Newtown High School - Bugle Yearbook (Newtown, CT)

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L Miriam Butensky l'r1'xidr'nt Eugene Woodin Vin' l,l't'Sf!l'I'l1f Anne Hill Sl'l'f!'fllf,V John Leavy TI'l'lISlH'l'l' We Will Never Forget Though the days lengthen into years, and the years make a lifetime, we will never forget our days at Hawley School. Never can we forget: Harold Berglund for Bergie : his girls: his laughter: and his jokes. Ernest Ehle for his Ford: his remarks: his fun: and his fooling. Bill Johnston for his voice: his temper: his nights: and his linglish. Connie Douglas for her romances: her eyes: her clothes: and her bragging. lithel King for her thinking: her moods: her imagination: her homework. jim Cavanaugh for his baseball: his lrish: his speech: and his honesty. Alma Pallini for her voice: her eyes: her words: and her talk. Sara Goldberg for her interruptions: her books: and her drawings. Warren Andrews for his grin: his mathematics: his face: and his fun. Phil Davy for his Florida: his courtings: his wit and his Barney, lilzie Hunicut for his letter: his mischief: his laughter: and his eyes. Shirley Nezvesky for her treasury: her economics: and her shyness. Henry Krohn for his curly hair: his sun tan: his friends: and his ideas. Bob Smith for his Forestry: his scientific mind: and his Oliver Mary Hill for her hair: her Hgreat case : her looks: and her basketball. Bud Deraps for his teamwork: his size: his personality: and his ambition. Barbara Peck for her smiles: her pompadour: her romances: and her sparkle. Claire Kondolf for her solid geometry: her horse: the yearbook: and her smile. Bob Wilkes for his only one : his agriculture: his blue sweater. Arthur Hawkins for his red hair: his poetry: his shyness: and his pals. Margie johnson for her tsjmiles: her curls: her grooming: and her marks. THE AIUNIOR CLASS The junior Class, with Miss Bader as advisor, started off the year by electing their officers. To reimburse our treasury, we then made and sold candy at the basketball games. Class rings were our next thoughts. As is the custom at Hawley School, rings are bought in the junior year, and this year under the the chairmanship of Anne Hill they arrived early, to be worn forever as a remembrance of our school days. Last but not least the juniors join together to wish the Seniors success and happiness. YAIIRIAM BuTicNskx', l'rrxi1lw1f

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On the Bookshelf Jimmy Cavanaugh ..,....4,. Claire Kondolf .A.....A.... Alma Pallini .A.,......... Bill Johnston ....,....... Philip Davy ..,l.,...l.....,. Constance Douglas ......... Elzie Hunnicutt ,.l,..., Warren Andrews ....,..., Shirley Nezvesky ..,..... Harold Berglund ,.,.,.,.,. Henry Krohn 4.,...,.... Robert Smith ,...,,. Barbara Peck .,..,... Sara Goldberg ....... ....,.l...,........., World Series ....l Keys of the Kingdom ...,.,.l My Friend, Flicka Wuthering Heights .....,. The Phantom Filly ...4... 1 Give Thee Back ..,.......l...,.,.. Blue Horizons .,.... Gone With the Wind .......... Payment Deferred ,...,..,.... Tale of Two Cities , The Sun Is My Undoing !I Y! U H U I! U l.......,...,.....,...,. Windswept ...,... The Jllen in Her Life The Girl of the Limberlostu P! Ethel King ..,............ ,,.,.. ' 'Let the Hurricane Roar Marjorie johnson .,..... ......... ' 'Pride and Prejudice Mr. LeGrow ...,..,.....r ........ ' 'Consultation Room Exams ,..i..i. ...... ..s.....,...... ' ' The Crisis Graduation ..e.r.r. ......i... ' 'This Above All Senior Class ....... Wild Geese Calling -MARY HILL Han you imagine? . . . Buddie Deraps making love to Kate Smith? Barbara Peck minus her pompadour and flirtatious smile? Harold Berglund without a girl-or two? Connie Douglas as a ballet teacher? Ernest Ehle driving a limousine? The Seniors of 1942 having an orderly class meeting? Marjorie Johnson as a radio comedienne? Elzie Hunnicutt as teacher's pet? Warren Andrews as a glamour-boy in Hollywood? Henry Krohn as a college professor? Philip Davy as a stand in for Lou Costello? Robert Wilkes like Warren Andrews? jimmy Cavanaugh as an acrobatic dancer? Bill Johnston as a Sunday school teacher? Claire Kondolf without that ready smile? Arthur Hawkins as the World's Heavyweight Champion? The girls '1942 basketball team without thinking of Mary Hill? Mr. Reed doing his daily dozen? Miss Bader and Miss Rice running a three-legged race? Mr. Lupi waltzing on roller skates? -ETHEL KING

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First Love I fell in love the very moment I first laid eyes on him. Right then and there I knew that he must be mine and I determined to win him over. He is a type which no one can help loving. He is the most strikingly handsome creature I have ever seen, very slender but strongly built Q one might even call him stream- linedjg when he walks, his even stride and poised carriage reveal a strong pride within himself 5 his very motion is so smooth and so graceful that it is a pleasure to watch him. His hair, a beautiful black with a hint of a wave, is soft and silky to the touch, his eyes, too, are dark, and deeply expressive and when they first saw mine, the way they lighted up, I could tell that he liked me, too. Since that first memorable meeting I have seen him quite frequently, but now at last I have won him over and I know that he is really mine. He is my constant companion and has often proved his loyalty and devotion. He is always ready and eager to do anything for me whenever I ask, and even does little things which I do not ask and which please me even more. If I am ever in any trouble or danger he seems always to be able to sense itg he comes to my rescue, like a noble hero, ready to battle any obstacle in order to protect me, and his valiant efforts and deep concern always fill me with great pride. Whenever he sees me approaching he rushes up to meet me, with a happy expression in his eyes. Even after having seen him so many times, it never fails to make my heart leap when I see him again. Quite frequently, we take long walks together and I talk to him almost constantly gas I am sometimes inclined to doj. Whenever I am feeling blue I pour out all my troubles to him. He just sits and listens attentively to my tales of woe, with concern in his deep brown eyes, but never saying a word or offering any advice. Nevertheless, I know that he understands, and his silence is just his way of conveying his sympathy, for he can always sense my every change of mood and he changes his own to match mine. He is truly a very remarkable creature, he seems to attract the admiration of everyone who sees him, and I just cannot help loving him as I do. Each new day and each thoughtful action brings me closer to the realization that A dog is man's best friend. MARJORIE JOHNSON, '42 rs fl .QQ