Westerly High School - Westlyan Yearbook (Westerly, RI)

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Tin: Senior Year Book — 1938 {ImritontB Aitftrfsa Citizens of Westerly, friends of the graduating class, and affiliates of the Westerly High School: We, the Class of 1938, extend to you a most hearty welcome and hope that you will enjoy this our final evening of merriment as members of the student body of Westerly High. To the taxpayers of our town: We extend our most sincere thanks and appreciation for this beautiful new edifice which we proudly leave as its first graduating class. Prior to this year, the high school students were hampered by poorly lighted rooms, a small assembly hall, the lack of a gymnasium, and several other defects of the old building. But now, through your thoughtful consideration, we have modern classrooms, a spacious gymnasium, an attractive reference library, as well as numerous other equally important features. Thus we have the opportunity to prepare ourselves more thoroughly for the many difficult problems of life, which we will inevitably meet at some time in the years to come. To our beloved teachers whom we have worked with during our high school careers, we wish to express our deepest gratitude, and hope that you, the members of the faculty, will not look back upon “38 as a class on which your time was wasted. Through the past three years you have worked diligently, undaunted by our cra-niums which at times seemed impervious to knowledge. In addition to the regular classes you have spent much of your own personal time in instructing and preparing us for the various phases of business, trade, or college, work we intend to enter. For all of these benefits, citizens and teachers, we again express our unfeigned thankfulness. After this week of graduation we shall separate and pursue our different courses in life, but, whatever way we take, we feel certain that the memories of the high school, its ideals, and the spirit of the class of ’38 will remain with us forevermore. —ROBERT CLARKE. 8 )8»—

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Tin: Si nior Ykar Book — 1938 (Cmitrntjs New Governor Samuel Ward Student Council • 33 High School Building 2 The Orchestra 33 Faculty 3 Varieties of 1937 • 34 Dedication . 4 “Pride and Prejudice” 35 Senior Board .... . . 5 Glimpses of School Life 36-37-39-4044 Class Picture .... . 6 Candid Shots . . . 38 Class Poem .... 6 The Football Team . 4 President’s Address . 8 File Cross-Country Team 41 Last Afternoon at the “Vagabond” 9 Basketball Teams (Varsity and Jayvees) 42 Class Colors. Motto • 17 Girls’ Basketball 43 Class Statistics .... 18 Fhe Baseball Team . 43 Class Pictures . 9-31 Autographs • 45-46 Class Song .... 32 Advertising 47-61

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The Senior Year Book — 1938 IGaat Aftrnuunt at thr “Uagabmtif’ (As the scene opens two waitresses are seen arranging the tables. The room has a gypsy atmosphere, for it is the imaginary Gypsy Tea Room which the Class of 1938 has been patronizing since its Sophomore year. Dick Parnigoni, who plays the part of proprietor, enters and watches the waitresses.) DICK—That looks very nice, girls. I want you to do your best today. The Seniors will be coming in for the last time, since they graduate tomorrow. WAITRESS—The flower girls were looking for you, Mr. Parnigoni. They have the gifts ready for the Seniors. DICK—Thanks, I’ll go and see them. Narciso should be here any moment now. Call me when he comes. WAITRESS—Wasn’t it nice of Mr. Parnigoni to arrange all those gifts for the Seniors? I'll miss them—it’s been so pleasant waiting on them and hearing their laughter during their three years in Westerly High School. WAITRESS—It certainly has. Oh, here comes Narciso. He told me he was planning a surprise for this afternoon. What do you suppose it is ? (Alfred Narciso, featured singer of the Tea Room, enters, greets the waitresses, and hurriedly asks for Jean Sherman and Erika Heyder, violinists. One of the waitresses calls them. They enter in costume, with violins under their arms.) ALFRED—I managed to get a copy of the Senior Class Song. It’s written to the tune of “The Gypsy Trail.” Can you play it ? (Violinists and waitresses exclaim; players immediately start playing the tune. Alfred sings to the accompaniment. Dick Parnigoni and flower girls stand in doorway, the waitresses stop working, and everyone listens. Alfred sees Mr. Parnigoni, and when he finishes, turns to him.) ALFRED—Do you like it, Mr. Parnigoni? It’s the Senior Class Song; I thought they would appreciate it today. DICK—It’s perfect. Sing it after the “Gypsy Love Song.” Most of the Seniors should be here then. Does everyone know what his or her part is this afternoon ? I want this to be a gala afternoon for the Seniors—one they will remember for a long time. (Flower girls disappear; violin players and singer go towards back, where they arrange music. Waitresses take one last look and go towards kitchen.) (Dick inspects the room. Violins are playing softly as Thelma Kenyon and Marcelle LaMarche enter; waitress comes in from kitchen.) THELMA—Don’t tell me we are the first ones here, Mr. Parnigoni. I was afraid the tea room would be overcrowded. It’s our last chance to come here, and not one Senior will miss our last afternoon together. DICK—We’ll certainly miss your visits. It’s been delightful to hear your happy voices these last three years. MARCELLE—I’m sure you haven’t enjoyed it any more than we. It’s been a real haven, where we’ve planned our work and fun, and talked about our escapades. THELMA—Remember the first time we came here? It was after we elected our Sophomore officers — Owen Donaldson, president, and Keith Low, vice-president— I can’t remember the others, can you? MARCELLE — Well, let’s see — Jean Marriott was secretary, and Barney Holliday was treasurer, I think. We really should remember the officers, because electing them was about the only thing we did that first year. THELMA—Why no! We bought our class rings, didn't we? And Bud Clarke and Roddy Hemphill won first and second prizes in the Speaking Contest. And what about the Junior Board?—I hope you haven’t forgotten that. MARCELLE—What a memory! No wonder you’re such a good student! I don’t see how I could have forgotten the Junior Board—we were the first Sophomores ever to be elected on one! My, weren’t we proud! THELMA—Not as proud as we were -4 o