Westerly High School - Westlyan Yearbook (Westerly, RI)

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The Senior Year Book — 1946 Class Will In the year of our Lord 1946. After deliberating twelve long years, we, the executors of this last will and testament, being of sound mind and memory, with our hankies in our hands, do with great sorrow and grief bequeath our qualities and treasured possessions as follows: 1. I, Calvin Wright, will my bones to replace Pete, the skeleton, who is badly in need of replacement. 2. We, the biology class, do hereby leave our knowledge of paramesia and protosoa to future biology classes. May they understand these terms better than we have. 3. We, Barbara Talbot and Virginia Moor-house, will our beautiful blonde locks to our worthy successors, Phyllis Scott and Helen Hannu, “giving our sum of more to that which had too much.” 4. I, Albert Quattromani, leave my ability to lie in bed mornings to anyone who has the nerve to face Mr. Stevens upon arriving. 5. We, Esther Bernasconi, Janice Burns, and Priscilla Keane, will our friendship of three years to Peg Baker, Trudy Stevens, and Carol Coduri. 6. 1, Shirley Laing, leave my ability to create cartoons and artistic material to that special minion of the faculty, Charles Peterson, and dub him “Wizard of Arts.” 7. I, Skanky Pellegrino, bestow my large, fascinating eyes (which occasionally I strain admiring the scenery) to future boys who admire beautiful things. 8. I, Mary Bamford, leave my two big toes to anyone who undertakes the art of toe dancing. 9. I. Mary Dohring, will my well-trained cheering squad to anyone whose lungs will hold out long enough to lead them. 10. We, Marjory Macomber and Edith Riley, bestow our serenading in gym classes on Jane Bradshaw and Jane Ashworth. 11. I, Syl Abosso, bequeath my preference for redheads to other fellows who favor carrot tops. 12. We, Irv Panciera and Bob Gervasini, leave our tantalizing effects on Miss Evans to the male population in Room 5 in future years. 13. We, the Ashaway Sheiks, Pete .Weeden, John Morrone, and Bill Charous, leave our charms to the future Ashaway Socialites in the hope that they will sway Westerly girls as we did. 14. We, Charlie Hall, Clint Brown, and Leo Moroso, will our streamlined Hupmobiles to any junior boys who think that they can crowd more people into them than we did. 15. I, Pete Ruisi, after three years of bothering the teachers, do hereby leave them an era of peace. 16. We, Gladys Moen and Tony Pena, leave our positions as photographers for the Senior to anyone who is fast enough to catch people unaware. 17. We, the Senior girls in the gym club, will our worn-out uniforms to future members in the hope that they can keep them neater than we did. 18. We, Betty Bertwistle. Bertha Harrington, and Marilyn Carr, leave our experience in the cafeteria to all future girls. Remember, “the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.” 19. We, Irene Terranova, Madeline Grinnell, and Mary Servideo, bestow our trips down town for Miss Aim to anyone who likes cokes in the morning. 20. We, Barbara Main and Joe Pellegrino, leave our towering height to future basketball players. 21. We, Anita Devine, Diane Breen, and Arlene Davis, bequeath our annoying chatter in study halls to future chatterboxes, hoping that they can “get away with it” better than we did. 22. We, Lois Brown and Betty Smith, af- ter racking our brains without success, do hereby leave......... 23. We, Court Loomis and Charlie Barber, leave our daily trek up Granite Street to future unfortunates who come on the Watch Hill bus. We guarantee that you will not suffer from lack of exercise when you have walked up hill as much as we have. 24. We, John Fallon and Bob Stewart, will our

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The Senior Year Book — 1946 Time: February, 1945. Event: End of Basketball Season. The end of a successful basketball season with another Class B plaque. John Gentile, Francis Pellegrino, Irving Panciera, and Edward Par-nigoni all went to Marvel Gym where once again we assembled to support our team in the final playoff, the State Championship. Although we lost it by two points in a “Sudden Death” period, we were never prouder of our teams than we were that night. They were the real “Champs.” Skanky Pellegrino was elected next year’s captain. Time: Spring. Event: Junior Prom. Our first real social event. The gym was gayly decorated with a circus theme. A fine committee enabled us to hold a very enjoyable prom. Time: May, 1945. Event: Baseball Season. Coach Federico had to start from scratch this season as those “State Champs” had all graduated. But Panciera, Weeden, Wright, Charous, Parnigoni, Morrone, Matteson, Juidice, and Bar-bone came through with flying colors for us. Pete and Cal were chosen next year’s co-captains. Time: June, 1945. Event: Graduation Day. Lloyd Kenyon awarded the Hi-Y Cup for scholarship and leadership. Time: September 5, 1945. Event: Seniors! We had returned after a summer that saw peace descend upon the world. We elected for leaders: President, Frank Juidice; Vice Presi- dent, Peter Ruisi; Treasurer, Mary Dohring; Secretary, Shirley Laing, and Marshal, Maurice Murphy. The student body elected Lloyd Kenyon as President of the Student Council. Clubs were organized for the year and credit will be given for satisfactory participation. Time: Fall, 1945. Event: Football Season. Westerly won the Class B Championship in football for the first time in ten years. Seniors taking honors were Gervasini, Pellegrino, Panciera, A1 Grills, Eleazer, Brainard, and Murphy, not to mention valuable reserves. The annual Thanksgiving Day clash with SHS. A battle royal! We had not only SHS to fight, but all the elements, too. However, in spite of wind and rain, win we did, score 6-0. At long last, Stonington’s winning streak over WHS was shattered! Special mention to our cheerleaders: Mary Dohring, our lively, sparkling senior leader, who along with Diane Terranova, Dottie Currie, and the junior members combined to produce one of the finest cheerleading groups the school has ever known. Time: November, 1945. Event: Senior Prom. A soft musical setting (even the decorations cleverly carrying out the musical theme) made this the gayest and most successful social affair of the year. (Sh—we even made money on a dance!) Time: January, 1946. Event: Basketball Season. Another triumphant basketball season! Led by Skanky Pellegrino and ably assisted by Irv Panciera, Frank Juidice, Lloyd Kenyon, and underclassmen, Siciliano, Bressette, Bookataub, and Nigrelli, the 1946 Bulldog team brought home the Class B Championship trophy from Marvel Gym. But success at WHS could not have been achieved without the sportsmanship and guidance of our grand coach and good friend, James Federico. Flash! May we stop for a moment to pay tribute to two or more of our valued classmates? To Shirley Laing who, through her artistic ability, has made our dances livelier, our “Senior” more graphic, and many of our activities more attractive ; to Aileen Murray, whose intelligent and gentle leadership as editor has prodded much action from a grand Senior Board; and to the senior salesmanship class who have made our social affairs a financial success, too. Time: Spring, 1946. Event: Senior Play. “Berkeley Square,” a fantasy by John Balder-ston, was presented to a delighted audience by the seniors. The cast did a fine job with the play and much credit must be given to Miss Evans, the director. Time: June, 1946. Event: Our Graduation. Our Westerly High School careers are now written and locked in the pages of its history. The future is before us. It is our hope that it will contain, among other things, the simple joys of life that really matter. May contentment come with success; may determined effort and will override disappointment; may the capacity for appreciation be ours always. MARY DOHRING MARIE TAMER Historians

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The Senior Year Book — 1946 curly locks to future girls who are not quite so fortunate as we. 25. I, Frank Juidice, leave my duties, headaches, responsibilities, and worries that go with being president of the senior class to the next president. 26. I. Marie Tamer, bestow my position behind bars (activity window) to anyone who thinks she can get here by 8:00. 27. I, Janet Chaffee, bequeath my hard head, which I acquired from books falling from my stacked locker every day, to anyone who can take it with a smile. 28. I, Aileen Murray, will my leadership abilities to the Senior Board of 1947. 29. I, Nat Urso, 3rd, leave my friendship with a certain English teacher to my cousin, Natale, 2nd, who will greatly profit by it. (and how!) 30. I, Ruth Codings, leave my ability to be on the winning team to Esther Ricci. 31. I, Lillian Turco, will my winning smile to future Ipana” users. 32. We, the Class of ’46, bestow upon future classes our sincere hope that they will enjoy and appreciate their high school years as much as we have. We have come to the conclusion that we must bestow the dubious honor of being executor of this, our will, on Miss Hanson’s cat, who, we know, will carry out its provisions to the fullest extent. Coming at last to the termination of this document, we cannot but feel remorse in leaving this noble institution of learning, and it is with unsteady hand that we affix our seal to this testament anti leave our High School for the outside world. DIANE BREEN RUTH COLLINGS PETER RUISI Class Prophecy After much deliberation ■On the prophetic situation, We have come to the conclusion That we will create an illusion . . . It’s nineteen hundred and fifty-six— (All our girls have married hicks) The scene is the capital of the U.N.O., And to this place we are to go. Before we go, we have to eat, So to Skankie’s Cafe we aim our feet— In a booth Gervasini— A handsome Marine, eating a weiner, Beside him sits Mary Dohring Who finds teaching very boring She turns to tell Aileen Murray; Who cannot wait; she’s in a hurry. (Are you kidding?) Lil Turco’s orchestra plays dinner music With John Cross singing t..e blues—Hie! Then Marie Tamer puts on a stage show Featuring Bud Kenyon and his Yo Yo. Diana Terranova has made the costumes And Jimmie Jackson’s blown up the balloons. Performing next we see Toot Grills; The Bulldog Basher gives us thrills. To get back, however, to the point, We start to vacate the joint— But Maurice Murphy, the cop on the beat, Takes us to the station and turns on the heat. We forgot to pay the check. So Judge Juidice gives us heck. We get Attorney Bob Mitchell to defend us, But Prosecutor Bob Clark won’t suspend us. The singing waiter, Calvin Wright, Asks us what we want to bite. The cook is Esther Bernasconi, So we order macaroni. Charlie Barber, Chief Bo’sun’s Mate. Slaps Lieutenant Loomis while we wait. Then Superman Collins, the mighty S. P., Takes them back to camp to do K. P. He tells us to get bail in twenty-four hours; Or we’ll soon be pushing up flowers—(daisies) So we go to the bank, but Teller Ann Clarke Tell us she hasn’t got the key to the lock . . . Then Secretary Irene Terranova introduces Pre:' ident Hoxie— Who wants some security; he’s very foxie! We haven’t any; so we forget the fine— When we get back, we’ll hand the judge a line!