Westerly High School - Westlyan Yearbook (Westerly, RI)

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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. . . . ——

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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 — !')46 Up bright and early—to get a seat in the first row And see many friendly faces that we know— There’s Dot Autry with Margie Macomber: They’ve come to see Whitehead’s Atomic Cucumber. One of the speakers today will be Joe Pellegrino, His speech was written by Mary Ann Ferrigno— The subject will be on the price of eggs in China, (The idea began in Charles Marie Sparrow’s Diner). The meeting begins with an invocation Led by George Smith of the American Delegation. Today’s program is read by Madeline Grinnell Who has many important things to tell. . . . The speeches get dryer as the meating proceeds— We almost doze off while John Kenyon reads! The morning session ends to our delight, And we start to the cafeteria to get a bite. . . . We're led there by Bertha Harrington Who says, “If you want a seat, you’d better run.” We run as fast as bullets from a gun . . . And sit at a table with Paul Dunn— The head waitress, who is Claire Mackay, Tells us that chicken is the special for today— The egg factories were raised by Bud West; And Evelyn Gencarella, the chef, is the best! Looking out the window, wTe see Martha McGill Pushing Norton Brainard’s Ford up a hill! Then we pay the cashier, Lois Shader; And leave a nickel tip for Bob Ashworth, the waiter. We go back to our seats and the meeting gets goin’ With another address by Gladys Moen . . . Then Betty Bertwistle reads a speech For Mary Altimari—who has gone to the beach. Next comes the case of the international spy— Mariano Strafach is brought before the public’s eye. . . . The prosecuting attorney is A1 Brooks— (He’s always hated international crooks) The World Court Judge, Ethan Pendleton, Says, “Surely something has got to be done . . . This man may look innocent as a mouse; But first let’s hear some evidence from Virginia Moorhouse!” The evidence is given, And it looks as if Mariano for long won’t be livin’! But wait, here enters Bill Charous— With some evidence he got in Paris. . . . He hands it to the judge, who reads it aloud— It creates a commotion among the crowd. . . . “Mariano is saved!” shouts Winnie McElroy, ‘I always felt sure he was a good boy!” Claire Pendleton yells, “Let’s give him three cheers!” And Edith Riley’s eyes are filled with tears! Vito DiPaola shakes the hero’s hand; And Louis Ritacco runs out to hire a band. Above the clamor we hear a bell— And turn to see Charlie Lachapelle; Then Dick Heinold explains that the meeting has ended— No more today will our ears be bended! After this deliberation, You see the pathetic situation That we have brought into creation About the coming generation— We’ve really had no relaxation. Since we began this occupation; And we hope you’ll employ imagination While reading this screwy proclamation. . . . PETER RUISI NATALE URSO