Thomaston High School - Owl Yearbook (Thomaston, CT)

Text from Pages 1 - 126 of the 1936 volume:

— I—! E3 I c ',n ---r-.. mm. ■ ■ njjfcjg 'n1 V « ■ DEDICATION We, the Class of 1936, dedicate this volume to the members of the faculty of Thomaston High School in appreciation of their guidance, assistance, advice and personal interest in the welfare of each and everyone of us throughout our school years. FOREWORD The high-school of today is not a place where education means merely book wisdom and where all pupils, whatever their natural inclination, are forced into the same rubber-stamp mold. Instead, individualism is encouraged and each student is urged to think for himself. Therefore, the 1936 Owl by presenting some of the more original and individualistic work of the student body hopes to promote the spirit of independent and creative effort. Dedication Foreword Owl Staff Faculty-Seniors Literary Activities Alumni OWL STAFF Editor-in-chief Roger Thomas Assistant Editors Helen Boylan Christopher Martin Literary Editor Phyllis Menke Assistants Mary Malley G-eorge Dewell Athletic Editors Ernestine Ashak James O'Halloran Business Manager Arthur Hall Assistant Managers Betsy Blakeslee Esther Johnson Alumni Editor Eleanor Conway Assistants Jeannette Benedict Lucille MacRoberts Art Editor Kenneth Warland Typists Mary Blasko Eleanor Czyz Dixie Johnson Jane Johnston Alice Lackman Catherine O'Brien Althea Pfaefflin Thelma Wedge 9 The Faculty Raymond N. Brown, B.S., M.A. Amherst College Superintendent Principal Mandel M. Green, B.S. Harvard University Vice-Principal Director of Athletics Problems of Democracy American History Marion R. Bailey, A.B. Smith College English Jennie M. Buck, A.B. Colby College History Latin Frances R. Doyle, A.B. Albertus Magnus College English Bernice R. Drumm, A.B. University of Maine Vocational Guidance English Enos M. Drumm, A.B. Bates College Science Biology Physics Albert Ebner, Ph. B. Brown University History Evelyn A. Goodwin, A.B, Newcomb College French English Elizabeth A. Harkness B.A., M.A. University of Maine Mathematics Bernice D. Ingalls, A.B. Tufts College English Ruth Kindness, B.S. Massachusetts State Teachers' College Athletic Director Social Studies Clara E. Ranney Westfield Normal School University of Vermont Mathematics Olive Wood, B.S. Boston University Commercial Subjects 10 SUPERINTENDENT’S GREETINGS Someone has said, A great deal of the joy of life consists in doing perfectly, or at least to the best of one's ability, everything which he attempts to do. There is a sense of satisfaction, a pride in surveying such a work — a work which is rounded, full, exact, complete in all its parts - which the superficial man, who leaves his work in a slovenly, slipshod, half-finished condition, can never know. It is this conscientious completeness which turns work into art. The smallest thing, well done, becomes artistic. Such artistry is possible for every student whatever his aims or native ability. May each of you realize this art during your school years, is my desire for you. R.N. Brown 11 SCHOOL SPIRIT The meaning of the word, school has yearly grown to mean more and more to us as pupils. The significance is much greater thah a place in which to study. We come and go, usually with a book under our arm. Possibly, at times, we think of school as an endless labyrinth of reciting and studying. Therefore we enter into clubs and activities to break up the steady grind. This year things are different. The great jumping off is in sight. The annual dreams of sunny rippling lakes and the monotonous longings for vacation have not come. The oicture of commencement takes shape, although the details are still hazy. The Seniors realize that this time it will be different, and they suddenly become sentimental. Memory books aopear in every girl's hand, The class memory book appears in the form of this publication. All these years we have been building up that something which the basket-ball and base-ball teams fight so hard for. It is called school soirit. Was it worth it? Foolish question! I am sure we will realize its worth even more in future years. Roger Thomas '36 12 WHAT MY EDUCATION MEANS TO ME For the past twelve years I have been attending school regularly, I have acquired each year a little more knowledge until today I find that education means the preparation for the particular work to be done after leaving school. Attending school also means an education so that we shall be able to face the problems of today with a clearer understanding of what we should do to make this world a better and safer place to live in. By studying the problems which faced our forefathers we gain a better knowledge of what we ought to do, so that we will not make the same mistakes that they did. Therefore education to me means obtaining all that I possibly can in furthering my education so that in the future I shall be able to take an active part in both social and political affairs. Helen Boylan '36 13 LACK OF SCHOOL CLUES It has been noticed by the writer that while this high school has athletic teams and a dramatic club, it is decidedly lacking in other forms of school organizations and clubs. There is probably no one reason for this but there are several or many. Doubtless, the outstanding reason is the lack of cooperation on the part of the pupils. It is possible that the thought of being successful in forming a club and keeping it running has been an important reason. The only thing that can be said in regard to this feeling is that a thing is never proven until it has been tried. Examples of successful clubs formed this year are the Commercial Club, the Press News, and the Current Forum Club. It is apparent that if clubs like these can be successful certainly others can. There are mere than enough pupils and just as many purposes. As a last word, remember that a little cooperative spirit and plentiful help from a willing faculty will make a club go a long ways. 14 Christopher Martin '37 Senior Class Officers Harold Thomson---------------President Kenneth Warland---------Vice-President Catherine O'Brien------------Treasurer Phyllis Menke----------------Secretary Scholastic Honors 1936 Valedictorian--------Catherine O'Brien Salutatorian-----------Phyllis Menke Alice Lackman Helen 3oylan Roger Thomas Eleanor Conway Edna Winters Dixie Johnson Lawrence Volovski Althea Pfaefflin Thelma Wedge Anna Zutaut Bernice Anderson Jane Johnston Stella Zutaut Peter Yarema 17 Bernice Anderson Swede How foolish is the toil of trifling cares. Frederick Beardslee Ted Mirth and mischief are two things. Mary Blasko Mamie Her ways are ways of pleasantness, and all her paths are peace. Irene Eogdanski I Silence is one great art of conversation. Helen Boylan Rea It is well to know how to be silent till it is time to speak. Albert Ciafardone Ciaf How sweet the hour that brings release from study and from toil. Eleanor Conway Ellie Good nature and good sense are companions. Slean?f,CfP Shorty Little, but powerful. 18 FREbERICK BEARbSLEE ALBERT CIAFARWNE ELEANOR CZYZ ELEANOR CONWAY HENRY CZYZ STANLEY CZYZ FLORENCE D'ANDREA MARION DORAN ROBERT FI FIELD ARNOLD FOSTER RITA DESROCHERS Stanley Czyz Zubi I am sure care's an enemy to life. Henry Czyz Henry Least said is soonest mended. Florence D'Andrea Flo Her smile has a sunbeam's grace. Rita Desrochers Bit A merry smile and a happy nature. Robert Defiore Primo Consideration is the parent to wisdom. Marion Doran Bo Cheerfulness and good-will make labor light. Robert Fifield Bob Independence is. a quality of success. Arnold Foster Wink Talking comes by nature. 21 May Guarnieri 0 ceremony, show me but thy worth.’ Arthur Hall Moderation in most things. Dixie Johnson A smooth and steadfast mind. Jane Johnston Quiet as a thunderstorm; Peaceful as a cyclone. Stanley Klaneski Talkest thou nothing but of ladies? Felix Krotik lhlnk much, speak little, and v rite less Nellie Krayeskl All happiness is in the mind. Alice Lackraan Gentle, but firm. 22 May Duke Dick Johnston Lolly Phil it Smiles A1 RENAUb LEVESQUE ALMA LOWTHER LILLIAN MAbEUX ROBERT MAbEUX CLARA MELVIN PHYLLIS MENKE LUCILLE MARTIN FRANK MORTON Renaud Levesque Ren And yet though vanquished he argues still, For argument is hut the key to knowledge. Alma Lowther Schudg Joyousness is nature’s garb of health. Lillian Madeux Frenchy Music has charms for peaceful minds. Robert Madeux Bob If business interferes with pleasure, Put business aside. Lucille Martin C.L. True wit is nature to advantage drest; what oft was thought but ne’er as well expressed.” Clara Kelvin Carrot Better the last smile than the first laughter.” Phyllis Menke Dutchie Genius is born, not made. Frank Morton Sonny Men in earnest have no time to waste. 35 Martha Mott Mart Better keep peace than make peace. Michael Mushlook Mike Silent prudence is better than loquacious folly. Dorothy Noack Poise and dignity walk hand in hand. Edward 01cese 2d Laughter proves a mind at ease. Catherine O'Brien Sis To be merry best becomes her. Elsie Petke Elsie Devout—yet cheerful; Active—yet resigned. Althea Pfaefflin Pfaef Oh, to dance all night and dress all day. Francis Reardon pon He is a wise man who speaks little. 26 MARTHA MOTT MICHAEL MUSHLOOK bOROTHY NOACK EbWARb OLCESE FRANCIS REARbON I ELEANOR SCIARRA Rye Mary Ryan Why aren't they all contented like me? Eleanor Sciarra Good spirits and a good temper are mine. Ellie Anngi Shyplnka Shy Discretion in peace is more than eloquence. Mary Stolar Variety is the spice of life. Mayna Roger Thomas Thoma'so Action must be founded on knowledge. Harold Thomson Jugger Happy is he who is content. Eugene T Fr | ice Professor H pess is a true asset to character. Lawrence Volovski Lawrie Look you, I am the most concerned in my own interests. 29 Kenneth Warland Ken Where there is a will there is a way. Thelma Wedge Wedgie It's nice to be natural when you’re naturally nice. Edna Winters Bub The more talents the more they will be developed. Agnes Wisneski Wizzy Gentleness does more than violence. Peter Yarema Pete Happy is the man who keeps out of strife. Annastacia Zutaut Ann Happy am I, from care I'm free. Stephanie Zutaut Zoo Patience is the best remedy for every trouble. 50 R.KENNETH WARLAN THELMA WEt OE EDNA WINTERS ANNASTACIA ZUTAUT STEPHANIE ZUTAUT CLASS POEM The doors of life lie open wide, And lead to shining ways; Across the threshold, side by side We come to other days. The path we enter willingly Of winding hills and steep, And through the years the memory Of school-days we will keep. Our futures gleam with hope anew Our path before us lies, Success is ours and friendship, too, Time’s tides for us ride high. Phyllis Menke ’36 33 CLASS STATISTICS Best Boy Athlete-Best Girl Athlete— Tallest Boy------- Tallest Girl------ Shortest Boy------ Shortest Girl----- Biggest Flirt Boy-Biggest Flirt Girl Best Speaker------ Host Bashful Boy— Most Bashful Girl- Breeziest--------- Squarest---------- Wittiest---------- ■Henry Czyz ■Catherine 0‘Brien ■Arnold Foster ■Althea Pfaefflin ■Roger Thomas -Florence D'Andrea -Stanley Klaneski -TTellie Krayeski -Renand Levesque -Francis Reardon -Alice Lackraan -Harold Thomson -Eugene Torrence -Lucille Martin Best Dispositioned Boy----Robert Hadeux Best Dispositioned Girl---Elsie Petke Class Baby----------------Althea Pfaefflin Biggest Tough-------------Ted Eeardslee Class Sprite--------------Alma Lowther Class Gigolo--------------Kenneth War land Class Gigoletce-----------Edna Winters Class Huisance------------Lawrence Volovski Most Easily Satisfied' ■Rita Desrochers 34 CLASS PROPHECY Good-evening, ladies and gentlemen of the radio audience. We present to you another of our Saturday evening broadcasts with Colonel Roger S. Thomas and his amateurs. Thus begins an eventful evening, marking a new and original form of the amateur hour. Colonel Thomas proceeds to explain in his own inimitable manner. Tonight we present a novel type of program, one which to our knowledge has never been used before. All the amateurs appearing on this program tonight are my old classmates, members of the 1936 graduating class of Thomaston High School, Thomaston, Connecticut. They have come from near and far to entertain you tonight, so be sure to send in votes for your favorites. The announcer, Frederick Beardslee, then makes the commercial announcement: As you know, ladies and gentlemen, Colonel Thomas is presented to you by the Mushlook Amalgamated Cheese-Cake Association Ltd., and the Colonel asks each and every one of you to visit your nearest grocery tomorrow and purchase some of these delicious dainties. Our sponsor, Mr. Michael Mushlook, also a graduate of the 1936 class of Thomaston High School, is present tonight to hear his old classmates. Colonel Thomas now takes his place near the microphone with his gong, an unusual affair mounted on a chess-board. He introduces the five judges: Each of our judges tonight is particularly distinguished in his own field, and all are classmates of mine. We have Edna Winters, famed singer of torch-songs, and a veteran of amateur hours where she got her start; the world-famous dance team of Monsieur Warland and Mademoiselle Madeux; America's foremost comedienne, Catherine O'Brien; and the New York Herald Tribune's critic of music and drama, Phyllis Menke. The program gets under way, and the first amateur takes his place before the microphone. You are Bernice Anderson. What work do you do at present, Bernice? I am a sales-woman for the world's largest real-estate company. 35 Miss Anderson gives expert animal imitations and some of the famous radio stars, including Edna Winters and Catherine O'Brien. Next comes a group of housewives, known as the Dixieland Four, consisting of Helen Boylan, Eleanor Conway, Marion Doran, and Mary Ryan, who successfully render Dinah . The next applicant, Harold Thomson, listed as the Soulful Crooner, makes the air fairly sizzle with the latest popular song. Colonel Thomas warmly greets the Prairie Bounders, who sing Home On The Range in stirring, if slightly nasal, tones. These three, Robert Fifield, Arthur Hall, and Robert Madeux, inform the Colonel that they own a successful sheep-ranch in Wyoming. A very charming duet receives much applause, and in response to the Colonel's questioning, Irene Bogdanski and Mary Blasko say that they are employed as models at the fashion house of Lelang in Paris. Monsieur Warland and Mademoiselle Madeux show much interest in the next entrants, six Roxyettes, Eleanor Czyz, Florence D'Andrea, Nellie Krayeski, Alma Lowther, Clara Melvin, and Martha Mott, who do an intricate tap routine. Rocked in the Cradle of the Deep is sung by the. basso-profundo Peter Yarema, who has already won several amateur contests. The Whistling Three present a new arrangement of a song famous back in 36, The Music Goes Round And Round . Colonel Thomas expresses his pleasure in seeing Arnold Foster, Francis Reardon, and Eugene Torrence. Mr. Foster, it seems, is an undertaker, Mr. Reardon is a plumber, and Mr. Torrence is an architect for a great New York firm. A blue's songstress with a sob in her voice sings My Man , She is Eleanor Sciarra, a successful woman lawyer. 36 A dramatic sketch is presented by Anna Shypinka, a famous woman doctor, Agnes Wisneski, buyer for a New York Clothing firm, and Thelma Wedge, writer of an Advice-to-the-Lovelorn column. The Ukulele Four, attractively garbed in Hawaiian costumes, play and sing a medley of Hawaiian folk-melodies. Of this group May Guarnierl is an athletic coach at a large university, Dixie Johnson is a theatrical producer, Jane Johnston is the manager of a large hotel, and Alice Lackman is secretary to the President of the United States. Hamlet's soliloquy is given by Edward Olcese, who is regularly employed as manager of a kangaroo-farm in Australia. Not only an excellent dancer, but also an expert contortionist, Althea Pfaefflln scores a great hit. She is the owner of a chain of Marathon dance-halls. Colonel Thomas remarks upon the strange-looking assembly which comes next. It is Ciafardone's Maxwell-Durant band, unique in the fact that no instruments are used; instead parts of old cars are used to produce musical(?) sounds. The leader, Albert Ciafardone, is a prominent politician, now running for president for the twelfth consecutive time on the Demopublican Ticket. Members of the band are Henry and Stanley Czyz, famous athletes who represent America in the Olympic games; Robert Defiore, an adagio dancer in vaudeville; and Felix Krotik, head of the Boy-Scouts of America. Singers with the band are Stella and Anna Zutaut, proprietors of a roller-skating rink. Mary Stolar, fe.mous aviatrix, wins much applause with a Russian folk-song. Dorothy Noack, a piano-teacher, sings OhJ Sweet Mystery Of Life” with great expression. A bass-viol solo is rendered by Rita Desrochers, owner of a riding academy. It is noticed that Colonel Thomas did not use his gong, although from his expression it was evident 37 that he refrained with difficulty during the Clafardone Band’s number. While the judges are making their final decisions. Colonel Thomas introduces a few celebrities to the audience. All my classmates , he adds as he brings in Lucille Martin, foremost actress on the American stage; Stanley Klaneski, known in Hollywood as The Great Lover; Renaud Levesque and Frank Morton, famed for oratorical ability and political debates; Lawrence Volovski, known as Uncle Lawrie to the millions of children who hear him on the Kiddies' Hour; and Elsie Petke, star of the program called Helpful Hints to Housewives. Finally the judges have made their decisions, and the Prairie Rounders receive first place; Althea Pfaefflin receives second; and Harold Thomson; third. Announcer Beardslee turns the mike over to Colonel Thomas: Friends, I hope you have enjoyed this program as much as I have. I am leaving now to attend our class reunion, and as chess-champion of the world, I look forward to an exciting game with ray old opponent, Felix Krotik. Good-night, all. Phyllis Menke '36 38 A CLASS DIRECTORY For the Enlightenment of Strangers in Thomaston High School The blond young woman rushing wildly around the corner is—Lucille Martin—late for Latin class. The young man who performs the most amazing rhythmic (?) gyrations while giving oral reports is —Edward Olcese. On rainy days that car on the corner is waiting to waft—Irene Bogdanski—to the soda-fountain. Those flashes on the basketball court are—Henry and Stanley Czyz. The young man of the large brown eyes and (deceiving) child-like look is—Robert Madeux. That roving eye belongs to—Lawrence Volovski on the lookout for another feminine heart to shatter. Those inseparable orators solving the nation’s problems free of charge (they are also masters in the art of polite invective)—Renard Levesque and Frank Morton. Meet the heart interests of the basketball team—Eleanor Czyz and Nellie Krayeski. The two blondes who look like a sister act and are—Stella and Anna Zutaut. The sweet young thing so interested in artistic work is—Lillian Madeux. The girl with the dreamy eyes (Adrian? Harry? Bobby? Johnny?) is Mary Stolar. The redheads with the mild and unassuming manner (contrary to expectation) are Mary Ryan and Helen Boylan. 39 She of the gigantic vocabulary and philosophical brow is—Phyllis Henke. That sophisticated end self-possessed smile is worn only by—Dorothy Noack. The coaxing noise is the Third Period English class laughing at the latest retort of--------- Robert Fifield. The girl who could advertise Palm Olive Soap is Alice Lackman. Two senior girls seldom seen without each other are—Anna Shypinka and Agnes Wiseneska. That merry smile and restless tongue, the nearest thing to perpetual motion, belong to—Marion Doran. A gay, boyish individual—our star athlete— Catherine O'Brien. A sandy haired youth—Francis Reardon and his black-haired smiling friend—Peter Yarema are both left-handed. And did you meet—Roger Thomas—clever at mathematics and chess? You'll know him by his friendly, courteous manner. And last—the two gigglers—Florence D'Andrea with the contagious soprano giggle and Clara Melvin with the incessant contralto one. 40 CLASS WILL v'e, the Senior Class of 1936 of Thomaston High Scnool, being of a supoosedly sound state of mind, do declare the following to be our last will and testament. 411 former wills are declared null and void by tnis will. Article I To tne faculty we leave tne haopy memory of our departure. Article II To tne Junior Class we leave our ability to make noise and yet escape detention. Article III To tne up and coming Sophomores vie leave our good traits, few that tney are. Article IV To tne Fresnrnen we leave our devil-may-care atti-ude and our habit of leaving it when it is a question of taking it or leaving it. Article V To tne following, we, being of generous disposition, leave: Bernice Anderson's giggle to Maurice Malley. Ted Beardslee's infectious laugn to Francis Volovski. Mary Blasko's poise to Mary Morris. Irene Bogdanski1s calm disposition to Jeanette Benedict. Helen Boylan's long red locks to Ernestine Asnak. Albert Ciafardone's vast knowledge of the technicalities of the automobile to Reopard Hewitt. Eleanor Conway's self-possession to Edith Bell. Eleanor Czyz's ability to run errands to Eleanor Hawley. Stanley Czyz's carefree attitude to Harriet Hyerick. Henry Czyz's love of Plane Geometry to Donald Brown. Florence D'Andrea's beaming smile to Edna Sanderson. 41 Rita Desrocher's ambition during noon hour to John Hurlburt. Robert DeFiore's business-like manner to Le Roy Ryan. Marion Doran's vocal ability to Ruth Wellman. Robert Fifield's love of the early morning hours to Robert Anderson. Arnold Foster's long legs to Betsy Blakeslee. May Guarnieri's basket-ball ability to Philip Sheremeta. Arthur Hall's diversified vocabulary and golden curls to Edwin Ives. Dixie Johnson's culinary accomplishments to Luke Martin. Jane Johnston's fiery temper to Telesford Nest. Stanley Klaneski's ability to get along with the opposite sex to Christopher Martin. Felix Krotik's impassive countenance to George Kloss. Nellie Krayeski's freckles to Donna Robinson. Alice Lackman's quiet demeanor to Sigurd Rosengren. Renaud Levesque's power of extemporizing to Harold Morton. Alma Lowther's musical laugh to Helen Benson. Lillian Madeux is petite; we leave the quality to Grace Whitely. Robert Madeux's unique handwriting to Michael Marlak. Lucille Martin's dramatic ability to Dorothy Dickson. Clara Melvin's excellent attendance record to Edmund Duzak. Phyllis Menke's ability to worry about other people's troubles to Myrtle Hulme. Frank Morton's unaffected manner to Betty Hunnewell. _ Martha Mott's knack at class discussion to Jonn Nelson. Michael Mushlook's luck with the bow to P 6 1ak Dorothy Noack's great number of book-bags Bertha Stone. , _ . Edward Olcese's scholastic ability to Barbara Merle to DOtyCatherine O'Brien's love of argument to Harold Fowler. 42 Elsie Petke's modesty to Edward Doyle. Althea Pfaefflin's love of night life to Lucille MacRoberts. Francis Reardon's shy manner to Raymond Gooley. Mary Ryan's aloof manner to Esther Johnson. Anna Shypinka's steadiness to Irving Wood. A few of Mary Stolar's boy friends to Dorotny Ryan. Roger Thomas's ability in a scrap to George Dewell. Harold Thomson's punctuality to the class as a whole. Eugene Torrence's ability to bala.nce a chair to Edmund Perbeck. Lawrence Volovski’s general disinterest in everything to Edith Ross. Kenneth Warland's sense of humor to Gertrude Baldwin. Thelma Wedge’s optimistic nature to Louis Wassong. Edna Winter's confidence to Hilda Santoro. Agnes Wisneski's gum-chewing habits to Joanna Kuleza. Peter Yarema's luck in getting out of trouble with a whole skin to James O'Halloran. Anna Zutaut's love of walking to Ralph Wolf. Stella Zutaut's good nature to Madeline Deregon. ' Any not deriving the benefits of our bequests may disregard said bequests entirely. In witness whereof we have hereunto set our hand and seal at Thomaston this twelfth day of _une, A.D. 1936. Signed, sealed and published in the presence of the class of ’36. Arnold Foster Arthur Hall Phyllis Menke 43 WOULDN'T IT BE NICE IF— Lolly Klaneski would share his feminine popularity with some of the other boys. Lucille Martin could really get serious. Clara Melvin was early for Problems Class. Sis O'Brien would use the Share the Wealth plan with her knowledge, Ted Beardslee didn't disappoint so many girls. Marion Doran remembered that you aren't supposed to talk during class. Renaud Levesque carried out some of his many conservative ideas. The typewriters had letters on the keys for some of the typing students. The school seats had cushions. Everyone remained quiet during an assembly. The Press News really had some news in it. Irene Bogdanski was understood by all during an oral report. The Seniors had a real efficient meeting. Real candy was sold at a Candy Sale. The thermometer hit 68 in Drummie's room. Robert Fifield lost his gum. There weren't any girls for Robert Madeaux to bother. Edna Winters kept awake in history class. Helen Boylan came to school with her hair cut. 44 per second Jug” Thomson ever hit less than 88 feet in his auto. Phyllis Menke cut her finger nails. Gene Torrence was seen and not heard. Mary Ryan was boisterous. Albert Ciafardone admitted that the Buick was the best car on the road. There were no book case in Room I in which the seniors cbuld throw their books. Bernice Anderson couldn’t giggle. Frank Morton’s nick name ”Sonny” was adopted by his classmates. There were no oral reports in English class. Kenneth Warland was seen not dressed up. May Guarnieri couldn’t play basketball. There was no school spirit in the T. H. S. Arthur Hall spoke out of the right side of his mouth instead of the left side. 45 SENIOR ADVICE FOR FRESHMEN In The Class Of You May Expect Miss Buck 0] that book-case] Miss Goodwin Close those windows] Mr. Green Wake up] Wake up] Mrs. Bailey I shall be cross with you] Mr Drurnm Lordy] Anybody can see that] Mr. Ebner Do I hear somebody saying they want to stay after school? Miss Harkness May I have the attention of the class? Miss Ingalls Oh, you old thing] Miss Doyle Better get to work] • ON COUNTRY FAIRS The country fair is the Mecca of many pleasure-seekers on these crisp fall days. People from cities or larger towns come for amusement, the farmers come to enter the exhibits, and a majority come out of curiosity. Although I have never considered myself as one of those persons commonly described as having hay in their hair, I must admit that I like country fairs. More than that, I actually enjoy them. I find it impossible to make fun of them for the simple reason that they interest me. I do not find any part of them boring, I am sure my reflections on exactly why I like country fairs would fill several volumes. First of all, I am one of those persons who either like a thing very much, or do not like it at all. After still more thought and consideration, I repeat: I like country fairs, I like the gay, colorful atmosphere of the fair. The tinny jangling of the merry-go-round is music to my ears, and I cannot resist mounting a small wooden horse of brilliant hue and riding around and around. I am the despair and shame of my more dignified friends and relatives, who regard this harmless pleasure as a vice which must be sternly repressed or at least concealed. I confess, however, that the ferris wheel has no enchantment for me. There are always very small ones at country fairs, and they look very flimsy and unsafe. Moreover, I am a victim of acrophobia. The aero-swings I do not patronize either, as they cause a violent disturbance in the pit of my digestive cavity. I am always lured by the vivid display of blankets, cupid-dolls, candy, and other wares so temptingly displayed as prizes for chance takers, and as one of those oersons who cannot hit the broad side of a barn , I can always be found standing awed and silent among the crowd around some expert marksman winning prizes right and left. 49 The sound of the barker's voice arouses in me some deep inner excitement, and the hoarse cries of the hotdog vendors fascinate me. I like the noises of the country fair, the mingled sounds of the barkers shouting their enticing spiel, the droning squeak of the ferris wheel, the whir and zoom of the aero-swings, the canned music of the merry-go-round, the lowing of the cattle, the squawking of the fowl, and the constant murmur of voices. All these delight me; I feel inconspicuous and pleasantly unimportant, and yet I, too, am a part of the crowd. I am comfortable and at ease in the knowledge that I can shout or laugh or wear an absurd paper hat without being noticed in the least. The fair crowds are friendly and jostling and good-natured. What would the country fairs be without the tents where canned goods, flowers, and handiwork are displayed? If the fair is a larger one, there are separate tents for each display. Here I wander rather aimlessly past row after row of canned goods, peaches, pears, plums, apricots, carrots, tomatoes, all enticingly put up in jars with neat white labels. I am not domestic-minded, my thoughts have no culinary trend, so I am not particularly interested in these, but I am impressed. Also with the canned products are rows of squash, potatoes, cucumbers, and endless varieties of garden products. Small boys who have eluded watchful eyes for a moment look longingly at the piles of rosy apples, and occasionally one is tempted beyond endurance. The autumn flowers to me are the least attractive of all, yet I always visit the floral display, with some temerity on acoount of my hay-fever, and gaze with a rather cold and baneful eye on the golden chrysanthemums, the multi-colored asters, the dahlias, and the ever-present Japanese lanterns. Here and there a daintily arranged spray catches my attention for a moment. I always dutifully accompany my elders into the tent where the needlework is shown, and I contemplate the various displays with an admiring though unappreciative eye. 50 Any philosopher could find reams to write about human nature as viewed at a country fair. From the most cynical barker to the smallest farm-boy, the people are decidedly interesting. Who has not seen the red and yellow trailers of the concessionaires, tnose gypsy-like people, without wondering about them and tneir life? Common sense tells me that their life is a nard and embittered one, yet I cannot nelp envying them tneir freedom of movement when I have one of my rare attacks of tnat commonest of all human ailments, wanderlust. Here smart, well-dressed women. witn mocking smiles and gay banter on tneir lips mingle with shabby unfashionable farmers' wives witn stolid, immovable countenances. A handsome, nattily dressed youtn stands next to an ungainly, pimply farmer's son garbed in his Sunday best suit of rusty black, from which his large wrists protrude grotesquely. A town official with a complacent air surveys the scene,while near him an old farmer jauntily squirts tobacco juice out of the corner of his mouth. The country fair is indeed a scene of contrasts. Later in the day I watch the judging of the norses,cat tie,and fowl,and am as eager as any farmer's daughter to see my favorite get the blue ribbon, am not very enthusiastic about the cows, but will consent to watch them providing they are enclosed by a very sturdy fence. I can see where city people find amusement when I watch that device by which one tests his or her strength by whacking something with a hammer in hopes of ringing a bell. Here I always see gathered a circle of thin, awkward country lads, grinning foolishly and yelling at each other such witty remarks as Hey, Hammerhead!11 Your twin, Zeke! C’mon there, Hezekiah! Sven the hard-boiled barker grins when one overly confident young man exclaims, When I hit it, you'll think John L. Sullivan's come back to Hie. t realize that cynics may easily strip tne country fair of its glitter and glamour, may reveal facts tnat the prizes are worthless, as the blankets are half cotton, tne cupid-dolls tarnished, and tne candy stale. I know, too, (at least, now I do) that 51 the palmist and fortune-teller Is a fake. I feel quite certain that the wheels of chance are fixed, and the hamburgers are of extremely doubtful origin I have no illusions concerning the sly pick-pockets who slink through the crowds. Yet, when stripped of this carnival veneer, there is still the freshness, the wholesoraeness, which clings to the fair and gives it the healthy atmosphere of the country itself. The smaller the fair, the less there is of the carnival trappings which have recently become an established fact of the country fair. One of the most amusing, most charming, and quaintest fairs I ever attended was held in a little village in the Connecticut hills. There were only two dogs in the dbg show; one got first prize and the other got second. I laughed for days afterward at the antics of the hayseeds, a term much more polite than hicks, and in particular at the lean, lanky boy who had a cane in one hand, and a piece of straw stuck in his hair, and who called his lady companion by the very flattering and loving name of runt. I may laugh about these farm people who are so thoroughly countrified, but I really laugh with and not at them, for they can take a Joke very well unless, of course, they are Englishmen or of English descent. I believe that nowhere can be found a more kindly, hospitable people, the very essence of American farm life, and I am sure that the country fairs I have attended will always be some of the most Ternpus Fugit And it stopped short, never to go again Tnen the old man died Yes, it was old, so old that the woodwork of which Grandfather had once been so Droud was now scratched and covered with dust; so old that its hands once polished and new were now '..lull, colorless, and motionless. But there it stood, ever-watching as the sentinel of the stairway, bearing witness to the chain of events that had taken olace within the house. Thinking back it might remember the time when Grandfather had first moved into the house bringing with him his young wife Martha, and how she had cried over the cares and woes that Richard their first-born had unknowingly caused her. They had one more child, a girl named Marjorie. Grandfather, however, had favored Richard and thus the privilege of being Keeper of the Clock was awarded to him. His were the duties of winding the clock and of keening it well dusted and oolished. As efficient a guardian would indeed have been hard to find, for Richard was nroud of his exalted nosit ion and had never allowed the clock to become run- down nor a snot of dust to be found on it. Then suddenly one day Richard had developed nneuraonia from a bad cold and had died within a few days. It was a great shock to the old man who had insisted that from that day on the clock be untouched by anyone excent to be wound by himself. Standing there unnoticed and uncared for, it might also remember the only boyfriend that Marjorie had ever had. His family had moved next door eleven years after Grandfather had come. So the two children had played, worked, and quarreled together until finally one day in June ten years later they were happily married. Martha had cried a little on losing her only daughter but she was happy as long as Marjorie was. Later Martha had become a grandmother and soon the hall was again filled with the patter of young feet. Then sadly the old clock might remember the sorrowful day that Grandfather had died. Martha since heavy-hearted was not long in following him. It was then that the old clock had stopped short never to go again . Sad memories? Yes, but priceless as was the old clock in the estimation of Marjorie. 53 Luke Martin 37 GIVING AN ORAL REPORT Have you ever seen a person come into the classroom with a look of dread in his eye? If you can see his lips moving and his hands trembling as he consults a small piece of closely written paper, then you know without a doubt that he is preparing himself to give an oral report. Perhaps you yourself have had the same experience. Your knees knock together, your teeth chatter. Your hands tremble, your whole body shakes convulsively, and you try, in vain, to keep the class from guessing your fear. Then every week there is one day of horror, on which everyone must give an oral report. Grimly I walk into the classroom with my other doomed classmates. The teacher says, I will give everyone a few minutes to look over his report. Is this torture going to be delayed longer? Finally the five minutes are up and the teacher again addresses the class. I would like, to have someone volunteer today. n Her announcement is greeted with complete silence. Each pupil is hoping that everyone else will volunteer and that there will not be time for him to give his report. Some brave person walks to the front of the classroom. Vaguely we hear him say something about Ethiopia. Only vaguely, because each one is mentally going over his report. Our hero has reached the end of his report and taken his seat. A hush falls over the classroom as the teacher waits for someone else to volunteer. At last a faint sound breaks the silence. The young lady in the front seat dropped a pin and the spell is broken. Oh, dear She is looking at me. My feet begin to grow cold. I hear my name called. I have received my death sentence. Grimly I walk the last mile from my seat to the front of the classroom. Now I know how it feels to be electrocuted. It must be like this. This terrible sensation. In the distance I hear my voice giving the title. I am started at last. Heavens! I left my notes at my desk, but I shall carry on. I must carry on. I am 54 halfway through my report. I look at the clock. Will this agony never end? Now I have forgotten what to say next. J must look so foolish standing in front of twenty-six pupils, stuttering and stumbling over a few simple words. AhJ At last I have it and I bravely start in again, from where I left off. But no—I have entirely skipped the most important part of the report. Now what shall I do? I am bewildered but I shall endeavor to finish, no matter how great the pain. At last I have finished and stumble up the aisle to my seat. If only I had had those wretched notes in ray hand. My hands still tremble. What have I here? My notes] They have been in ray hand all the while, but now they are just a mass of paper, tattered and torn. Well, perhaps next week I shall keep my wits about me. The others have finally finished. The bell rings and I am free again. But only for a week—then my period of reprieve is finished. Next week I shall again walk the last mile, only to survive by the skin of my teeth and to tremble at the thought of giving still another oral report. Marion Doran 36 55 SHADOWS Dusk settled down from the hills above, The forest was quiet with shadows deep The village too had settled down, All was as peaceful as the dove, The village folk had gone to sleep. Soon through the forest figures crept, The shadows marched in single file. On they marched with deadly stealth, Soon their war cry would break the night To wake the village to its plight. How closer came the feathered friends, And still the village folk slumbered. They singly spread throughout the cabins. Their murderous minds in frenzy Then—their terrible war cry thundered’. The village they murdered, oillaged, and plundered. They left the forest with triumph echoed, From many a belt hung a human scalp. Soon again the village slept, Many who would forever slumber. Arthur Hall ’36 TEMPTATIONS I love to see in front of me Lots of cake and fruit and pie. They temot me with the greatest force, And then I suffer, groan, and sigh. I only wait to get out of school. Everynight when it strikes four, So I can skate and slide and ski, Tho' my muscles all are stiff and sore. A mystery story gives such a thrill On a dark and stormy night. But when I can't sleep with fear and dread, How I long for the morning light'. I do things I like to do They may range in variation. But I suffer after all these joys— Oh, such a thing is temotation! Maurice Malley '37 56 SENIOR PRESIDENT FRESHMAN PRESIDENT SOPHOMORE PRESIDENT JUNIOR PRESIDENT LEADERS FORUM CLUB SPRING FEVER Jim Busch had left school the year before- He had had to get a .job to support his mother. It was Tuesday afternoon and his time off so he called up his old schoolmate, Joe Johnson. How about a little fishing, Joe? he said. I have several new plugs that I want to try. No, Jim, I’m sorry. You see, Old Biddie gave us lots of homework to do, and I must stay home. O.K. Joe. I'm sorry you can’t go. Wish me luck. So long. Come on, Joe, get back to work. Old Biddy will be mad if you don't get it done. Let’s see, now—this original story- Then the gangster said he’d try to get a saw smuggled in inside of a cake. So as soon as he could get his fishing tackle -no, that’s wrong get his wife to bake a cake, he went to the prison. Gosh, it is a swell day. Just enough ripples on the water. Boy what a day for bass. But this homework—He gave the cake to the warden and told him he caught it on one of his new plugs. I'll have to cross that out he was giving it to the convict for his birthday. Time passes and Joe continues to write rather abstractedly, now and then looking out of the window and sighing and scratching out something he had written. The next day arrives and the teacher has read over all the original stories except Joe's which she holds in her hand with a perplexed look on her face. Then she reaches for the telephone. Give me the Truant Officer, please. Thank you. Hello, Truant Officer I think I can tell you where to find one of my pupils who has been out all day today. I am quite sure he will be down by the pond in Cadiff's Meadow fishing. Yes, that's right. Good bye. And so ended Joe’s fishing for that day. Donald Brown '37 59 MY FIRST CAR Every boy has during his early life an ambition either to do or own something. If he can attain his ambition, then his early life has been a success to him. My ambition was to own a car, not a big, luxurious, smart-looking car but any old junk. Last summer a pal of mine with the same idea as I thought we would make our dreams come true. After looking everywhere, we found an old 1923 Durant touring car. We bought it for six dollars, and after doing a little tampering around, we decided to try it out. On with the key, step on the starter, and she starts. What a thrill! It’s a sensation worth trying for. We kept our car in back of the Atlantic Service Station on South Main Street. As a matter of fact, three other boys also ha,d a car much like ours, except theirs was a Maxwell, kept in the same place. We had a route all our own, starting from our Station to the vault on Center Street. This small road had been made by running our cars over it. We named it the Maxwell-Durant Highway. After we hit Center Street, we had many numerous directions to choose for our route. We always rode on side and country roads, never on the state highways. By these side streets and roads we could go to Northfield, Litchfield, Watertown, Torrington, Campville, Flute-ville, Morris, Bantam, Woodbury, and many other places. Our most-traveled route was over Marine Street, up Hickory Hill, over to Nystrom’d Pond, down the Moose-horn, then to the .Waterbury Reservoir, and back again to Thomaston. Every time we went on this route there was always a certain place where we had to stop either for water or for some other little thing. We could go farther if we wished, and sometimes we did, but that was our general route. With these two cars we had races and did all sorts of things. Altho these cars were old, they had good lights, horns, brakes, and all the other necessary 60 accessories of a car, except good looks. These cars were very economical to run. We would get about twenty miles to the gallon of gas, and we always used drain oil, which we got from our very loyal station, the Atlantic. So we had, to pay just about thirty cents a day for each car. Our daily supply of two or three gallons of gas enabled us to ride all over the country side. On a few occasions, one of the cars would run out of gas and the other car would help it home. We used to give the Atlantic a very good business on gas. In case of a flat tire we were always prepared, and about once a week each car would get one. But as we each had spares the car was fixed in no time, and back down to the hangout to repair the flat. We always kept our cars in good running condition. If something went wrong we fixed the defect before running the car. We used to ride just as much at nights as in the day. School was drawing near. On the day before school opened, we sold our cars, and made a profit too. That day we were lost I We had to walk around and couldn't get far. We were all downcast. We sold our car to a man on Hickory Hill, and he says it's a very good car. The other car was sold in Fluteville and received the same praise. We still go up to see our car once in a while, and it seems a pity to see it doing farm work. If I ever own another car, which I hope I will, I'll never praise it, or have as much fun in it as I did in our Durant. To own your very first car is one of the outstanding points in your life. At least it was in mine. However, we have another old junk, but I know we'll never have half the fun we had in our first car. Hang on to your first car as long as you can'. 61 Albert Ciafardone '36 BACK-S3AT DRIV3RS Just who is a back-seat driver? A back-seat driver is qn advice-giving individual, usually a female, who sits elsewhere than in the driver's seat. In every family car a seat is occupied by the individual who aids the driver by using her vocal chords in the following manner: Go slower, Henry! You know that these wet pavements are slippery! or Stay on your own side of the road! Then when a passing autoist drives a little closer the helper cries, I call that plenty close enough, but I suppose you would say that there was plenty of room. In answer to this statement the driver meekly smiles and says nothing because he realizes that, in tnis case, silence is the best policy. The advice continues with various pleadings and threats: If you must be so reckless, I will walk rather than ride with you. At tnis the driver probably mutters under his breath, taking care that it is low enough to escape the ears of the speaker, I wish you would walk. These and other statements constitute the advice given by the back-seat driver during the journey. We all sympathize with the exhausted driver as he gives a sigh of relief when driving into his garage, only to hear, Oh! be careful or you will hit the garage door. At this point the driver is tempted to reply, but he controls his temper thinking that peace and quiet will soon prevail, wnen to his bewilderment and sorrow the back-seat driver spends the rest of the evening chiding him about his careless driving and the chances he takes. She knows that something is wrong with his eyesight and he must go and have his eyes examined although he had had them tested only last month. Most people claim that back-seat driving is _ the result of nerve disorder. In all probability tnis is true, but drivers would be better pleased and all would be safer and more pleasant if the nerves of the back- 62 seat drivers were quieted down before they attempted to ride in an automobile. Ask any automobile operator if he enjoys having a back-seat driver ride in his car, and you will then realize how he feels about the whole matter. Are you a back-seat driver? Thelma Wedge 136 ieli kih, hot lo k't tUse Wmpi ke's | tAW Vo We o' 63 Ballad of a Young Fisherman O' fish, I know that it’s a lot To ask you for your life; But I’ve been sittin’ here for hours A-playin' with my knife. I've tossed you everything I had And then a little more; Now if you don’t bite pretty soon, Your going to make me sore. Just think what ma and pa will say If I don't catch a fish; Besides you’d look much better fried, Than spinach on my dish. O' fish, please bite the hook just once, If only for some fun; And if you do, I promise you, I’ll let you feel the sun. But if you don't, I'm sure you won't, I'll go away an' cry; But I'll be back to toss you a snack And have another cry. Robert Fifield '36 ''HOME Tired hands, aching head, weary eyes, Plodding slowly along, Seeking the path in the darkness, Chanting a laborer's song, A flashing thought, a happy smile, A welcoming thought and a thrill Near the end of a destination Over the distant green hill. A house with a pleasant appearance, Soft lights stream forth and roam Across the hill and the valley Directing the course—the way Home. Mary Malley '37 64 HUNTER S MORSEL-RABBIT STEW I go Inant ing day and night It sure is lots of fun My luck is good most every day Tho' sometimes I have none. I often knock a rabbit off, Or sometimes even two Cause there's nothing like a rabbit, For making rabbit stew. Now rabbit stew is teraotihg To anybody's taste So take a walk in the woods some day When you've got time to waste. 'Cause you might get a rabbit, Or maybe even two, And then you can orepare yourself A luscious rabbit stew. One olate of this tasty morsel Will make it clear to you That there's nothing in this whole wide world Like a good old rabbit stew. So when you go to heaven, Why bring along your gun And you and I will hunt uo there, Oh Boy, will that be funI And if we get a rabbit Or maybe even two Why you and I and Peter Will have a rabbit stew. Ted Beardslee '36 REVENGE Pedro sat in the garden behind his father's hacienda and dreamed that he would sometime become master of all this domain, a picture of complete loveliness. The hacienda, low-slung and friendly-looking, the many green acres and long, white stables, all to be his! Pedro was a young Mexican of twenty-two years, with tanned complexion, smooth black hair, flashing white teeth, and the inherited friendliness of his father, Old Pedro. Without any warning a small boy, clad in Mexican clothes, rushed to Pedro and fairly screamed, He is dead! He is dead! Who is dead? asked Pedro, recovering from his day dreaming. Old Pedro is dead! Dead by the wound from The Bandit. I saw him stab Old Pedro! Pedro, now fully aroused, commanded the boy to tell him about the entire affair and learned that Old Pedro had been coming home to his beloved hacienda when he was suddenly attacked from behind, robbed, and slain. The Bandit was a notorious bad man in Mexico and everyone feared him greatly. By now Pedro, very angry, ran to the hacienda and emerged fully clothed for riding and man hunting. It was a long ride to the small town, which boasted of a large saloon. Pedro galloped through the main street and pulled up in front of the saloon. There were many idlers loitering around the entrance door and with these Pedro loitered and conversed for a lengthy time. He learned that The Bandit was within, greatly enjoying himself. Pedro pushed open the swinging door and stood framed in the doorway. He looked younger than ever, a diamond studded handle of a knife fcrotruding-from his belt and a revolver slung at his hip. 66 Slowly The Bandit turned from drinking at the bar and looked at Pedro contemptuously. Greetings, Senor, said he. Fnere are you going with such dangerous weapons? Pedro grew red with anger and reolied, I come to seek vengeance. You killed my father! I demand your life in oayment for his! The Bandit drew his gun from its holster and, as quickly, his right-hand-man tried to restrain him. No man will live who sneaks to me like that! said The Bandit and brushed the interfering man aside. 3efore Pedro could do anything to defend himself or to attack The Bandit, a bullet sped from the gun of the accused man and nierced the heart of Pedro. Slowly, slowly, with a heartrending groan, Pedro slumned to the floor. The sun streamed through the window as Pedro nulled himself up from the floor and rubbed his eyes dreamily. T. Ashak ‘37 67 PINKY Pinky was a little mouse Who had to sleep all He played at night and at He had to run away. He tried to play at noon one day, And thought the coast was clear, He saw up high-a lady Upon a chandelier. The awful cat came rxinning in And Pinky started out, The cat was right upon his tail And so he turned about. The unsuspecting cat passed by And Pinky ran some more, He twist’d, turned, he leaped and dodged, And finally reached the door. He went on down the cellar steps And went right to his home, From home to play in the daytime Ne’er again did Pinky roam. 68 Gene Martin'41 THE KING OF TIMES SQUARE On ohe cold and wintry day in bleak November, in the crowded canyons of old Times Square, above the roar of the wind, the bellowing of a Communist, the ever lasting hustle of New Yorkers, could be heard the tooting of horns from every vehicle in Times Square. In about thirty seconds, which seemed like an eternity, the noise of the horns was subdued only to be taken place by the shrill, screaming, and earbreaking sounds of a big, flat-footed, red-faced traffic policeman blowing his whistle. In a short time traffic was again on its way and the King Kong of glamourous 43nd Street was just another harnessed bull , who helps thousands of gaping farmers, tired business men, noisy kids, shouting taxi drivers, cursing truck drivers, and women who still cry to look like sweet sixteen daily, but now, with this last and final thought, he has nothing to look forward to but a measly cop's pension and a hand shake from an unappreciative Mayor and Police Commissioner. 59 James O'Kalloran '37 LIKES Swimming through clear, cool water. A fire burning cheerfully in a fireplace. An easy chair and a good book. Group singing around a camp fire. The low moan of wind through the pines. Rain on the roof. Camping out during the hot summer. Autumn foliage. Wading in very deep snow. Walking on a rather cold, clear day. The smell of arbutus. The friendly greeting of a friendly dog. The smell of paint or varnish. The sound of skates on thick ice. The lazy chirp of birds in the soring. The sound of a fish fighting the hook. A canoe caddie swishing through the water. The crunch of a cinder track. Diving into clear water. The twang of tennis racquet strings. Slao of skis after a jump. The surge of water abaft the rudder. Wind in the sails. Thrill at an exciting point in a mystery story. Tinkle of ice in a glass. Frost painted aspens and scarlet maples. Smell of damp leaves in the woods. The sigh of the wind in the pines. The hum of bees around a clover patch. The voice of a fox hound on a chill morning. The sizzling of bacon on a winter morning. The sound of Ray Noble’s theme song, The Very Thought of You. The sight of a teacher smiling. Going home from school. The thought of graduation. The popping of Ginger Ale. Tne feeling of fresh sheets. The cooling effect from a glass of cold milk on a hot day. A big, thick sandwich when one is hungry. 70 DISLIKES The drip, drip, drip of a water faucet which has not been closed tightly. The tick, tick, tick of the stately grandfather's clock as it stands against the wall. The honking, whistling, and rumble of cars in New York's heavy traffic zone. The hum and buzz of a noisy class as the school day begins. The screech of brand new chalk against the blackboard. Monday-the first day of school. The sound of a braggard talking about Buicks. The sight of snow. The end of hunting season. The discovery of a pen gone dry. A broken date. Being snowbound. A great deal of homework. Waiting for somebody. Soft pulpy paste. The smell of coal gas. The sensation of looking down from a high building. Going into class with the lesson unprepared. The first plunge into the water when swimming. Spring mud. Sarcastic people. Getting out of bed on a cold morning. Washing dishes. Singing of an amateur soprano. The smell of fresh paint. Snow down one's neck. Glasses all steamed when coming in from out of doors. A mosquito buzzing around your head at night. Eating fish with bones in it. The musty odor of an old house. Skidding on a banana skin. The hungry feeling at the mention of food about 11:30 A.M. 71 WINTER DAY How gray the sky and fathomless; How dim its space in emptiness. The light deceives and closer brings The mist of fog and shapeless things. How dull the day in drowsiness'; How still the wind in eeriness. All sound is muffled in the gloom; The lifeless earth is in her tomb. COMING OF SPRING The breezes tell the flowers that For days and months and weeks and years That often circling Time has sat His throne; and fleeting April s tears Have drowned the willows, sprung the flow'rs. The winter's chill has stilled its knife. Aurora brought by steeded hours Carves niches in the span of life. GOLD FOR THE WAR GOD Pile on oile and heap on heap, Gleaming coffers glinting cold; Bags and bags a million deep, Burning metal for the mold. Money, money, billions here, Rifles, bullets, helmets, steel; Dollars, dollars, time is dear, Whistles, work, men's frenzied zeal. Thousands, thousands, millions more, Slave and work, and rush and sweat. Millions, millions, billions for Cravings of that grim god yet. Laugh, ironic fate and smile At the cannons' heavy thud; At the marching men in file Soon to welter in their blood. Phyllis Menke 36 72 SINGING—VICE OR VIRTUE? There are few people who at some time pr other do not find an outlet for their emotions in song. Many people sing for pleasure, usually their own. It is surprising the number of people who belong to the singing in the bath group. I have known very dignified persons ,who would no more consider humming the latest popular song than they would appear on the street in overalls. And yet, on closer acquaintance, I discovered that these same persons are the originator of those gleeful arias resounding from the bathroom every morning. I myself like to sing, but unfortunately I am neither soprano npr alto, but somewhere in between, and consequently I am at a loss when the group begins singing in parts . It is not that I get off key, but rather that I cannot quite reach the high notes, and I can’t get down to the low ones. If only I could whistle, I should not mind so much, but I cannot even do that. I know a person who has a double whistle, and can whistle two notes at once, and I have come to the conclusion that somehow he obtained my whistle, and I am left with no musical accomplishments. The quartet is a very popular form of singing, and some really fine vocal work can be done by four willing and lusty-voiced persons. Two of the best-known songs rendered in classical manner by quartets are Sweet Adeline and I Won't Go Home Until Morning. Alas] the quartet is rapidly failing in present times due perhaps to the fact that people do not appreciate the music rendered so soulfully at about three in the morning, and moreover the tenor is very flat. Speaking of tenors, I believe that they are a menace to the public welfare. Perhaps, very rarely, one might be found who does not sing Trees or Mother Machree in a sort of falsetto-tremulo. Baritones and basses are my favorites, and I never miss an opportunity of hearing some low-voiced person sing Rocked In The Cradle Of The Deep. This singing has character. 73 Everyone has his favorite singer, from the young girl who prefers Bing Crosby to grandma, who never listens to anyone but cowboy yodelers. Is singing a virtue or a vice? I believe that one must consider the singer before answering that question. No matter how poor the voice, if the singer is happy, is he not getting some benefit from his self-made music? Then singing must be a virtue. I enjoy all kinds of singing; I will gladly listen for hours to Wagners’ operas; Lily Pons has a voice so lovely that it brings tears to my eyes; I enjoy Rudy Vallee's nasal intonations; and I will even listen to one of my classmates singing that cheerful little ditty entitled My Man's A Garbage Man. Upon discovering these opinions of mine on song, my friends have informed me that I am one of those easy going persons who are easily pleased, and they also have threatened me with dire vengeance if I attempt any vocal interpretations within hearing distance. Singing may be a virtue, they said, but yours is a vice. Phyllis Menke '36 74 WHERE IS IT? I wonder where Prosperity is, It hasn't been here, I'm sure. Can it be hiding and having fun While it's keeping people poor? Some say It's just around the corner — Maybe so, but you know what I think? I'll bet it's sick or indisposed 'Cause it won't even give us a wink. Depression has the upper hand, Or so it seems to me, Why it's popular with our 'big shot men' I swear, I cannot see! Well, perhaps if we wait just long enough By the time it finally comes, We'll all be old and so very gray. And maybe, we'll all be bums. We're told to keep our spirits up And Smile though it's through our tears, Soon it will come! but while we wait Weeks and months turn into years. Prosperity must be making a deal With the leaders of our nation, It's either working hopelessly hard, Or else it's on a vacation. Should we be laughing and feeling gay Instead of being gloomy? And should we yell and shout Hooray And not be sad or moony? I leave it to you and your common sense Do you know what it is we should do? If you do, then won't you please tell me? I certainly want to know, tpo. M. E. Deregon '37 75 Worries I lost my fountain pen today, When I go hone, what shall I say? I spilled some ink on Sister's shoe; For once I don't know what to do. I failed r.iy ’Rithmetic exam, And father says that dumb I am. The boys stole my new skatin' cap, Right now I see Mora's black eyes snap! I hit the teacher with a bean, The only thing is, I was seen! If you were bad, I bet you'd worry. Gee whiz! I'm late! I've got to hurry. Sister Sue If Sister hides her money purse, And then can't seem to find it, I always have to take the blame, But I don't seem to mind it. She always takes my skating hat She has one of her own-But red is more becoming With black hair, nearly grown. She reads my notes about the club And tells all her sweet pals, And then they snicker and make fun. Gee! but I do hate gals. When father talks to me at night, She busts in with a noisy crew There're many things that bother me, But worst of all is Sister Sue. 76 Mary Malley '37 SNAPSHOTS 1. Father standing at the window, staring at the snow blown into the walks he has just shoveled and from which exercise he has caught a cold. 2. A man, high in society, walks down the street and some mischievous boy, throwing snowballs, knocks off his hat. 3. Father coming home from work sees his new pipe in the mouth, his best silk hat on the head, and his cane in the hand of his eon’s snow man. 4. Mother, coming out into the yard to take down her sheets, finds they have made ideal targets for the boys' snowballs. 5. Children sitting at the window with .their noses pressed against the pane looking at the different shapes of snow flakes. 6. Angry children watching the neighborhood grouch throwing ashes on their best slide. 7. Happy groups of children riding in an old-fashioned sleigh. 8. Why mother gets gray’. Billy marches in the front room with snowy boots and soles covered with mud. Life's Darkest Moments’. 9. Mother refuses to let her son out again after he gets his feet wet. 10. Boy finds father has put into effect new law. If father falls over boy's skiis on back porch, hair brush will be used for something else than to keep the hair slick. 11. All the gang skiing and Sonny on detention for chewing gum in school. 12. Mbther needs paths under her clothesline and Sonny is chosen shoveler. 77 I W0HD3R I wonder if I ever shall Be different in a different way— Not grand nor rich nor specially great But in a perfect, different way. I wonder if the earth should turn And we should all be far away, Far from everybody else— I wonder what I'd say. I wonder if the sky were white And all the stars were green, Wnat color would make up the moon? And could the sun be seen? If it snowed and all the earth were under Could we get out again—I wonder??? Mary Malley '37 SNAPSHOT POEMS Slush! Slush! Slush! Hindering people in a rush. People skid and slide and slip, And get all soaked up to the hip. Children making houses of snow, Playing they are Eskimos. And children sliding down the hill, And skiers, skiing with greatest skill. Snow! Snow! Snow! Skidding cars going slow. And people taking nasty falls, Trying to dodge the boy's snowballs. 78 Kenneth Lundberg '41 LIMERICKS There was an old lady named Till, Who everyone thought was a pill; One day, by surprise, She opened their eyes By marrying 3uffalo Bill. There was a young girl by name Sal, Who everyone thought was a oal; When asked for a date, She’d always be late Except with a boy friend named Al. There was a young miser from Kent, Who hung on to every dear cent; A skunlc oassed his way, And he lived to reoay, For he could not get rid of the scent. There was a young lad from the West, And he was the kind we detest; With his soft Texas drawl Purty gals he'd enthrall, And we had to pick from the rest. Lucille Martin '36 Limericks There was a young man of Algiers, Who couldn't stand sobbing or tears; Each time someone cried, He'd rush from their side And make haste for the cup that cheers. There was a young man from the hills, Who gaily ate magical pills; He'd eaten a third When he turned to a bird, And now he sings nothing but trills. There was a young lady from Mars, Who never looked out for the cars; She walked out one night, Went past the green light, And soon she was crossing the bars. There was a young lady from Stratz, Who really was fond of her cats; 0 mv, what a sightJ She dyed them both white And dressed them most neatly in spats. There was a young preacher of York, Who reveled in brown beans and pork; He took fourteen helps, Let out sev'ral yelps. And stabbed himself then with his fork. There was a young lady of Plentz, Who never had very much sense; At the sound of a bell Out the window she fell, And ran fifty times 'round a fence. There was a young man from Verona, Who constantly wore a kimona; When people asked why, He'd utter a sigh, And say, Why, it's all for RaraonaJ Phyllis Menke 80 '36 Hs ATHLETICS As a result of an interview with Mrs. Ruth Kindness, the girls’ basketball coach, these facts have been obtained. The first question asked Mrs. Kindness was: How long have you been coaching here? Mrs. Kindness answered, Six years. When asked about the record of the teams she has coached, it was found that a total of seventy-five games have been played out of which fifty-six have been v on, eighteen lost, and one tied. Eight out of eighteen losses were from the West Hartford Deaf School,however, this school is in an entirely different class from high school,competition. The teams that have been champions of their league were those of 1931-32, 1933-34, 1934-35. Which has been your greatest team? From point of view of games won and lost, the team of 1932-33 has the best record, winning twelve out of thirteen games. There have been outstanding players of each team. How would it be able to improve your teams? It is difficult to choose a squad when there is no physical education program. One has to start, not only with an explanation of the game but with the fundamentals of handling and building up the body. What are the prospects of next year? Good. There are eight members of the squad left, two being Juniors, three Sophomores, and three Freshmen. Will there ever be more than one sport for girls to participate in at the Thomaston High School? No. The only other major sport usually conducted for girls is field hockey and because the equipment for this game is very expensive, there is no chance of having it. g3 Ernestine Ashak ’37 SPORTS IN THOMASTON HIGH SCHOOL Tne following facts were gathered in an interview witn our Director of Athletics, Mr. Mandel M. Green. Question No. 1: Mr. Green, how long have you been Director of Athletics here at Thomaston High School? Answer: I nave been connected with Athletics at Thomaston High School since the fall of 1928. Question No. 2: As basketball is the most popu- lar sport played at Thomaston High, wnat is ‘your record in games won and lost since 1928? Answer: Since 1928, the boys' basketball team nas played a total of 123 games, not including those played at the State Tournaments, winning 71 and losing 52. With our Western Connecticut Interscholastic league rivals, Watertown, Terryville, and Litchfield, we nave played 48 games, winning one-half of them for an average of .500. We have won 8 games and lost 8 to Terryville; won 9 and lost 7 to Watertown; and won 7 and lost 9 to Litchfield. Thomaston High School teams nave played 6 games at the State Tournaments, winning 3 and losing 3-being eliminated in the finals in 1933, in tne first round in 1934, and in the semi-finals in 1935. Question No. 3: In your opinion what is the greatest team you have coached here? Answer: As far as the records are concerned the 1932-'33 season team was the greatest. This team won 15 out of 16 scheduled games and in a play-off with Litchfield for the League championship was defeated by a score of 28-27. At the tournament held at Storrs College, this team defeated Nathan Hale High School, 32-16, Litchfield High 30-26, but were defeated by New Canaan High School in the finals by a score of 25-24, The members of this team were R. Welton, '33, center; R. Tnulin, '34, and H. Olcese, '33, forwards; J. Bogus '33,and F. Szmanski, '33, who were conceded by coaches wno witnessed the tournament the most outstanding pair of guards in any Class C-D school in Connecticut. The 84 team of the previous year, however, after a mid-season slump finished very strongly and possibly at the end of the season was stronger than the 1932-'33 squad. Question No. 4: Now, here is a question to which many of the students of Thomaston High School would like to know the answer. Since you have been coach here, who have been the three highest scorers on your teams? Answer: Up until last year, the highest scorer was Bob Welton, '33, who in playing 16 scheduled games in 1932-’33 season, scored 153 points. Last year this record was bettered by two players,—Harry Tiny -Thompson, '35, who scored 173 points and Henry Czyz, ’36, with 157 noints. This year, Henry Czyz as captain of the '35-’36 squad broke all records with 174 points, 19 of which were scored in the final game of the season, and in his last game for Thomaston High School. Question No.5: How do the boys in senior high school react towards athletics? Answer: Quite well, as about one-third of the 150 boys in high school are athletic-minded and generally turn out for basketball and baseball. Now with track, we shall have even a greater number of athletes participating in competitive sport for Thomaston High School. Question No. 6: About how long is the time that a small high school, such as Thomaston High, will have a run of good teams? Answer: A small school such as we are will be benefited with good teams for two or three years in succession and then will have an unsuccessful season or so until new material is developed. Question No. 7: Here is a question in which many are interested. Do you think that there will ever be more than two sports in Thomaston High School? Answer: I think not as it is very difficult for a small school to support more than a basketball and a baseball team, but if there is any possibility in the future of having more than two major sports, these 85 schools will develop track and soccer teams as they are inexpensive and offer the opportunity for a greater number of students to participate. Question No, 8: Last year a track team was formed here and in several meets met with a great deal of success, so we are interested to know if track is here to stay? Answer: I think it will be safe to say that from now on track teams will be a part of Thomaston High School's extra-curricular activities but only as an activity and not as an organized sport. Question No, 9: How do you account for the pub- lic's preference of basketball to baseball? Answer: The three main reasons that the public prefers basketball to baseball are (l) basketball is more spectacular than baseball as everything possible has been done to speed it up, while baseball haa changed hardly at all; (2) basketball comes at a time when there are not many other interests or amusements open to the public; and (3) climatic conditions play a great part in the activities of many people and for this reason you find many attending basketball games during the winter season, A baseball game is still comparatively dull and inactive for the most part, A basketball game is spectacular, people will pay to see a spectacle, and even though no admission is charged for baseball games in Thomaston, baseball is not a spectacle and therefore does not attract crowds. Question No, 10: Do you think we need a new court and seating facilities to take care of the capacity crowds that have been attending the basketball games recently? Answer: Yes, we really do need a new court and seating facilities, for if Thomaston High School teams were of championship calibre or not, the sport fans of Thomaston have always been generous and enthusiastio in their support of our teams and should be made as comfortable as possible while attending the games. Also lack of seating facilities is keeping a great number of people away from the games, for it is a known fact that many who formerly attended games before the rise 86 5f popularity of basketball in Thornaston do not attend now' it is difficult for them to find seats where they can witness the games in comfort. Question No. 11: What are your suggestions for improving Thornaston High School teams in the future? Answer: My only suggestion is to have Physical Education extending from Senior High School downto the fifth grade. As any coach will tell you athletics is nothing but fundamentals and to use these fundamentals proficiently, they must be practised in one's youth while the limbs and minds are plastic. With the present system, sophomores and juniors are only beginning to achieve when they graduate. Question No. 12: Last but not least is the question of the prospects for next year's basketball team? Answer: Although we lose one-half of the team's scoring power in the graduation of Captain Henry Czyz, the improvement of the team in the last few weeks of the season with its victories over Leavenworth and Watertown High Schools and after summer vacation when the squad reports for practice in the fall,the members should be wiser and more efficient which, therefore, seems to point out that next year's prospects will be fairly good. James O'Halloran '37 87 WHO WHEN T.H.S. —V SQUAD Newtown Nov. 22 8 -21 E. Ashak ' 37 Washington Nov. 29 24 -17 M. Barnell '38 Branford Dec. 13 14 E. Czyz ' 36 Terryville Dec. 20 31 -12 M. Guarnieri '36 Washington Dec. 27 30 -21 V. Kane 39 New Milford Jan. 11 32 —28 A. Krayeski •39 Watertown Jan. 24 21 -37 N. Krayeski '36 West Hartford Jan. 27 10 -14 H. Nyerick '37 Terryville Jan. 31 25 7 C. O'Brien ' 36 West Hartford ■Feb. 7 Q —19 M. Tycenski 38 New Milford Feb. 11 28 —18 C. Wood •38 Newtown Feb. 14 11 —47 Watertown Feb. 21 25 —25 Branford Feb. 25 24—- —34 Coach—Ruth Kindness ♦Out-of-Town Games Captain—C. O’Brien 88 6IRL S BASKETBALL TEAM BOY’S BASKETBALL TEAM WHO WHEN T.H.S.-V SQUAD Ridgefield. Nov. 22 18 20 T. Bogdanski '39 Washington Nov. 29 33 14 J. Bystry '38 ♦Leavenworth Dec. 6 26 20 H. Czyz '35 Collinsville Dec. 13 33 33 S. Czyz '36 ♦Terryville Dec. 20 31 31 E. Doyle '37 Washington Dec. 27 30 18 W. Dyson '38 Collinsville Jan. 7 19 33 A. Foster '36 New Milford Jan. 11 31 40 K. Johnson '38 ♦Litchfield Jan. 17 33 37 P. Sheremeta 37 ♦Watertown J an. 24 36 32 ♦Terryville Jan. 31 19 43 Am. School for Deaf Feb. 7 30 29 . New Milford Feb. 11 18 33 ♦Litchfield Feb. 14 33 33 ♦Watertown Feb. 21 33 17 ♦Leavenworth Feb. 28 32 38 Coach-M. K. Green Manager-L. Volovski Ass't Manager-J. O'Halloran Captain-H. Czyz 91 League Games DRAMATICS Rehearsals have begun for the annual school olay which is to be presented on March 24th. Under the direction of Miss Ingalls steady progress is being made toward as nearly perfect a performance as possible. The olay chosen this year is entitled One Mad Night , and it promises to live up to its name. The cast is as follows: Donald Cutter-------------Lawrence Volovski Lucille Karcy-------------------Marion Doran Wing (Chinese manservant)------Ted Beardslee Priscilla------------------------Betty Andros Lady MacBeth-------------------Lucille Mart in John Alden--------------------------------John Senew Hr. Hyde--------------------------Luke Martin Dr. Bunn---------------------Renard Levesque Mrs. Kluck----------------Elizabeth Dickson Gertrude Finch-------------------------Barbara Doty Mrs. T. Ashington Finch------Betty Kunnewell Depression (colored maid)-Elizabeth Kurdeka Artemus Burke----------------Sigurd Rosengren Danny Siletto-------------Albert Ciafardone The play concerns a young, ambitious (?) playwright who goes to his house in the country in search of Deace and quiet in which to comnlete the third act of a olay upon which he is working. His search fails completely, for he finds his long deserted house turned into an asylum for insane patients. One of these patients, a beautiful female maniac, further comolicates the oldt and adds the necessary heart interest . Incidentally, the crazy characters have a lot more fun than the saner members of the cast. Altogether, it’s an amusing play and should be thoroughly enjoyed by all who attend the performance. 92 SEVENTH GRADE THE PRESS NEWS The year 1935 marked the introduction of a self-supporting school paper to the students of Thomaston High School. This paper in bulletin form, containing notes on school activities, anecdotes, announcements, and sport write-ups, was posted every Friday on classroom bulletin boards. The paper, typed by the commercial students, first appeared on October 24, and was published every week thereafter. A staff of eight students is in charge of the paper. This staff is changed every six weeks. Larger editions of the Press News were published at Thanksgiving and Christmas. These editions, containing besides school notes and news, literary work of the students and sketches, were sold to the students at a small sum. Several years ago a school magazine, entitled The Screamer was printed weekly. Since then the Press News has been the first student paper to appear. Christopher Martin 37 95 THE LIBRARY The Library is divided into several sections, one for the professional books, one for encyclopedia, one for English and literature, one for history and economics and still another for magazines. There is also a magazine rack where the latest current issues are kept. This Library was straightened out and remodeled three years ago, but since then little has been done until lately. For the last three years many new books have been added, some books have been misplaced, while others are being checked, catalogued, and rearranged. When it is completed it is hoped that the Library will be more orderly and that books will be signed for when they are taken from the Library and checked off when they are returned. Due to the crowded conditions of the school, classes are now being held in the Library which makes it impossible for students to use the books in their regular reference work except through the teachers. It is hoped that a plan can be divised whereby these books can be obtained more systematically and the Library can be kept more orderly. Alice Lackman 36 96 THE CURRENT FORUM The Current Forum was formulated with the knowledge that the club's purpose is to develop leadership and promote a better understanding of current problems. The club was organized February 3, 1936 by Mr. Green who acted as advisor. It was decided there would be election of officers and that the meetings would be held every Friday thereafter in rotating periods in order to make the Forum Club a more stable organization without causing complaints from the faculty concerning students who miss classes, A constitution was drawn up by a committee chosen by the advisor and by this document the members must abide. It was decided that the officers of the club should consist of a president, a secretary, a treasurer, and three other merpbers on the official board. It was voted that a rotating chairman would be advisable to take charge of discussion, giving every member a chance to show his leadership. Those selected first were the Seniors with the Juniors having their turn next year. The selection was arranged alphabetically. The club was to follow the rules of parliamentary procedure. The members must stand, address the chairman, and after receiving his recognition, speak their views. A calendar was arranged, on which the important topics to be discussed at a later date will be placed, and only by an immediate action of the Executive Committee can the calendar be changed. Any student of the Junior or Senior class may obtain membership if he is recommended to the secretary by two distinguished members in good standing. He will be voted upon by the forum group and if he is favored by two-thirds vote his admittance is granted, A member, if deadwood , may be dropped in this same manner. 97 JUNIORS On September 4, 1935 the Junior Class started with an enrollment of seventy-two members. We were very unfortunate in losing seven of our would-be Juniors: Dorothea Gross, Annabelle Pader, Frances Sanford, Charles Dobos, Armand Levesque, Walter Sipkowski, and Henry Kuharskey. We are proud to have so many outstanding members in our class. The boys who have participated in basketball are Edward Doyle and Philip Shermeta, with James O'Halloran as assistant-manager; in baseball Captain George Kloss, Merle Petlak, Philip Shermeta, Edward Doyle, and Manager James O'Halloran. Ernestine Asnak and Harriet Nyerick are the only Junior girls participating in basketball. The Juniors on the track team were Donald Brown, George Kloss, Maurice Malley, Philip Sheremeta and Raymond Gooley. The class officers are president:James O'Halloran vice-president, Christopher Martin; secretary, Sigurd Rosengren; treasurer, Ralph Wolf. The honorable Juniors who tried out for parts ranging from a mad man to a lawyer in the Dramatic Club s Play were Sigurd Rosengren, Barbara Doty, Betty Kunnewell and Luke Martin. xhe Thomaston High School Press News , which has been reorganized this year, has on its staff a number of Juniors; Ernestine Ashak, assistant editor; news editor, Christopher Martin; athletic editor, James O'Halloran; reporters:Esther Johnson, Minnie Volchuck, Jeanette Benedict and Lucille MacRoberts. On the staff of the Owl are found Christopher Martin, Mary Malley, George Dewell, Ernestine Ashak, James 0 Halloran, Betsy Blakeslee, Esther Johnson, Jeanette Benedict and Lucille MacRoberts. T?e Juniors held one party this year in October with the present graduating class as guests and were guests at a party on February 25 given by the Seniors for the Juniors. QQ SOPHOMORE CLASS Tne History of the Sopnomore Class Most of the members of our class began school in 1926. When we were in the third grade a number of pupils from the Brick School joined us. In the fourth grade we lost two classmates, Luke Martin and George Dewell, who skipped the fifth grade. During our sixth school year we had the opportunity of choosing different projects to study throughout the year. There were three choices: sewing, basketry, and carpenter work. These unusual courses taught us something out of our usual scnool line. In 1932 a very thrilling event took place. We were transferred to the High School Building. Meanwhile some more students had joined us: Betty Galway, Anna Strahan, Gene Menke, and Elizabeth Kurdeka. When we were Freshmen, our class officers were President, Wallace Dyson; Vice President, Kenneth Johnson; and Secretary and Treasurer, -Clotilde Wood. Our officers this year are as follows: President, Wallace Dyson; Vice President, Helen Atwood; and Secretary and Treasurer, Kenneth Johnson. The class now numbers 64, and we hope every member will be preparing to graduate in two years. 101 Helen Atwood 38 FRESHMAN HISTORY On September 4, 1935 we entered the Freshman class. We thought we were big, especially when we had a class meeting and elected the following officers : President, James Wilson; Vice-President, Jean North ; Treasurer and Secretary, Betty Andros. But the showdown came when the basketball season was to begin. The High School was going to have a race in selling basketball tickets, the class which sold the most tickets to be given a party by the losing class. The losing class would also have to serve refreshments. Imagine our feelings when the Freshman class lost and we had to give a party to the seventh grade.' We weren't so big then. We had one day in which to plan the party, but I guess we were more grown up than we thought for everything was ready on timej We played games and did the Virginia Reel; according to schedule Dorothy Vogt was going to show moving pictures but we all couldn't get around to see it so this was postponed. Next we had refreshments, with Virginia Kane furnishing a pie for Mr. Green, after which the seventh graders said they had had a good time and went home. The class showed good school spirit when a number tried out for basketball, and four were lucky enough to make the team. The Freshman English classes gave two plays over the radio which were entitled Treasure Island and A Glimpse of Stephen Foster . From the future we don't demand much, but how about that promised party, faculty? Jean North '39 102 Seven til Grade Girls — 39 Boys----33 Eighth Grade Girls — 27 Boys--------45 103 WHO'S WHO The following have had Derfect attendance for the years 1932, 1933, 1934, 1935. Esther Johnson Elizabeth Kurdeka The following students ance for three of the four 1935. Mario De Pecol Madeline Deregon Harold Fowler William Kishlook John Longo Lucille MacRoberts Mary Mailey have had perfect attend-years, 1932, 1933, 1934, William Perchuck Thomas Pfaefflin Sigurd Rosengren Marion Sitkiewicz Lawrence Volovski Peter Yarema SEASON TICKET SALE Eugene Torrence was awarded the prize for selling the largest number of season tickets for basketball. Marion Wight and Robert Henderson were tied for second place. George Dewell was awarded a fountain pen for the highest grade in a Current Event Contest sponsored by the Scholastic Magazine. Several other pupils received a high score, but in order to win a fountain pen it was necessary to have 65 out of the 100 points possible in the test. This year many of the Commercial Seniors have been working for Shorthand awards. So far many of them have the 60-word certificate and the following have the 80-word: Catherine O'Brien, Jane Johnston, Alice Lackman, Thelma Wedge, Dixie Johnson, and Althea Pfaefflin. The complete theory certificate has been received by Mary Blasko, Eleanor Czyz, Robert D'Fiore, Dixie Johnson, Jane Johnston, Nellie Krayeski, Alice Lack-man, Dorothy Noack, Catherine O'Brien, Althea Pfaeff-1 in, Thelma Wedge, Agnes Wisneski, Ann Zutaut, Stella � utaut. 104 FRESHtlAN CLASS EIGHTH CLASS COMMERCIAL CLUB A Senior Commercia3. Club was organized at Thomaston this year. Until Christmas vacation meetings were held each alternate Thursday, but between January and March club meetings were discontinued because of weather conditions. Many of the really active members of the Club came from outlying districts and would have been unable to attend meetings owing to traveling conditions. The Club was formed for both educational and social reasons. The regular meetings are held in the typewriting and shorthand rooms as spebd tests and dictation practice are given. The supplementary shorthand reading books are limited but the students themselves subscribe to the Gregg Writer which contains outside reading. Many of the members are working for their 100 and 120-word certificates, and by extra practice at the weekly meetings may be able to earn them. Since the typewriting is limited to one year in Thomaston the extra practice ha.s to come outside of school hours. The meetings are not all work. At one evening meeting a Mock Trial was given and at Christmas time a party and an amateur hour. At present four different groups are rehearsing plays which will be given o.t club meetings. These plays are from the book Key$ and Cue$ and dramatize business altitudes, customs, practices, and contacts. At a future meeting a demonstration of as many machines as possible will be given. The Office Practice course is almost entirely theoretical as far as machine work is concerned because of the limited number of machines,. This year the membership has been restricted to Seniors, but Juniors are to be invited to become members in May. This will provide a start for next year's Club. All Senior class members having a mark of 75 or above were allowed to join the club. In a larger school a higher average might be-required, but in Thomaston the Commercial seniors number only 25 and it seemed as if the club should benefit all who really wanted to become members. 105 TuFWMSGiviWG Rentier Ci LLri Ohl Ofll ©fSCrtocu Tw� V)o -S£WioR CL %$ PPfify y,pP(E[ OC � I 8ft5KET6fiiLqn er Th5 vs. RiOCiERELO ADI SSioN « • � � T.ifsTBRtKlTe«U(J� iOC SC HOOu ? LP. y T.'usT'Baseball Each, year this section of the Owl is set aside and respectfully dedicated to the Alumni of Thomaston High School. May the class of 1936 follow the high example set by those who have preceded us and may we achieve the success attained by our Alumni. Ill The following list includes the corrections and changes in the graduates of the classes from 1887— 1935 Class of 1904 Robert Wolf---deceased. Class of 1905 John Greene--------Newspaper work---------Pennsylvania Class of 1906 Katherine Ryan---deceased. Class of 1907 Lillian Smith----------Teacher--------Terryville, Conn. Class of 1912 Irene Bailey—(Mrs. Arthur Legualt)------Montreal, Canada Class of 1914 Catherine Higgins---(Mrs. William Moran)------Thornaston Class of 1917 Jennie Byers—(Mrs. William Martin)-Plantsville, Conn. Class of 1918 Anna Lipman---------------------------Bridgeport, Conn, Class of 1919 Helen Gangloff------(Mrs. William Miller)-----Thornaston Class of 1922 Miriam Murphy----------Music Teacher---------New York Class of 1923 Ralph Barnes—Conn. Light Power Co.-Waterbury, Conn. 112 Marguerite Danaher ■R. N. Thomaston Class of 1924 Philip Ryan-----------Insurance------------Thomaston Class of 1926 Hayden Hotchkiss—Scovill Office----Waterbury, Conn. Enos O'Connell-----------M. D.-----Unionville, Conn. Class of 1927 Esther Flynn------Sister Thomas Aqinas------Hartford Dorothy Hotchkiss-----Brown and Thompsons---Hartford Class of 1928 Mary Heffernan--------Shoe Hardware--------Waterbury William O'Brien---Seth Thomas Clock Co.----New York Louretta Warenberger------------------------Hartford Class of 1929 Rose Braxl-------------------R-N.----------Waterbury Ola Dutcher------------------R-N.---------Waterbury Bernice Florian----------------------------Thomaston Minerva Mattoon-----------Teacher----------Thomaston Edith Monahan----------State Capitol--------Hartford Helen Scott--------.(Mrs. Edward Leavy)-Terryville Charles Tibbals—.--------------------------Thomaston Class of 1930 Robert Graham-----Lyon's Transportation Co.Thomaston Sybil Mattoon—(Mrs. Clement Holbrook)-----Torrington Mary Sullivan-(Mrs. Joseph Lennon)----Oldtown, Maine Class of 1931 Edna Atwood-----------------R- N-----------Waterbury Frederick Flynn---Lyon's Transportation Company------ Thomaston Doris Lamb--------Hartford Hospital---------Hartford 113 Claes of 1932 Helen Shearer-----(Mrs. Henry Davis)----Thompson, Conn. Margaret Taylor-------------------------------Thomaston James Torrence--------------------------------Thomaston Vincent Volovski--Conway’s Clothing Store-----Thomaston Class of 1933 Donald Fraser---- Ebba Gustafson---- Marion Kane------- Helen Neil-------- Eleanor Phillips— Catherine Reeves— Regina Reeves----- Robert Welton----- ■Thomaston Savings Bank----Thomaston ---(Mrs. Harold Gill)-----Thomaston Waterbury, Conn. Greenwich Hospital--------Greenwich -----Dental Hygienist-----Thomaston Dancing Teacher—Hudson Falls, N. Y. ------------------Hudson Falls, N. Y. W. T. Grant Co.-------Thomaston Class of 1934 tt™°A---;---------------------------Thomaston Girard Bradshaw---Seth Thomas Clock Co.-----Thomaston Paul Chapman------Atwood Motors Co.----------Terryville harriet Dickenson---------Plume Atwood------Thomaston Lorraine Gooley---(Mrs. Edward Schreiner)-----Thomaston Esther Gotsell-------------------------------Thomaston Jane Hurlburt--------------------------- Haven, Conn. Martha Johnson---------Chase Co.-------------Waterbury Edith Lamo--------Hartford Hospital------------Hartford £dna ijuboyeski---(Mrs. Reno Rossi)--------Torrington Hermida Lundberg----------Chase Co.----------Waterbury Paul p Brien------Seth Thomas Clock Co.-------Thomaston Harold Olcese-----Lyons Transportation Co.---Thomaston Helen Pfaefflin-----(Mrs. Francis Emigh)-------Hartford Jane Rasinsky-----(Mrs. Francis Donovan)------Thomaston Grace Ryan--------Waterbury Clock Co.---------Waterbury Joseph Sullivan---Post Business College-----Waterbury Robert Thulin- J -Thomaston r'VClass of 1935 Thelma Atkinson---------------p q._____ Lorraine Barbaret---------------1 1_____ Russell Barrington--------Chase Co._____ Eleanor Benson----Post Business College' Alexander Biedrzycki-------------------- Gertrude Bradshaw----------------------- -Thomaston -Thomaston Waterville -Waterbury -Thomaston -Thomaston 114 Gordon Coates--------------------------------Thomaston Frances Cribley----Seth Thomas Clock Co.-----Thomaston Frances Didsbury---(Mrs. Stephen Danaher) Thomaston Robert Elty----------------------------------Thomaston Edward Fowler--------------------------------Thomaston Janet Fraser-------Hairdressing School-------Waterbury Maurice Grieco----------------------------Northf ield, Conn. Philemon Hewitt---------------------------Northf ield, Conn. Priscilla Hewitt-Bay Path Inst itu,te-Springf ield, Mass. Annie Hulme—Sherman K. Ives, Insurance Office—Milton Robert Kelley------Madden's Gas Station------Tnomaston Anna Kishlook------Post} Business College----Waterbury Walter Kloss----—First National Store--------Thomaston Genia Krayeski--Hartford Academy of Hairdressing------ Hartford John Kurdeka---------------------------------Thomaston Nancy Lake---Connecticut State College---Storrs, Conn. Mary A. Lauretano--Lauretano’s Shoe Store----Thomaston Mary T. Lauretano—Willow Cleaners Dyers----Thomaston Joyce Lawrence—------------------------------Thomaston Edith Lundberg- -----------------------------Thomaston Elizabeth McIntyre’—Post Business- College---Waterbury Margaret McMahon—Perry's Business College----Waterbury Ida Mueller-----Seth Thomas Clock Company----Thomaston John Mushlook----------------------—United States Navy Lena Platts-------Waterbury Art School---- Leo Puzacke-------------------------- Mary Ross--------Post Business College---- Simeon Sachner—Connecticut 3tate College- Michael Serduck--------------------------- Myrtle Simpson--------------- Mildred Spurr------------- --------------- Margaret Stevens----------------------- William Sullivan----First National Store-- Helen Taylor------Seth Thomas Clock Company—Thomaston Jessie Terwilliger-Perry's Business College Waterbury Ruth Terwilliger—Perry's Business College Waterbury Harry Thomson-------Latimer's Drug Store-----Thomaston Olga Volchuck-------------------------------- Eric Winzer---Gross Manufacturing Company----Tnomaston Mary Yarema------Post Business College----- Waterbury Thomaston Thomaston Waterbury ---Storrs Thomaston ■Thomaston Campville •Thomaston ■Thomaston 115 4 . • -- ■ ; 1 -c - v .v I -r •■Vw- - . v X'. 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