Torrington High School - Torringtonian Yearbook (Torrington, CT)

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Exams faced us for the third time-and We again lost some of our ship- mates. Resuming our usual routine with a few scars and wounds, we began to notice our crew was fast becoming a necessity to the welfare of the school. We took the cake everywhere. Angela Wall walked off with the laurels of the Senior Speaking Contest. Albert Signorelli, better known as Siggy to his seamates, and publicly as T.H.S.'s Clark Gable, stole the show in the production, A Hidden Guest , even if his appearance in a bathing suit was rather indiscreet. Were we beginning to rate, or weren't we? Our young lady gobs were also trespassing on upper-class decks. Elinor Abeling, who has the reputation of being the crew man-getter, ,firmly held in her net a much-in-demand senior athlete, and refused to let go..Alta Granger also Whipped another upper-class mate into her embrace. Most of the sailors attributed the charm of the '36ers to the cookies Pete Hoysradt very often sneaked out of the back door for, whenever the opportunity and money prevailed. Speaking of Pete and his cookies, recall, my dear shipmates, those nf us who had given Pete our well-earned, saved, or stolen dimes to buy us cookies, only to learn that Skipper Jeffrey, who had gotten wind of the situation, had encountered Pete on deck and sweetly asked him if he intended to eat all those doughnuts by himself. To Pete's meek Yes , the Skipper replied, Prove it! So Pete went to it. Needless to say Pete was absent for a few of the following days. Some say it was a case of suspension. but most of us say it was a case of too much doughnuts. In spite of the fact that I haven't previously mentioned report cards, don't think We didn't have them. There were times when some of us were sailing in the hot-waters surrounding the Red Sea. It was around this time that we ran into another one of those ter- rible storms. The effects on some of us were so great that we were as- signed a three n1onth's shore-leave. Back from our shore-leave, we found a political upheaval in Cabin 25. The crew, after two years without guidance, finally chose officers. Gene Hubbard manned the helm, Alma Rossi acted as First Mate, Dot Dwan was ship's yeoman, and Pete Hoysradt iilled the duties of Slop- chest's Keeper. Silence reigned! The gobs in Cabins 34 and 25 held their breaths in silent admiration. From the top deck to the hold could be heard the strains of Aupres de ma blonde and Au claire de la lune emanating from the resonant chords of Siggy , who did his best to relieve the mon- otony of the French class. 1- --1936- - --

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sunny days. Mary Gleeson tried to give Juliet competition by enacting the famous love scene from one of Mertz's upper windows. Several of the crew had caught the romantic atmosphere that pre- vails on every ship. Bill Morrison and Harriett Coffey, the girl who stopped traflic by insisting upon eating a hot-dog in the middle of a busy thoroughfare, could often be seen, heads together, sentimentally humming I'm in Love With You, Honey, while Heney did his best to persuade Kitty to harmonize Two Together with him, but Kitty could- n't be persuaded. Eddie Kaleel, Camel-Rider in person, made the art of dog-chasing his business. Eddie was seen trying to chase a poor little dog out of the school. We wondered if Eddie was chasing the dog or the dog was chas- ing Eddie. To this query Eddie replies, It's as good an excuse as any for not attending classes. During this voyage, Commodore Pease, one of our best liked com- manders passed away, and although few of us had known him, we sin- cerely regretted his passing. Seasickness was not as prevalent on this voyage as it had been on the first, but just to be sure that no one had, in the course of our rough goings, been encumbered, X-Rays were taken of every seaman on board. The results were not too saddening and everything was declared ship- shape. Am I late? Am I late? What time is it ? -without a doubt it's Jack Tynan, keeping his reputation of fooling the bell by arriving at 7:59M, and causing many bets to be lost on the clock. Declamation contests were still in vogue, and we find several of the crew in assembly hall valiently striving to be second Demosthenes. Among them was Elizabeth Clark, who, anxious to hasten the holiday with its promise of another shore leave, sweetly recited 'Twas the Nite Before Christmas. Rubbers! Rubbers! and more rubbers! Cabin 11 was struck with a deluge of rubbers. In spite of the fact that the accusing eye pointed to Ernie Lacore, under whose seat the deluge had occurred, he emphatical- ly declared he was innocent. It never was discovered who had collected those rubbers, was it, Alma Buzzi? Elsie Sawitzke, one of our brighter seaniates, wandering around the decks with that far away look in her eye, Woke up to find herself in Cabin 37, much to the Wrath of the seniors. Was her face red or was her face red? Whether Elsie did it intentionally to impress a certain senior or whether it was accidental is one of the unsolved mysteries of the class. Unfortunately, our voyage was again interrupted by rough going.

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THE LOG! ' '- In the fo'castle library, the favorite assembling place of the crew, Matt Scanzano. head gum distributor and instigator of the gum-chewing club, was putting his squad through their paces. The incessant chewing of Dink Hurlbut, Reiny Herman, Heney Zele, and Matt himself threat- ened to capsize the ship. Even on our good ship, the B.V.D. Company was Well represented. Not to be outdone by his fellow student stylists, Ken Werner, in keeping with the ship colors, strode out onto the deck clad only in his blue and silver shorts, accompanied by the gasps of the shocked CD dramatic ap- preciation club. On the athletic field our seamen were well representedg Eddie Kaleel captained the football team, keeping up the crew's reputation of being the most energetic crew to sail from home port, Torrington High School. Larry Mencuccini, George Monte, Bob Driscoll, Tommie Quar- tulli, Eddie Chaberek. and Gene Hubbard, helped to provide a scrappy football team. Guiltily emerging from behind dark corners on the moon flooded decks were many loving couples, one of them turned out to be Heney and Kitty fevidently the lad had persuaded the maidlg another Elinor Abeling and-I can't tell you who it is because by the time I do, it may be someone else. Billy and Harriett were still there, and Dot Dwan was with-well, if it's football season it's probably Gene, but if it's basket- ball season, it's probably Frankie. Then I saw the biggest and best ro- mance of all-Pete and Sis! Meanwhile, in Cabin 16, Helen Radzevich was trying to tell Mr. Dorin that Dickens' father went to jail when he was 11 years old. We couldn't figure out who was the father. or who went to jail when who was 11 years old. She finally gave up in disgust, leaving us to our troubles, and Dickens in his grave fwhere he belongedj. Then on May 16, dim lights--but not too dim-a splendid orches- tra-Cal's Black and White Band--and a waxed floor-a collection of details which meant one thing-the Junior Prom. The Recreation, the ship's ballroom, was appropriately decorated in black and white. The varied colors of the girls' gowns and the shining faces of the gobs added to this scene of an enjoyable dance. What a time we had celebrating this shore leave! Upon returning to our good ship, Eleanor Pratt boasted of having collected the most souvenirs, while Angela Wall, confirmed by Eddie Krochalis, boasted of being the car-sickest person. We should think three years of sailing should have trained you, Angela. And so-filled with the happy memories of their third voyage, the - i- --1936-----