewr weeks came drawing to a close, we all felt a touch of sadness when we thought of the seniors who were about to leave us. By this time we had forgotten their sophomoric attempts to direct us to Room 25 and had, over the years, come to regard them with deep respect and love (in the case of Betty Ann Lathrop and many others). We faced vacation solemnly, for to most of us it meant hard w'ork and saving for the future, which was coming closer, closer. Upon returning in the fall we immediately became aware of a thrilling sensation—wt were seniors! And with the dignity that seniors have always possessed we entered our first senior class meeting and selected our distinguished class officers. Tommy and Bill had evidently tired of their former offices because they swapped and became president and vice-president respectively. Marge Loring and Freddie Ulbrich, having an advantage over the rest of us because of the political background of their families, swung their elections as secretary and treasurer with the dignity of true politicians. The Senior Dance was eagerly anticipated. The gym” was handsomely decorated with our class colors, blue and gold. The orchestra was especially wonderful and added harmony to the already friendly atmosphere. The climax of the evening came when Queen Betty attended by Marge and Nancy marched down the aisle and ascended her throne. Upon all, the ceremony left an impression which remained long after the dance. The history of our class could never be complete without the dominating factor BASKETBALL! With fourteen wins and four losses, our team ranked third in the League and was matched against Killingly in the first tournament game that they fought so hard to win. The score was 43 41, but more than the score we shall remember Captain Combs’s sprained ankle. Next we played Wilcox Tech and won 45-34 After this came the most thrilling game of the season against Windsor. At the beginning of the fourth quarter with the score of 39-25 in favor of Windsor, our heroic Orangemen entered the court to play; and nine minutes later, returned to the dressing room victorious, with a score of 46-43. — 27 —

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Class History THE CHRONICLE I 948 In the spring of 1944 the grammar schools of Wallingford and proximity, along with the townspeople, endeavored to do their spring cleaning. However, we assure you, they belonged to entirely different categories. While the housewives were getting rid of accumulated dust in their houses, the teachers were ridding us students of dust in our gray matter. This was their last and most vital step in preparing us for high school. When summer came, the apprehension in regard to what high school was going to be like was shared by one and all. We were soon to find out. September came in with full splendor. We had a cool and crystal-clear autumn atmosphere to accompany us on our first day at school. We entered the front door only to be told that mere freshmen were to use the side doors. The utter confusion that searching for Room 24 created seems incredible. Wc weren’t missing anything, however, when we couldn’t find it. Often the stairs presented a scene of disorder, when simple directions had been misunderstood. Although we were prone to do incorrect things, we soon became accustomed to class precedents and faithful in carrying them out. Our Freshman Halloween Party was really the first chance we had to display our originality, sense of color, and cleverness. We had a very colorful and successful party at which we met old friends and made new ones. Those who had Mr. Torrcy learned to pass a basket around to secure the gum” (cow food to Mr. Torrcy) from those who were indulging in it. From Miss Quint we learned that no such words as I Can’t ever existed (especially as an alibi for incomplete algebra home work.) In no time at all June came around to carry us off to another vacation, in which we could make resolutions to carry out our sophomore year. When September arrived again, we were no longer mere freshmen but important sophomores. We were distinguished in being the first in years to hold a Sophomore Party. It was sponsored by the Student Council under the competent guidance of Miss Carroll and Miss Quint. This proved to be a very enjoyable way to celebrate Columbus Day. The Afternoon News afforded many freshmen an opportunity to display their skill in journalism. Under the guidance of Miss Quint we had a successful paper. It supplied the afternoon class with up-to-date gossip, fads, and fancies. In our sophomore year we became acquainted with many juniors and seniors; and when summer vacation came around again, thoughts of handsome and charming upper classmen accompanied us. We were juniors at last and with our new role came responsibilities and duties unknown before. Our illustrious officers were Bill Quigley, head man; Tommy Okolotowicz, second in command; Marge Loring, honorary doodler; and smiling Fred Valenti, tax collector. Working as a class was exciting and we were all kept busy right from the start. Miss McCaffcry, our class adviser, helped us to organize, and it wasn’t long before we had elected a ring committee and chosen our class colors, flower, and motto. — 26 —

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THE CHRONICLE I 948 The whole town knows the rest of the story. The Lyman Hall Cinderella” team met their Prince Charming at 9:22 P.M. on March 12. We beat Shelton and won the Class B Connecticut Championship and were hoarse for days afterward from yelling those names we shall never forget — Combs, Quigley, Carretta, Rummer, and Carvalho! When our nervous systems returned once again to normalcy, we presented The Cat and the Canary to a mystified audience on April 16 and 17. Now the time is drawing near when we shall have to leave Lyman Hall. Some of us eagerly anticipate college or some further education that will prepare us for our place in life. For some of us the instruction we have received at Lyman Hall will complete our formal education, and we look forward to jobs that await our youthful vigor and determination. But whatever our plans or hopes for the future may be, we shall all reserve a special place in our hearts for the memories and experiences we have shared at Lyman Hall. Pour years ago we entered Lyman Hall as immature boys and girls; now we are leaving as young men and women. The world we arc entering is one of problems that seem almost insurmountable even to us who should be, as youth has always been, boldly confident. Already these problems weigh heavily upon our shoulders, and in the gravity of those tasks that are left for us is buried the usual recklessness of youth. As we enter the world united with one purpose — to endeavor to make the world a place where mankind may live peacefully, and as we come at last to the end of our high-school days, we would pay tribute to those teachers who by their guiding influence have shown us our duty to humanity and made meaningful these words: Though we falter, never fall. Helen Gammerino Virginia Watrous i Class Will To Whom It May Concern: Be it known by all ye present that the Senior Class of 1948 of Lyman Hall High School, being of sound mind and moral character, hereby publishes its last will and testament. We, the Senior Class of ’48, bequeath to the office our unusual and unorthodox ability to finagle out of any responsibilities which may arise. To our beloved faculty we leave the old list of existing laws and many new ones which had to be invented during our four years of internment. To Mr. Who Dunnit” Donovan, we donate a Junior G-Man kit and a much needed lie detector to prove that CRIME DOES NOT PAY! We, the feminine species of the class, leave to our dean, Miss Shea, a new office with space enough to accommodate many more victims of circumstance. To the incoming freshmen, we donate a handbook entitled Getting Accjtdainted uith Lyman Hall or Who Tore the Leg off the Skeleton in Biology Class, to be theirs with the passing years. To our beloved underclassmen, who have toiled for the past one or two years, we extend our sympathy and earnest hopes that they may some day reach the heights of seniorhood. — 28 —