Westerly High School - Westlyan Yearbook (Westerly, RI)

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The Senior Year Book — 1939 (Ihr Styirtg-Ninera” Art ©nr (Scene opens at Walter Miller’s home. Walter is walking around the room arranging things, when Bill Anderson, the butler, enters.) BILL—The Misses Mildred Link, Ruth Whitford, Josephine Santoro, and Florence Tamer, sir! WALT—Very well, Kitson, show them in. BILL—Very good, sir! (Enter girls) WALT—Well, hello, everyone. (Chorus of hello’s) You’re a little later than I expected. RUTH—I thought I’d never get here. I was studying history—. JOSEPHINE—As usual. RUTH—Then the girls came, and I had to rush to get ready! WALT—Well, I’m glad you all came. The rest will be here soon. Make yourselves comfortable, girls. MILLIE!—It was nice of you, Walt, to invite us over, so that wp could get together once more before we graduate! FLORENCE—Yes! I can tell you, everyone of us is going to miss Westerly High School, the companionship of our friends, and the understanding of our teachers! It’ll be a sad day when we part, perhaps to meet our classmates only occasionally. WALT—As President of the Class for three years, I can say it was composed of a grand group of boys and girls. The class had many talented persons in it, and I know W. H. S. isn't going to be ashamed to point them out as graduates. JOSEPHINE—(Looking out the window.) Here come Ginny and the rest. BILL—Misses Virginia Anderson, Hester Sims, and Mr. Emilio Guarino. (They enter and are greeted by a lively chorus.) WALTER—Now that we’re all here, what’ll we do? Play games? (Chorus of Yes’s and no’s. No’s prevalent.) GINNY—No! Let’s just talk. I’d much rather chat with my classmates than act like a two-year-old! FLORENCE—Well, why not have some music? Almost all the solos in the “Pirates of Penzance” operetta were sung by Seniors. RUTH—Yes, that’s a good idea. MILLIE—Let’s hear some! BILL—Come on, Emilio! EMILIO—Well, all right, you asked for it! (Sings) MILLIE—Say, Bill—I mean, Kitson. are we going to get something to drink? How about some ginger ale? BILL—O. K.—I mean—very good. Mill. JOSEPHINE—And some candy! BILL—Yes, miss, (sarcastically) FLORENCE—Bring some sandwiches too, and after that, we’ll relent, Bill, and let you join us. MILLIE—It doesn’t seem possible. We’ve been Seniors for a whole year, and was it fun! WALT—(Who has gone out—returns.) What are you getting so excited about Ginny? GINNY—(Incoherently reading newspaper.) L-l-look! Tomorrow is the opening day of the World’s Fair! Oh, boy! See, it says so, right here. (Everyone rushes to peer over her shoulder.) FLORENCE—Swell! Let’s all go! WALT—Boy! Rollercoasters! BILL—Ferris wheels! MILLIE—Fortunetellers! Clowns! GINNY—Pop-corn! Icecream! Favors! JOSEPHINE—That’s all very nice. But I’m not covered by insurance and I suspect this Fair is going to be pretty dangerous. Suppose we don’t come back alive? Suppose the Ferris wheel seats fall out! Suppose the roller coaster doesn’t work or works too fast! Gosh, suppose some of - 9

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The Senior Year Book — 19.39 Jlrmtont a Abftmsa Citizens, faculty, and fellow students of Westerly High School: We, the Class of 1939, extend to you a most enthusiastic welcome to our long-awaited evening of merriment. We also wish to thank you sincerely for the fine cooperation which you have shown us during our pleasant but strenuous hours in the beautiful building, your gift to our class and to those to come. It has been largely through your kindly, sympathetic spirit that we have been able to keep the tradition of our school activities above par. The time has at last come when we have to leave our beloved teachers who have guided us so well these past three years to this fitting climax. The sincerity and tireless work of our faculty have made them respected by all. With such an unusual teaching staff, we feel assured we are well equipped to meet the world’s problems. To the citizens of the town of Westerly, we feel much indebtedness for our splendid new high school, so far superior to most other schools in Rhode Island towns of this size. Our prominent alumni have again our almost exhausted thanks. They have shown their generosity by equipping our up-to-date gymnasium with an electric scoreboard which has enormously increased the interest and attendance at basketball games. We feel very proud of it. Now, friends, I must leave you to go to my home, as I have invited some of my classmates over this evening for a last get-together and celebration. Will you join us? —WALTER MILLER.

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Tiie Senior Year Book — 1939 those gypsies kidnap us? Or a clown sets a firecracker under us? FLORENCE—Now you’ve got us down in the dumps. I can see how you happened to be chosen “the most pessimistic” in our class! What in the world is going to make a gypsy kidnap us? You might think we were all beauties or millionaires! MILLIE—Just the same, it sounds pretty dangerous to me. Say, I’ve got an idea. Remember that class will that was drawn up? In case anything does happen, we’d better make sure that everything in it is bequeathed just right. WALT—I remember having it drawn up, but I’ve forgotten the exact provisions of the will. MILLIE—Well, we could call our lawyer and have him read it for us! Try to get him here, Bill. (Exit Bill.) JOSEPHINE—That’s a good idea! I feel a little better now. I’ll know that if we don’t come back alive, the Juniors and Sophomores will be getting their just dues. FLORENCE—Huh! Those ought to consist of a teething ring and a rattle! WALT—Let’s do something until the lawyer gets here. I have the class poem in my scrap-book. Shall we have that read ? EVERYONE—Sure! Anything! (Poem is read.) BILL—(Enters.) The lawyer says he’ll be right up. He lives just around the corner on the next street. RUTH—Let’s make plans for the Fair! Shall we all go together? GINNY—Yes, let’s. We’ll all meet at Walter’s house and take the bus together. (Door bell rings.) FLORENCE—Oh! oh! Here comes the lawyer. I’ll answer. (Enter Cappuccio in full regalia. Briefcase under arm.) CAPPUCCIO—I realized the necessity of easing this moment of anxiety, as it is not usual for a will to be read before the death of the testators, I’m in extreme apprehension as to the propriety and legality of such procedure. MILLIE—The Class of ’39 will never die, so we might just as well hear the will now, as never! JOSEPHINE—(Aside) He’s just a shyster, and I bet it’ll cost us plenty to satisfy him for this extra trip! JOSEPH—Not at all, Madam! Not at all! I shall consider it a great favor to accommodate the Class of ’39 once more! WALT—I guess that’ll be enough! If you’re going to accommodate well, hurry up and do it! (Joe gives him a pitying glance, and takes an exasperatingly long time to extricate will from briefcase, for which he has difficulty finding the key. Then with much ceremony he unwraps will and with a slow glance at every tense face, begins.) Class Will As Executor of the Class of 1939, the privilege and solemn duty of announcing officially this Last Will and Testament falls on me. Because of the fact that 1 can scarcely view the document without tears, it behooves me to put on my spec-tagoogles in order to perform this important and burdensome duty with which 1 am confronted. We, the Class of 1939, being entirely mentally sound, well balanced, trustworthy, honest, loyal, and thrifty, do hereby formulate this, our Last Will and Testament, declaring null and void all similar documents formerly promulgated by us. Therefore, we shall at once delve into the contents and dispense with the sobs and tears as soon as possible. We, the Class of 1939, bequeath our qualities and treasured possessions as follows : Item 1. We leave Mr. Maxwell alone in his glory, as the best janitor who has ever pushed a broom. Item 2. We, the Senior Class, bequeath the Rock Maples, which almost sent the class into another depression, to whoever may find their shade beneficial. Item 3. I, the squeaky desk in Room 27, will be waiting for some quiet Sophomore history student. Item 4. We, the 39ers, will Mortimer the Skeleton, who is located in the Biology Lab, to Mr. Mudge because of their constant companionship throughout the year. We do this because we feel that only they are able to understand each other. Item 5. I, Joseph Cappuccio, having been duly intrusted to draw up, compile, 8( io )§►-