Westerly High School - Westlyan Yearbook (Westerly, RI)

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Tin: Senior Year Book — 1944 ture warfare in place of gunpowder. How that lightning flashed! Kenny’s associate, Lydon Oatley, has tried in vain to catch a flash of lightning for his flashlight, but there seems to be a little difficulty because of the swiftness of the flashes. MARGE: Gosh, is that sun hot! Let’s go swimming in the ocean next to Steve Grossomanides’ horse show, called the Su-per-Duper Merry-go-round. ALICE: Isn’t that sand as white as salt. (Tasting) It is salt! And that’s Phyllis Autry counting grains of salt. I’EAKL: Who’s that leading that camel? Why it’s Gert Edmonds. HOB: There’s an oasis. Let’s stop and rest under a palm tree. MARGE: Anna Church is standing under that palm tree. Oh! Look! There’s a lion creeping up behind her. Oh, what shall we do? Oh! Sammy Brown to the rescue! He trails the lion and with one hand throws it to the ground. The lion is running away. Sammy is the victor. For a moment I was in doubt. PEARL: I’ve heard that Louis Brown has developed a coconut which, when ripe, bears meat already shredded. ALICE: Next to Louis’ coconut grove is a sw'eet lemon grove managed by Joseph Perra. It seems that all one has to do is insert a straw and sip to his heart’s content. Anyone thirsty? BOB: Oh! Oh! Look at the snow! Must be a blizzard! There’s Gladys Payne hanging out her sign. It reads, “My Fix-All-Payne-Is-Now-Open-For-Business.” Br! Feel that cold creeping in! MARGE: Is that the snow falling that I hear? Couldn’t be. Sounds like an Aria from Carmen. Oh! It must be Alice Giannoni singing, for I’ve heard that she can’t refrain from bursting into song when she hears snow fall. Imagine! PEARL: I can’t imagine. But no imagination is needed to hear Bob Smith and John Sposato and Louis DeFanti tightening nuts on peanut brittle in that shop across the street. BOB: Ah! Spring! L’amour—L’amour. ALICE: I know what you need. Some of Terry Malaghan’s tonic for spring-fever victims. MARGE: There’s another spring fever victim. It’s Hope Green reeling off her own poetry. PEARL: Didn’t she just walk by Connie Crandall? Connie is leaning against a tree with hearts carved on its trunk. BOB: Speaking of trees, I’ve heard Billy Quinlan is tying apples on lilac trees, imagining himself another Burbank. ALICE: Gee! The leaves are all falling off the trees! Dot Edwards and Margaret Gledhill must be busy now, sewing multi-colored leaves together to form patch work quilts for the poor shivering trees! MARGE: Autumn seems to be a tense season. Can’t tell what will happen. That’s why we see Mike Santoro walking on that high tension wire to calm his nerves. PEARL: That’s nothing. Look at Marion Taylor using telephone wires to hang her wash on. Convenient, huh? BOB: In the good old summertime! Oh for a dip in the ocean. MARGE: You’re not the only one with that idea. Patty Butler, Martha Moor-house, and Gladys Hagen just whizzed by on a surf board built for three. Alice Ferrigno should be with them. She must be busy with her collection of rare tropical mice. I’m glad that they have leisure for such frivolities! BOB: Frances Moshier is seeking a musical giraffe to add to her biological specimens. ALICE: Water, water everywhere. And not a drop to drink! Look at Mike Sposato rowing that sailboat ! PEARL: People don’t use sailboats on a desert. Must be a mirage. (To those who are in doubt: Remember—this is ARDEN-VILLE.) MARGE: Cheer up! Even if it is a mirage, there can’t be a desert here for long if Louis Zanella and Jiggs Cherenzia succeed with their plans for irrigating this desert. BOB: But their plans aren’t necessary. I hear that Pete Turano is working on a plan for making it rain. PEARL: Haw! Haw! There’s Betty Johnson teaching those snakes how to do the conga to the music of George Stillman’s Hot Horn.

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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-

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Tiif. Senior Year Book — 1944 ALICE: Doesn’t this beat all! Look at George Jepherson and Ray Burdick sitting under this broiling sun, engaged in a very calm game of checkers. MARGE: Oh! Oh! Joe Faitani is dashing down the street snouting Hail! Ilail! BOB: Maybe he is welcoming us. PEARL: No — silly! Feel that hail. Must be as big as ice cubes. ALICE: I hear that every time it hails here, Barbara Smith invites all of Arden-ville over for ice water. MARGE: Hurray! The hail is turning to snow. And here’s Richard Lamb with his head in a snow pile and his feet up in the clouds. Must be trying out his new skis. PEARL: Isn’t that an easy way of getting rid of the snow? It’s Jean Coon and Jeanne Merithew using a sun lamp. ALICE: Carmela Pignataro and Margaret Toscano seem to be heading toward the lake. Carmela fishes through the ice while Polly throws the poor fishes back into the water. BOB: On the other end of the lake are Maurice Laing and Eddie Hindle pearl diving while beside them Shirley Sanders works diligently collecting periwinkles, and Winnie Walker and Marion Sherman are waiting patiently on the shore to get a chance to use their extra long finger nails in opening the oysters. MARGE: Watch Joe Silver and Donald Tetlow acting as coolies whizzing that sleigh over the snow. And they have Frances Gilchrist ringing the sleigh bells, a very responsible position. PEARL: Carolyn Barber, Phylis Burdick, and Sue Capalbo are having fun dangling their feet off the back! BOB: It’s a good thing they are enjoying themselves now because in a few moments the snow will disappear. It’s getting warmer already. ALICE: Do you hear what I hear? Frances Sherman and Nora DiPaola giving their famous lecture entitled “Silence Is Golden.” MARGE: Oh! Look! Reggie Brown is taking advantage of the remaining snow by pitching snowballs to get in practice for his favorite pastime of pitching woo. PEARL: While we are on that subject, Margaret Carey, Anne Waddington, and Bev Maine have established a bureau for the lovelorn. Joe Ruisi seems to be a steady customer of theirs. MARGE: There’s a new turn of history. Bunt Garafolo imitating the ride of Paul Revere on his trusty steed, Mortimer the Turtle. BOB: And to start Bunt off, they used Tony (T. N. T.) Turano. ALICE: That cactus bush hasn’t any thorns on it. PEARL: That’s old stuff. You know, Barbara Clark, Marion Eleazer, and Helen Lanphere plucked all the needles for Carolyn Spencer and Shirley Thayer. Carolyn and Shirley use these needles to sew their famous cob-web stockings that have brought them such a fortune. BOB: I’m outnumbered, and it’s getting dark. MARGE: Don’t worry, Bob. A favorite hobby of Mary Gabrielle is catching lightning bugs which she sells to be used as lanterns. PEARL: There are Frances Gaccione and Mary Lallo purchasing one to help them in their search for five-leaf clovers. ALICE: Dot Whiteley and Marjorie Clarke ought to buy one to make the reading of Shakespeare a little easier. They interpret his plays for unpoetic students— only fifty cents a line. BOB: Yeowee! I feel something slippery rubbing against my ankle. MARGE: Silly boy! That’s Jenny Gril-lo’s pet seal. She taught it how to dance in six easy lessons. BOB: What a relief! PEARL: Gosh, that sun is blinding. Am I seeing things or is that really Margaret Montalto and Irene Priore trying to bounce eggs? Won’t they be surprised when they find that eggs don’t bounce? Or perhaps they do here in Ardenville. ALICE: I think I need glasses. Tell me, is that really Bob Collings and Francis Quattromani? And look at those suits that they have on! MARGE: Gert Tyler must have sold them those. She can sell anything. BOB: But she couldn’t possibly sell anything without the assistance of Stella Sad-dow and Nancy Ritacco. -- e( 12