The Morgan School - Tower Yearbook (Clinton, CT)

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THE CLASS WILL NX'e, the class of 1949, of the Morgan School, having reached unprecidented heights in academics. athletics, and all forms of social activities, hereby bequeath to the poor benighted class of 1950, a little ray of sunshine in the guise of the following gifts. l, Chas Brainard, leave to you, Dave Ryman, all of those man-to-man conferences I've had in Mr. joels office. CBetter known as last chance corral.Q l, Dolly Gesick, leave to you, Robert Cavanough, by slender waistline. So round, so firm. so fully packed. l, Ken Cookson, leave to you, Bill Champion, my ability to make an otherwise dull party a good one. All the world loves a lover, you know. l, Nancy Herrmann, leave to you, Sugar Steinson, my scotch-plaid slacks, for that Wacguflo look. l, Babs Hughes, leave to you. jo-jo Soderstrom, my many past boy-friends. Treat No. 68 with special care. l, john Spinning, leave to you, john Dibella, my noble position as Toastmaster at the senior lunch table, in Ginburgs. I, Dick Orsina, leave to you, Perk Hull, my job as driver on the noon Bill Ward Express. 4With preference shown towards the ladies, of course.J I, john Trnik, leave to you, Harry Munson and Charlie Kelsey, the solemn duty of upholding the standards of the Westbrook, Rollover Auto Club. ' l, joan Hollbrook, leave to you, Betsy Dibble, by gift of gab. Someone has to keep those dull typing classes alive. I, Don Scott, leave to you, Evy Hunt, my devil may care attitude towards women. CBut tell us Don, can you bounce a basketball on your knee? J l, George Steinback, leave to you, Bill Dallas, my many nicknames. My life's ambition is to be called just, plain, George. I, joan Neely, leave to you, Barbara Bartnett, my hatred of men. See me for further details. I, Bill Leckey, leave to you, Burleigh Lynch, my cherished title of ping-pong champ. This also includes three lessons in the manly art of self defense. l, Dot Darnstaedt, leave to ou, Beverl Pendleton. the secret formula for m new hair Y Y Y . rinse, but think twice before you try it,

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Barbara Hughes discovered in 1960 She has a scientific streak She s inventing something to cure all ills Also something to make husbands meek In movie magazines today We can see a familiar face Both in Modern Screen and Photoplay oan Holbrook s taken Hedda Hopper s place Don Scott is a celebrity now Baseball players are crawling into caves The re all afraid of him john Graef is still an artist He s a designer of ladies hats He s just made one for baseball fans It s made of tiny gloves balls and bats Dolly Gesick has turned detective She s always looking for clues If she can t find the guilty party Shell probably blame it on you Ed johns moved to Africa Now he s big chief Ahrem His trumpet made the ladies swoon And now he has a harem Who took the ruby Who killed the earl? Her life is just one Who done it A mystery vs titer is Eleanor Gerl Every one tunes in on Sunday night His sponsor now is Fitches They set the dial to 85 because Ken Cookson keeps them in stitches Deacon Trinik is the most famous chef In all the Shore Line towns His meals are out of this world Nancy Herrmann was famous Of the U S A she was tennis champ After five years she was beaten She s now teaching in a summer camp For others in the fighting world Victories have begun to mount Because I see again Richard Orsine s down for the count A doll house for girls A rocket ship for boys Evelyn Norton s in a second childhood She s inventing children s toys George Steinbach is now an undertaker He has the biggest business in town He gives good service and his motto is I ll always be the last man to let you dovs n JOAN NEELY 17 . . Q Now that he's pitcher for the Braves. He's becoming quite renown. , c . l ' I S .

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I, Martin Heidtman, leave to you, Walter Wagner some of my much talked about Atlas strength. A man is sometimes as strong as he thinks he is. I, Evelyn Norton, leave to you, john Wilson, my artistic talents, and the job on pages I4 and l5, for next year's Year Book. I, Bud Vece, leave to you, Roger Evarts, my prized position as Mr. joel's right hand man. The one who holds that job must have years of schooling behind him. I, Bonnie Smith, leave to you, Ginny Borsht, the secret for getting that little diamond on the third finger left hand. Go south, young lady, go south! I, john Graef, leave to you, Ann Hollbrook, my Toni Home-Permanent Kit, You need it more than I do. I, Jane York, leave to you, Lydia Pardo. my love of sports. Both indoor and outdoor that is. I, Willie Farizo, leave to you, Ellen Nord, the many clever witicisms which I have delivered from the rear of English 4. I, Ted Hibson, leave to you, Rog Griffin, a fast look at my collection of carefree cravatsf' I think 30 seconds would be cruel enough. I, Ron Going, leave to you, Don Berry, my long syphon hose. Its ideal for taking care of a leaky radiator. I, Ed johns, leave to you, fellow football player, Carl Woodstock, my unkind nick- name, butcher. just be sure that you don't start any romance in Madison, during the season. I, Eleanor Gerl, leave to you, Agatha Rist, my nose for news. Keep an ear on the print- ing boys during fourth period, they've filled many a page of mine with gossip. I, Art Scheld, leave to you, Fred Weisse, my clarinet. I think you can do a better job on that than you did on that beat up violin, which you played at the last minstrel. I, Betty Crocker, leave to you, Barbara Schum, my seat in English 4. Up front, but out of Miss Horan's line of sight. We, the members of Sigma Phi, leave to you of the A.F.O.M. Fraternity, our saturday night table at Marino's. This also includes special considerations from Angelina the wait- ress. Wimerred by: Sgfibeg A WILD Wacowro PARTY, ED JOHNS, SAM CATCHEM.