Suffield High School - Sagitta / Kaleidoscope Yearbook (Suffield, CT)

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24 CLASS PROPHECY Ever since, and long before, the auricles of Delphi and Apollo sent up their mysterious smokes, and made their two-faced prophecies, man ha sought to lay bare the secrets of the future. Some have discovered a foolproof method: just look for the future one day at a time. I set out to find what had become of the remarkable class of 1952, for much had been hoped and expected of their steadfast talents and genius. To start with, I looked close to home, in Suffield. In Robert Stoughton I found a sturdy son-of-the-soil who has stuck to his guns through years of change. As he him¬ self expressed it, He’s been again ’em all!” One of his near neighbors is Joe Hryniewicz, who has become a Gentle¬ man Farmer” by means of raising tobacco, the great money crop. However, he still likes to get out and work his own land. In my conversation with him, I asked him if the fertilizer he used stimulated growth. Well,” he said re¬ flectively, I don’t know if it stimulates plants, or if it’s iust so down-right repulsive that they do their durndest to grow away from it!” Red McBride, after making his million as a red-headed movie villain, retired and became a volunteer fireman. He wasn’t a very good one though, because he liked to let the fire burn up good and bright, so that he could see what he was doing. Speaking of fires reminds me of Jean Kennett (not that she has set the world on fire). The whole country is laugh¬ ing at her latest book entitled Who Rang That Firebell!” Another author of note, today, is Murray Phelps. Critics are raving over his book, The Queen Bee”, but from the price, I should say the buyers are getting stung. Stanley Beneski, who rose to fame as a Chimp or I mean Champ in basketball came into an unexpected fortune. A distant uncle of his willed him a share of the well known treasure-trove in Fort Knox. When Stash heard the news, he murmured piously, Yesterday at five in the morning, my uncle and I passed on to a better life.” Of course, this sudden windfall reminded many people that THERE was someone they ought to know better. Mabel Richey, a very successful businesswoman in the insurance field, was wel¬ comed by Stanley as an old classmate, and it is reported that she had sold him a policy in record time. She will tell the world that, Honestly, it’s the best policy.” Anne King, neat and versatile, has become the private secretary of that noted psychologist, Dr. Thomas Carleton Upson. In doing research work on the complexities of childhood, she has discovered one fact of note— Children rarely fear water unless soap is added.” Dr. Upson has a rather unique daffinition for psychology: Common sense put into language no one can understand!” Parks, Prior. From Gloria Paganelli I learned that political affairs are just as bad now as they were back in 1952. As the secre¬ tary of an electioneering candidate she claims that she and the reporters are the only ones who take all that lying down. Louise Romano has become an excellent office worker, but she still feels sorry for any man who hasn’t the imagin¬ ation to spell a word two ways. Joanne Rutkiewicz, I find, did not become the world traveller in Uncle Sam’s navy which she hoped to be, but she now has a very interesting job in a post office on wheels. She cremates the dead letters. Shirley Pedersen enjoys her work as a stenographer, but as she herself says, The trouble with going to work on time is that it makes the day so long.” Carol Kwolek, although now married, still remembers her wonderful college days. One day, in particular, stands out in her memory. On that day, a certain professor wrote on the board a notice stating that he would be un¬ able to meet his CLASSES. A prankster erased the letter C. Suffield has become a world famous fashion center. Joyce Parks is the creator of women’s sytlish hats. Her shop, elegant in every detail, caters only the best. Madame Parks’s creations are so sought after and exclusive, that any woman has a price on her head—if she wears a hat. Her foremost model, whose face appears in the most fashionable magazines, is the charming and curvacious Nancy Prior. Although Nancy retains her maiden name, she is married to a great brain of the scientific world. In jest, she said that she now believes that genius is not only the infinite capacity for TAKING pains, but also for GIVING them. Carolyn Reed, well-known concert pianist, usually re¬ fuses to sign autographs, for her hands are her chief con¬ cern. However, recently she broke this rule in favor of a little girl who said pleadingly, I know your 1 fingers are tired from playing, but mine are too—from clapping!” Vivian Jones, after years of intensive study, both in this country and abroad recently attained an unprecedented suc¬ cess in her debut at the Met. Her word of advice is simple, Success consists of getting up just one more time before you fall.” Susanne Osborn, whose original hair styles were the sen¬ sation of the school back in ’52, has made her charm school a prosperous and popular venture. With due respect to Benjamin Franklin, she says to do well in any enterprise just EARLY TO BED, EARLY TO RISE, WORK LIKE HECK AND ADVERTISE! Shirley Hill and Sally McConnell, by the great combina¬ tion of their charm, talent, ingenuity, and labor have accom¬ plished wonders in the field of social work. They have received the Hobel Humanity Prize for outstanding con¬ tributions in the field of self-sacrifice in the interest of all people. The simple credo which has led them on is If you lean over backwards being fair, it’s harder for your enemies to kick you in the pants.” Ann Bogdanski has found a field which requires the full amount of her time, energy, talent, and wits. She is mar¬ ried. While she gets a great deal of pleasure out of her family, she also knows that handwriting on the wall isn’t a miracle; it merely means that there are children in the house.

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BALLOT MOST RESPECTED DID MOST FOR THE SCHOOL CLASS SPINSTER BACHELOR MOST AMBITIOUS MOST CHEERFUL NOISIEST CLASS POLITICIAN TALLEST CLASS SMALL FRY MOST BUSINESSLIKE IDEAL SECRETARY CLASS BLAYBOY CLASS ACTOR ACTRESS CLASS DREAMER CLASS PESSIMIST CLASS WIT CLASS OPTIMIST TEACHER’S PET NIGHT OWL CLASS FLIRT CLASS CHATTER- BOX LIVEWIRE CLASS MUSICIAN BEST NATURED Murray Phelps Murray Phelps Bobby Stoughton Murray Phelps Richard Barnett George Alexopoulos Murray Phelps Murray Phelps Matthew Zarzycki Ralph Nodwell Joe Hryniewicz Stanley Beneski Edward Chase Maynard Sikes Donald Martin Edward Chase Richard Barnett Stanley Beneski Stanley Beneski Richard Barnett Stanley Beneski Richard Barnett Shirley Hill Shirley Hill Dorothy Donnelly Ann Bogdanski Sally Gallant Sally Gallant Jean Kennett Jean Kennett Vivian Jones Mabel Richey Gloria Paganelli Nancy Waterman Nancy Prior Dorothy Donnelly Mabel Richey Vivian Jones Jane Martinez Geraldine Jackson Barbara Gallant Sally Gallant Maxine Spulick Sally Gallant

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For the benefit of Muzzy Barnett, who recently became a nroud father, I’d like to quote this tid-bit. Here’s a fact; That’s unmistakable, The second baby Doesn’t seem so breakable. Donald Martin is still a blushing bachelor. A bachelor, in case you didn’t know, is one who can’t get over the notion that he is a thing of beauty and a boy forever. In Don’s case—who can tell? Maynard Sikes, that universally known genius, has dis¬ covered a machine which can pick up all the sounds ever made in the world (up to now buried in the upper layers of stratosphere). This will certainly be of value in clear¬ ing up historical inaccuracies; but Maynard, have you thought of the possibilities for blackmail? Bruno Kaplan, who always loved to tinker, now runs a very modern jet garage. His wife says he just putters”, around but every one knows that puttering is a woman’s word for a man’s work. The field of nursing called three members of the class of 1952, and any one of these self-devoted girls in white will tell you, as they did me, that the highest reward of toil is not what one gets out of it, but what one becomes by it. Nancy Waterman, who used to be famous for her quick laugh, had quieted down and become the calmly detached nurse who only smiles faintly at what patients say under ether. Janet Piejko, always slender, looks as crisp as a spike of white hyacinth in her crisp uniform. She still blushes, though. Carol Towne, as a bit of philosophical medical advice, gives this prescription: The world would be a different place if most people would take themselves with a grain of salt.” King Edward Chase III, always a royal jester, has taken his place among the immortal pranksters of the screen; his great dramatic talent being first discovered in that senior play, The Shock of His Life.” Quite seriously, he says, Humor is the joy of Kings and the solace of peasants”, and I add, Long live the King!” George Dalrymple has taken up Rocket racing, and the thrills and chills horrify and fascinate his spellbound audi¬ ences. These are also the wine of his life. He has his own designer, who personally drafts every machine which the great Flash” uses. This is Ronald Lothrop, who also carries the orders of the crowned heads of Europe, and the most fabulous princes of the Orient. George Alexopoulos has found to his surprise that Cupid doesn’t always catch one with a swift-shot arrow. Some¬ times little Amour sneaks up behind and stabs one in the back. Another thing he has discovered concerns gardens. He now knows that a thing of beauty is a JOB forever. Ralph Nodwell, as a busy executive, now vacations in Florida. Recently he was somewhat nonplussed to receive a card from his staff saying: We hope you’re enjoying your vacation as much as we are.” Henry Zukowski, always quiet, was caught in the web of matrimony early. Women apparently like strong silent men because they think they’re listening. Matthew Zarzycki, U.S. taxpayer, signed up recently for an extended tour of the universe, because, as he put it, he was tired of having the United States on his payroll. Stanley Ross, as a wealthy mink farmer, finds that women respond most dramatically to two things—Minks and Mice However, he concedes there is a slight difference in the nature of the response. That great boxer, Robb Edmonds, is well on his way to the championship and is confident of success. Of his com¬ ing bout, Billy Sutkaitis, his manager, says, Being no cigarette, Robb certainly hasn’t met his match. His oppon¬ ent couldn’t even lick a postage stamp. No, I have no doubt of the outcome of this fight.” Dorothy Donnelly, in spite of the ballot of 1952, is well married. She finds the patter of little feet comforting, for then she knows they aren’t in any mischief. Barbara Gallant, taking her high school Tri-Hi-Y oaths very seriously, has been steadily working for the good of the community, and Suffield at long last has its own movie theater. The theater is, as she says, a great equalizer. That’s one of the very few places where the poor can look down on the rich. Maxine Spulick has joined the ranks of the wedded, but not until she had her fling at college men. To me she quoted a brief limerick: College girls Are of two strata. Those with dates, And those with data. Need we guess which layer held the vivacious Mackie? ' Sandra Malcolm, after working for a time as a model, was spotted by Hollywood, and now has earned her title as the most demure maiden in movies. Helen Cruse, the country’s leading policewoman, has been dubbed Pistol Packin’ Mama” by her colleagues. Rose D’Amato showed up at the office where she worked the other day and began to hand out cigars with blue rib¬ bons on them. A small tag stated: It’s a boy, six feet tall and weighs one hundred and eighty pounds.” John Borowski has become an expert surveyor, and has just finished surveying Mt. Everest. A feat which, though difficult, he swears is on the level. Sally Gallant knows all about shirts so strong that they laugh at laundries—some of hers have come back with their sides split. Jane Martinez, always thrifty, complained to a garage at¬ tendant that her car used up too much gas. The choke was out so he asked her about it. Oh, that,” she replied happily, I don’t know what that is. I just use it to hang my purse on.” Geraldine Jackson, although very fond of music, still hates to be waked by over enthusiastic song-birds. She calls them Macbeth-birds, because they murder sleep. Sutkaitis, Edmonds