New London High School - Whaler Yearbook (New London, CT)

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History of the Class of 1933 Heigh ho! Almost four years of fun, work, and comradeship are behind us; a chapter in Life’s great book is nearing completion. We feel sure that our residence in Bulkeley has been a happy and successful one. Its spirit and tradition have wrought upon us a lasting impression. Hark back to that sunny September morning when silent groups of scared Freshmen for the first time passed beneath the long-suffering doors. It was only after the passage of a few weeks that we became acclimated to our new surroundings. For president we elected Fred Keefe. On the gridiron a Freshman eleven met defeat before a team of confident Sophomores. Stubborn examinations were circumnavigated. Do you remember the Potpourri? In spite of its doubtful histrionic value and its more doubtful French the Freshman play was a rollicking success. Came the blissful month of June and with it solemn graduation ceremonies and then vacation. Never was there a longer vacation; never before did we so harbor surreptitious yearnings for school—and Sopho-morehood. But what a disappointment! The new Freshmen were not half so amusing as we had expected. But it was with a sincere purpose that we started the second year of high school life. A victory with vengeance! Sabagh ran upon an errant pass and stumbled over a goal line; score: Sophomores 6, Freshmen 0. Our redoubtable riflemen easily bested all other contestants to win the interclass rifle competition. Failure to triumph in the Potpourri was attributed to our play’s profundity—profound enough, for the players seemed scarcely more enlightened than the audience. Edmund O’Brien proved himself an able orator by winning the declamation contest. The crack of the bat carried us through interclass baseball contestation and the end of the season found us victorious. In the beginning of the Junior year an interclass football league was formed. A heavier and experienced Senior team, however, soon put an end to our hopes obliging us to be content with second place. The election returns found Morris “Pep” Fattori president, which office automatically made him a member of the new student council. As usual in the Potpourri fortune did not favor us although Fred Keefe gave a remarkable performance as the careworn wife of a midwestern farmer. Close on the heels of Morris Leviloff followed William C. Fox who won first prize in the state contest and placed in the national contest for his essay on the Paris Pact. This year was an unsuccessful one for the class teams inasmuch as we were compelled to surrender the baseball championship to the class of ’34. And another month of June with its graduation whisked by. And now we are Seniors. With Barry, Wolfe, and Miller in the back-field and a formidable line the senior football team strode over all of their assailants without being scored upon. Surely, there has been no happier class at Bulkeley. But relentless and frightening, the awful rites of commencement hover nigh. Within a short time we shall be flung far from the sweet sanctuary of Academe, some to enter higher institutions in their quest for knowledge and others to plunge into the rushing stream of humanity. So long, gang! Page twenty-six

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Class Prophecy It is under very strange and unforseen circumstances that the members of the class of 1933 are once more united. Father Time may have wrought his changes, but in spirit, as we shall see, the class of ’33 still perseveres. It seems that friend Lewis, repenting a life of dissolution and abandonment, has sought atonement in the sheltered aisles of a monkery. However, brother Lewis has left behind him a fabulous fortune to engender evil and strife among mortals. Immediately, Wolfe demands a part of this fortune for, as he puts it, “services rendered”. He is ably represented by Popkin and Blumen-thal, shysters at law. Not to be outdone, however, Fattori, Quantaince, and Soltz follow Wolfe’s example. But the controversy is soon quelled by the announcement of Lewis’s attorney, O’Brien, that the fortune is to be meted out to all members of the class of 1933 who can present themselves at an open meeting. At this news A. Impellitteri and Gershowitz bewail that they are unable to leave their families. Nevertheless the meeting is summoned to be held at the deserted brewery of Boardson and Johnson, who have left for the old country. And on one dismal rainy afternoon a bald-headed gentleman arises to call the convocation to order. It is no other than gentle Vogt, who warily uses the occasion to deliver a harangue on temperance, directing his remarks in particular to Massad, Keefe, Hobbs, and Nahas. After being forcibly evicted by Hodet his place is taken by Barry and Miller who have connived together to abscond with the cash. The first to present his claim is Lubchansky, popular pawnbroker, who vociferously voices his indignance. He is succeeded by Sabagh who is working his way through college by selling ice for Einhorn. The meeting is suddenly interrupted by the entrance of the sexy screen star, Gorton, who is followed by a footman in a gorgeous uniform resplendent with gold lace and brass buttons. Beneath its voluminous folds whom do we descry but Carney! Then Hertz raises his portly frame to belch out huge fragments of nothing. But Schwartz saves the day by demanding his money or his trousers, and Hertz is compelled to seek cover in the depths of a neighboring hogshead. .... Dogcatcher Fox arrives on the scene in his official car which is dnv-en by Smithline. Through the bars of the cage we discover S. Impellit-teri mumbling broken bits of French. At this junction Laputz demands instant action so that he can keep a date. An attempt to resume is frustrated when Fitzgerald drops a quarter, and a scuffle follows in which Hendel and Sisk suffer broken fingers. O’Neil’s motion that the safe be opened and its contents apportioned at once meets with unanimous ap- P 0'Inasmuch as the key to the safe has long been destroyed, Adleman displays his professional art before an excited audience. Then a great hush falls over the assemblage as willing hands grope far into the black interior of the safe. . . But a mighty roar arises in which rage, disappointment, ana injury can be heard, for from its dark metal recesses pours forth stacks of I. 0. U.’s, variegated whiskey labels, poker chips, French postcards, at cetera ad nauseam. ... , ,, The meeting breaks up in disgust with Rakowsky vigorously threatening to sue the authorities for breach of promise. Paye twenty-seven