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

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The queen and her court reigned supreme! Jones, Bogdanski, Hill, Griffin, King, Malcolm, Gallant. Night of ecstasy and fairy stardust sprinkled on pink clouds of joy, music of angels and magic, gone in a moment of bliss, leaving only the glass slipper of memory to sparkle forever undimmed. GRAND MARCH

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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

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UNDERCLASSMEN These are the kids we’ve teased and ribbed, worked with and com¬ peted with through our years here. Without them, school life would have been very different. School is a ladder of learning, divided by classes and united by the common purpose of education. Like smoke, the climbers rise and then disappear, only to be followed by more. The days flow on as a river, unchanging, yet transient, speeding its way to the sea.