Southington High School - Chronicle Yearbook (Southington, CT)

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L.H.S. CHRONICLE lass oem LEAVING LEWIS The years have gone so quickly by, Our time is now up, it seems: So the past and its happy memories, We will know, but only as dreams. We Hnd it awfully hard to think Of leaving Lewis High And bidding farewell to all the fun Which we knew in days gone by. We'll miss our classmates one and all, Our buddies, the pals we knew, And to leave our alma mater Is something hard to do. We'll miss that school upon the hill, The teachers we learned to know, The fun we had at football games: Gee, how we hate to go!!! We'll miss those dances, those hot dog sales, The tardy bell at eight, The Senior Prom, and the many things Which we learned to appreciate. Weill even miss those books we read, The lunch time gossip, too, Those squeaky boards in the hallway, And the little things we knew. We'll miss our study hall comrades, Those tough exams we had, The dread of those English classes, Which really weren't so bad. Weill miss our buddies, all of them, The baseball games in the spring, The fun that we had in Glee Club, And the songs we used to sing. Wefll miss those colors we knew so well, Our team mates with whom we played, We'll miss those happy faces, And the friendships which we made. This may sound rather strange to you, And maybe hard to believe, But it means a lot to we Seniors Now that we have to leave. JIMMY WALLACE

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L.H.S. CHRONICLE We reached our last stop before our destination Graduation', and that was 'fSenior.,' At our stop-over at Senior, we looked over our logbook for the past journey and found its pages full of reports for our executive at the home office, Mrs. joll. At this point of our journey, Mrs. joll, who had been our steadying guide and a source of help throughout this trip, left us and Miss Fagan replaced her as our executive officer. On September 5, 1945, we started our last and most important trip - our crew was as follows: Pilot, Dick Wood, co-pilot, Bill Nardi, navigator, Jean Cockayne, radio-man, Ralph Riccio. We were all confident we would reach Graduation', with this able-bodied crew to man our plane. We were at last the proud possessors of the plane that bore the caption Senior,', and we flew along on wings and clouds as light as air. The 'Senior was filled with noise and fun-making-yet there were times when we all set about doing our work. This lap of our journey was filled with innumerable air activities and the most important of them all was the night we landed at Copper Kettle and held a banquet there-one last night altogether before separating at Graduation Once more we took to the air, when before we knew it, the Hash came to fasten all safety belts for landing and the wheels of our beloved ship softly touched the ground-a perfect landing at Graduation, We all rushed forward to congratulate the crew that had guided us through this last lap of our trip. We had at long last reached our destination, safe and sound, and were ready now to venture into the country on the outskirts of protective Graduation known to all as The Worldi' and our hearts beat a little faster. - But before we passed the gates of c'Graduation , we lingered in the town and reminisced-starting from the time our plane took off at 'Treshmani' and ending at Graduation It dawned on us that we had taken our trip during the rnost eventful era this world had ever known. During our journey we had not been oblivious of the World War-we had felt some of the concussions. Indeed, we did. We recalled the day our great President died, it was a day for serious thought, and our 'cplanew was quiet throughout. Then, too, the day so-called V-E Dayi' was a day for rejoicing for all. There were many more-M D-Dayv, and 'CV--I Day. We on board ship, were not idle all this time either. We had instructors aboard who taught us the fundamentals in Red Cross Work, and First Aid, then, too, there was a time' when air raids were possible and we were shown what to do in case of an air raid. These Air Raid Drills were unexpected and frequent. And yet, we as well as the rest, steered our way through the fog and mist, and landed safely. Even though our trip was full of these activities, we marveled at the swiftness and record-time in which we made our journey. For it seemed like only yesterday that we set forth on board the Freshman,' beginning our Hight. So we bid a sad farewell to our co-passengers and passed out of the gates of 6'Graduation into the gates of The World. JERRY HOTCPIIQISS 'S 18

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L.H.S. CHRONICLE lass ill We, the graduating class of 1946, hereby state the following is a transcript of our last will and testament witnessed and approved by said class in memory of those we leave behind. We, the above, being of sound mind and good memory bequeath to - Mr. Strong e- This barometer to foretell future blizzards. Mr. Phelan - This gas mask so that you will not have to retreat to the supply room when future Chemistry students prepare Chlorine Gas. Miss Beach - This baseball bat to help keep the noise at a minimum during future Glee Club Periods. Miss Bedford 'eThese erasers to replace the ones that somehow seem to disappear from your room. Miss Collins-This business register to keep your Reader's Digest records straight. Mr. D'Angelo - This crow bar to keep your study halls quiet. Miss De Gere - This round-trip ticket to Gay Paris. Miss Fagan - This pair of NYLONS. We know how much you want them. Mrs. Ferrueci - This booklet on the latest methods of canning. Mr. Fontana - This private telephone so you will not have to run down to the office every five minutes. W Miss Hannifin - This season ticket to the best plays produced during 1947. Mrs. joll-- This scroll with all the senior names on it. It will serve as a warning to you if you ever long to teach again. Mr. joyal M- This MODERN JOKE BOOK. Miss Maroon - This brush to keep your clothes free from chalk-dust. Jvlr. AfIcSorley - This sound proof room so that other classes may rest in peace. Illr. Mfurri - This ujeepn to remind you of former days. s 20