Stonington High School - Pawmystonian Yearbook (Pawcatuck, CT)

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I, Brenda Scussell, do leave my cute features and interest in the opposite sex to Barbara Brown. I, Edward Steele, do will my congenial disposition to Buddy Wescott. I, Cynthia Roberts, do leave my towering height to Betty Jean Jeffrey. We, Gus Dessaules, and Donald Brayman, do bequeath our blondish look to Billy Bliven and Ronald Ross. I, Rose Serrano, do will my slimness to Mary Kiddy. I, Pasquale DeBernardo, do leave my emphatic voice to George Cassell. I, Carolyn Pont, do leave my sparkling eyes to Susan Cassell. I, Garth Meadar, do leave my ingratiating ways with the teachers to no one because I will use it in college. I, Lillian Bell, do will my interest in P, D. to any under- classman who has a ready supply of good literature. I, Orin Handley, do will my crew cut to Robert DeFosses. I, Eugene Pine, do leave my ability to give the teachers a hard time to David Johns. We, Carla Graves and Ida Vars, do leave our interest in the Navy to all those girls who like the color blue. I, Samuel Greene, do will my quiet humor to Paul Clarke. I, Jacqueline Sousa, do leave my interest in him, to not a solitary her. I, Paul Previty, do leave my interest in Stonington Fishing Fleet to anyone who spends as much time there as I do, I, Jacqueline Jeffrey, do bequeath my sometimes serious- sometlmes gay disposition to Helen Stewart. I, Lee Barber, do will my argumentative ways to Joe Morosinl. I, Patricia Schackner, do leave my outstanding character and Ideal friendship to Mary Beth Delaney. I, Judith Chick, do leave my acting ability to the next Sarah Bernhardt at S. H. S. I, James Drury, do leave my capability in everything I do to James Donahue. We, Marcia Wolff and Agnes Wheeler, do leave our friend- ship to Diane Christina and June Sutherland. I, Ernest Evans, do will my ability to be seen and not often heard to Matthew Grzyb. I, Mariorie Sears, do leave my well-established taxi service to anyone who can afford the gas and who has patience. I, Robert DeBragga, do will my mature and understanding nature to Richard Sorenson. I, Jacqueline Laing, do leave my cuteness and pep to Jean 0'Neil. I, John Bennett, do leave my ambition and my excellent marks to Gerry Drury. I, Helen Cowell, do leave my ioviality to Lora Broxy. I, Harry Higgins, do leave my interest in Maior League sports to Billy Reid. I, Nancy Linderson, do will my smooth sophistication and distin- guished laugh to Anne Gallagher. I, Everett Flagg, do leave my outstanding athletic ability and good looks to Charlie Wood. I, Sandra Pignataro, do bequeath not only my queenly poise to Linda Foley, but also my position as Senior Captain of the Cheer- leaders to Maureen Comolli. I, Thomas Schackner, do leave the respect of my classmates to Jack Lazarek. I, Santina Faillace, do will my tap dancing ability to the next Marge Champion of S. H. S. We, Robert Burdick, Edward Wallington, and William Brown, :lo leave our extreme height to Bob Thibdeau, Richard Williams, snd Matthew Grzyb. I, Corlnne Morrow, do leave my giggles in class to anyone who can get away with it as long as I have. I, Donald Noel, do will my teasing nature to David Sisk. I, Patricia Thrall, do bequeath not only my position as Junior Prom Queen to some lucky girl in the Junior class, but also my ability to gain friends to Jeanne Schackner, I, John Boucher, do leave my outstanding character and extreme pleasantness to Mike Saddow. I, Patricia Crowley, do leave my good disposition at all times to Susan McGee. I, William Fitzgerald, do will my much envied seat in P. D. to anyone who can talk as much as I. I, Juliette Pont, do leave my seemingly quiet manner to Eleanor Cini. I, William Hays, do leave my interest in photography to my brother, Jim. I, Geraldine Reardon, do leave my naturally curly hair to Lucy Antoch. I, Daniel Gonsalves, do leave my interest in good literature to anyone who finds it interesting. I, Anne Cole, do will my extremely friendly disposition to Nancy Meldrum. I, Custodio Rebello, do will my way with the girls to Joe Andalora. We, Frances Brooks, Judy Fusaro, and Sandra Roderick do bequeath our diamond rings to absolutely no one. I, Armand Morrissette, do leave my classroom antics to Ernest Greenwood. I, Joyce Colprit, do will my shyness to Ann Smith. I, John Mathewson, do leave my position as captain of the football team to some deserving underclassman. We, Ann Collins and Judith Teixeira, do leave our lasting friendship to Joyce Brown and Virginia Northup. I, Leonard Novak, do will my bermuda shorts to any under-, classman who can receive whistles from the girls. I, Elizabeth Godomsky, do will my artistic ability and quiet ways to Priscilla Rouse. I, John Lopes, do leave my Bop routine to Allen Whewell. I, Mary Shea, do will my flirtatious manner to Dana Fogg. I, Steven Volinsky, do leave my saxophone to no one because I intend to take it with me to future fame. I, Anthony Henry, do will my willingness to help to anyone who works as hard as I. We, Jon Tattersall and Bernard Steadman, do leave our interest in Sea Scouts to anyone as persevering as we. ' I, Robert Hildebrand, do leave my interest in studying to Victor Panciera. I, Francis Woycik, do leave my interest in a Junior girl to absolutely no one. I, Gerson Friedman, do leave my liberal vocabulary and one track mind to no one, much to the delight of my teachers. I, Clifford Morey, do will my nickname Butch to John Gavitt. I, Ann Palmer, do bequeath my extremely quiet ways to Leanore Cini. ' I, Larry McGuinness, do will my diligence to Helmut Bucholtz. We, John Connolly and John Marcotte, do leave our un- necessary ways to Larry O'Keefe and Terrence Cini. I, Robert Macioni, do bequeath my easy going ways to Paul Holland. Signed, sealed, and published, and declared this as and for the last Will and Testament by the Class of l95B, Stonington High School, in the presence of us and each of us, who at their request and in the presence of each other have hereunto subscribed our names as witnesses. ALICE BROWN JUDITH CHICK ANTOINETTE LIDESTRI

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TIHIIE CLASS WILL We, the class of I958, being of sound body, if not of mind, do will our traits, talents, and interests to deserving under- classmen, with the sincere hope that they will get as much fun from their four years at Stonington High School as we have: I, Louis Clark, do leave my love for guns to Pat McSparren. I, Pat Planchon, do leave my stylish wardrobe to Linda Sorenson. I, Frank Luzzi, do leave 80 of my 230 pounds to Joseph Evans, as he needs it more than I do. I, Janet Foley, do leave my ability of being heard before being seen, to Claudia Maine. I, Frederic Anderson, do leave my build, which all the girls admire, to Jimmy Pray. I, Thomasine Panciera, do leave my excellence in math to Sarah Mercier. I, Paul Cravinho, do will my ability to make my good marks known, to no one, because it is too characteristic of me. I, Anne Vigue, do will my efficiency to Ann Wibberly. I, George Tourville, do leave my noticeably good looks and good build, to any underclassmen fortunate to have both, with the reminder to eat Wheaties. I, Alice Brown, do leave my mature and reserved manner, to Jeanette Sylvester. I, Kenneth Yates, do leave my excellence in science to Richard Williams. I, Eleanor Powers, do bequeath my leadership and dignity to Mary McKenzie. I, David Johnson, do leave my hearty laugh to Thomas Law. I, Judith Hughes, do leave that band-box look to Frances Cawley. I, Edward DeFrias, do leave my likable ways to Michael O'Brien. I, Antoinette Lidestri, do leave my pleasing personality and merry ways to Barbara Gould. I, Richard Schackner, do will my good-natured smile to William Walsh. I, Jean Wilkinson, do leave my abundant sweetness and shining hair to Kathryn Naccarato. I, James Behan, do leave my cool haircut to Brad Curtin. I, Barbara Stowell, do leave my contagious giggle and pep to Susan Sisk. I, Wayne Cale, do leave my daring actions to Michael Savin. We, Ann Cattafe and Elisabeth Mebert, do leave our interest in the Navy to anyone as patriotic as we. I, Ben Turrisi, do will my wavy hair to all the girls who envy me. I, Loretta Mitchell, do leave my ability to be everywhere at once to Linda Sylvia. I, John Williams, do leave my roving eyes to Thomas Luzzi. I, Brigitte Tocker, do leave my interest in Nursing to any underclassmen as interested as I. I, Wendell Whipple, do leave my suave manner and smooth talk to William Cullinane. I, Elizabeth Ward, do leave my witticisms and humor to no one, because they are so much a part of me. I, Harry Way, do will my seemingly quiet ways to Bruce Panciera. I, Linda Arnold, do will my extreme pleasantness to Jane LaPierre. I, Paul Songdahl, do leave my amiable personality to Leo Nolan. We, Ann Murphy and Helen Brophy, do leave our gentle manners to Denise Keller and Karen Maxwell. I, Kenneth Calkins, do leave my enthusiasm to John Lathrop. I, Herbert Arnold, do leave my bomb to Russell Kirby. I, Arlene Mitchell, do leave my blondish looks to Pat Donahue. I, Robert Rose, do leave my interest in girls to absolutely no one. I, Joan Cray, do will my smiling ways to Darcey Applegate, I, Joseph Cangelosi, do leave my witty remarks and happy- -go-lucky ways to anyone who can gain as many friends as I have. I, Harriet Main, do will my witty irnpersonations to Michael Savin. I, Gerald Vernieri, do leave my title Gerry Sincerely Vernieri to all those underclassmen who enioyed my famous rendition. I, Dorine Donath, do leave a certain black Studebaker to any- one who can handle it as well as I. I, Harvey Thorp, do leave my many points in P. D. to any Junior who can talk about nothing for any length of time. I, Priscilla Holdridge, do will my loquacious ways to Sandra Henry. I, Michael Sisk, do leave my flippant remarks to Robert Belisle. I, Joan Miller, do leave my daydreaming to Judy Taylor. I, Roger Allen, do will my interest in a certain girl at W.H.S. to absolutely no one because I intend to continue it myself. I, Lucia Meserve, do leave my ceaseless chatter to Sandra Ashby. I, Wallace Stedman, do not have a will, I merely leave! I, Janet Hobart, do leave my carefree and mischievous attitude to Pat Meringolo. I, Peter Harmon, do will my exceptionally good looks to any- one who can attract as many girls as I have. I, Elaine Babonas, do bequeath my ability to do everything well to Carlene Vacca. I, Frederick Maloney, do leave my interest in all girls to anyone who enjoys the hobby as much as I. I, Doris Masofsky, do leave my happy-go-lucky disposition to Linda Siller. I, Leonard Heclin, do leave my vexing ways to Michael Stanley.

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CLASS PRKCIIPHIECY Somewhere in the stilled metropolis a clock chimed twice. It was a dark and gloomy morning, the air was frosty, and the slow drizzle of the eve before had frozen on the New York streets. A trim little sportscar exceeding all speed limits shot down the boulevard. Desperately I tried to dodge, but-CRASH!! My last recollection was that of a pretty nurse, who was bathing my face with cool water. Dimly I recognized my old class- mate, Pat Thrall. What happened? I questioned weakly. Never mind now, she answered. l fell asleep, wonclering what had happened to my little Corvet. When I awoke the next day, badly bruised and unhappy, I heard a decidedly firm voice in the hall: Is this an efficient hospital? Why hasn't my mail been delivered yet? I must have it immediately. Well, well, if it wasn't my old classmate, Mary Shea. Pat later told me that Mary had broken her arm the previous week in a car accident. She had been on her way to Florida with Judy Hughes, Doris Masofsky, Janet Hobart, and Sandra Pignataro, all of whom were on their way there to act as models. That afternoon, Pat permitted Mary to visit me. She was still fuming because her l mail had been delayed. Now, I can't keep up on the news, she mourned. l was determined to keep up with all the girls and now all those letters will be lost. TeIl me about the girls, I asked? Remember Santina Faillace? She is tap dancing in New York and makes plenty of money with huge classes, Elisabeth Mebert is running a beauty shop with Anne Cole as her partner in New York, Pat Schackner is in charge of the gym classes at dear old S.H.S., Lucia Meserve is the Big Boss of the Physical Education Department of the New London Schools, Betty Godomsky is the Head of the Art Department at Stonington, and Antoinette Lidestri is the head of the Busi- ness Department there, also. Just then my doctor came in and said that I could leave in two days. The day I left I saw Arlene Mitchell, who was the night supervisor at the hospital. She said Jackie Sousa was the day supervisor at the same hospital, and that James Drury and Thomas Schackner were interning there. To recuperate from my iniuries I went back to my old home town of Stonington. I was walking down Trumble Avenue when by chance I met Sandra Roderick, who was happily married and holding down a very prosperous job as a secretary. She told me the girls who were already married, Cynthia Robert, Judy Fusaro, and Frances Brooks, were among those she mentioned. I was delighted to hear that there was a musical in town. Sandra told me that some of our former classmates were in it. Feeling very bored, I decided to go to see the musical. To my surprise I found that Pat DeBernado was producing the show. The curtain went up and standing on the stage was Judy Chick, whom I hadn't seen in years. Opposite her was David Johnson portraying the role of an eccentric old man. In the second scene I was pleased to find Eugene Pine playing the role of the hero. At intermission, as I walked into the lobby of the theater, I saw Joe Cangelosi and John Boucher in striking Air Force uniforms. We conversed about old times and I found out that many of our boys had entered the service. Lee Barber and George Tourville, who had entered the Navy, were stationed at Quonset Naval Base. Bernie Steadman and Len Novak, also in the Navy, were stationed at the Submarine Base in Groton. John told me that Ben Turrisi, John Marcotte, and Gustav Des- saules had also entered the Air Force and were stationed at the Biloxi Air Base in Mississippi. I left the lobby and returned to my seat to see the rest of the play. The third act curtain was slowly rising and in the maze of colored lights I noticed John Lopes, giving Wendell Whipple some last minute instructions before his song. The play went on and I thoroughly enioyed the afternoon. After I left the theater, and while I was walking to my car, I bumped into Fred Maloney, who was currently singing with the Fred Waring Glee Club. We talked for a while, and I told him what had happenec to me in New York. Say, he said, Why don't we go out tonight? I know where there is a very gooc orchestra and excellent food. I didn't want to refuse and after all was out to recuperate, so I said, Why certainly, Fred, I'd love to go. I went home, ate, and picked up the evening paper. Glancing through the sport: page I came upon an article written by Harry Higgins. The article said that cliff Morey and John Mathewson were now play ing for the New York Giants. I remembe admitting to myself that if anyone in ou class could make the pro ranks it was thosi two boys. I turned the television set on for a whili and was looking at a quiz program wher there was a bulletin that said, Professor Joh: Bennett and his colleague, Dr. Kenneth Yates assisted by Dr. Robert Hildebrand and Di Gerson Friedman, have iust discovered a nev alloy that will revolutionize the rocket in dustry. Well, everyone is holding true tl form, I admitted. An hour later the door bell rang and Frei came in. All set? he said. I put on my coat and left. We arrived at a quaint little night-clu