Westerly High School - Westlyan Yearbook (Westerly, RI)

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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!

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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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Tin: Senior Year Book — 1946 Back on the street we call a taxi Driven by Ruth Codings, the cute little hackie. We head for the airport, But the girls get their hair caught In the new-style window Invented by ingenious Marie Lorino. So now at Pete Ruisi’s Beauty Salon We watch the proprietor putting mud packs on. While his right-hand man, Bobby Eleazer, Trims Flattop’s eyebrows with a tweezer. We stop at the drugstore to get a cigar, The soda-jerk is Marylin Carr. (If your face has a blemish, Buy some cream from Frances Klemish.) The registered pharmacist is Johnny Morrone, His silent partner is Tommy Barbone. Finally at the airport, we hop in a plane; Checking names is Priscilla Keane. The daring pilot, Leo Moroso, Winks at radioman, Sylvester Abosso; We ring the bell for some H20 Delivered by the stewardess, Eleanor Vuono. We reach our objective and land with a bang; Out of her seat falls Shirley Laing. Welcoming committee for the U.N.O. Is Isabel Percival and Joe Broccolo— They take us out to see the town In a jeep invented by Clinton Brown. In the residential section is Anita Devine Hanging her washing on the line. Next door the singing teacher, Janice Burns, Blows her top, while Janet Chaffee learns—! We see on Main Street every store That you can find in New York’s core! From a hot dog stand run by Diane Breen— To a Sidewalk Cafe and Shirley Greene, From Irv Panciera’s Olympic Games— To Gerry Matteson, raising Great Danes! To top it all we see Doc Nat Urso Walking with a beautiful nurse—Oh! As we tour, a page boy, Charlie Hall, Brings us news of a wonderful ball To be held in our honor tonight at eight; So to Quattromani’s Hotel we go to wait. Evelyn Algiere, the clerk at the desk, Gives us a room where we can rest— And Mary Bamford, the elevator girl, Shoots us up so fast that our heads start to whirl! To go to the ball we’ll need a tuxedo In the next room is Tony Perra (traveling incognito), We ask to borrow his suit for tonight; He says “No! You want to fight?” So we summon the house detective, Farquhar Smith— Who comes up and gives him a mighty biff! His eye starts to blacken and he yells with pain. Till we call the hotel nurse, Barbara Maine. She tells us to send for a steak from below— Enters the traveling butcher, Amelia DeBartolo! Next we hail a taxi and head for the ball. But Ellen Ralls, the driver, hits a stone wall; We finally arrive an hour later; Greeted at the door by John Fallon, the waiter. (Pete Weeden, the butler, is on strike He wants his boss to buy him a bike). Turning to the guests, our hostess, Arlene Davis, Says: “Look at what Westerly High School gave us!” We join the guests, all of great renown; Including Alice Allen, Betty Smith, and Lois Brown. . . . The entertainment starts with Anna Parnigoni Singing Ann Nardone’s song, “Love Is Baloney.” Next come the contortionists, Jean Clarke and Dot Currie, They do their act and leave in a hurry. . . . During a vocal by Thelma Clark We take a casual glance at the clock . . . We find it’s time for us to depart So that tomorrow we can get an early start— We’re going to visit some important places, And also see some familiar faces, Including Mary Servidio at the Secretariat, That’s also where Barbara Talbot’s at. . . . ——