Stamford High School - Flashback Yearbook (Stamford, CT)

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if instead of the regular pull over. Everyone expected the team to appear the Monday following the foot- ball dinner all decked out. Remember all the surprised looks when they didn't appear until Tuesday? Crewcuts came in at the beginning of the iunior year. Shirts were worn outside. Most of the rugged men preferred huge black and white checks. Army clothes stolen from big brother's closets made their appearance, too, and pants were rolled half way to the knee to show oft the hand knitted sox. Knitting was the biggest fad in the senior year. Every boy who had a girl had at least one pair of hand knitted sox. Remember the time Ann Steed lost her sock, and the piece in the lost-and-found section of the bulletin next day? identification bracelets were a three year fad. Almost every boy and girl in the whole school owned one. lD'S signified whether a fella was going steady, and many a girl wore them with the name of her heart-throb inscribed on the front. There were loads of sayings and songs, too. Everything good was Hubba Hubba. Handsome boys caused the girls to reach for their drool cups. And a not so pretty girl or silly boy was referred to as a drip or a droop. Some things were simply ravishing. Kilroy was the man who caused ardent lovers to break up. His name was on the tip of everyone's tongue, and appeared everywhere, everything good and bad was blamed on Kilroy. lf someone annoyed you he was told to D. D. T. idrop dead twicel or F. F. F. F. F. T. Cfall flat fatally on your face five times.l There were many songs echoing through the halls. Remember Mairsey Doats in our sophomore year, and the lovers singing To Each His Own and wg The Anniversary Song to each other, and hum- ming to themselves as they parted for classes? In '47 Ted Weem's version of Heartaches was imi- tated by almost every boy. Near You was the song every lover sang into his girl's ear at the dances. About the same time the whistled tune of Peg O' My Heart was heard echoing through the halls when everything was quiet. In the senior year I'm Lookin' Over A Four-Leaf Clover was sung, whistled, and hummed by everybody every- where. Peg O' My Heart and I'm Lookin' Over A Four-Leaf Clover were first published in the early twenties. CALENDARlA Come give a rousing cheer for Calendario, for Mr. Whiting, for Miss Burrow, for Phil Jones, for the cast of Calendario, who made Stamford High School a little Broadway during the weekend of May 'l0, 1947. After three successful performances, Wifi

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fWff no QFVO-1 C QR Rx tions, and the bride screaming, l wouldn't marry you if you were the last man on earth! Of course there was the happy ending, and, after the wedding march, the presentation of flowers to the coach, Mrs. Gertrude Peisel. Next came the junior play, EVERY FAMILY HAS ONE. Skeletons popped out at one from ceilings, bulletin boards, and all closets, while rehearsals were held in feverish haste. At last the great night-back stage scrambles, granny Lucille Gerber hobbling around stage, Oh's and Ah's as Joan Coy descended the stairs in her shimmering wedding gown, the arrival of cousin Joan Smith, all the skeletons dragged out of the family closet so that the bride woulcln't marry that stuffed shirt, Brace Wynkoop, the boy-friend, Andy Rudman, disliked by mamma , Peggy List- won, the brat, Nancy O'Connell, complications, solutions. Again came the flowers, this time to Miss Gladys Leonard for her wonderful coaching. Our 'Www final production, THE SENIOR PROM, saw a welcome change from the usual family plays. Remember the class prophecy, written by snob- bish Selma Sigler, flighty Jane Robin and Clara Curtin, with its dig at that plain chicken farmer's daughter, Peggy Listwon? And then came the Sen- ior Prom, with the nasty iokes and accidents which happened to Peggy, Joan Smith's anger at her snobbish friends' antics, her cousin musician, Joe Tooher, who offered to take Peggy to New York as a singer. Then remember the rich, glamorous star who returned to wreck vengeance with a picture of a two-headed rooster, a pair of saddle shoes, and an old evening gown, and her chagrin and the ro- mance with Joe? There was the audience breath- lessly waiting for clinches that had been cut out. Again the happy ending, and the flowers to Miss Leonard. Fads, fads, fads! Some of them lasted the whole three years, others burned out in a week. Some of the more lasting were knitting, bangs, long skirts, crew cuts, hand knitted sox and plaid woolen skirts. A fad which caused much criticism was the New Look. The boys think the skirts are too long! Bud Lovell says The New Look? Who would look twice? With the New Look came bright colored scarves, wide leather belts and ballet length skirts. The sloppy look went out in early '47, The tube skirt was often seen, especially on Joyce Waldman, Leona Maffei, and Julian Skirpan. The dear old prontos were still worn. White knee sox were seen almost as much as bobby sox. Everything was smoother, women became feminine! The boys had a new look, too. After football season in senior year they selected coat sweaters EIL

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i ,nl which added over S300 to the school fund, apolo- gies about the lectures given to students missing their classes, mothers hugged and kissed the sons and daughters they had scolded for missing Satur- day lunch while camping in the large auditorium, for staying up 'til two A.M. at a dress rehearsal. Remember the scenes of the luminous skeletons, the Lindy Special, the cupids with Marie Yanelli and Mike Oscar singing Love Me Tonight, School Days with Nancy Jordan as school marm-what a school marm! OH, HOW WE DANCED I'II Walk Alone was the theme song of our first dance in S.H.S.-the sophomore reception, where the juniors aided the quaking sophs through the receiving lines. There the iuniors poured the tea and we, the novices, spilled it. And there we first wit- nessed some of the talent of S.H.S., Angie Fioretta's dancing and Bill Daly's band . . . I Can't Begin To Tell You about the first school dance since our arrival at S.H.S.-the Victory Dance of '45-about the big football players still making passes, snow covered streets, the first taste of S.H.S. cookies and Bob Crane's music . . . Always appropriately ushered in the second dance event of the year- the Valentine Dance, where our banner made its grand entrance. The junior reception of '47 was our big chance to retaliate, that is, to entertain the incoming sopho- mores, where Donny Wright fa iunior, by the wayj and his band played, and where Mr. Hill, our new principal, was introduced to the social life of the school . . . For Sentimental Reasons there is noth- ing like a Junior Prom, especially our own in '47. Memories of our beautiful queen, Dot Mravunac, and Hubba Hubba King, Henry Chidsey, will always be cherished by the Class of '48 as will the exotic decorations, the flickering lights, crepe paper flowers, and Chinese bridge. Dance, football player, dance at the first fall ball given in the senior year-the Victory Dance of '47, It was another first, the initial undertaking of the School Council and it was a smashing success, dishes excluded. A surprise team, the female coun- cilites altered aptly in football uniforms, took the field at the dance. The devastating T formation of the S.H.S. football team was emulated by the Tea formation of the refreshment committee. The eve- ning certainly fitted perfection to a T . . . Now ls The Hour -the glittering gowns, the smooth tuxes, the flickering lights and all the dream dust. Even as the seniors walk solemnly into the sta- dium on graduation day and receive their well- earned diplomas, their history isn't over. It's iust beginning. Up to now the school has guided their mental and moral footsteps: now they must walk alone. Good luck, Seniors! We know you'll make it, So come give a rousing cheer for the Class of '48!