Westerly High School - Westlyan Yearbook (Westerly, RI)

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'W7wmr'i f mmm Nmwwww Class Snstnry mhm. mmmr A Friends and Classmates, as your historian, I have imagined myself a playwright and have endeavored to present the events of our high school life in a true dramatic style. Shall we fancy ourselves this evening enjoying a little drama in four acts? The Place Westerly High School The Time.............. From 1928 to 1932 The Characters Faculty of W. H. S. and the members of the Class of 1932 ACT I (Freshman Year) We open the heavy doors to knowledge. SCENE I (in Room 3, October, 1928) Teache (impressively): “Why, oh why, aren’t you studying? Here you are wasting your time and you have no idea how much there is to accomplish before mid-year examinations.” Freshman (hopefully): “Well, they aren’t hard, are they?” Teacher: “How pathetic to be a Freshman, who has not even begun to realize the value of study! He knows not and he knows not that he knows not.” Thus we were initiated into the serious need of applying ourselves to study. SCENE II (in the Assembly Hall) Quiet and subdued, like little mice, the awe-stricken Freshmen gather for their first class meeting. Miss McWeeney (urging confidence): “Now, children, it is the custom for every class to choose officers to manage its affairs.” Class (responding): “For our leader—Sammariva, He who wields the brush and pencil; Next in power, if he should fail us, Dotolo, of voice uproarious; As our secretarial maiden,

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Ailitri'aa nf UU'lrnnu' V A Teachers, Students, and Citizens of Westerly, the members of the Class of 1932 extend to you a most cordial welcome to their last evening of joy and frolic together as students of dear old Westerly High School. Tonight marks the end of our secondary school career and this is our last meeting in the building in which we have spent so many pleasant hours. We have worked for the past four years, at the same time forming friendships which will be lifelong. We have indeed learned the value of comradeship. But in spite of all, we are only on the margin of a great experience, the greatest of all experiences—“Life.” Life will lead us into different paths, some of us along that of preparation for the various arts and professions, others along a more direct way to the world of business, but whatever the direction of our journey, we shall carry with us the memories of some of the happiest associations of our lives. We wish to take this opportunity to thank our esteemed faculty for their kindly patience and consideration in guiding our footsteps. We certainly hope that classes in the future will appreciate them as much as we have. We desire also to tell the underclassmen how highly we prize the help and cooperation they have given us during the past three years. Last, but certainly not least, may we express to you, Citizens of Westerly, our gratitude for your interest in all our undertakings, both scholastic and social. Tonight let us put the gloomy side of our graduation behind us and give ourselves entirely to happiness. When the fun is over, you will know something of our past as well as of our future. May these moments spent in jokes and revelry be among the jolliest in all our lives. —J. H. Shibilio

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IO The Senior Year Book—1932 We select the dainty Betty; And our stores of gold and silver We present to Mary Clancy.” Exeunt the Freshmen—more self-reliant than when they entered. SCENE III Place—The Same. The benevolent Seniors are giving the infants a gay little party to make them feel at home. Alice Ledwidge: ‘‘Now, little girlies, we have purchased wide green hair ribbons for you, that you may all look pretty and sweet this afternoon. Come and let your big sisters tie them on for you.” Freshmen (meekly): “Yes’m.” Betty Davis: “Dear children, join hands and we will have a pleasant game of drop the handkerchief.” (General uproar, but Mary Low is found crying because the handkerchief is not dropped at her place. Ruth Williams secures the handkerchief and tenderly wipes Mary’s eyes.) Next an entirely happy game of “Ring Around the Roses” is enjoyed. Freshmen singing: “Ring around the Roses, Pocket full of Posies; Ashes, Ashes, all fall down.” Lucy Rawlings (dramatically): “Now, girlies, take sides for the final grand event, the Tug of War—Seniors versus Freshmen.” Freshmen, in their fury at witnessing the superior strength of the Seniors, childishly break the rope, making it necessary for Mr. Maxwell to procure another. At last, however, when all are quieted, Miss Ring calls out, “Refreshments, little ones! Every little girl must have her bottle of milk and doughnut before going home to bed.” Exeunt the Freshmen ACT II (Sophomore Year) SCENE I Mr. Stevens (quietly): “Young people, you must not forget your Sophomore dignity. Class meetings should always be conducted according to true parliamentary procedure. Now to the election of officers!” “Mid a deal of praise and glamour, We choose Bob Mudge to wield the hammer; Next in authority—Joe Brown, Musical chief of great renown; Because of his handwriting fine, Charlie St. Onge is next in line;