Newtown High School - Bugle Yearbook (Newtown, CT)

Text from Pages 1 - 56 of the 1935 volume:

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World at Large -Mgt THE BUGLE yah-- With sincere appreciation We, the Class of nineteen thirty-five, Respectfully dedicate this issue of The Bugle to Mr. Frank W. Knight . Who has faithfully served us as a supervisor. -wif THE BUGLE 121 !- I BOARD Ol EDVIYJRS C0-lirl1'l0rs ELEANHR VVA'l'l-IRTTOUSI2 Drums Mlalcclik --issixfazlf lfdifors 1 Mx'1z'1'1-rg INGRAIIAIXI T,u,I.1AN QAN1f11il.n Hzfxinlms gilllllllflfl' GICHRGIC Em: I.T.S'fSllUlIf .'UtIIIf7flf'l'S Fllfllffj' .'Irlf'1'.v01's In llX l3l'RR-L'I..x1e,x Rm-'1f1.Ics MR. HILLIS II1L121xmN NIM:-lrmlallfi li1QAxTlNr: Miss NIARY NARAMORE --if THE BUGLE 5391- 5 The Faculty ' Mr. Carl A. LC Grow ........ ....... P rinripal Mr. Frzmk XYOorli11g ...............,.................................... ....... flgrirzflfurl Miss Mary NZll'Z1lUOl'C ...........................,............. .......,........ .......... A il l'llflIf'IIIGfil'.!' Miss Alice Culhzmc .... .... ................. Fwlzrlz and Latin M1-. 'I'l1um:1Q -1, rim-km .fg.l2f..5f .,.. 4 .... 24.1...,1.:+fk..f.:ij71f5mfy Mr. Hillis 14. Ifiiemfm ......................,.. ................. . i ..................................... zzngzfgzf Miss Nurgzirct T.. Ncfartliy .......... Biology and liiglzflz Grade Miss Catlin-riiic M, Krulin ....... .......,....,.......... .S 'l'T'l'llfll Grade' 6 -. Irving Henry Arnold ll's rlmfrr, but is it arf? Baseball, '34-'35 Art Editor of Year Book, '35 -'Elf THE BUGLE 07 Elsie Ruth Bradbury lil C0!IfCl1f to follow whvn 'wr load flu' 'way Dancing Club, '31-'32 Glee Club '33-'35 , .t,,j,,..1 'Q' ' .La f I' M 4 ,. .F ' f . 2 t 1 ,. Francis Julius Bresson Framzie xl .vlmrf .myiny aftmz vmzlains mufh wisd0111. Nature Club, '30 Science Club, '31 Mathematics Club, '32 Soccer, '31 THE BUGLE it.- Da George Leslie Erb I911f1'l1 T1n'rv'.v frm nmflz lvmnfy 011 this vzirllz fm' Imzvly mm fo hear. Vice-President of Class. '35 Business Manager of the Year Book, '35 Basketball, '34-'35 Betty Burr BPH Ix'r10wlr'dgf is a 1v0'we1'. President Junior Class. '33-'34 Chairman Social Activities, '35 Assistant Business Mgr. Year Book, '35 Secretary-Treasurer A. A., ,35 Glue Club, '33-'35 ncing Club, '32-'33 Anna Gomberg Cfruz1I2iz ' H.lllllt'H I Imfr wmlmdyg I um in rlmrity will: flu' wo l3zLsketball, '31-'35 Dancing Club '31-'32 f . r fl 4 I 1 Captain Basketball, '34-'35 7 Glee Club. '31-'35 l 8 THE BUGLE Jerome Max Goosman fvrry I haw vwr lozicd ta rcposr' 11lj'St'lf.n Aviation Club, '30-'31 Math Club, '31-'32 Science Club, '32-'33 Soccer, '30-'34 Myrtle Adeline Ingraham Mew Thr Hiylwsi and flu' Best. Glee Club, '34-'35 Assistant Editor Year Book, '33-'35 President Senior Class, '3-1:35 Basketball, '34-'35 . 1-1' Carolyn Anna Kelcec Carry l.0nl?.3'n11,' I am Ihr most cnlmvnlzfd in my own tilee Club, '31-'33 inf0rz'sf.v. X gfP1,f8l, 1111, f az , I ' S.-.1 'S 'ff' 1 .Q Ruth Marie .54 THE BUGLE Leibold Ruthie Veracity is the heart of morality. Basketball, '33-'35 Dancing Club, '31 Glee Club, '32-'35 9 John William Liebold Bud I would help others out of a fellow feeling. Basketball, '34-'35 Mathematics Club, '32 Glee Club, '33-'35 Doris Lucille Mercer Dodd, Be1't'i Dom I won? budge an inch! Nursing Club, '32-'33 ' Glee Club, '33-'35 Second Prize Morris Essay '34 Basketball, '32-'34 Editor Year Book, '34-'35 i so . 12' ,L ,- CZ, cyzfll . if'3-AA' I 'CJ C . ' If ' S' jj ,liz 10 Charles Albert Mercer Charlie He had a slartling genius but somehow it did1z't emergef Assistant Business Manager, '34 Basketball, '33-'35 President A, A., '34-'35 Glee Club, '34 Baseball, '34-'35 -,gf THE BUGLE Grace Maxine Murphy Grace Blushing is the color of 'virlm' Dramatic Club Glee Club, '31-'35 Secretary Junior Class, '33-'34 ,. vo wiser, Rose Marie Pallocovitch llpnlljyll A witiy 'woman is a treasure: a 'witty bcauity is a power. Basketball, '32 Dancing Club, '32-'33 Glee Club, '32-'35 Class Secretary, '34-'35 -...,-,Q THE BUGLE fra-- Eric Oscar Person Silence never betrays you. Baseball, '32-'33 Soccer, '31-'33 Basketball, !34-35 Science Club, '32-'33 Nature Club, '30-'31 Math Club, '31-'32 Clara Augustus Ruffles Clara Ig not trur' 101.51170 one with trurr toil? Dancing Club, '31-'32 Mathematics Club, '32-'33 Glee Club, '33-'35 Class Treasurer, '34-'35 Assistant Business Manager of Year Book, '34-'35 11 Julius Rosenberg Roseyu They say those who are a little too 'wise do we'1'e live long. Baseball, '34-'35 l Math Club, '32 Science Club, '31 Aviation Club, '31 1 H, Q52 f'i7 9.945-4-1'-Qvfl C! ,, I A 1 2 -af Helen Theresa Soltis HOIr11 Ol'lIU7lIFllf of a uwrk mm' quiet spirit. Class Treasurer, '30-'31 Nature Club. '32 Dramatic Club, '31 Glee Club, '33-'34 Elizabeth Irene Young Betty Bf'flz ' 1Iaug Sorrow! Carr will kill a cat, .-Ind tlzrrrforc Icf's lic 111c'rry. Secretary Sophomore Class Basketball, '32-'33 Vice-President Junior Class, '33-'34 ' Glee Club, '31-'35 A l Dramatic Club, '31 Dancing Club, '31 - 1 l 'ff af THE BUGLE , ll . 135' if John N. Williams J011llllll ' Think not tim! thy word and flzirlr ulnnf' is righl Basketball. '35 Baseball, '34-'35 r THE BUGLE 13 THE SENIORS Didn't you know we were Seniors? 'Well that's just it. Nobody realized it until now and so here we are staring nonchalantly at you. Four years we have labored and toiled with our noses to the grindstones. Now by the sweat of our brows We have succeeded in appearing, at least, industrious. 'Now we must again come down to earth and into the sphere of human activity. We trust that our oilicers, Myrtle Ingraharn, George Erb, Rose Pallocovitch and Clara Ruffles, may be as successful in leading others as they have been in leading us. 14 --425 THE BUGLE iii-W X I I N fv- I fu J' LR Q . ff, N' THE JUNIORS Departing from the usual routine, we are allowing our readers to do a little guessing. Can you find our class ofiicers? Well, they're in their customary places-second row center. The rest of us are just plain ordinary, every day Juniors whose only ambition is to pester our teachers and look forward to the privileged position of Seniors. THE BUGLE lik--V 15 soPHoMoREs cf'+-175- ' 'N ff 0, A mighty class with members large, bf. uHu.55J,,.,yl j1iLz,4J.,vL Into Room 7 this fall did barge. We tackled Caesar and Brutus, too, And for a loss geometry threw. With heads held high and numbers strong, The path of knowledge we'll go along, In '37 with all its glory We'll hope we're left to tell the story. ,15,,,4,.W,4n.z,'Z2wLz 0. f, fm . . ' ul, .fu I - -XA fwmmplr xx 4 0 lu l,l . A to :jr l 16 --ffl THE BUGLE l?s-O-- X .f ' - I fav' , X Q Q Q I E i -IU fx-fl!!! . xfw mf , rpg, ! .ry 4,14 jj L, 1 .jfjz dj! K-QV' lm il C X V .J QL- v ' :I .4 ' ' . 0 R 'J 4 A - '. X '15 X, Kxfil SD: 'W YS 1 A NT Gwwafew Wddfi T - THE FRESHMEN l'5 '-1 l , Forty-eight small Freshmen green, n If On September fifth were seen. Sf F Forty-seven small Freshmen gay- f' Thanksgiving vacation for a day. it 33 Forty-six small Freshmen blue- K Midyears lie ahead of you. Forty-four Freshmen in May- How many will drop beside the Way? F -Anne Hillhouse. .,,, 4 , fin y ' I 'lJ.s.rCQ ,wx , ,,,,,.,.',,4:,g,1.,?,l', N 2. . nfl:-4 i 1 C V W J xx. j I . VL..J',d,-.lA'h'l.':'F :JN 3 F 1 f We . . A ix - .flkk JV A Aff. 2..4ZZ:f '?f-l,f., f - lx AK Q' ' THE BUGLE Es- 17 1... ... Hlxllllg WAITING Huge, icy snowflakes swirled in tiny whirlpools before young Mrs. Roberts' eyes as she gazed disconsolately out of one of the windows of her small cottage. The cold, gray expanse which met her glance wher- ever she turned made Mrs. Roberts shudder and draw her sweater more tightly about her dainty gingham-clad body. She was a fresh com- plexioned, blond, young woman of about twenty-five who still had a youthful air of eagerness which at once made her appealing. But on this winter's day the expression of eagerness was replaced by tiny wrinkles which puckered her forehead. She twisted her fingers nerv- ously. Joey, her small son, was sick in bed with a cold and her husband, Jim, was working in the next town. How Mrs. Roberts wished Jim would come home. What if Joey got worse! What could she do, iso- lated in the small cottage two miles from the nearest neighbor with a storm raging outside? She felt an empty sensation of fear creeping over her, but, with a courageous and resolute manner, shook it off. She went bravely into the kitchen to prepare dinner. How silent the house was! Jim was not there to call cheerfully, Is dinner ready yet, Mary? or to crackle his newspaper, in search for the comic sheets. Not even the peaceful sounds of the dog's heavy breathing broke the chilled emptiness, for he had gone with Jim. A strange, ominous feeling had seized Mrs. Roberts today, probably brought on by the dismal.. shrill cry of the wind and the dull, continuous thud of the shutters. No friend- ly, human sound greeted Mrs. Roberts. Several times she felt as if huge eyes were boring into her back and whirled about only to be greeted by the blank doorway and heavy silence. Her imagination, keyed to a high tension, preyed upon her senses. Any minute sound was amplified to frightening proportions. is -'-+624 THE BUGLE ps-- After preparing dinner, she took a tray up to Joey, who was sleep- ing. The stairs creaked and the sound echoed in the empty rooms. The sight of the curly headed blond boy cheered h-er some, but the rasping, clogged sound of his breathing worried her. She returned to eat her own lonely meal in the kitchen. The food was dry and tasteless to her as it passed down her tense throat. The cheerful bravado which she had displayed to Jim when he had left two days ago gradually faded in the nerve-wracking loneliness and isolation of the ensuing days and nights, for it was her first experience alone in the house. Suddenly a sharp, dry sound reached her ears. Could it be the wind? Mrs. Roberts asked herself. Then, terrified, she realized it was Joey. She sped up the stairs. Suppose Joey was worse. She breathed a huge sigh of relief when he announced that all he wanted was a drink of water. Oh would Jim never come! Why? Oh Why did he ever go? She sat down near Joey's bed, overcome by loneliness. Well, Jim promised to be home today, Mrs. Roberts told herself, to calm her nerves. At that moment a great gust of wind enveloped the house. Every shutter banged, and over her head, she heard a door slam in the attic. It was the last straw. Mrs. Roberts' nerves gave way and she sat in a paralyzed silence, every muscle tense, hardly breathing. She felt cold all over. The minutes passed slowly. Suddenly, as if sent by a guardian angel, a cheerful tinkling was heard in the distance. Mrs. Roberts' heart leaped expectantly. Could it be he? Soon a pleasant stamping of horses feet was heard in the drive and shortly steps sounded on the porch. Every muscle and nerve of Mrs. Roberts' body was released in one spasm of relief. She sprang from her chair and fairly leaped down the stairs. Her joy was bound- less. There was Jim shaking snow off his coat in the hallway. She ran toward him and flung her arms around his neck with a cry of relief. Happily she poured out her tale of her loneliness and fright to Jim, who after kissing her, passed OH her story in a gruif manner, saying jokingly, Just like a woman. Then he hurried up to see Joey. Just like a woman, humph, said Mrs. Roberts, but her heart was light, for Jim was home. V -Myrtle Ingraham. I -'fs-if THE BUGLE 19 A WIFE AND THREE KIDS Hot Car Hannigan, a bald-headed, beetle-browed, bat-eared pug , with a cigar stuck between his thick lips, sat in his improvised office on the lot of the Hannigan Big Bargain Used Car Bazaar , his feet on the desk, brow wrinkled, soul in disgust, and business terrible. Mr. Hannigan mused on the possibility of becoming strictly legitimate. His record and reputation in the used car racket were as crooked as a dog's hind leg. At present he was under investigation for being some- what careless in buying cars from gentlemen who, in turn, were some- what careless in appropriating them. Suddenly Hot Car's feet left the desk and hit the floor with a thud. He had caught sight of a well-dressed man of about thirty-five, heavily built, with protruding chin and forehead, examining his stock. He bounced out of his ofiice and approached his prospect. Ain't she a dandy? asked Mr. Hannigan. Magnificent, said the newcomer sardonically. What is it? What d'yer mean, what is it? sputtered Hot Car . It's parents must have been rather careless. It looks half Lincoln and half Cadillac , replied the dapper customer. I guess you never saw a foreign car before? Whether it was spawned in Hong Kong or Hoboken doesn't in- terest me. Will it run? curtly retorted he of the bold jaw. Will it run? Say wise guy, what d'yer think I got here, a junk yard? Mr. Hannigan demanded indignantly. I want to go places without stopping at every garage en route. Listen, Mister, said Hot Car changing to wheedling confiden- tial tones which he reserved for the best prospects, the motor in this baby purrs like a well-fed cat. I hate cats, said the breezy prospect. Do you want a real good bargain? Good bargains are no good. There's always something wrong. Will you please take a look at that beauty over there? If you want a iiashy car for a fiashy fellow, why this is the boat to buy. The prospect walked over to the Sport Model Straight Eight Stutz. It was the latest model, appeared brand new and had enough shiny nickel and fancy gadgets to outfit the Leviathan-everything but an inlaid bath tub. This looks like a car to me, said the prospect, his eyes opening with pleasure. I thought you'd like it, beamed Hot Car . Now listen. You look like a bright boy, the sort of a guy a man can talk cold turkey to. Here's the dope. This car has me mystified. It was brought here three days ago by a young lad I ain't never seen before. He was all excited and told me that he was the black sheep of a good family and had got in debt with some gamblers and had to sell his car or get put on the spotf' So you just gave him a five dollar gold piece and took the car as a favor, eh? queried the stranger. Don't be silly. I admit I got it for a song, but you can't buy the gas tank top for a 'five'. Now, listen brother, whatever I gave the guy 20 -f-nil THE BUGLE +31-M is my business, see! New she sells for 34500 and in the Blue Book she's rated at the end of a year for 51550. She's only two months old, but for eight centuries I'm giving her away-to you. Mr. Hannigan beamed his best smile, threw out his chest and looked as though he were delivering the United States Treasury parcel post prepaid. I hope it has a motor in it, drawled the pugnacious looking pros- pect, sticking a villainous looking cigar in his mouth. You should kid a feller who is trying to give you a bargain, complained Hot Car . The stranger raised the hood and examined the motor number. Then he whistled meaningly. Just as I suspected. Just as you wh-what? demanded Hot Car . So you were going to give me a bargain? Say, blurted Hot Car , what's biting you? The stranger snapped back his coat and gave the dumbfounded, amazed, and wholly frightened Hannigan a flash at a police badge. This car was stolen and you know it. You are under arrest. Looks like I win that bet I made with Inspector Maguire about getting the goods on you, Hannigan. A little trip up the river this fall will cure you of handling 'hot cars'. Say, listen Mister, honest Mister, I don't know who da guy was. He just left it here on a 50 per cent basis, honest Mister. That is the whole truth. Hannigan had an inspiration. Gee, Mister, you wouldn't send a guy up the river with a wife and three kids to support, now would you? His voice pleaded desperately. A wife and three kids, huh? repeated the stranger. Well, I haven't any sympathy for you but I will consider the wife and three kids, I have a wife and three kids myself? Seeing that the dick was soft hearted, Hannigan pleaded in a terrified voice, Take the car, inspector, and say you found it in any old alley downtown? Well, I could do that, but let this be a lesson to you and remember the wife and three kids, Hannigan, and go straight. The stranger drove out of the lot into Westchester Avenue and headed west. A wife and three kids, he mused, imagine me with a wife and three kids. A swell chariot, he thought. I should make the World's Fair in two days. I wonder who owned it? Back on the used car lot, Mr. Hot Car Hannigan, a bit sadder, but a bit wiser, was in a mellow mood. A wife and three kids, he mused. Imagine me with a wife and three kids. -Julius Rosenberg. THE BUGLE 21 CHANCE What is this world after all, but a lot of struggling, trials, and tribulations? thought Miriam Carson as she absently thumbed the pages of the tattered and soiled telephone directory. Shall I call Mad- ame Clegg to see if that job is still open? Might just as well because tomorrow the telephone Will be taken out and I will have to pay for every call I make at the pay station. Hey, Mom, where's tha' peni't butter? I wanta samwich 'cause I'm awful hungry, stated Frank Carson, Miriam's freckled-faced, pug- nosed offspring. Now listen, Frankie, I'd give it to you if we had some but Jerry ate the last of it this morning. You'll have to wait until-until-- I 'spose until you get a job, mumbled the discontented man of the house. Miriam was trying to keep back the big lump that arose in her throat. Oh, why, why couldn't she find a job? Any kind of a job as long as it brought in a little money to pay for the rent and buy a few meager groceries. At least for the kids' sake. They mustn't starve! She arose with sagging shoulders and tried to summon a faint smile to her ashen lips and act more cheerfully. We'll find something-We've got to find something, she declared fiercely, half musing aloud. I'm afraid you'll have to make this oleo- margerine do, Sonnyg it's all we've got now-but-we'll be living again soon-as soon as Mother gets a job, Miriam added hesitantly. Beachwood 4-3732. Hello? Madame Clegg's Beauty Salon? Could I please speak to Madame? inquired Miriam, once more hopeful at the prospects of a job. I Want to ask about that job she offered.- What? It's taken? she cried, rising despair in her voice. Oh! I see, well, thank you. Her voice was dull and -expressionless, reflecting the hopelessness that overwhelmed her. She placed the receiver back on the hook with a spiritless motion-an acceptance of her utter defeat and discouragement. Leaning back, she sighed wearily. That's one more to add to my list of failures. Her eyes wandered about the dismal liv- ing room. The battered banjo clock ticked off the minutes indifferently. The grimy curtains wavered as a slight breeze Wafted through the open window bringing with it the odor, that sickening odor, of Mrs. O'Hara's corned beef and cabbage. The frayed edge of a one time choice cen- terpiece dangled carelessly over one corner of the marred and pitted dining-room table. Mrs. Monahan's choice two-year-old infant was exercising his discordant vocal talent to the utmost in an adjacent back- yard while Mrs. Monahan cooed, Muzzer's ickl-e tweetie! Oo is juzz too dahlin' for words. Is oo having a dood time, puueshus? Miriam suddenly sat up. Once more hope surged through her. Hadnit the Employment Agency said that there might be an opening today? But, no, what was the use? She had been there so many times before, eagerly expectant, only to return crushed. But, perhaps, per- haps-they say if one tries- She arose quickly and made her Way into the hall, and donned her shabby hat and threadbare spring coat. After surveying herself in the hall mirror and regretting that she had no powder to dab on her shiny 22 --af THE BUGLE nose, she made her way to the street and was soon threading her way among the pushing, impatient crowds. Men loitered everywhere, men clad in shabby suits with cigarette stumps dangling precariously from the corners of their mouths. Men standing in doorways, with faded hats pulled way down over their eyes. Men talking and swearing inco- herently. Men rudely shoving and elbowing their way to their destina- tion, and women with arms full of bargain-counter specials clutching their prizes greedily, women tugging their tired smudgy-faced children impatiently through the milling crowds. A red-faced, burly, policeman made his triumphal way among the struggling mass of humanity. Half way up 42nd Street, Miriam found herself thrust behind One Of Those Socially Prominent Women or as the French say, Les Nou- veux Riches . A lavishly furred sealskin coat slung to her generous figure with a vengeance. It was one of the most beautiful coats Miriam had ever had the privilege of seeing. The coat was patterned as only a French Paton could design it. A very chic hat was placed over one eye, looking somehow ridiculous above the well padded shoulders and fat, short neck of Madam. An enormous feather jutted from the back of her hat and sloped dejectedly downward almost resting on her plump shoulder. In fact her whole attire shouted, I came from 'Ye Parisienn-e Shoppe' on Fifth Avenue. Don't touch meg I cost 300 dollars. Suddenly the waddling form before Miriam came to an abrupt stop before a glittering display in a shop window, to dab frantically at a wisp of hair that had lodged itself before Milady's heavily painted countenance. Down went a fat white hand into a bulging purse to rum- mage for a hair pin. As Madame pulled her hand out again, after pro- longed fumbling, a piece of green paper fluttered to the pavement, unnoticed by all save Miriam, who had by this time caught up to the woman. Miriam did the natural thing. She stooped and picked it up and opening it, she discovered it was a twenty dollar bill. Blinking her eyes in astonishment, she wondered if she were awake or was it just one of her fanciful illusions. Why-a twenty dollar bill was just what she needed. Oh! At last she would live again. She could see Franky's and Geraldine's eyes popping open with joy and excitement. They would eat again, they could keep the telephone for another month: they could pay half of the back rent, why, they could sit on top of the world with twenty dollars! Stuffing the bill into her own scuffed purse she was about to retrace her steps when something within her prompted her to stop. Should she take this bill, despite the fact that she needed it so desperately? Was it right to take something you knew belonged to another person? What should she do? She needed the money, yes, but wouldn't it be better to know that she had gotten it honestly rather than by some under- handed method? Suddenly her doubts vanished and her determination to return the money to its owner overcame her. She was surprised at her own desire to keep the bill. Well, perhaps the woman would be generous and grateful enough to give her a reward for returning it. Turning and elbowing her way through the unfriendly, preoccupied crowd, she caught up with Madam. Just how should she approach her? THE BUGLE ya- 23 Would the Woman understand that she had not taken the bill intention- ally? Timidly touching her arm and holding out the bill in her trem- bling hand she offered her explanation. Lady, I saw you drop this down the street in front of Goldman's Shoe Store. I guess I was the only one who saw it fall because no one else stopped to pick it up. I thought I had better return it because you might miss it. You know twenty dollars is a lot of money in these hard times, she finished lamely. The woman stopped abruptly, raised a White gold lorgnette to a pair of steel gray eyes, lifted her finely plucked eyebrows qu-estioningly and condescended coldly, Why didn't you give it to me before? You say you found it in front of Goldman's? I see. Without even thanking Miriam she snatched the bill greedily from her hand and continued at a haughty gait down the street. Miriam was left gaping at the retreat- ing figure. Didn't people ever realize that others have feelings as well as themselves? Was it fair for some people to have everything and others nothing? It wasn't the fact that she hadn't been rewarded, but that woman, ungrateful as she was, hadn't even thanked her. Would such people ever learn their lesson through hard, bitter experience? It seemed to Miriam they wouldn't. She had remained immobile until an insolent noise brought her back to her senses by saying, Say listen, Sister, park yourself somewhere else. Dere's people as Wants ta use dis sidewalk as well as you, don't forgit! Now what should she do? Her thoughts reverted to her original purpose of coming downtown. Why, the Employment Agency, of course, how foolish of her to have forgotten just because--because- Within ten minutes she was in the Employment Agency. All about her, faces were outlined against the finger marked walls. Lean faces that told of suffering, hunger, cold, bitter disappointments. Faces, hardened by the cruel blows Fate had dealt them. Faces that seemed eager, expectant, a trifle wistful. Greedy faces that gloated momentarily on some avaricious desire. Young faces, wrinkled and worried far beyond their years. Miriam waited patiently at almost the very end of the line. Directly ahead of her was a tall, thin woman with a pale child toddling beside her. The woman repeatedly sighed and nervously clutched at the child's hand. Did she, too, know the profound pangs of hunger? Was she another victim of the Depression? It seemed hours before she was finally confronted by the gruff man at the cage. Say, aint you the dame that come here yestiddy? Say, aint that a shame? That job what I spoke to you about come in this mornin' an' jus' five minutes ago it wuz filled. Miriam turned slowly away. Just five minutes ago it was filled, pounded incessantly in her confused brain. When she reached the flat, Geraldine, a ten-year-old living skele- ton, greeted her downcast mother at the door. Say, Mom, why 'n' cha buy somethin' for supper? My ribs are touching my back-bone, I'm so hungry. I know, Jerry, but what can I do? Did Mrs. Monahan pay you for taking care of Oswald? 24 THE BUGLE is-M Yeah, a measly fifty cents. Well go down to the butcher's and get a pound of hamburg steak, and a pound of butter, she directed listlessly. Miriam slouched down in the farthest corner of the dingy sofa. From the fiat downstairs came the wheezy gurgle of a Victrola bab- bling, I never had a chance. Miriam wondered-had she? She sighed dispiritedly and wondered why no tears came. Funny -she didn't seem to be able to cry any more. -Grace Murphy. 4: AOA FLOWERS In a quiet, pleasant meadow, Beneath the summer sky, Where green old trees their branches waved And winds went by. Where a little brook went rippling So musically low, And passing clouds cast shadows On the waving grass below. Where low, sweet notes of brooding birds Stole out in the fragrant air, And golden sunlight shone undimmed On all most fresh and fair. There bloomed a little family Of lovely little flowers. All lived together in their home Through the quiet summer hours. No rude hands came to gather them, No chilling winds to blight Warm sunbeams smiled on them by day, And soft dews fell at night. So here, along the brook side, Beneath the green old trees, The fiowers dwelt among their friends The sunbeams and the breeze. -Lillian Kaufman. - '--iw ' . --he THE BUGLE 25 CLASS CALENDAR 1934-35 September 5-Hurray! School begins! Everyone is happy. That is, everyone except a few. When one of these was interviewed, he re- plied: Oh, it's not the school but the principle of the thing that bothers me. CNO offense to our principal.J . The students see the new geometry teacher. Have you noticed the slicked back hair on the boys? September 20-The Senior Class' infant girls definitely put them- selves in the limelight by wearing kiddie bows. Mr. LeGrow com- mented charmingly on the fad. ' September 26- Say, this after school business isn't all it's cracked up to be ! September 30-Why the sudden decline in notewriting? Oh, Mr. LeGrow announced that he would publish all the notes he could lay his hands on! October 5-Going up in the world! A school dance with a five- piece orchestra. October 12-A bright Senior pronounced deaf deef . October 29-Another essay contest! The good old school spirit is dragged out of the moth balls again. Mr. Idleman exempted con- testants from written English work for a month. Of course, all the easiest-way-out people entered. November 5-Alas, we bid a sad adieu to our vice-president. Good luck, Louise! November 22-The Seniors had a very heated debate in English class on the question of whether women are mentally equal to men. At the end, Mr. Idleman tactfully avoided choosing the winning side. November 23-Another successful school dance. November 24-Not many Seniors have started those essays yet. Procrastination is the thief of time! December 3-During the assembly, one rather corpulent player suffered a great theatrical embarrassment. He appeared on the stage with a brand new mop on his head which represented a powdered wig. In the midst of a dramatic gesture, the wig left his head and gently floated to the floor. Did the audience howl! December 22-Miss Naramore left us today. January 2-We all welcomed back our Mr. Perkins today. Al- ready that delightful little phrase, Pick up the small pieces of paper, is echoing in our ears. January 7-Mr. Knight was given the year book dedication. February 3-Mr. Perkins has left us again. We'll miss you, Mr. Perkins! February 19--Year Book pictures taken! Kiddies, pose for the birdie! March 21-Yearning Hawley Romeos gaze dreamily out the win- dows and compose love lyrics. It's spring again! 26 -- 1-ff THE BUGLE ji May 24-Prom night is here Get out those evening gowns, glrlrz for the big social splash! l , June 13-Congratulations are flying areund. Seniors are at last 7 Hall. Seniors are going through the preliminary paces' for gradua- tion. June 14-Congratulations are flying around. Seniors are at lasl clutching those elusive diplomas. Irving Arnold Doris Mercer Myrtle Ingrahani THE BUGL12 yas- 27 SENIORS' OPINIONS ON THE WORLD AT LARGE The blank forms that were handed us We've all filled out at last, And these opinions following Are of the Senior Class. Upon the best as cinemas We just cannot agree, For Gay Divorcee got two votes- And Little Women three. Divided as the winds that blow Upon the issue grave, We could not make a final choice Our very souls to save. From College Rhythm , hot and sweet, To Baby, Take a Bow , Each made his choice, nor would recant Little Senior, What now? Of actors, Mr. Franchot Tone The girls agreed was best, Then Powell, and Cooper, and Arliss came Ahead of all the rest. The boys, we found, did not accord, As to a single queen. With Gaynor, and Crawford, and Keeler, too- The reason can be seen. Why boys what can the matter be Where have you lost your zest How come you cast your votes for these? What's happened to Mae West? Now comes the choice of popular songs The class went on a lark, Out of the huddle came two lone votes For Two Cigarettes in the Dark . Jack Benny seems to have the touch It takes to make us laugh, While Penner and Cantor and Goo Goo, the duck Are others who stood the gaif. In drama Soconyland rates number one, And Lux is number two. We hope you use the products as The sponsors tell you to. -W-1224 THE BUGLE Fe-- In music it's no other than The U. S. Navy Band, The Casa Loma coming next- And that Lombardo man. A lot of Huey, answered some, Is our choice for the best, But F. D.'s series of Fireside Chats Was tops for all the rest. Thumbs down on crooners, cried a few But not by far the class, For Kate Smith garnered four lone votes While Crosby won en masse . Next, they asked us, like this stuff Called modernistic art? And of us only five said yes g The rest replied, What art? It's silly and it's terrible , Absurd as it can be, And if I knew just what it meant It might mean more to me. Then came the vote on streamline cars- The vote was largely yea , For Seniors mostly look ahead, A few the other way. The President is good some say- To others he is bad, He's doing just the best he can Less would make us sad. The New Deal, so it seems to us Is just an alphabet soup, That spells for some the rainbow's end And some, a case of croup. Comes next the question of Social Reform It's hopelessg we can't agree, For your reform must benefit you, And mine must benefit me. Who in the world of politics Stands out the most today? Roosevelt, or Hitler, or Italian Duce We really ought not say. THE BUGLE But, fourteen answered, Roosevelt , For Hitler there were two, And Mussolini took the rest- A single one must do. We find we're most all Paciiists Except for one or two, The boys swear they would not enlist- The girls are with them too. And now on our hobbies We must tell, The girls say, Read or hike? No, No, No, a thousand times, no! Their hubbies are what they like! The boys, on the other hand, we find Wrote this in highest glee, Our favorite hobbies are the girls. Why boys, how sweet of thee. For sports the girls all like to swim That's easy, they're all wet. And football, from a sheltered stand, A second place did net. That baseball is their favorite Most of the boys agree, And football holds down number two And soccer number three. Above the clouds we love to soar But pocket books say, No, So back to trains with soot and smells And, oh, so very slow. The modern girl is far ahead The Seniors all agree, Of those who wore their belts so tight And skirts that swept so free. We've been asked all sorts of questions Which We've answered faithfully, And we've followed all suggestions In writing this poetry. We hope you have enjoyed this As you read our answers thru We tried to make them honest As 'twas possible to do. -Eleanor Waterhouse and Sanborn Williams 30 -'asf THE BUGLE THE CLASS PROPHECY Reunion of the Class of 1935, declared a blatant red and white sign which blazed before my eyes over the door of the Hawley High School. Being a reporter for the local newspaper, my nose for news was immediately aroused to action. Here was material for my feature article in the next edition. I sauntered leisurely up the walk. Such a variety of individuals was entering the building. It looked more like an assemblage of the league of nations than a high school class. In the auditorium the group rivaled the violent section of an insane asylum in noise and general confusion. Evidently the class had not lost its highly developed and remarkable talent for causing disturbances which had made them so famous in 1935. Being a native of Newtown, I knew all the members of the class. I decided to try to identify them. A high soprano giggle which proceeded up the scale from low C with amazing agility immediately identified Elizabeth Young. Miss Young, as I gathered from her conversation, was now a successful high-wire and trapeze artist. She was describing some of her hair-raising experiences and accompanying the descriptions with dramatic and agitated gestures which caused. her to gasp audibly for breath. Her audience consisted of a tall blond person with a with- ering glare who proved to be Grace Murphy and who had become an indispensable advocate of feminism and'Women's rights. She was snif- fing with a superior and skeptical air at the frivolous occupation of Miss Young. In one corner, almost obscured by the piano, a small dark man was surveying the company with piercing black eyes which glared from under bristling eyebrows. This figure had assumed a Napoleonic pose and mumbled to himself. Of course this was none other than Comrade Irving Arnold, head of the Radical party of America who was famous for his cartoons published in the leading papers condemning capitalism. Down with Capitalism, shouted Comrade Arnold when I asked him for a statement. In the center of the room, attracting great attention, was a girl dressed in a frilly pink gown and holding a fluffy white poodle in her arms. With a gasp I realized that this was none other than the famous Rose Darling, otherwise Rose Pallocovitch, who was known from coast to coast as the Little girl with the curl . Rose was talking in cooing baby-talk to her press-agent, Julius Rosenberg, a stout, pompous man with an ear-to-ear grin, smoking a huge black cigar which was almost suffocating the delicate Miss Darling. Beside the actress, dressed in an ultra-modern tailor-made suit and twisting his immaculate little mus- tache While he looked about with a bored air, was her fifth husband, Broadway's newest matinee idol, James Campbell, who was known as the Ideal Husband . In another corner a group of people were listening to a wildly gesticulating woman in a mannish suit who, with a belligerent air of finality, was explaining that she stood for the rights of the people. This was the honorable Carolyn Kelcec, The people's choice for Congress- woman from Connecticut. Among her listeners was Myrtle Ingraham, THE BUGLE is-b 31 the overworked editor of the Lonely Hearts Column of the Daily Broadcaster , who was grimacing horribly at the words of Miss Kelcec as she vainly tried to keep her gangling legs from getting entangled in one another. Still another listener was a very haughty looking woman with her nose tilted high in the air. This was Doris Mercer, L.L.D., whose highly successful book, Russia, the True Utopia , had brought her world wide fame and criticism. Presently two tall figures strode into the room and gave the group an abstracted glance. Everyone's mouth fell open. Why these two persons were the famous scientists, Dr. John Williams and Dr. George Erb, whose advancement of a new theory which was even harder to understand than Einstein's had taken the world by storm! 'When I approached them to ask how they had ever accomplished such mental feats they modestly brushed aside my Words with a nonchalant, Oh, it was nothing . Among the admirers of these two was a very tanned and freckled woman, Clara Ruffles, who at present was on her vacation from Africa where she was a missionary. Miss Ruffles, one of the speakers of the day, said she was going to tell of her adventures among the cannibals when she was captured and almost used as the piece de resistance in a beef stew. Seated on the benches along the side of the wall were three men dressed in loud checkered suits and smoking corn cob pipes while they chatted about pigs, cows, and chickens. Of course these were New- town's leading farmers who had been the first to adopt the new system of national farming whereby they were paid not to raise cows, pigs, and chickens. These boys, Eric Person, Francis Bresson and John Leibold, were evidently talking about the cows, pigs, and chickens which they planned not to raise next year. Sitting next to John Leibold was a very neat, quiet woman with folded hands. This was Ruth Leibold, a very efficient mathematics teacher now. Ruth seemed to be bored by her brother's patter about chickens and cows but was listening to it with infinite patience. The meeting was to b-e presided over by Eleanore Waterhouse whose distinguish-ed position as a linguist, author and editor had caused her to be named The woman with the million dollar vocabu- lary . As the meeting was about to open, two breathless women rushed through the portals of Hawley School in a very undignified manner with their hats tilted at a ridiculous angle. In faint gasps they apologized for being late. The first, who was identified as Betty Burr, explained that she had given a party for her Sunday School class and the kiddies had taken too long to eat their ice cream. The second, Anna Gomberg, now a professional basketball player, explained that she had been giving the Hawley coach a few pointers on the game and had over- looked the time. The only absences I noted were those of Elsie Bradbury, Charles Merc-er and Helen Soltis. Elsie Bradbury called up later and explained tearfully that her youngest son had swallowed a dime and she had been trying to get it out all afternoon to use as carfare to the reunion. 32 -ma THE BUGLE Helen Soltis, a prim school marm, now telephoned and said that she had to read a section from Macbeth to the P.T.A. and simply couldn't come. Then, heartily reprimanding Shakespeare for having been born, she hung up. Of course Charles Mercer, the great dare- devil motorcycle and racing car driver, couldn't possibly have been present for he was in the Bridgeport Hospital recovering from a frac- tured skull and other injuries incurred when he tried to drive his racer through the grandstand at the Danbury Fair. At last, having gotten my material and statements from all the famous people present, I rushed out of the noisy madhouse into the quiet outdoors to Write my story. What copy the story would make, for who would have thought that such eminent persons would have arisen from the ashes of the Class of '35. -Myrtle Ingraham. A TREE A tree is like a vain young girl In a gown of airy green lace, Who gazes all day in a mirror of blue At her lovely arms and face. -Myrtle Ingraham. TREES The trees are bony hands Clutching at skies, Snow chilled, They blow upon their fingertips ' For warmth. -James Campbell and Irving Arnold. WOMEN iAs it would be written by a member of the opposite sex.J Women? Well women are certainly jokes. They've taken our haircuts, They've taken our smokes, They've stolen our trousers, They've stolen our coats, They've purloined our politics, Purloined our votes, They've crowded our restaurants, lodges, and clubsg And they've rubb-ed it all in- With a lot of hard rubs. They're gaining control Of our jobs and our games- And we've nothing much left- But whiskers and names. So it's evident quite- Yes, as plain as can be- That the she of the species Is Worse than the he. -Helen Soltis. THE BUGLE ire-- THE CLASS WILL We, the Class of '35, Being glad to be alive, At the end of our education Make with pleasure, this donation. First to our Alma Mater dear- Fresh success from year to year. Second to the Junior class- The sincere wish that all will pass. To Mr. LeGrow, our principal, An intelligent girl to ring the bell. To Mr. Harkin, a baseball team That his coaching in victory will redeem. To Mr. Idleman, a class select To make Lincoln part of their intellect. To Miss Culhane, a step ladder high, From which she may glare with scornful eye. To Mr. Harkin, a class which will come With at least a quarter of its homework done To Miss McCarthy, some student quite bright Who will study Biology with all his might. Our list of teachers is finished now, And to our classmates we make our bow. To them, the following items we leave With the sincere hope they will please: To Eleanor Holcomb, so noisy and gay, Ruth Leibold's calm and peaceful way. To Fred Harasymcszuk, a non-athlete, John Leibold's prowess with hands and feet. To Amy Mayer with cheeks so white Grace Murphy's natural color bright. And quiet Lillian Krohn could use Some of Beth Young's giggling coos. To Henry Mitchell of girl-shy flushes We leave Jimmy Campbell's school boy blushes --Q-,Ei THE BUGLE pe-- To Louis Unger, in Math so lame, We leave John Williams' arithmetical fame. To Beatrice Downs of conservative delights We leave Miss Mercer's radical flights. To Susie Cole, in talent so rich, The twinkling toes of Rose Pallocovitch. To little George Stessel, who does his best, We leave Rosenberg's great frame at its best. Now to the end of our list we have come. Please forgive us for missing some. We'll never forget each smile and sigh, That we've left behind us at Hawley High. Before our witnesses we now will sign This will of uneven rhythm and rhyme. Signed The Seniors -'f-il THE BUGLE IBM- PROFESSIONAL PECULIARITIES The faculty are here portrayed, For whom the best of us have stayed. Know them you Will Without their name- Their actions constitute their fame. Almost before the class begins To every pupills great chagrin, I'll see those pupils after school Who Want to play and laugh and fool. This is no place for playing ball. I tell you this, for after all, I'm here to see that you do right If I have to keep you here all night. This office is openecl for work. Don't let me see one of you shirk. Why do you e're make me repeat, Young lady, take your rightful seat. The sayings recorded above Are sayings that our teachers love. There are a great many more, We pupils hear them o'er and o'er. One teacher says with such a frown A half-baked answer, please sit clown. You ought to know that that's not right. I'll see you here at three tonight. -Martha Rockwell THE BUGLE CLASS ELECTIONS Most Studious Girl .,.,...A.4..,............ Myrtle Ingraham Most Studious Boy ..4.., .,.,. ....... G e orge Erb Cutest Girl .............,.4.,..., .,..... R ose Pallocovitch Most Handsome Boy ....., ..... . .James Campbell Most Popular Girl ......, ...l.,. R ose Pallocovitch Most Popular Boy ,...... ....,...... C 'harles Mercer Biggest Bluffer ......... 4....... J ulius Rosenberg Noisiest Girl ........,. , ....,......, Beth Young Noisiest Boy ,..,l ......4..,, .,.,...l J u lius Rosenberg Most Sarcastic Girl ,.... ,..,.........i D oris Mercer Most Sarcastic Boy ,.......,................ Julius Rosenberg Best Natured ..,...ii...,.....,...i.....,,..,..,,i,.,.. Clara Ruffles Best All Around Girl Athlete ....,,i,,... Anna Gomberg Best All Around Boy Athlete .,...,...... Charles Mercer Class Baby ..,..,.,,........ Class Giggler ..... Man Hater i....,i.,. Woman Hater .,i.i..,.,. Teacher's Pet ...,......,. Best All Round Sport Blggest Flirt ...,,......i,. Done Most For School Neatest Girl ,..,..,,..,.... Neatest Boy ,..,,..i....... Quietest Girl ,,i,... Quietest Boy ..t.... Class Heroine ...,. Class Hero ,..n.i.... ., Most Dlgnlfied .....,,,,..., Most Radical Girl ..... Most Radical Boy ..4.. Most Cheerful ...,... Tallest ..,....,.,.....,. Shortest ,.i..,.,.., .,,,.. Class Chatterbox ...... ....,......Grace Murphy .....,Elizabeth Young Helen Soltis i....,...John Williams ........Carolyn Kelcec ..,.....,,i.Doris Mercer .......4.,Rose Pallocovitch Eleanor Waterhouse .Ruth Leibold .. ..4..,.... Francis Bresson .i.....,Elsie Bradbury Person ,,.,....,.,iHelen Cullen ...Jerome Gooseman ,..i..,.Betty Burr .....i..Doris Mercer ...mlrving Arnold t..,,,,.....John Leibold .....Myrtle Ingraham ....4.Francis Bresson ...Rose Pallocovitch --if-if THE BUGLE Ee- 37 A WATER JOURNEY AT SUNRISE First Prize-Morris Essay Contest-1934 When the first rays of the sun tinged the tops of the neighboring hills with gold, I stepped into my skiff and floated out upon the sluggish waters of the stream. Above me stood the weathered arch of the dis- used railroad, its soft, grey stones forming a distinct contrast to the sky above, golden with the sunrise. I allowed myself to float slowly, slowly, down the stream. On either side the level pastures stretched away to the hills. In the distance three towers of a lime-kiln thrust their dusky noses to the sky. Ahead loomed the swamp, with its immense cypresses towering to the open blue, where the weeping willows leaned to tell their sorrows to the untroubled waters. I approached the swamp slowly and steadily. Tall, stiff, marsh grass began to appear along the banksg scattered swamp aldeirs with their emerald foliage threw ever changing patterns on the tranquil surface of the stream. The rays of the rising sun penetrated the gloomy water and painted the depths with splendor. The birds twittered in the bushes. A red-wing blackbird teetered on a last year's cat tail. From a distance came the raucous call of a crow. Minnows, darts of silver in the golden water, flashed among the trailing fingers of the weeping willow, then, when my shadow fell upon them, shot away to the dark retreats und-er the bank. AsI drifted into the swamp, the stream grew deeper and narrower. At last, in a secluded spot guarded by two massive willows it divided into five small brooks, meandering aimlessly here and there all over the swamp to unite again on the other side. I guided my boat into the largest, a stream barely a yard wide with low green banks. Four feet straight down the shadowy shapes of great gray suckers flickered to and fro in the dusky depths. From a thicket, a muskrat looked up from his feeding to watch me with beady eyes, undecided whether to stay and munch his tender shoots or to dive down his burrow. The shadows deepened as I advanc-ed farther into the swamp. The banks became walls of marsh grass overtopped by alder, cypress and willow, which interlocked their arms a few feet above the unhurried wate1'. Soon the brook widened into a pool. I picked up a pole from the bottom of my boat and pushed the bow into the marsh grass, which slowly parted, revealing a small tributary. Smoothly and silently the boat slid through the grass and cam-e to rest in the everlasting twilight and silence of the swamp. The grass closed behind me with a Swish. The murmuring of the stream and all the other voices of the day- time ceased abruptly as the door of the swamp swung shut after me. I was received and engulfed by the vast solitude of the swamp. --Sanborn Williams. E KW f fax A 1 f' , 1 1 0571 n ff? Y J Q5 BX A U THE BUGLE ipa- GIRLS' BASKETBALL Another basketball season having come to a close we wish to take this opportunity to thank Mr. Harkin, who has faithfully instructed us during the past season. Although the team has not been entirely suc cessful in winning all games, they have gained much in team co opera tion and sportsmanship. Our capable Captain, Anna Fomber as wx ell as Ruth Leibold and Myrtle Ingraham, will be sadly missed nent yeai However, they wish to extend their best wishes to their successors The Season's Record Newtown Newtown Newtown Newtown Newtown Newtown Newtown Newtown New Milford 15 Woodbury 20 Washington 32 Bethel 22 New Milford 22 Woodbury 20 Washington 18 Bethel 27 40 -if THE BUGLE like BOYS' BASKETBALL The year was not very successful from a won and lost point of viewg but if the ardor and spirit of a team mean anything, the season was not wasted. Bill Leahy, a former Newtown High star, coached our team this year and we must say that he did an excellent job as can be seen by the constantly improving scores. Our ill luck must be attributed to the fact that we were greatly hurt by the loss of two players by injury, One of these managed to get into our last few games and the scores of these games were very close. 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