Southington High School - Chronicle Yearbook (Southington, CT)

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Robert Ferucci. In November we had a sandwich sale, never to be forgotten when we realized the whole sum of 313.00 was ours as profit. Mr. D'Angelo, our class advisor, certainly has the ability for that position. We gave numerous dances and a card party in the fall and the class play, Cheerio my Deario was presented. It was a great success and the acting was splendid! And, continues Mary Fedorovitch, will I ever forget having our pictures at cHRoN1cLE Pr taken? But they came out pretty good on the whole. Everything went alolilg smoothly. I hate to leave old Lew1s. It's such a nice school and the teachers have all been great. But time goes on and as we leave these, our classmates, talking over their years in high school we think of our future. May we all be prosperous and happy and really achieve our goal in life. Good bye Class of '3r7. Gur best wishes to you! ' lass Poem g From our happy throng there breathes a triumph songg All our hearts are ringing. Sounds that never die ascending to the Sky Lewis High is singing. Sopranos' fluty tone and resonant bassos' drone Fill the heavenly blue. While they sing their parts, the mel- ody in their hearts r With silver threads it through. Song expressing love swells till heaven above Sends a song replying. Heartbeats of our throng repeat once more the so-ngg Hear the echo dying. The Senior's song is longer stillg I-Ie likes to think awhile, For he'll remember other years With memories and smile. He won't forget old Lewis I-Iigh That sits upon the hill With brick-brown cloak and ivy veil And students on the sill. W Page Sixteen I-Ie won't forget her winter garb- The soapy drifts of snow And how the sun would fiercely make ' Her icy necklace glow. A I-Ie won't forget the fun he had The sports, the clubs, and plays, Assemblies, dances, all of them Made happy I-Iigh School days. I-Ie won't forget what teachers said , u And how they spent four years of life In teaching him to overcome The obstacles in earthly strife. And then' he won't forget his friends Though some again may never meetg In hearts where friendship's plant- ed once, It blossoms there forever sweet. VVait, O'Throng! Stop the song! I-Iear the angels' echo ringing When they hear the chorus clear Lewis I-Iigh Schoo1's sons are singing!

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CHRONICLE lass W'ell, what's this I see? A group of seniors, no less, from the Class of '37. Let's gather around them and listen to their talk. It might prove inter- esting. At last our high school days are over, sighs one. Won't it seem funny not to be trooping back to old Lewis next fall. It's rather sad, though, to think of leaving all our friends, but still it's fun to look back on these four happy years. Remember way back in September, 1933, when 165 of -us climbed Academy Hill and excitedly entered High School for the first time as students? How thrilled we were! Yes, and then remember our first day and the blunders we made locat- ing the rooms in which our various classes were to be held. It seems stupid now but how bewildered we Were, recalls another. And then, when elections for class officers were held-let me see-who were they now? Morton Snowman was president, uh-, Sanford Chaffee was the vice president, and Peggy Geary was the class secretary and treasurer. Mr. Smith-was our class advisor and remember at the freshman reception that the sophomores gave- what a good time we had! They gave a grand entertainment and then we danced until ll o'clock. Well, finally came exams-oh!- when we think of the way we stum- bled through those, we were certainly relieved to have them over. Well, anyway we got through safely and enjoyed our summer vacation thor- oughlyf' In September, says some one else, we came back, fewer this time, only 120 in our class. We were no longer 219150 ry the traditional verdant freshmen but were promoted to the grand and glor- ious position of wise sophomores. That year our class oflicers were president, Elizabeth Platolug vice president, Francis Gura, secretary, Mary Grillo, and treasurer, Herbert Walstrom. Miss Tirrel was the class adviser. Remember how she worked to help put over the freshman reception We gave. It was in 1934 that we gave our first cake sale and were we proud when we made enough to cover the expenses of the reception that we had just held. This time when we came to exams they didn't seem quite so bad but neither were they so good. I'm glad I've taken the last of those! Why who's this speaking now? Well, if it isn't Lena Ott, our valedic- torian. She's been listening attentively and now does her share of reminiscing. Our junior year was fun wasn't it ? she says. We had, or at least we thought we had gained quite a bit of prestige. We certainly made our pres- ence known! Our class officers were president, Mary Grillog vice president, Peggy Geary, secretary, Elizabeth Platou and last but not least treasurer, Robert Tracy. The junior Recital that year was a big event. Mary Grillo and Ernest Lawson won prizes for their speaking ability. Then how we worked to make the Junior Prom a success. Socially it was, but financially-well, we didn't succeed quite so well. But never mind, everyone who went had a good time. However, says still another, our last year was the best and busiest. Those chosen to guide our class this year were president, Alton Wallace, vice president, Norma Zankeg secre- tary, Morton Snowman and treasurer, Page Fifteen

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13? lg...,. . .V a my -uw. rx .fy Biz. 'A CHRONICLE 1441- lass il! We the class of '37, after deep thought and consideration and being informed that we are sound of mind and judgment, hereby make our last will and testament: To Mr. Strong we leave this book entitled Modern Methods of Passing Notes so that he may give another exhibition of note passing next year. To Mr. Phelan we leave this mathe- matics book that proves that one and one isn't one. To Miss Shorey we leave a new bicycle so that she may continue her bicycle rides into the country. To Mr. Fontana we leave this little spy glass so that he will be able to intercept more of the notes that are passed around in his study hall. To Miss Mutti we leave this electric phonograph which will save her the trouble of winding the old one when she gives rhythm drills to her pupils. To Mr. loyal we leave this book en- titled One Thousand jokes so that he will never run out of jokes. To Miss Hassett we leave this short skirt so that she will not have the trouble that she now has when she goes up and down stairs with her longer ones. ' To Miss Bunce We leave this book entitled Methods of Controlling High School Seniors so that her work in the future will be as good as it was in the past. To Lewis High we leave enough money to take care of its athletic activities. To Mr. D'Angelo we 'leave another class of seniors for him to advise, a position which he held so splendidly in past years. To Mr. Small we leave this bus so that he will hereafter be able to trans- port his Agricultural students on field trips without any trouble. To Mr. Stewart we leave this new electric window washer which will help him out in his Work. I To Mrs. Tassie we leave our wishes for a long and happy marriage. To Mr. Rathbun we leave this plot of land so that he will be able to make a good track field ffor his next year track meets. . To Mr. Stowe we leave this book of patience pills which will give him more .patience with his civics classes. To Miss Bedford we leave a loud voice so that she can use it to clear the students out of the halls. . To Miss Bristol we leave a radio for her car. I To Miss Carter we leave this wooden shoe to remind her of the assembly that her French Club spon- sored. To Miss Edstrom we again leave a group of freshman. To the class of '38 we leave another year of labor. To the class of '39 we leave our abil- ity to do home work. To the class of '40 and the other undergraduates as well, we leave plenty of school spirit. Page Seventeen