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

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THE CHRONICLE I 948 To our present Junior Class, we leave an elevator, so that they won't tire themselves going from floor to floor. We, Ace” Dorsey, Normie Kcddy and Loic Latham, leave our titles of Women Drivers, Joy De-privcrs” to Shirley Cowles, an up and coming speedster. We, Bernard Moore and Dick Schonn, leave to Mrs. Dooley one gigantic broom, so that she may evacuate any pests which may congregate in the dusty corners of the dear old library. We, the luscious lemons, Lathrop, Loring, and Lintini, leave our titles of Royal Beauties” of the Senior Class to any three junior girls who can carry the burden. We three, Malicious” Martha, Wctwash” Walters and Inky” Ingraham, leave our respective brass bugle, hairy hides, and slushpump to any future band members who also wish to play off key. We, Jane O'Brien, Letty Arpaia, and Ollie Beer, leave our gift of gab” to any three freshmen who think they can fill our shoes. We, Claire Slugger” Dowik, Yak Yak Yakubovich, and Oh Oh Ulbrich, leave our fast-flying fingers, including thumbs, to any freshman typist who is new to the game. We, the terrible trio, Ronnie Cerri, Fred Bouz , and Bob Gattilia, leave our titles of class speed demons to any boys who can better the speed of ten miles an hour. We, Bernie Geremia, Do Do Kolwalczyk, and Bumps Bimontc, leave our ability to fight each other to any girls who like to fool around in the spacious gym . I, Joe Vitali, gladly give my car, Buxom Bessie, the bess of ’em all , to anyone with a strong back for pushing and a weak mind for spending. We, Bill Quigley and Eugene Combs, leave our system of flirting with our opponents’ cheer leaders to Howie Rummer and Donnie Rizzo, who show promising signs in that field of sports. We, Allie Blaski, Bobbie Howland, and Mickey Rose, leave our baseball mitts to the future champs of Lyman Hall. I, Trebor Okmot, being Robert Tomko in the English language, leave my lady-killer look to the maladjusted males of Lyman Hall. We, Sam Dorsey and Nancy Gaisford, bequeath our ace bandages to Janet Kapish, in hopes that they will keep her all in one piece. We Ca” Hartmann, Nancy Lintini, and Ba Bridgett, leave our ability to jump six feet, to Marcia Rundle, Barbara Buongirno, and Ruth Olson, who need the additional four feet in their jumps. We, the brains of the outfit, Oke” Okolotowicz, Lover” Huie, and Hank” Tencza, wanting to be different, take our brains and brilliance with us and leave our sympathy to any future senior who dares to take trig or solid without first attending Harvaid, Yale, Columbia, and Holy Cross. Lastly but not leastly, we, the Senior Class, faltering but never failing, step out into the cruel, cruel world, leaving behind four years of happiness never to be forgotten. SEALED in the year of Our Lord, One Thousand Nine Hundred and Forty-Eight. — 29 — Marcia Lhntini Frank Totz

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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 —

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