Westerly High School - Westlyan Yearbook (Westerly, RI)

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WL THE SENIOR YEAR BOOIC E Q, I F C1 a ' ff' HSS I P O li TOD ESV e Hog-O 3 CEnter Rip Van Winkle, in costume, leading his faith- ful dog, Wolf.J Rip: Ah, twenty years have passed, twenty years- and now I return to this familiar place. It was two long decades ago, when I graduated from Westerly High School with the Class of 1929. What a class it was and how we celebrated that graduation, the gayety of which was bright- ened by my marriage! I shall never forget that last great event, the hunting trip, that fateful trip when I strayed away from my classmates in search of game,-or something to eat. Even now I can taste in my memory those delicious goozleberries, those mystic goozleberries, those sleep-pro- ducing goozleberries, that I ate and that caused me to fall immediately into a dream-disturbed slumber from which I have only awakened. In those weird dreams, I clearly saw my old classmates who, it seems have scattered far over the face of the globe. It all comes back to me now. I remem- ber them all,-their whereabouts and occupations, and I feel called upon to reveal what has become of them as I saw them in my sleeping visions. The first scene that comes to my mind is one of a Holly- wood studio where Rupert Coleman has supplanted John Barrymore as screen star. Rupert first demonstrated his dramatic abilitiy while attending W. H. S. He has playing opposite him Dolores Costello, his childhood affinity, Letitia. DeRocco. Mary Brown, too, has gained fame in dramatics, her latest success as a movie star being, A Rae of Light, which ran for four years on Broadway, a truly phenomenal oc-- currence. Q h The vision changes. I see again, as I did in my dreams, an Old Maids' Home, superintended by Betty Steadman-

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14 THE SENIOR YEflR BOOK we - asv To Reginald Lamb, our dry wit and inventive genius, we owe much of the loveliness and sparkle which brightens even the dullest of recitations. His amusing poem, The Rapacious Rime of Han, the Ravenous Ravagerj' is suffi- cient proof that Will B. Dummer has succeeded Mark Twain as our greatest American humorist. In the midst of our group, dwells one who stands un- moved by the vicissitudes of the moment, around whose lofty brow the storms and thunders of life my roar unheeded. The thoughtful, philosophical point of view will ever shelter Louis Maggio. Thus I have in brief reviewed for you the history of the class of 1929, with its scholars, its authors, its orators, its scientists, its artists, its actors, its musicians, its business men, its athletes, its organizers, its humorists, and its phil- osophers. Surely from among all these Great Personalities, there should be at least one, and perhaps several, who possesses enough distinctive qualities to rank as a hero in even Car- lyle's estimation. Lua S. Kenyon i mmmmm Class Song Tune-A Perfect Day We have come to the end of our high school days, And no more will our youthful pranks, Destroy the peace of these study halls, For we're breaking our classic ranks, Do you think what the end of our algebra, Can mean to our troubled minds, And the bliss which fills ev'ry Senior heart, To leave Virgil and trig behind? Well, this is the end of our Senior Class, Of the Seniors of twenty-nine. May our teachers rest in peace once more, And forget the deficiency line. In the years to come, on the path of life, We'll recall with a loyal heart, The classmates of Westerly High, and grieve That the Seniors had to part. Ruth Kenyon

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CLASS OF 1929