Westerly High School - Westlyan Yearbook (Westerly, RI)

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The Senior Year Book — 1934 (Cnntrnta Dedication - Faculty ... - - Senior Board Class Poem and Song Class Picture - President’s Address Class History ... Class Will - Class Statistics - Class Prophecy In Memoriam - - - Class Pictures Student Council Senior Play—Wednesday Night Senior Play—Thursday Night The Orchestra Athletics - The Football Team The Baseball Team The Track Team I he Cross Country Team Basketball Team Advertising Section PAG 3 2 4 5 - 6 6 8 9 - 12 14 - 17 20 21-30 15 - 16 16 - IS 31 - 31 33 - 33 32 - 32 34-4 -4 7

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The Senior Year Book — 1934 CLASS OF 19.14 (Class Pnrm The sun in shining through the rain, The clouds have vanished, too, Above the hills that we must climb The sky is clear and blue. Along the path that leads to life We meet new friends and old. We know new friends are silver, still Old friends are always gold. The world is waiting for us all For parting time is near, With good advice each one will find His separate career. In four years here we’ve learned to love Our friends and teachers true, With eyes ahead and hearts so strong, Our spirits zealous, too. In days to come when we have gone, From all our friends bereft— To brighten all our stormy days But memories are left. 'Though skies seem grey and cloudy, too. And parting brings us pain, If we but love and hope and pray, As-friends we’ll meet again. Marguerite Crandall. (Class (0ftp We have come to a fertile oasis In the desert of ceaseless work, But we know that many mirages In this journey of ours still lurk. Yet our four years of travel together In dear old Westerly High Have taught that beyond the visions Our cherished goals will lie. So let so mount our desert ships Of steadfast duty and hope; Let us fill our canteens with the water of zeal. And advance at an even lope. Let not the sands of despair Entangle our weary feet, For those same sands will teach us That rest after toil is sweet. And if perchance we should falter. If it’s hard to go one step more. Let’s recall this, our first oasis. Class of nineteen thirty-four. Vivian Morrill.

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The Senior Year Book — 1934 flrmiiPttt’H Aiifirraa TEACHERS, students and citizens of Westerly, we, the class of 1934, extend to you a most cordial welcome to our last evening of frolic and revelry, as students of our beloved Alma Mater. We wish to thank you sincerely for the cooperation and good will which you have extended to us during our strenuous, yet happy, career. How generously you have sponsored our athletic events, our cantatas, our prize speaking contests and our plays! In a few more weeks we shall leave the building which has sheltered us so long; and go forth into the world, where we will meet many difficult problems. These, we trust, will be made much easier for us because of the tireless efforts of our faculty who built the stairs up which we are climbing to success. To them we extend our sincere thanks, and hope that they will continue their good work with the classes that follow us. Last, but not least, we have this year the special privilege of thanking all the alumni and friends who contributed toward the construction of the new fence around our athletic ground. We feel very proud indeed of the Craig Memorial Field. For the past three years, we have been endeavoring to reach a certain landing on the stairway which leads to success. Although we have found the climb exceedingly difficult in places and have had to grasp desperately at the railing to keep from slipping backward, we have at last attained that greatly coveted goal. Strange as it may seem, we look down with regret upon those very steps that have given us so much trouble—but also so much joy. The stairs ahead look steep indeed when we think of climbing them without the help of our teachers and classmates. For this evening, however, let us cast aside all sorrow and enter heartily into the fun of the program which has been prepared for us. You will hear some very distinguished degrees conferred upon our scholarly classmates—listen to the reading of our last will and testament—learn from a most psychic soothsayer the fate and fortune of the members of our group—and see the gifts which some very generous donors have purchased for us. “May your joy and ours be unconfined!” —Joseph Gencarelli