Torrington High School - Torringtonian Yearbook (Torrington, CT)

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The Log of the Good Ship Senior T.H.S. '36 0-0 One bright and sunny afternoon in September. 1932, the good ship T.H.S. '36, freighted with the prospects of a future Senior class, gallantly sailed away from home port, outward bound across the unknown sea of school. Painted a deep royal blue to reveal to the world its courageous spirit, and set with sails of gleaming silver, the ship reflected the untir- ing ambition, perseverance. and willingness of the crew to accept any training that would help it face whatever difficulties the future might have in store. Of the sisterhood of ships to sail from home port, Torrington High School, the T.H.S. '36 was the first to sail alone in the afternoon. With no supposedly wiser, older seamates to annoy us. we immediately set about to convert our somewhat perplexed crew into a well-organized group of seamen. Looking over the ship's various documents, I came across a Log , and upon opening it, I discovered it to be a record of the various achievements, capers, rough goings, and peculiar experiences of the crew. Unlike other ship's crews, we did not elect officers to guide us through the Sea of Destiny, but relied upon the abilities of Afterguard Skipper, C. W. Johnson. Skipper Johnson first announced that all hands should go into the assembly hall, for he had several surprises for us. First, he informed us that the Freshmen would have their own chorus this trip, an announce- ment that was greeted with delight from those who were suffering from seasickness-here was a way for them to give vent to their feelings. We were given instructions on how to behave in the presence of our shipmates and commanders, and then dismissed. Whereupon, Bob Bligh became so enthusiastic in his desire to go out and do right, that he quite forgot himself, and in his haste to leave the hall. tripped Edith Elliott, giving the young lady a pair of black and blue knees. Meanwhile the rest of the crew was doing all right for itself, or was it? From the doors of Cabin 11, came groans of misery. At first we were inclined to think it was someone suffering from that well known mal de mer , but discovered it to be poor old Joe McGowan, cowering under the wrath of Miss Brown, whose chief job was to try to teach the crew Latin. i 1 The mal de mer sufferers had followed Skipper Johnson's sug- gestion, and had joined the chorus. Poor Miss Burns was confronted - -l---1935-----

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with the wails of Paul Horvay, Kenneth Werner and Patsy DeGiovanni, who howled and moaned away their misery. Remember the first party we had in the gym? Everyone turned out in his best bib and tucker. The antics of Homer Wheeler in an effort to learn how to dance were something the crew will never forget. Four years of ardent practice have made him T.H.S. '36's Astaire. The only drawback of these parties was the lack of bold male seamen. To observe Tommie Quartulli now, after his course on how to overcome bashfulness. who would guess he was classed with the shy members? A Do you remember the play Commodore Wood presented to us the week before Christmas shore-leave? Jerry Dwyer convincingly played the old grandmother, supported by Angela Wall. and upset by Homer Wheeler, the appalling detective, who scared Kay Malahan and Mike Catino out of their colored make-up. Harriett Coffey had a mania for arranging flowers. Upon return from a two week shore-leave. the ship encountered rough weather. We retired to our cabin rooms, storm clouds rose,-a few men fell overboard-then mid-term exams were over. We were mustered together again for the freshman speaking con- tests. Our crooner shipmate, Arnold Rocco. was one of the contestants, but Rufus discovered that he had better luck when he stuck to his singing, in which he couldn't be beat. It was a long time before we were assembled together again, but finally hearing strains from the assembly hall, we peeked in and found the famous Freshman Quartette, composed of such members as Lois Brenker and Helen Przemylski, led by Mary Gleeson, valiantly striving to sing to the Maine Stein Song, the words written by our own Kay Malahan. At about this time the cooks in the galley rooms complained of the theft of several boxes of Wheatena and a few cans of spinach- The mys- tery was solved by the famous policeman, Ken Werner. Ken knew that Jerry and Kay were greatly in need of extra muscle in order to pull him and Reiny Herman over the window sill and suspected the two young lady gobs of being the thieves, a presumption which turned out accord- ing to his theories. Most of us were puzzled about this window-sill bus- iness, but when we saw the play, A Case of Suspension , the haziness was clarified. What we were not aware of was that Commodore Wood and the other members of the cast were worried lest the added strength of the two girls would pull the scenery as well as Ken and Reiny over the sill. It was during this same production that the crew of the T.H.S. '36