Westerly High School - Westlyan Yearbook (Westerly, RI)

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Thf. Senior Year Book — 1938 the prophecy. Frances Westman speaks—) FRANCES—It’s about time we left— There’s so much to do before tonight. ALFRED—Oh, wait a minute, please. Here is the biggest surprise of the day. (He motions to the violin players, who play the class song—Alfred sings the chorus—someone remarks—‘‘Our class song”—and everyone joins in.) Curtain MARCELLE LaMARCHE STANTON LANGWORTHY THELMA KENYON CATHERINE DUNN History Will EDDIE COYLE JEAN SHERMAN Prophecy CLASS COLORS—Black and Gold CLASS MOTTO The guide of life is common sense. 17 ►-

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Tiie Senior Year Book — 1938 fashion news. Miss Houser is attired in a deep blue velvet gown trimmed with ermine tails, and wears jewels designed by Eugene Nurmi, who, we understand, designs only for clients who meet with his special approval. Suddenly there is an uproar of voices— Figures boom into the room and there are Chappy Morrison and Barney Holliday, competers for the title of ‘Greatest Ob-tainer of Autographs in the World,’ hunting the autographs of Marcelle LaMarche and Thelma Kenyon. The boys claim that the ladies have entered the club, unseen, with their bodyguard of nine men, Angelo Fiore, Patsy Gentile, Albert Maggs, William McCormack, Charles Oppy, Fred Page, Wilfred Priore, Charles Thompson, and John Walker. The boys will not sleep until they have the autographs of these captivating stars of the films. Harold Rathbun, the assistant manager, saves the day, or evening, by diverting the play-boys’ attention to the floor show. The climax of the evening is the chorus of ten female voices, conducted by Mary Urso, a very talented pupil of one of Westerly’s own maestros. To our surprise, we learn that the song-bird of radio and television. Miss Eleanor Morrison, is to be the guest soloist. The chorus consists of Betty Crandall, Dorothy DiPlacito, Mary Helfrich, Jessie Mearns, Virginia Monti, Yolanda Parilla, Lena Sicilian. Mary Simone, Marion Talbot, and Catherine Wills. Our charming conductor announces with regret the absence of Dorothy Miller, who yesterday dislocated her jaw-bone. Doctors report that Miss Miller’s talking apparatus needs complete rest. “The globe is growing cloudy—I can hear, faintly, the voice of Eleanor Morrison—The globe is black—and now even the beautiful voice is fading. That is all.” ANGELO—Are you sure that is all you can see? Won’t you try again? JEAN—1 am sorry—my vision is blurred—I am tired—I will go and find the master and he will look again. DICK—In the meantime, Erika, play us a song on your violin. (Erika plays a short selection, during which the fortune teller returns, and seats himself at the globe; as soon as she has finished, he begins.) Ah! This time the globe is clear. I see girls running—girls here, there, pushing, fighting, scratching. How demure and weak these pretty young flowers of womanhood are when they are attempting to attract the attention of the once stronger sex. Ruth Campbell. Helen Bromley, Phyllis Brown, Dorothy Cole, Elizabeth Babcock, Anita Nigrelli, and a host of young and beautiful maidens are nonchalantly and unexcitedly entering the line formed in front of the table which the judges of the beauty contest occupy. From the zealous way in which Margaret Brown, Bertha Quinn, and Elinor Dower, America's best dressed women, are primping up, one might draw the conclusion that they are trying to vamp the judges into decision. But no, this cannot make any drastic difference, as one of the judges is a powerful guardian of the sandy shore, elected to this honorable position by the popular vote of the mermaids. His back is toward us now, but notice that superbly captivating sun tan. His head is turning, and behind that broad, friendly grin is none other than Frankie Sammataro, who doesn’t seem to mind this laborious task at all. Another of the judges is of towerimr stature. He is seriously looking over all the finer details of his job and rightly so, as Stanton Langworthy was selected from the position of Supreme Court judge to come down here to determine the winner. Stan always did have a vital interest in any work he undertook. Dorothy Whalen, Miriam Silander. Louise Regine. and Ellen Thompson, contestants in the semi-finals, are professionally posing for- the well-known sand artist, Jack Raithel. Taking down the girls’ names and addresses is the collegiate Romeo, John O’Brien, who very recently graduated from Rhode Island State College. John seems to possess experience with that little red book and pencil. Gesticulating wildly and creating quite a commotion, Catherine Dunn, society sob sister, is expertly extracting information from the reserved-seaters. The girls are beginning to walk toward the judges’ stand, but they are fading—fading—and I see no more for this class of 1938. (Fortune teller rises; there is a general murmur; everyone is talking over - §( 16 }§►’-

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Tin- Senior Year Book — 1938 (IUibh Statifitira Girl Boy Best Looking .... . Jean Sherman Henry Jackson Most Collegiate . Margaret Brown John O’Brien Most Intelligent . Jean Marriott Gilbert Hicks Best All Around . Carolyn Crandall Francis Holliday Most Popular .... Mareelle LaMarche Francis Holliday Most Likely to Succeed -Varcelle LaMarche Roderick Hemphill Most Polite .... Thelma Kenyon Fred Ulles Most Humorous Betty Crandall Prent Lamphere Cutest Mareelle LaMarche Charles Dolan Most Studious .... Jean Marriott Gilbert Hicks Best Dancer .... Margaret Brown Eddie Coyle Neatest Mary Helfrich John O'Brien Most Athletic .... Margaret Brown Francis Holliday Most Mischievous Eleanor Dower William Smith Best Dressed .... Carolyn Crandall John O’Brien Best Sport .... Margaret Brown Francis Holliday Most Interesting . Mareelle LaMarche Eddie Coyle Most Acting Ability . Carolyn Crandall Keith Low Best Natured Mary Helfrich Francis Holliday Class Artist Lynthia Browning Class Poet . Erika Heyder Class Musician • Jean Sherman Class Wit Prent Lamphere Biggest Bluffer . Henry Jackson Most Talkative • Dorothy Miller Woman Hater • David Sisson One Who Has Done Most for the Class . . Eddie Coyle i8 -