Westerly High School - Westlyan Yearbook (Westerly, RI)

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The Senior Year Hook—1932 25 bequeath the following personal effects of the members of the Senior class to the said members of the lower classes, hopiqg they will be enthusiastically received and properly appreciated. I, John Shibilio, do hereby bequeath a free tuition to-any physical culture school in the East to the incoming president of the Senior class in order that he may attain sufficient muscular power to conduct an orderly class meeting. I, Leo Dotolo, a copy of my recent publication entitled “Silence Is Golden” to Frank Cappuccio of the Junior class. I, Theresa Matarese, my intellectual ability and scholarly standing to Julius Wein of the Sophomore class. I. Jack Wallace, my ability on the receiving end of any financial enterprise to anyone clever enough to imitate me. I, Margaret Keenan, my power before the footlights as the cynosure of all eyes to Arlene Keller. I. Robert Mudge, my outstanding and admirable athletic achievements to George Falcone, who has kept me well watered throughout my career. I, Mary Lynch, my merry and tinkling laugh to Mr. Maxwell’s Cheshire cat that he may more efficiently frighten the stray mice. I, Charles Trumpetto, my undisputed title of World’s Champion Thumb Tack Catcher to Dominic Chimento, who likewise reports that business is picking up. I, Mary Clancy, the sweeping air of queenly dignity which I possess to Betty Cheever of the coming Senior class. I, Gustav Siller, the assurance of being a one-woman man to George Smith of the Junior class. I, Dorothy Crandall, my skittish ways to Eleanor Sullivan, that she may frisk, too. I, Samuel Azzinaro, my girlish figure to Jack Scanlon, who is equally graceful. I. Carol Chester, my romantic lyrics and fantastic air to Addison Archie, whose meek manner conceals a true poetic nature. I, Charles Lamb, my natural talent and nonchalant manner in delivering extemporaneous speeches in assembly to Patsy Sposato, who will be greatly in need of such during the football season. I, Fannie Burdick, my fine set of durable jaws to Eleanor Fusaro, who likewise keeps perfect time with the typewriters. I, Joseph Markoff, full possession and ownership of White Rock and vicinity, including all public buildings, junk yards, and stables, to Peter Olcowich, my present minister of foreign affairs.

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The Senior Year Book—1932 27 I, Natale Felicetti, my private chair in Mr. Mason’s office to Roger Harrington, who has helped me to pass many weary hours during the past season. I, Betty Thompson, my gentle, courteous manner to Agnes King of the Sophomore class. I, Clyde Kenyon, my irresistible attraction for the fairer six to Ernie Fulford. 1, Joseph Rose, my fleetness of foot on the ballroom floor to Bill Price, the idol of the Friday dances. I, Laura Walker, my voluminous and sonorous voice to Sam Deutsch, who has caused the faculty much trouble in hearing his recitations. I, Donald Faulk, my enticing ways with women, especially the Stonington variety, to Herbert Rathbun. I, Nicholas Bottone, the honorable title of Mahootma to Louis Gingerella of the Junior class. We, Robert Lepper and Donald McKellar, our argumentative philosophy to anyone capable of understanding such a deep study of life. 1, Arthur Sisson, my nickname “Steamboat” to Ger-vasini, who undoubtedly deserves it. We, James Iacoi, Louis Trebesacci, and John Trsbesacci, our position as assistants to Mr. Paterson, to Sherman and Paladino of the Junior class. I, John Murano, the vote of the class as best actor to Saunders, whose ability has been clearly defined in numerous assembly programs. I, Harry Peckham, my somewhat dilapidated and weather-worn vehicle to Mr. Maxwell, to be used to keep the youngsters off the field during the games. I, Julius LaPietra, my ease in understanding Italian and making Miss Gada’s life worth living to Joseph Ruisi, my runner-up. I, Mary Low, my memory for choice bits of information to Bessie Taylor of the Junior Class. I, Jack Mudge, my final spurt in Senior year to become as famous as my brother to Louis Cappuccio, who, in becoming marble champ of Westerly, has proved himself a worthy successor to Frank. We, the class of nineteen hundred and thirty-two, designate that the remainder of our feats of accomplishment be summed up on a large gold tablet and hung in the office for the classes of the future to look upon and gaze at in awe. We also leave six framed class pictures to be hung