Westerly High School - Westlyan Yearbook (Westerly, RI)

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CLASS OF 1945 Doris Bradshaw Sally Briggs Donna Brown Shirley Campbell Florence Caswell Lois Clarke Constance Coon Charles Crandall Hope Dove RHODE ISLAND HONOR SOCIETY Adele Eusebio Norma Frazier Marilyn Frechette Rose Fusaro Mary Geary John Gomena Elinor Gray John Grossomanides Dorothea Harman Janet House Thomas Jursa John Lathrop Louise Ligoure Mary Mackenzie Richard Maines Pearl Maki Merton Matthews Dorothy McClure Susan Murphy Henry Nowak Richard Owens Corinne Palm Vera Parry Doris Payne Jean Phillips Priscilla Pine Doris Rathbun Eileen Rea Thomas Salimeno Lucille Shader Virginia Tyler Doris Wood Ellen Wilcox Robert Wilcox

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Table of Contents Dedication............................. S Class Song and Poem.................... 7 President’s Address.................... 8 Class History.......................... 9 Class Will............................ 14 Class Prophecy........................ 16 Statistics............................ 21 In Memoriam........................... 22 Seniors.............................23-35 Underclass Statistics...............36-37 Senior Board........................38-39 The Waltz Dream.....................40-42 Organizations.......................43-50 Athletics ..........................51-55 Snapshots...........................56-58 Advertising ........................59-72

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Tin: Sknior Year Book — 1945 CLASS SONG We sing thy praise, oh Westerly, Our Alma Mater, hail! Our love for thee, so deep and true Our loyalty, ne’er fail. Tho’ from these halls we’ll soon depart Upon our several ways, We’ll always keep within our hearts Fond mem’ries of bright days. From vale and hill up to the sky Our praises rise to thee; Thy honored name will never die, All hail—dear Westerly! —Susan Murphy, ’45 CLASS POEM Today is ours, as mournfully We bid farewell to high school days And start along the paths of life, Each careful in his choice of ways. So much depends on what we do, The future of democracy Is in our hands and we must fight, And die, to keep our nation free. CLASS MOTTO Sine Domino, Frustra Omnia— Without God, all is in vain The flame of youth will burn and dim And leave but ashes smouldering, But dreams we have will yet remain Within our hearts re-echoing. And, if we pray to God for help To do our task and prove our worth. When life is o’er and we depart We'll leave a better, wiser earth. —Vera Parry, ’45 CLASS COLORS Blue and Silver 7 ►“