Westerly High School - Westlyan Yearbook (Westerly, RI)

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The Senior Year Book — 1937 Irene Ellsworth, Bertha Maine, Gloria Mongeon, and Hope Eccleston employed there as milkmaids. Just as I was getting used to the great outdoor life, I received a telegram from Mr. Boumenot urging my immediate return, due to business difficulties. Fortunately we had by this time seen all of our classmates and were so cheered and refreshed by their accomplishments, that even the thought of having to return to work could not impair our jovial mood. Such is the joy of meeting old friends! LOUIS CAPALBO FLORENCE LITTLEFIELD WINIFRED TETLOW (£Iasi! §im$ Words and Music by John E. Maines I Triumphant, but sad, we see drawing nigh The end of high school days; Crown of Achievement, honor most high, But the parting of the ways. CHORUS In our hearts keep the emblem of Westerly, Banner of white and blue, To its high tradition ever We’ll be steadfast, firm and true. When our trials and cares o’ertake us Keep all these mem’ries bright, Keep the honor we have earned Keep the loyalty we’ve learned, Under the blue and white. II All down through the years that we’ll come and go With their joys and cares and strife Burdens will lighten with memories Of our happy high school life. CLASS COLORS—Red and Silver CLASS MOTTO Ave atque vale (Hail and farewell!) -■4 5

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The Senior Year Book — 1937 coming out of her dressing room. Her hair is still the same mass of curls, and she looks more like a little girl than ever. Mr. Eckhard informs me that Barbara is posing for a famous cartoonist, Thomas Moffitt, who is drawing a new series of “Bobette Comedies.” These comedies are becoming so popular that they are putting “Betty Boop” out of business. That evening we attend a party on Revelry Hills with Mr. Eckhard. He takes us over to meet the hostess, Mrs. Morgan-vanastorbilt. She turns toward me, and I cannot conceal my surprise as I recognize Helen Leon. I hear that she is the wealthiest woman in Hollywood, and she certainly deserves all that has come to her. As the evening passes, I encounter several more of my old classmates, who are now Revelry Hills residents; among them are Claire Keane, Edna Kissick, Betty Brown, Jean McLaren, and Eleanor Gordon. Mr. Charles Trefes, who now owns several large bowling emporiums, is accompanied by William Madison and Raymond Crandall, who are in his employ. The guest of honor is Ruth Crandall, now a well known lecturer for the benefit of charity. The next morning I receive a letter from Dr. Turco urging me to undergo a physical examination the next day at the Hope Clarke Hospital. During my brief stay there, I encounter Ruth Merithew, Pauline Perreault, Edna Nelson, Margaret Blanda. and Claire Mitchell, who are registered nurses in the institution. Upon the completion of my examination, my secretary, Miss Iacoi, insists on visiting the world’s largest nursery, which is contained in this hospital. I never saw so many babies in all my life! Babies playing, babies eating, babies sleeping, and babies crying! Those two nurses in the sleeping room look familiar. Why, they are Althea Crowther and Marjorie Brown. Well, they’ll never wake the babies with their loud voices if they are anything as they were at W. H. S. I then think I should like to meet the head of this remarkable institution. My knock at a door marked PRIVATE, FOUNDER AND HEAD, brings a very stern, dignified-looking Charlotte Clemens, who informs me that her employer is too busy to receive visitors. As she closes the door, I catch a glimpse of none other than Louise Banker laboring at her desk. I might have known that Louise’s love of babies would lead up to something like this. We also visit one of the oldest and most famous private schools in the West. As we step into the office you can imagine my surprise at seeing Betty Stilson seated at the desk. We have a long talk, during which Betty informs me that she is not really the principal, but has just stepped into her husband’s big shoes until he returns from a trip to Wyoming, Rhode Island. This school has a very capable office girl, Florence Littlefield, the world’s fastest stenographer and typist. Florence has been offered enormous sums of money to go on exhibition tours, but she still nurses her old fear of crowds, and prefers to remain at her present job. She has two helpers, Frances Matthews and Frances Peckham, but she very seldom troubles them with any work, so they spend most of their time chattering. This institution boasts one of the leading professors on Economics and Commercial Law in the country. It must be gratifying to Miss Keenan to think that she gave her star pupil, Dory Panciera, his first start. A very interesting department of this school is the dramatic department, where Muriel Tobin teaches dialects to would-be actors; she is most efficient at Cockney. Katherine Briody and Antoinette Chiar-adio direct all the plays put on by this department. The next few days we are invited to spend on the ranch of Thomas Moffitt, the famous cartoonist. This ranch contains 25,000 head of cattle and it requires many cowboys to take care of them. During our exciting stay there, we find that some of the cowboys are William Bonner, William Crockett, Adam Celestino, James Al-timano, and Walter Kaskewsky. Frank Crooker is genera! manager of the ranch and William McCormick is range boss. One day Tommy tells me he has a surprise in store for me. We both mount horses and start to make a tour of the range. When we come upon a quaint little farm house, I am informed that William Morris, a gentleman farmer, lives here. This visit reveals the hiding place of our class twins, Irene and Ruth Williams. More surprises arc in store when I find — f 4 ►-

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The Senior Year Book — 1937 (Hlafifl Hill As attorney, it becomes my sorrowful an l sombre task to compile this, the last will and testament of our dear Class of ’37. Although the duty is lugubrious and painful to me, I will, to the best of my ability, attempt to convey the message that this will contains. Therefore, we shall at once delve into the contents and dispense with the sobs and tears as soon as possible. Item 1: We, the Class of ’37, bequeath the following admonitions to the incoming Sophomore Class: 1. Endeavor to get to school on time —the detention room contains no easy chairs or chaise-longues in which to spend a pleasant half-hour. 2. Park your gum far enough under the desk so it can’t be detected. 3. Beware of the teachers’ dispositions on dull, rainy days. Item 2: To the Junior Class we leave that magnificent anticipation of being a Senior, accompanied by its inspiring feeling of authority. We also leave to the Juniors all our hopes of being the first class to enter the freshly painted portals of the new Senior High School. Item 3: To our new Oral English teacher, Miss Tellier, we extend our best wishes for more productions that will be as great successes as those that were profitably presented this year. Item 4: Because of her unceasing interest in all our activities, we confer upon Miss Hanson our deep appreciation and sincerely hope that she will miss the Class of ’37 as much as we shall miss her. Item 5: To our highly esteemed faculty we leave a new slate on which they may begin planning and preparing the inevitable, laborious, assiduous, interminable, and merciless assignments, with the hope that they will reconcile themselves to being a little more lenient with next year’s classes. Item 6: Our individual aptitudes, both tangible and intangible, shall be bestowed in the following manner: I, Elmer Cornell, having wisely led my class through its most difficult year, now extend best wishes to Bud Clark, President of next year’s Senior Class, and, in addition, bequeath to him an extra large and heavy blackthorn stick to aid him in performing his just and merciful duties. We, Ruth Hunter and Teddy Littlefield, will our deep, sincere, and unaffected friendship to Mildred Link and Dorothy Bingley of the Sophomore Class, and hope it will be as lasting as ours. I, Donald Sheldon, reluctantly bequeath my curly hair, one major attraction which has caused many female heartbreaks, to Charles Dolan, whose locks are regrettably straight and stringy. I, Betty Stilson, bequeath my simple but identifying giggle to Roderick Hemphill. I, Ruth Blackler, willingly submit to leaving my treasured golden voice to Marjorie Stillman, that individual of the Junior Class who will most deeply appreciate its value when evoking tender, touching strains from her famous violin. I, Louis Capalbo, will to Eddie Coyle my lightness of foot and the many happy moments I have spent on the dance floor. With the hope that it will lead him to better ends and be more advantageous to him than it was to me, I, James Banker, confer my ever-romantic nature on Ray Madison of the Soph Class. We, the following: Josephine Mooney, Hope Clark, and Althea Crowther, bequeath our mouse-like silence to Eleanor Dower, Harriet King, and Barbara Driggs. I, Alden Nichols, in due respect, bequeath my worthy position as Editor-ip-Chief of the Senior, along with a goodly -■ { 16 js -