Southington High School - Chronicle Yearbook (Southington, CT)

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Y lH1IWIt4l,lMCl11!N1Wililumuuv :uv nn 1- . 1 as 'J , r - - .4,5,.a,x.,,a,' ' - Q rs-ar w.-v-1,-W T-,rm ., ...f L.H.S. CHRONICLE For quite some time then strange noises were reported coming from Lewis High at night. Then we found out why. The kids who were in the Senior Play had been practicing it there. Finally, on January 6th and 7th, they presented their play, The Time of Their Lives, to two packed audiences at the Falcon Hall. It couldn't have turned out better. Joe Yurcak was responsible for all the props and gave the cast the perfect setting it needed. Patty Baehr as Gladys, and Norman Matthews as Archie Weston, with the support of an excellent cast, did a de-luxe job of it, And I don't think those who saw it will forget for a long time, Tommy Supercalafagilistic Andrews' antics as Junior Allslap. February came quickly with its chill winds and freezing snows. Our general at- titude was, Ho hum, time for the Seniors to give their St. Valentine's Dance. Then suddenly, Hey, wait a minute! Weire the Seniors! we remembered. We began immediate preparations. Cupid was in his glory amidst all the hearts and streamers at the Y this Saint Valentine's Day. No longer were we bothered with choosing pages. That was for the lower classmen. We had the bigger doings of choosing a king and queen to rule the court. Although it was close, the royalty was selected. Rit O'Hala reigned as King of St. Valentine and Lois Gemmell was his queen. Although it seems only a short time since then, it is over a month. The days are passing faster and faster. Before we know it, Class Night and Graduation will be here. Kay Hayes, our senior Emblem reporter, is already preparing her column for the last issue of the Emblem. Miss Hannifin, who, since we elected her advisor, claims that she does nothing but see, hear, talk to, help, and even dream about seniors, seniors, seniors! ll - will soon be rid of us. Looking back, it has been a good year. The senior fellows like Kucinskas, Albrecht, and Fortier were priceless in helping our football team win the state championship. Knapp, Fusco, and O'Hala are doing a commendable job on the basketball court. We still have the Senior Farewell Dance for us Seniors to look forward to. In a few more months we, the last class to graduate from Lewis High School, will leave these halls. And sooner than we realize, the secret motto we made up for Lewis, Abandon ye who enter here all hope for leisure, will soon be a fond memory. We leave satisfied in knowing that next year Southington's new School, the one we just missed, will officially be born. Well, Fm all tired out from writing you this long letter, Mary, so I'll close, not for now, but forever. Your classmate, SAM MYJ' 23

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.Y V 4. f--fr-f-f1-.1--ff . ,.L Q, L.H.S. CHRONICLE The success of this dance filled us with conHdence and we eHgef1Y aeeepted lfhe opportunity to sponsor a Christmas dance. Almost magically the HY7, became Chflst' mas land, and, amidst the Christmas tree, wreaths, and mistletoe, there was an over- fiowing abundance of Christmas spirit. When Santa arrived to join the fun, the Peak of perfection was reached. Two months later, in February Mary Benson and'Earle Cooley were chosen to represent our class as the Sophomore pages for the SCD101' Sf- Valentine's Dance. Our one big social fling of the year was the Gay Nineties Review Dancel' WC gave. The hilarious time we had, plus the oh-so-needed profit we grOSS6d, Seems almost too good to be true even today. And then after a long delicious', summer vacation came our Junior year! It was really funny to see us trying to appear suave and nonchalant about being Juniors while we were so excited that it stuck out all over us. Most of our classmates were still with us, but a few, like you, had moved away. At long last we were no longer 1'I10I'C Freshmen or Sophs but upper classmen with enough authority to boss those lowly Frosh.', Joe Sabatella was put in as president. Chuck', Carbone decided she had guarded our wealth too long and we happily promoted her to Veep. Gladys Di1C1Z1k, after a year's rest, took over keeping our history again. Earl Schabel got the Job of guarding our vaults and we hired Earle Cooley as professional Junior snoop for The Emblem. Our social doings really got big that year. At last we were allowed to sponsor three dances, with the long awaited Junior Prom heading the list. Sebby White's orchestra supplied the music and tho' it took place in the Y we know so well, it seemed as if we were really dancing under a Southern moon. Once more the Seniors allowed us to select two pages for their traditional St. Valentine's Dance. This year Carolyn Thayer and Jerry Kelly were our snappy envoys. Shortly after this the faithful sons of Ireland among us voted to hold a St. Patrick's Day Dance. We dressed the YH up in green and white streamers with shamrocks all over the place. It went over big because of the support given by the O'Tomasiewiczskis and other sons of Dublin. As usual the Junior Recital rolled around again, only this time we sat up and took notice for we were the Juniors. Tommy Andrews carried away the boy's prize and Phyllis Chestler the girls, award, Not much later we got a brainy idea and sponsored a novel Lolly Pop Hop with the music by Vic Trola. After that the time just melted away and before we knew it, it was time for the Seniors to graduate and our turn to bid farewell. As a last salute to them we held a Senior Farewell Dance. After it was over we all felt funny inside 'cause we know that our turn was next. The summer days never passed more quickly. Suddenly out of nowhere came Labor Day and - you guessed it - school! Returning seemed no different from other years except that we were older. Nothing had changed much 5 even the creak in the stairs near the oflice remained the same. And yet, somehow, we all forgot to do the usual back-to-school griping. Then it dawned on us! At long last we were the big wheels among the student body. It felt good to know our way around, even to acting bored about the first day to impress the Freshmen. Elections were old stuff by now. Since Miss Halloran, who had been our class advisor for our first three years, had left, we were faced with the problem of securing another advisor as capable as she. This turned out to be a relatively insignificant problem when we heard that Miss Hannifm had returned after a two year leave. We elected this unlucky object of our affections to succeed Miss Halloran. The year started off with a bang! While the Freshmen were still bewildered, we gave them a bang up welcome dance. It was fun not to be on the receiving end for a change. The Frosh', were good sports and the dance was proclaimed successful by all. 22

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. , , . fi , ,Z1.'ga -' .-eff-w-:-:- up .. ,, x L.H.S. CHRONICLE lass ill Wheel The Class of 1950, being of sound and little else, do' declare this to be our last will and testament before leaving the peculiar world of high school for a world which, we hear and we hope, is better. To the following: MR. D,ANGELO Miss BARRY Miss HEAFY Miss BEDFORD MISS COLLINS MR. BOLAND MR. RATHBUN MRS. FONTANA Miss SHOREY Miss WALSH MR. FONTANA MR. SMALL MR. MACSORLEY Miss HANNIFIN You gave it to us with no apathy - We return it to you - our Syrnpathy ! Pour notre professeur, Mlle. Ba-rec Le cathedral, Notre Dame de Pa-ree. You'll need these stilts to make you tall So you won't be knocked down in the hall. We think you deserve, in all propriety An honorary membership in the Honor Society. Each cheerleader has her megaphone 5 We think Miss C. may need one of her own. Perhaps these ear-plugs will be able to serve you When study-hall chatter begins to unnerve you. Please' accept your crullers and also a pun: The baker never heard of a Rathbun. Your charming grace on all you bcstowg A book on etiquette will aid you, we know. Here's the sun lotion for Miss Shorey's tan. She can use it if anyone can! Her bowling club is famous by nowg Miss Walsh with this miniature pin we endow. What is more than mere routine 1 You'll see inside this magazine. Something new C we hopej for Mr. Small: For his produce, a carry-all. You wear out all your shop aprons so fast We leave you one, guaranteed to last. 6'Be kind to mel she begs, she pleads And almost on her knees. But still her poor heart breaks and bleeds And stiiled are her pleas. 24