Westerly High School - Westlyan Yearbook (Westerly, RI)

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The Senior Year Book — 1941 JANE—Oh, no, I have a highly specialized job. I am a dietitian! I test candy for the Fanny Farmer Company. And do I love my work! Woo woo! BOBBY—It does sound appropriate, Janie. That reminds we. When I was coming up here, I saw Hannah Clapham, who is head nurse at the Deaconess Hospital in Boston. She says Gert Hubbard and Virginia Knight were also making the internes’ lives happy. BILL—Oh, I forgot to tell you—on the way over I passed the Fine-Tony Dairy Co., which is being directed by Frank Bailey with the aid of Sam Alice, Sam Gavitt, and Harold Collings. They looked so contented among the cows. It seems Mr. Sherman’s training was not in vain. CONNIE—Oh, yes, I’ve seen billboards advertising their milk. As ads they have the All-American Football players Frank Gencarelli, Buff Din-woodie, and Stan Russell, who, so the Dairy Co. claims, have reached such heights due to the drinking of their milk. JIM—As I was eating my Wheaties the other morning, I saw on the back of the box a picture of Johnny Stellitano, the famous quarterback, who was endorsing the “Breakfast of Champions.” JANE—Is that what was on last week’s? The week before that, they had Snooky Barber holding a baseball bat in his hand, and looking vicious. BOBBY (picking up a book—What’s this? Oh. (disappointed) A dictionary. Why look! It’s by Emilio Faiola, that famous lexicographer — assisted by Adolph Jursa, James Wilson, and Charles Wheeler. GEORGE—And have you seen the foreword? It’s by Helen Coy—now a professor at Smith. BILL—Speaking of our old classmates, I went into General Motors the other day, and who do you think was there? None other than my old pal, Ralph Nardone, who is now the plant’s super sales manager. Thomas Reilly (as handsome as ever), Leverett Briggs (the red brush is beginning to thin), and Lome McLean (he has actually grown an inch) are in the plant helping him. To think that Mr. Trumpetto could have inspired them to such heights! GEORGE—Albert Gronstrom is also employed there as boss mechanic. GEORGE—How about Amando Ferraro? He is now manager of the roller-drome. Who do you think are performing there? None other than those acrobats on wheels—Angie Falcone, Lucy Fusaro, and Alyce Littlefield. JIM—1 met Bill Holliday—and what do you think he is doing? He’s taken over Dr. Robinson’s Vet practice and has Frank Genese and Jimmy Shephard as contact men to build up the business. And—oh yes—I saw Julio Iacoi, who is in charge of the printing department of the Utter Company. His secretary is none other than—careful, now—Marion Anderson. (loud noise—then a pop) NORM—Ye Gods, I knew I shouldn’t have let Frank Gingerella fix that radio. Now I can’t get Dick Donati and his orchestra from the Cocoanut Grove. JIM—How about Patsy Ligouri’s band tonight at eight? Joe Turco, Mike Tur-rano, and Tony Marziglio all play in it. BOBBY—I must listen in. Oh, I guess I can’t. Tonight I’m going out with “Timber” Strong. It’s so seldom he gets off from the ambulance service in the army. Bob Schilke helps him. They average a fender a day. NORM—Well, first my plumbing goes on the blink—and then my radio. That’s the last straw. JIM—What was the matter with your plumbing. Norm? You should have called Johnny Uzzi. He’ll stop any leaks you have—if you call his plumbing agency at the right hours. CONNIE—(reading from a newspaper) Well, look at this! It says here that Ev Larkin and Earl Crandall have caught a whale. JIM (reminiscently)—To think that this would come of their frequent fishing trips while at W. H. S. They were so versatile, too. Why, they not only went fishing four days a week but they almost always managed to spend at least one day of the week at school. CONNIE—And here is another item. Charlie Panciera, the agricultural specialist, has recently discovered growing conditions in South County which will soon bring him nation-wide fame. (At 12

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The Senior Year Book — 1941 Salon, is the trio’s best customer—much to the disgust of her scales. JIM—What are you doing now, Bobby? BOBBY—I knit in the sports shop at Best’s. Remember Hetsy Babcock? She’s chief buyer at Lord and Taylor’s and is going to Paris next week to see what they have new. While there, she plans to visit the world-famous costume designer—our own Betty Langworthy. Evelyn Langworthy, Hetsy’s assistant at Lord and Taylor’s, will carry on for her while she is away. JIM—Here come the two old buddies —Journalist Spezzano and Lawyer Cap-puccio. PAT—Well, hello, Jimmy. You’re a sight for sore eyes. What are you doing with yourself? JIM—Well, I have a very difficult job right now. I’m constructing my largest bridge yet over Anguilla River. MIKE—That’s some task! (Enter Bill Borsay) BILL—Hiya, folks! Would you like some free samples of Snookies, the new wheat cereal? Snookies contain all the vitamins from A to Z, besides being tasty, tangy, and— BOBBY—For heaven sakes, Bill! I always thought you’d turn out to be a salesman, but I never thought you’d come to this! BILL (indignant)—How dare you! I’ll have you know that I am the Sampson Cereal Company’s star salesman. Just for that, I’ll take the samples back. (Starts to collect.) JIM—Oh, Bill, Bobby didn’t mean anything. It’s all right. Tell us some of your adventures. BILL (somewhat mollified)—We—11, I just came from The Sun Office where I distributed some samples. Ken Astill s the editor now, you know. I also saw Doug Graham jumping around emptying waste baskets and sharpening pencils. He’s Ken’s office boy. Ken has quite a staff. While I was there, Ruth Rose and Eleanor Delicato planned scoops; one of them being that Eleanor Neville had just won the Pulitzer Prize for her latest play. Hope Smith and Dot Stoppello are now playing in her last play and expect it to break the run rec- ord of Broadway. Walter Palmer is business manager naturally, and I glimpsed Ed Burdick and Jim Dipollina rushing in and out with pictures. Ike Smith, who is the chief sport editor, with John D. Capalbo, Walt Bressette, and Ben Servideo as his assistants, had his hands full of W. H. S. writeups. Art Hannuksela has just been made football coach at Princeton, and Frances Prizito’s girls’ basketball team is the champion group of Washington County. Ralph Spargo, Bob Hyde, and Bob Kenyon, our glamour boys who cover the society angle, were also there. NORM—That’s quite a staff. Bill. Say! Do these old eyes deceive me, or is that Jane Robinson and Connie Harvey coming up the walk? (Enter Jane in chef’s cap and apron; Connie is wearing an evening gown and a crown of flowers on her head.) JANE—Hiya, folks! We’re a little late but we bumped into Gene Ferraro on the way, and he insisted on showing us his new dentist’s office. He wasn’t satisfied with that, but had to exhibit his prowess by pulling a tooth. He used as a victim Stan Gould, whose protests that his tooth was perfectly all right did no good. Marion Hill and Mary Baird, Gene’s dental hygienists, however, looked on sympathetically. CONNIE—Poor Stan! To think he just dropped in at Gene’s office to say hello and that’s what befell him. Stan came to town to speak at the public library. He’s a famous pediatrician now, you know. CHORUS—What? GEORGE—Children’s doctor to you, illiterates. JIM—1 saw you looking at that dictionary, George Dohring, so don’t pretend to be so smart. GEORGE—I did not. JIM—You did, too. GEORGE—I did not. JIM—Oh, nave it your way, then. What have you that get-up on for, Connie? CONNIE—Ah, I’m cherry blossom queen, you know. I dashed back in such a hurry I didn’t have time to change. JIM—Explain your outfit, Janie! Have you decided to come back here for Home Ec. after all these years? -4 11

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The Senior Year Book — 1941 this point a loud bang is heard as Jim Pignataro breaks through the rather fragile looking chair in which he is sitting. Everyone jumps up.) JIM (grinning rather sheepishly)— It’s all right, folks. NORM—I wish we had better chairs. JANE—Well, why don’t you call up Byron Main or John Ralls? They’re both good upholsterers and deadly rivals, although they do agree that the high school would do well to pad the auditorium seats. CONNIE—Now that everything is quiet again, I can continue reading my paper. “David Parnigoni and Lester Rathbun have just completed a nonstop flight around the world. BOBBY—Yes, I saw them in a newsreel at the United the other night. Sal Servideo restrained his ambition to join the navy, and settled down to being manager of the theatre. CONNIE—Oh, I forgot to tell you people about my last visit to New York. I made a tour of all the shops and saw loads of our old classmates. JIM—Really? Who were some of them? CONNIE—Well, I came upon Hazel Greenman and Theresa A. Gaccione pounding the keys in the business department at Macy’s. Edith Dinwoodie is in charge of the window decorating section, and Ethel Visgard models for the same firm. Lola Panciera is a salesgirl in a college shop, while Ida Grills is managing “Ye Old Hat Shoppe” on Fifth Avenue. BOBBY—Did you see anything of Phyllis Brown? I heard she was in New York. CONNIE—Yes, I dropped in at Columbia where she was trying to push Calculus into the unwilling brains of the students. Guess whom I ran into—Marion Monti. She’s laboratory technician in a New York hospital. She was telling me about having as patients Walt Burdick and Donal Mitchell. They had an ununfortunate accident with the navy plane. Also reclining among the sheets was Fred Ennis, who had had a mishap on the parallel bars. He’s in Barnum and Bailey’s Circus now, you know. She also said that the patients receive many flowers from Patsy Pellegrino’s Florist Shop. He is assisted in his business by Carmella Algiere, famous horticulturist. JANE—Say, I saw a parade the other day. Helen Pendleton was the drum major, and was she stepping out! Anastasia Grossomanides was there with her group of Girl Scouts. I %vish I weren’t so short, Marjorie Heath was there and could see over everyone’s head. She’s working as secretary to Dan Taylor, who is now selling Cadillacs. MIKE—You know, as Pat and I were speeding down Morgan Street in my new car which was sold to me by Louis Algiere (and believe me I got the worst of the bargain) I saw a huge sign saying, “Ethel Fulford’s Home for Those Sick of Life.” Two of her staff of employees were those old classmates Evelyn Smith and Marjorie Kenyon. Across the street was “Normand Andrews’ Home for Women Haters and Stray Cats.” Frolicking about the yard were Paul Algiere and Gerard Antonino. PAT—Our old friend Mary Reale is chief accountant of “Reale Co.” and has as her secretary Myrtle Grinnell. Winnie Stenhouse, Jacqueline Turano, and Priscilla Holman are hostesses for the town council and make Westerly the place to visit. CONNIE—I went into the new “Y” the other day to find that Margaret Kinney was the swimming instructor. Also teaching there were Margaret Turco and Helen Mattson. Alma Rhodes coaches basketball at night—while during the day she sells sporting goods at Burdick’s. PAT—I dropped in at Letitia Pellegrino’s “Libro Aperto” bookshop in which she caters to the Italian reading public. She is ably assisted by Mary Vuono. They are featuring this week a book of poems by that well known author classmate of ours, Anne Murano. CONNIE—While in New York I saw Julia Naccarato modeling in Saks; she was featuring a Schiaparelli original. BOBBY—The two old cronies, Lillian Spencer and Roma Palmer, are running a day nursery in Chicago; Stella Manfred assists them in the role of dietitian. JIM (looking off the stage)—Ah, food at last! I bet it will be good as it is served by Caterers Fancy Co., in other words, by Theresa Gaccione, Norma Dove, and Arline Reynolds. Come, let’s get it! (General rush for the door.) -4. 3 -