Southington High School - Chronicle Yearbook (Southington, CT)

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'WPI CHRONICLE 14 This was also the year that the juniors had the honor of winning the annual spelling contest. Muriel Bahner walked away with the prize. Our Junior Recital was presented before the student body at our assembly with good recitals by all, including the winners Bob Moore and Carol Lewis. This year also we had two cake sales to help defray expenses and to boost our fund. With three quarters of our trip completed, we were again given two months' shore leave. September found all hands on deck ready to face our greatest tasks, This trip, Captain Joyal was drafted to the task of being class advisor, and first mate Gordon King was again elected president, George Westerberg was chosen vice-president, An- gelina Nardi secretary, and Robert Moore treasurer. Class pictures were taken quite early this year, for fear that government curtail- ment would prevent our doing so later. A hot-dog sale was held to further our graduating fund. War was declared in December and although the good ship Class of '42' was not torpedoed by Axis submarine, it has been affected in other ways. Shortage of gasoline will result in transportation problems. Perhaps it will necessitate our holding class night in this town. In January we held another cake sale, that turned out to be a success. In February, Chief Petty Ofhcer Bunce and some of the crew put on our Senior Play Who's Crazy Now. Our thanks to her and to the cast for a swell job. Well, I guess it's time to point the prow of our good ship toward home. Our cruise is nearly over although three of the biggest events are still to come- Class night, Graduation, and Senior Prom. May the winds always blow favorably wherever you go: and until we meet again. Anchors Away! VVILLIAM C0014 x'IILDRIiD Tews Paul' l' xftvvn

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ttf CHRONICLE W' lass Z'SIf01fy The bottle of champagne crashed on a sturdy hulk, and the newly christened ship The Class of '42', slipped down the ways into the placid sea of Lewis High. Prepara- tions were begun immediately for a four year cruise. We held an election and chose as our advisor Captain Charles Lawrence. He was assisted by our first president, first mate Gordon King, and our secretary and treasurer, second mate Carol Lewis, and third mate Jean Stuart. The supreme commander of our good ship was Admiral Phelan who was assisted by his seventeen petty officers. These well-trained petty ofiicers did much in the way of developing the skills of our 'cgreenu seamen. The first quarter of our trip slipped quickly, and in June we were all rewarded with a two months, shore leave. The following September found us again streaming over the decks, proudly bearing the name '4Sophomores,'. Gone were the days when we as 'Troshv were the butt of every ridicule and rebuke. This year we chose as our advisor Captain John Rathbun, and as our president, first-mate Edward Geary. The vice-president was second mate Janet Atwater, and our secretary and treasurer third mate Jean Stuart. The crew was quick to realize the value of money and that year the chief-chef and her committee gave a cake sale with the intention of raising some money. The sale was a success and from then on our little fund grew in leaps and Sophomore Class Dues were set at twenty-live cents, but since the wages of the seamen were poor, the collection of dues was not successful. Many class meetings were held this year, but nothing definite was accomplished. We were again given a two months' shore leave in June. The following September the crew returned to battle stations with the zest that came of knowing that we were upperclassmen. We were Juniors! This year's elections resulted in our choosing a handpicked group of officers. Captain D,Angelo took the helm as our advisor and was assisted by our president and able bodied seaman Muriel Bahner. To these two should go a great deal of credit for making the third quarter of our cruise a success. This year Angelina Nardi was our vice president, Bob', Moore our treasurer, and Janet Atwater our secretary. One afternoon we all gathered in the forecastle and decided to have our Junior Prom on November 21, l94l. That day our good ship dropped anchor at the Y.M.C.A. amid grand decorations, and a good time held sway. Reports from the crow's nest were that the decorations were beautiful, the girls pretty, the music grand, and the crowd terrific. But as usual the good ship, Class of '42 , failed to meet the overhead and we lost a few dollars on the event. in Page Fourteen

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Page Sixteen -'Wi CHRGNICLE W lass oem ADIEU OF '42 The day is here, our ways must part, For each of us a heavy heart. No more shall we, each happy day, Start work, then end that day with play. Such thoughts depress, so let's think back, To times and things not quite so black, Remember when, with eyes all bright, We started High with main and might. And then that year, as knowledge grew, We failed to give the credit due To them, our teachers, versed in lore For what they added to our store. As Sophs , of course, we grew more staid, Each boy a man, each girl a maid. We grasped our work with greater vim Ambition teeming to the brim. Our unior year with thrills supreme, Sports and dances, a student,s dream. Still, some more from books to learn From which, we hope, a good return. Last fall, as seniors, our last lap began, Some of us lagging, the rest in the van We've worked and slaved and pulled to-gether And faced the facts in good and bad weather So where we stand and what we've learned We owe to our teachers and for what we've earned We thank each one and make this prayer That Heaven rewards their patience there. Our job is now a sterner one A task that must be quickly done For now at war is our fair land Which calls us for a helping hand. I have no doubt, within the year, Some boys, some girls will not be herc. In some far-off and foreign land They'll help our country in its stand. 'Tis not Hgood-bye , we each will say, But - See you soon, some other day. May God see fit to bless your life And keep you free of too much strife. By JULIA BRINLI1 N