Westerly High School - Westlyan Yearbook (Westerly, RI)

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The Senior Year Book—1933 Chimento, bequeath our mathematical wizardry to Eliot Menick and Frank Galanti, who are plotting to ostracize it from their curriculum. 4. I, George Falcone, bequeath my longitude and latitude to Addison Archie in order that he may be more than a point in space. 5. I, Harold Edmond, leave my versatility to Kenneth Main. 6. I, Betty Cheever, bequeath my “Carol Lombardian” pulchritude and ethereal charm to my worthy successor, Agnes King. 7. We. Charles St. Onge and Sally Hammond, confer our congenial rendezvous on “Billy” Clark and Ruth Brown, who are often heard singing, “Can’t We Be Alone?” 8. I, Beverly Barber, bequeath my rickety Model T Ford to Adelaide Spicer, who is in dire need of a good car. 9. I, Florence Giannoni, leave my stenographic efficiency to Mabel Ingram. 10. I, Joseph Ruisi, confer my stellar athletic career on James Giorno of the Junior Class. 11. I, Muriel Harwick, leave my sophistication and nonchalance to Angeline Matarese of the Junior Class. 12. I, Ernest Fulford, confer a “share of my interest” on Spring Street on whomever I deem worthy. 13. I, Carmella Vocatura, leave my scholastic ability in commercial law to Eleanor Fusaro, who may need it. 14. I, Vincent Turco, leave my saxo-phonia to Albert Gervasini that he may differentiate between a saxophone and a clarinet. 15. We, Alice Rurdick and Dorothy Mearns, leave our wild recklessness and aggressive manner to Alice Laing and Mabel Girven. 16. I, Kathleen Potter, bequeath my characteristic of being always perfectly “Frank” to whoever may appreciate its value. 17. We, Marcelle Hammond and Reva Novogroski, leave our giggling garrulity to Vivian Morrill and Marguerite Crandall. 18. We, Ella Soloveitzik and Cecile Cayer, bequeath our scintillating brilliancy to Alexander Brown and Florence Saunders. 19. I, Signor Francesco Cappuccio, class pedant, aesthete, dictator, orator, attorney, academician, and radical, hereby confer upon my unworthy brother, Luigi Giuseppe Cappuccio. my everlasting scorn and hatred for racial discrimination and bigotry. We do hereby choose and appoint Miss Frances Parker, who perhaps knows more about the laudable records of our class than any other individual and who has always taken a most kindly interest in us, the sole administratrix of this, our last will and testament. In witness whereof, We, the Class of 1933, the testators, have to this, our final testament, inscribed on a lengthy scroll, set our hand and seal, this 23rd day of June, Anno Domini, one thousand nine hundred and thirty-three. Respectfully submitted, Frank Cappuccio, Attorney at Law. - 13

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The Senior Year Book— 1933 considering; in fact, almost too good, but keep it up for variety’s sake. Now, as we come before the public for our farewells, it is indeed amusing to look back over the four years’ experiences. All the dances, trips to out-of-town games, slips to the office, and various other hilarious adventures will long be remembered when more important matters should absorb our attention. Even the greatest minds must have their lighter moments. Thus, if it so happens that we have left with you any impression of frivolity or pettiness, we have only to refer you for the more serious facts in which you may be interested to the high school office, where our marks are permanently recorded. By Eleanor Hoxsie and Bessie Taylor (Eliusa Mill AS Executor of the Class of 1933, the privilege and solemn duty of announcing officially their last will and testament falls on me. Since I can scarcely view the document without tears, I am obliged to put on my spectagoggles in order to proceed with this weighty and important business. We, the Class of 1933, being entirely sane, well balanced, and reliable, hereby formulate, promulgate, and asseverate this our last will and testament, declaring null and void all similar records formerly concocted by us. Being of a convivial, hypercritical, incredible, hypochondriac, hysterical, and inconsistent disposition, we do hereby distribute such various and sundry cherished possessions and keepsakes as shall be left after we leave this mundane abode. Item I: We, the Class of 1933, bestow the following warnings on the incoming Sophomores: 1. Never usurp the Seniors’ prerogative of wandering through the halls. 2. Beware of the Seniors’ nefarious hobby of collecting yellow slips for tardiness. The results of that practice are anything but pleasant. 3. If you value your life, avoid chewing gum in the presence of Miss Mclntire. 4. Do not use school desks for waste baskets or art galleries. They have other more important functions. Item II: On the girls of the Sophomore Class, the maidens of the Senior Class confer their cherished secret by means of which they have been able to make themselves so attractive as to earn the title “The Fair Charmers.” Item III: To our compatriots, the Juniors, we leave our sagacious warning not to follow the popular practice of attempting to do all things at one time, and accomplishing none. It doesn’t pay to be a jack of all trades and master of none. Item IV: To Miss Laura E. Mclntire and Miss Sibyl H. Leach, respectively, we donate a sufficient residue of our fortune to purchase a 1933 Baby Austin, wishing that our resources were ample enough to provide them with full grown cars. Item V: I, Frank Cappuccio, having been duly intrusted to compile and establish this our last will, do hereby denominate and bequeath the sequent personal belongings of the members of the Class of 1933 to the members of the Junior and Sophomore Classes. 1. We, Elizabeth Whalen and Albert Vitterito, leave our terpsichorean agility to Arline Kellar and Julius Wein. 2. We, Rose Pellegrino, Angeline Tro-vato and Beatrice Nardone, bequeath our melodious and extraordinary voices to the W. H. S. chorus. 3. We, Frank Celestino and Dominic 12 JjM-

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The Senior Year Book— 1933 (Elams ftropfymj I SIGHED with relief as the morning of June 20, 1958, dawned bright and clear, since it was my first opportunity to escape the trouble in which I had been involved during the past several weeks. For the first time in my career, one of my operations had failed, and my patient had taken out her vengeance in the form of a law suit. At present buxom figures are quite the style, and because of her wish for extra avoirdupois. Miss Dorothy Berry had come to me to be treated. At the end of the treatments, due to a slight inconsistency in my work, she was but a mere shadow of her former self. Hence the law suit and sleepless nights for me! In order to avoid a nervous breakdown I had decided to take a trip as requested by my associate nurse, Kathleen Potter. I did not have to worry any more about the case against me, for I had put the entire matter into the competent hands of our lawyer, Frank Schofield. Gazing from my window on the 1500th floor of the Supernation Apartment Building in Hi-New York, I became eager to start at once. Consequently I signaled to the metallurgic stables to have the peg-mechanic bridle our steed immediately, and soon Kathleen and I were ready to start. Tommy Horse, one of the newer modes of traveling, had been designed by Thomas Nichols, the most prominent inventor of our time. The horse was composed of pure gold, for since the medium of exchange was now garnets, gold was absolutely worthless, and could be used extensively in various mechanisms. A great amount of gold which had been hoarded for years was removed from its secret hiding place and furnished for the construction of the Tommy horses, by Mr. Arthur Newman Lawton, who had amassed a tremendous fortune from his sale of the once precious metal. The gold in the horse is compounded so that this conveyance, lighter than air, is operated merely by winding with a key and turning the left ear. Plans for Tommy Horse had been drawn up by Earl Brun-skill, an ultra-modern architect. Kathleen and I took our respective seats on Tommy Horse (for he seated two people very well), and with a swift turn of his left ear, we were off. We had not decided definitely what route to follow, but planned to consider that as we rode along. The thought came to us simultaneously to visit the different sections of the world from A to Z. The universe has now been so divided that all those whose names begin with certain letters live in separate geographical sections, from miles below the surface of the earth to miles above it. In accordance with the old adage that it is the exception which proves the rule, there are some few to be found outside their proper spheres, but this has been the case in all eras. We pressed the button opposite A, and, with a whirring noise, Tommy Horse proceeded to go upward. He had his own ideas as to where the A’s should be located. Soon we approached a brilliantly lighted street—Sidera Avenue, as the signs indicated. Everywhere was merriment and pleasure. All was upheld by an upside down force of gravity; thus we felt perfectly at ease. The journey had made us rather hungry; so on approaching an inviting looking night club called “The Beu Coy,” we brought Tommy Horse to a halt, removed the key, and entered the building. We were greeted by a charming woman with reddish hair, the proprietor, whom later we recognized to our surprise as Beulah McCoy, a former classmate of ours. She sat us at a table and beckoned to a waiter. We were seated near the kitchen door, and as it swung open, whom do you suppose we saw? No other than Joe Ruisi in the garb of head chef. Just then Lillian Arnone came by in the guise of a Mexican cigarette girl. This seemed to be a day of surprises for, when the entertainers came out, there was a regular class -4 14 --