Westerly High School - Westlyan Yearbook (Westerly, RI)

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Tin: Senior Year Book — 1944 I, Marion Taylor, do will my extra height to Bobby Ulles, who could certainly use some of it. We, Anne Waddington and Winnie Walker, leave our ability to speak the “er” language to Edith Riley and Gladys Moen. I, Irene Servidio, bequeath my absenteeism to that cute sophomore who looks like Alan Ladd—Ed Jordan. I. Mugzy Montalto, do hereby will to Marilyn Frechette my blushing and my good care of Mr. Barber and Miss Shorey. (She needs a bodyguard.) We, Nancy Ritacco, Mary Gabrielle, and Nora DiPaola, leave our “Tootsie with his Taxi Cab” to Miss Endicott. I, George Stillman, leave my inspiring trumpet notes during flag ceremonies to Alex Houston, who, I am sure, will benefit by them. 1. Bud Clemens, leave my ability as a wolf to Hank Nowak. I. Carolyn Barber, will my love for classical music to Corrine Palm. 1, Steve Grossomanides, leave my collection of excuses to Goose Gentile — they mav come in handy. I. Maurice Laing, do leave my good luck and ability to get out of tight squeezes to Bill Kmetz. (He is going to need it.) I. Terry Malaghan, leave my constant “gum chewing” to anv student who is smart enough to “hoard” it when teacher is near. We. Phvlis Burdick and Sue Capalbo, Hereby do bequeath our companionship to the un and coming juniors—Stella Gen-carelli and Mary Toscano. I. William J. Quinlan, upon passing from said noble institution, do hereby bequeath my gvm suit to any ambitious junior who hopes to break the record I have attained in the subject nearest to my heart. We, Punky Gilchrist and Gladys Payne, leave our ability to get out of school early to Mary Reardon and Phyllis Cutter. I. Eileen Niles, leave my love (!!!) for history to Dorothy Wright, who I'm sure will study it as enthusiastically as I did. We, Alice Giannoni, Alice Bressette. Margaret Toscano, and Jennie Grillo, leave to any other Italian Class that is composed of four girls, our love and respect for Miss Lillian Ruisi, and our perfect (?) knowl- edge of the Italian language. We, Ethel Palmer and Marion Sherman, leave our ability of getting on Miss Endi-cott’s nerves to anyone who can get away with it. We, Dorothy Edwards and Margaret Gledhill, bequeath to June Charnley our jobs as lunch ticket distributors, in hopes that she will enjoy (?) it as much as we have. We, Jeanne Coon, Margaret Wilson, and Jeanne Merithew, leave our Senior Board positions to Janet House, Pearl Maki. and Mary MacKenzie of the Junior Class. May they always make the deadline. We, the Salesmanship Class, do hereby leave our sales ability and victory talks to those lovable college students. (It’s about time they did some work.) I, J. J. Faitani, Sr., do hereby bequeath my collection of B. T. U.’s and other confusing soliloquies to next year’s tug class, hoping that they may fare as successfully as I. We, Stella Saddow and Irene Priore, bequeath our basketball ability to those star juniors. Sarah Maggs and Marilyn Carr. I. Gertrude Tyler, do hereby leave to any junior who likes the job my position as secretary to Miss Sturtevant. I, Frances Gaccione, bequeath my secretarial ability in typing tests for Miss Mc-Weeney’s infants to some person who will apnreciate her kindness as I did. I, Helen Lamphere, do hereby bequeath my bookkeeping ability to one of those most beloved college students, Mary Doh-ring, who may need it for her budgeting before she reaches college. I. Pat Butler, do bequeath my tardy slips to any soph or junior who can keep up to my record. I. Gertrude Edmonds, leave my sports abilitv to Marilyn Frechette. I. Pearl Ricci, leave my red wagon to anyone who can take care of the keys. I. Bob Chamberlain, leave my stride when entering the auditorium leading the snappy seniors, to Tippy Salimeno of the juniors. We do hereby appoint Mortimer, the skeleton in Room 12, the sole administrator of this our last will and testament. GILCHRIST. SMITH. SPOSATO, Inc. Doctors at Law. -5(9)5-

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The Senior Year Book.— 1944 ing too busy with social affairs to compete with them. After purchasing enough war bonds and stamps for a jeep we held a gay Jeep Party in the gym. A number of seniors contributed to the entertainment, Joe “Frank Sinatra” Ruisi and Jimmy Greene as our crooners, George Stillman with his trumpet. Alice Giannoni as soloist, and Joe Fai-tani as master of ceremonies. Ruisi, a conspicuous star performer, received several encores, Shoo-Shoo Baby” being his specialty. A group of girls who should certainly be included in our Class History is the Salesmanship Class. They are the ones who worked so hard on war bond drives and took care of the business end of just about all of our social affairs. Class We, the Class of 1944, being mentally sound, trustworthy, and thrifty, do hereby formulate this, our last will and testament, and declare all previous wills null and void. To dispense with sobs and tears as soon as possible, we shall at once delve into its contents. We, the Senior Class, leave to the Sophomores, the great surplus in our treasury, that they may surely have a Junior Prom. We leave to the Juniors our intellectual knowledge, poise, and calmness, which have given the faculty many moments of suspense. We, Room 7, leave our patriotism and our marvelous attendance record to the Junior Class which will follow in our footsteps. We hope they will give Mr. Buck-ley as many happy hours as we have. We, that very special group of Senior girls, leave to Miss Shorey our humble apologies for giving her, during the fourth period, many vexing and discouraging moments. We, Robert Connors, John Sposato, and Sam Brown, leave our natural art and nonchalant manner of delivering extemporaneous speeches in the auditorium to We also put on a Senior Play—“Best Foot Forward,” under the direction of Miss Evans. Everyone enjoyed it, and the players took their parts like regular troupers. Another group to whom credit is due are the senior members of the championship basketball team—Captain Mike Santoro, Bud Clemens, Art Garafolo, and Bob Chamberlain. They did a wonderful job —lots of coordination — which brought them many victories. We looked forward to graduation and yet with sadness, for we would surely miss school. Some of the boys have left to join the armed forces and many more will be leaving after graduation. This, however, is where our history ends. We will leave the future to take care of itself. PHYLLIS AUTRY KENNETH AVERY Historians Will Tom Piccolo, who will need it during the football season. We, Marjorie Oppy and Barbara Smith, bequeath our deep, true, sincere, unaffected, loyal, unswerving, ardent, thoughtful, and beautiful friendship to Susan Murphy and Sally Briggs, who, we feel, will cherish and keep their friendship as we have ours. We, Ray Burdick and Edward Hindle, leave our personal records to any sophomore who deserves the honor. I. Kenneth Avery, bequeath my job as motion picture operator to Court Loomis and Farquhar Smith—don’t burn out the bulbs and forget to order new ones! I, Bunt Garafolo, leave my motto, “Take Life Easy,” to anyone who has a hard time getting up mornings. I, Carmela Pignataro, leave the honor of having been head cheerleader to thai charming lad—Gene Cercena. We, Phyllis Autry, Anna Church, and Beverly Maine, hereby do bequeath our jobs of ticket selling and collecting at the movies to Dot Harmon, Mary Geary, and Doris Rathbun. I, Louise Vuono, leave my seat in J. Spo-sato’s car to Mary Grasso.

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T11k Senior Yi ar Book — 1944 Class Prophecy Scene I: R. A. M. P. Club House. This club was organized to provide interest for our four prophets during and after school. ALICE: Hello, everyone! MARGE: Hi! BOB: Will the meeting please come to order now. The club has received a letter. Would Secretary Pearl like to read it. PEARL: June, 1964 Dear old-time Friends: You are cordially invited to visit the thriving community of Ardenville, one week hence. Ardenville. you may remember, was colonized bv the Class of ’44 (Westerly) shortly after Yours Trulv discovered the long-searched-for “Fountain of Youth.” After due deliberation, our colonv was called Ardenville for the Forest of Arden in “As You Like It” because of the similarity of climate. I must warn you, however, to be prepared for all temoeratures, as our climate is verv variable. As you might have difficulty in reaching Ardenville. I am sending mv own private tricopter, which has the remarkable powers of being able to speed on the ground, fly through the air. and sail over water with the greatest of ease. T hope you will find this invitation pleasing. Very truly yours. ARCHIE CONNORS, Mayor of Ardenville. BOB: What do you think, girls? Alice: Sounds wonderful. MARGE: I could be ready by tomorrow, if necessary. PEARL: I hear an aeroplane. BOB: Sounds like a car to me. ALICE: Listen. MARGE: (running to window) Oh, look! PEARL: What is that? BOB: That must be Mayor Connors' tricopter. ALICE: Queer-looking thing. Do you think it will be safe? BOB: Sure. What say? Let's all pack and meet here at the same time tomorrow. MARGE: I wonder what we should take. PEARL: I think I’ll take everything I’ve got. Just to be on the safe side. ALICE: O. K. Then I’ll be going. So long. BOB: Be on time. MARGE: Of course we will. PEARL: Bye. Scene II: After an amazing journey in the more amazing tricopter, our friends arrive in Ardenville. 20 miles from nowhere. MARGE: What a beautiful place! BOB: Here comes Mayor Connors, himself. What’s that he’s carrying? Looks like a key, but it couldn’t be. PEARL: Why not? Just because it’s a little large? It must be the key to the city. ALICE: This must be a big city to require that key. MAYOR: Welcome to Ardenville. I should like to present you with the key to the city. ROB: Thank you verv much. Mayor. This is a nice nlace vou have here. MARGE: It’s getting cloudy. Looks like rain. MAYOR: (looking at barometer watch) This barometer watch of mine savs heavy rain. Quick, jump back into the tricopter before vou get wet. PEARL: I should like to see Ardenville. MAYOR: If you like, you mav drive around a bit. I must go to my office. Bye. MARGE: Ix ok at it rain. Onlv a moment ago the sun was shining so brightly. ALICE: There goes mv hair. Originally it must have been string. PEARL: Look! There’s Bob Browning trying to pilot her way between the raindrops. What an occupation! Requires skill! BOB: Hear that thunder! Kenny Avery must be having fun trying to bottle the sound of the thunder to be used in fu- 4 lOjjr-