Westerly High School - Westlyan Yearbook (Westerly, RI)

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Tin: Senior Year Book — 1942 Class Will The awesome and spectacular privilege of inscribing into the intellects of our fellow students the last will and testament of the honorable class of 1942 falls upon us three modern “Portias.” Our hearts are replete with sorrow as we solemnly take into our hands a pen to record this memorial of three years of assiduous labor. 1. We, the members of the Senior Class, bequeath our reputation of noise-makers to the Sophomore Class, which has already s' own great promise of following in our footsteps. 2. I, the broken desk in Room 8, leave my desire for attention to our ingenious janitor, Mr. Maxwell. 3. We, the sandwiches in the cafeteria, do hereby leave our increasing prices to our customers—“C’est la guerre.” 4. I, the radio in Room 9, after three strjnuous years with the Class of ’42, leave my hopes of a more peaceful future to the ensuing classes. 5. We, the English Class of the 12B Division, do hereby bequeath our appreciation of poetry and of the other arts, and in particular our interest and zeal in English literature to the new senior English classes, that they may be as successful as we in capturing Miss Hanson’s love and esteem. 1. We, the “Songbirds of Paree,” Eleanor Narciso and Gertrude Schwabe leave the inspiration of our harmonious voices to Alice Giannoni and Jean Kennedy. 2. I, Kay Crowley, leave my ability to arouse Miss Kingsley’s genial nature to George Stillman, a most promising sophomore. 3. I, Jean Graham, after much deliberation leave my title as “Mayor of Bradford,” inherited from my brother Doug, to Hazel Clark. 4. We, the three “Mesquiteers”—Mike Guarino, Dino Panciera, and Eddie Gen- carelli, leave our studious attitude and inconspicuous demeanor to any juniors who feel themselves worthy of the honor. 5. I, Lillian Weimar, leave -my tall stature to that very minute junior, John McIntyre. 6. I, Frances Boyington, do hereby bequeath my interest in R. I. State to Judy Segar. 7. I, Gene Notkin, leave my poise and height to Joe Ruisi, who I feel sure, will profit by it. 8. I, Loretta Devine, leave my versatile personality to my w’orthy successor, Joy Palm. 9. I, Anna Evans, leave my shy, demure demeanor to Winnie Walker that she may profit by my example. 10. I, Claire Turco, leave my collection of late slips to Philip LaMarche, who possesses a collection second only to mine. 11. I, James Woodfield, leave the blueness of my eyes to Evelyn Savles, my rival in that field. 12. I, Kay Cercena, bestow my irresistible giggle upon Miss Hanson, who, I am sure, will appreciate it. 13. I, Claire Taillon, leave my mental capacity for learning to any deserving junior planning to take senior Latin. 14. I, Mary Wolstencroft, do leave my ability to drive a car to Tony Trovato, the “Terror of the Highways.” 15. I, George Cottrell, bequeath ray reputation as the best dinner-tray pusher to the junior or sophomore who may inherit my esteemed position. 16. I, Jeanne Dreczko, leave my position as office assistant to Martha Moor-house, who seems to enjoy spending her afternoons in the office. 17. I, Harold Payne, leave my love and knowledge of music to that “drummer-bov junior,” Vernon Wheeler. 18. I, Wally Greig, bequeath my title, “Best Doodler in the Class,” to Miss Irene Warner that she may pass it on to the most unpromising lower classman. 19. I, Ruth Shippee, leave my experi- - §1 i3 )$—

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The Senior Year Book — 1942 IRENE—Ruth Brown has just returned from her cross-country travels and Frances Boyington is a farmerette in Shan-nock. Now that the war is over Philo-mene Motes is a beautician and is making the girls feminine again since slacks have been put away. Elaine LoPriore and Elvira Malagrino are making nail polish in every color of the rainbow to go with each costume. Here, Ferd, you look at the world for awhile. FERD—In the Westerly A P Super Market, Joe Pescatello is the new produce manager and Pete Vocatura has taken over the meat market. I see that Ken Sayles is earning a dollar an hour playing nursemaid to beautiful babies whose mothers are flying planes for the Pan-American Airways. Look at Saul Saila. He’s now a forest ranger in Glacier Park and still has opportunities to enjoy his favorite pastime of “angling.” BOB—Lemme look—I can see Virginia Hurtado crossing the finishing line in a roller skating cross-country race. And Mary Capalbo is in her seventh heaven as an airplane hostess. Whee—just gaze at that snazzy red racing car!—and it’s Jean Champlin at the wheel just being crowned with flowers for coming off first in the international auto races. IRENE—I see that Jean Dreczko has taken over the duties as secretary at our old Alma Mater. She has been granted special permission to ring the fire alarm system five times a week. Donald Miller is still going around incognito behind his dark glasses trying to give the impression that he’s who he isn’t. It is said he is really the world’s greatest detective. Ruth Shippee and Thelma Burdick are cooking at Norwich Inn; their food now being the talk of the town. FERD—(turning the telescope) Loretta Devine is editor-in-chief of the largest, most liberal magazine in circulation, the “Whiz.” Virginia Celico and Myrtle Grinnell are expert and efficient secretaries at Westerly Telephone Company. Here, Bob, you may look now'. BOB—Shirley Haston’s hat shoppe on Fifth Avenue contains the very latest in milady’s so-called millinery. Ina Babcock and Priscilla Dove are making millions by manufacturing gum for high school students. They have invented a kind which if chewed consistently will make failure in exams impossible. Kay Grills is about to be married for the third time; and look who is head nurse at The Westerly Hospital—Kay Crowley. IRENE—(turning telescope) I can see Darkest Africa and a caravan headed by those two famous explorers, Arlene Church and Evelyn Palmer. They’re hunting for an unknown species of ferocious cat. (Turning again) Lillian Weimar is an influential diplomat in the New InterContinental Court founded by David Par-nigoni and other allied diplomats. FERD—Well, the rocket ship is all set to go and we’ve seen all our classmates except Justin McCarthy, Seigel Ralls, and Edward Hoiniski. Let’s take off. (Pause for a few seconds.) We’re approaching the earth, hold your hats tight. Hang on! (The ship hits the earth with such terrific force that it penetrates it a depth of three miles and comes to rest in a subterranean passage.) No wonder we didn’t see the other boys for they’re using the new earth-boring machine and are bringing to completion this Super-Perfect International Roadway from Westerly to Calcutta right through the middle of the earth. Let’s take this new road home. FERDINAND COMOLLI IRENE TOUGAS ROBERT CARD Prophets — 8f 12 )§►-

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The Senior Year Book — 1942 ence as director of an orchestra to Mr. Valentine to aid him in breaking in new chorus members. 20. I, Ruth Kelley, leave my lisp and baby charm to my successor, Harry Cham-plin. 21. I, Connie Wright, leave my reputation of never understanding Miss Endi-cott to next year’s Transcript Class. 22. I, Bob Card, leave my profound interest in “dates” to Mr. Foster. 23. I, Doris Field, will my arithmetical skill to Dolores Dionne. 24. We, Charley McCormack, Jimmy Sisco, and Bill Ferrigno, leave our genius for all being absent from school on the same day to any juniors who are capable of discovering our secret. 25. I, Eddie Tourtellotte, leave my Camay complexion to all my feminine admirers. 26. I. Bob Smith, bequeath my interest in Stonington High to that deserving sophomore, Patty Butler. 27. I, Dot Eccleston, confer my spontaneous wit upon Gladys Hagen. 28. I, Kenny Sayles, will my appropriate remarks in history class to Eddie Mello. 29. I. Robert Young, bequeath my suave, nonchalant attitude towards my studies to John Schoning. 30. We, Caroline Wilbar and Ruth Brown, bequeath the sterling qualities of our friendship to Pearl Parry and Hilda Walker that the course of true friendship may be as smooth for them as it was for us. 31. I, Peggy Saunders, bequeath my reticent (?) and taciturn (?) personality to the Orr sisters. 32. We. Thomas Maines and Edward Parry, will our attempts to out-talk each other on the subject of the present world turmoil to any pair of juniors who can rival our interests and abilities. 33. I, Bernice Turnbull, will my amazing knowledge of history to any poor jun- ior striving for a passing grade in Mr. Foster's eminent course. 34. I, Frances Knight, leave my voluntary and efficient aid in the office to the junior business students. 35. I, Sally Archie, bequeath my flirtatious tendencies and mes affaires de coeur to Wuzzy Lawrence. 36. I, Mary Finster, leave my never-failing good nature to any junior who cannot laugh with as much facility at everything as I have always done. 37. We, Irene Tougas and Mary Uzzi, will our artistic abilities with all their potentialities to the forthcoming art classes with the hope that the future art of the school may, in some way, measure up to our high standards. 38. I, Arlene Church, bequeath my merry blue eyes, irresistible dimples, and spontaneous giggles to that captivating Irish colleen of the junior class, Kathleen Carey. 39. I, Ferdinand Comolli, will my quiet, scholarly, kindly personality, which has won for me both love and respect from my classmates, to Ted Moller. 40. I, Saul Saila, leave my executive qualities and higlh football standing to Amodio DeSimone, with whom I have much in common. And now, after careful consideration, we feel that the honor of being executrix of this. Our Will, should be bestowed upon the staid, reliable and ever-efficient, Miss Dorothy Hanson, whose nature is by far the most suitable for such a momentous document. Finally it is with many misgivings, since Destiny could not prolong these three succinct years into a more extended period of time, that we terminate this last will and testament of the Class of ’42, and bid adieux to our teachers, to our fellow students, and to the unforgetable memories of our happy days at “dear, old” Westerly High. MARGARET SAUNDERS CLAIRE TAIL LON LILLIAN WEIMAR