Thomaston High School - Owl Yearbook (Thomaston, CT)

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CLASS Vi ILL We, the class of 1946 of the Thomaston High School, being of sound mind and memory, do, make, publish and declare this to be our last Will and Testament, To the Faculty----V.'e leave the hope that the Classes to follow will obey and cooperate as well as we h8ve done. To the Freshmen---We leave the information that Mr. Ebner's bark is a great deal worse than his bite. To the Sophomores----We leave our ability to get the most with the least amount of effort; also, Miss Keenan's ansv er book. To the Juniors----We do give and bequeath the following legicies; To Joan Anderson and Mildred Neddermann--Dorothy Ruggie's and Barbara Fox's ability to shoot oaskets. To Marilyn Brown and Jean Jennings—Ethel Sanford's and Patsy Winter's gift for enjoying life. To Ruth Callahan—Thurza Dellib r's efficiency in taking attendance To Minnie Cockayne and Arlene Pader--Mary Lou Klaneski's three V's-vim, vigor 'and vitality. To James Doyle--Joe Kwiatkoskl's speed on the soccer field. To Arthur Fenn--John Fairchild's success at farming. To Arlene Gillman—Gloria Knightly's life's ambition to be a nurse. To Herman Glass and Richard Johnson—Mary Robert's experiments in chemical research. To Gilda Gray and Helen Kwetkus—Betty Monahan's (?) neat locker. To Eleanor Orohoski and Dorothy '‘illiams—Michael Senew's driving ability, however slight. To Lachlan Harkness--Peggy Ferguson's culinary art. To Phyllis Heinze—Marjorie Fuller's artistic talent. To Richard Hoyt—Casimer Hcdkoskl's skis to get him to school on time. To Judy Hutchinson—Florence Luboyeskl's argumentativeness. To Harry Innes--David Potter's dash on a tennis court. To Kathleen Kiefer—Oertude Warmer's ease on skates. To Rose Lynch—Gay Brszee's nonchalance. To Mortimer Madden and Zenobia Hodkoski—Walter Robinson's skill in Jerking sodas. To Robert McQuarrie—James Kennedy's skill in running the baaes. To Eleanor Nadeau—Thomas Skulskl's intuition for always knowing what is going on in the classroom. To Reginia Novakowski and Audrey Rupenski—Ruth Thompson's typing technique. To Alice Oleshko—Frances Kakowski's skill in turning out the Hi-Llte Review. To Mary O'Neil—Edwin Pratt's gift of gab. To Joan O'Neill—Mary Ann Ozerhoski's 90's in mathematics. To Dorothy Ptachcinski and Berenice Whiteley—Harold Rogazinskl's talkativeness. To Lois Richards—Shirley Kipp's variety of sweaters to add to her own assortment. To James Sheldon and James O'Neil—Paul Haddon's oratorioal ability. To Alphonse Slplowski—Evelyn Rudberg's drawings to illustrate his essays. To Charles Small and Shirley Sanderson—Patsy Dimaria's skill in parliamentary procedure. To Nelda Smith—Tommy Innes's skill in avoiding telephone poles. To Richard Tingle—Richard Smith's and Ira HOyt's WOLF CALL. To Richard Warner—Ray Baldwin's mechanical skill. In witness whereof, we have hereunto set our hand and seal, this first day of June, the Year of Our Lord, nineteen hundred and forty-six.

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12 Richard W. Smith Dick” Track 4 Ruth E. Ihomaon Ruthie Class Basketball 1,3,4 Tri-Y Club 4 Honor Society 4 Gertrude E. Werner Gertie Orchestra 1,2 Class Basketball1,4 Glee Club 1,2 Tri-Y Club 2,3,4 Hi-Lite Club 3,4 Patricia E. Winters Pat Varsity Basketball 1 Class Basketball 2 Tri-Y Club 4 Class Motto—Forwards Ever. Backwards Never Class Colors—31ue and White Class Flower—Rose

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CLASS PROPHECY 1946 I 5 We take you now to the moon where the never-to-be-forgotten- class of 19 hundred and 46 Is holding its twenty-fifth anniversary. These famous men and women are gathered here for the grand opening-of Moonshine Manor, owned and operated by Patsy Dimaria and his assistant, Ray Baldwin. The class arrived at the moon on the Luna Rocket ship piloted by the adventurous Edwin Pratt co-owner of the forst rocket ship company. His partner, Casimer Hodkoski, has performed miracles in designing these fabulous air palaces. Moonshine Manor was designed by that renowned architect, Miss Marjoiie Fuller, and the contracting job was done by Thomas Innes. We now take you to the Luna Room the luxurious salle 6 manger of Moonshine Manor. In the corner near the smorgosbord we find that man of the world, Harold Stanley Rogozinski. At another table wo come upon Miss Patricia Winters, alluring model for Ruggie Fashions Inc., owned by none other than Dorothy Ruggle. Walking among the tables is Shirley Kipp, director of Candid Camera Close-Ups Inc. At still another table v e see novelist Frances Kakowski, editor of American News Features, and with her, her private secretary, the girl who has achieved the greatest speed and accuracy in typewriting, Gertrude Werner. In the other corner are seated three prominent personages: our dear President, Paul Haddon, his private nurse-Marianne OzerhOski, and Ethel Sanford, his confidential secretary. The class numismatician, Walter Robinson, is surrounded by a host of lovelies among whom Gay Brazee is outstanding, while leaning against a tall, white pillar in an exotic black dress stands our world-travler, red-headed Thurza Delliber. And now onto the floor walks our master of cermonies David Potter distinguished looking in his full-dress suit. He introduces the first number, Habanera from Carmen, sung by sultry Mary Lou Klaneski. At the conclusion of this aria, the spotlight shifts to that glamorous woman of adventure, Liz Monahan, the dare-devil stunt driver of the modernistic bi-plane autos; who tomorrow will display her skill in an air show in the first exhibition of this kind on the moon. At a table close by, we see the two men who have performed miracles in farming on the surface of the moon, John Fairchild and Richard Smith. In their party we find Michael Senew, animal breeder, who has crossed animals from the moon with mink and obtained luxurious lavender fur; also Joseph Kwiatkoski, the great mathematician. Entering the Luna Room are Marguerite Ferguson, Gloria- Knightly and Evelyn Rudberg, the three top executives of tie American Nursing Assoc. A fanfare Is heard, now, as Mary Allison Roberts and her Hubba, Hubba Girls start the opening bars of the number Magic Is The Moonlight sung by our crooner, the roan who made the song famous, none other than Jim-m-mie Kennedy. The crowd goes mad with applause as Kennedy walks off the