Westerly High School - Westlyan Yearbook (Westerly, RI)

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The Senior Year Book — 1947 30. I, Florence Terranova, leave my desire for the wild and wooly West to anyone who appreciates cowboy music as I do. 31. I, John Risico, do will my fiendish laboratory ideas and actions to Ken Prosser, who is running a close second to me already. 32. We, Kathie Hall and Linda Wilson, leave our portrayal of “refined” characters to future actresses who desire to play such difficult roles. 33. I, Jean Moller, leave my helpfulness around the office to anyone who can do the job as well as I did. 34. We, Joycelyn Steadman, Gloria Capalbo, and Barbara Bailey, leave our secretarial positions in the band room to that junior trio of Uzzi, LaMarche, and Brucker—goodbye, free periods! 35. I, Tom Abraham, do confer my Sinatra- Swoon singing upon that able boy, Francis Gen-carelli. 36. I, Frank Petrone, leave my efficiency in history to anyone who likes a Southern atmosphere. 37. We, Irene Sposato, Marie Misisco, and Virginia Pendola, leave our knack for “days out” to any junior who can find out our combination. 38. We, Joan Zanella and Jackie LaMarche, leave our abilities and zeal in locating missing names to Coach Mudge, our honorary club member. We, the Class of ’47, terminate this legal document by bidding adieu to our understanding teachers, to our underclassmen, and to good old “W. H. S.” and it is with heavy heart we betake ourselves and start out on our own way into the strange, new, fascinating world awaiting us. ANDREW DeROCCO MARIE FEDERICO RUSSELL HOLLAND Class Prophecy New York City, June. 1967—The Nobel Prize was awarded last night to Professors Russell Holland, B.S., M.S., Ph.D., and Andrew DeRocco, B.S., M.S.. Ph.D., two of America’s most prominent scientists. Working in collaboration for the past twenty years, these men received the award for their brilliant research work in harnessing the atom. Reading this article in the New York Times brings back to us fond memories of W. H. S. '1 herefore we have decided to hop into a Rocket ship and tour the universe in search of our long-lost classmates of ’47. As we take off from Van Duyne Air Field, named after Richard Van Duyne, the mayor of the city, our stewardess, Jane Ashworth, inform- us that our pilot is none other than “Walla” Smith. After settling down, we turn our attention to our traveling companions and recognize only one, Erastus Benn, who is on his way to Mars to establish a uranium ore transportation unit. Our first stop is Saxet, Mars. Donning our space suits, we make ready to leave the ship. As we alight, we engage as a guide. Bill Church, who directs us to the Cosmic Hotel, owned and managed by Ira Murphy, former mayor of Saxet. Helen DePerry, the head waitress, directs us to a table, and after enjoying a delicious dinner, we settle back to watch the floor show. The first performer, the star of the show, is Jayne Bradshaw, singing “You’ll Always Be the Atom I’ll Split,” accompanied by Art Guarin.i and his allgirl orchestra. Playing in the orchestra are Mary Ellen Tyler, Gladys Roode, Marion Burdick, Katherine Sacco, and Marjory Hill. Next on the program is “Mex” Abraham singing “Give Me Five Atom.-- More,” and as an encore, “My Uranium Is So Refined.” Feeling rather tired from our long trip from the earth, we decide to retire to our rooms. As we leave the dining room, the hotel clerk, George Hill, informs us that our rocket ship must leave for Mercury twelve hours earlier than scheduled - •$( 9 ► -

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The Senior Year Book — 1947 Class Will We, the executors of this last will and testament, do, after twelve Ion years of careful planning and deliberation, take it upon ourselves with heavy heart and solemn burden of duty to bequeath the following: 1. I, Trudy Stevens, leave my headaches and fun as Editor of the Barker to Joan Meyer, my worthy successor. 2. I, Ernie Crowther, do will my big blue-green eyes and dark wavy hair to any boy who can cause all the girls’ hearts to flutter as I do. 3. We, the cheerleaders, bequeath our lung power to any of the girls who can stand the strain. 4. I. Hiram Kendall, confer my precision timing on arriving at 8:20 sharp to anyone who has a watch as accurate as mine is. 5. We, Marion Burdick and Marjorie Wetzel, leave our mental capacities and abilities to the sophs who belong to the “Flunk Club. 6. I, Roger Panciera, do will my beautiful Model A to my cousin, Floyd. 7. 1, Cynthia Bennett, leave my towering stature to Isabelle Anderson, who could use a few extra inches. 8. We. Pris Holliday, Mary Cawley, and Barbara Clarke, leave the “honor” of being called Red to Loretta Weston and Robert Leeds. 9. I, Ira Murphy, bestow my position “Mayor of Ashaway” on Roland Austin. 10. We, Helen DePerry and Laura Finizio, leave our daily letter writing to no one, as we are quite capable of doing the job. 11. I, Nat Brown, confer my muscles from beating the bass drum to anyone who would like to take a Charles Atlas Course for nothing. 12. I, A1 Siciliano, do leave my faculty to irritate Coach Federico to Walt Nigrelli, who seems to be doing a competent job of it already. 13. We, Andy DeRocco and Russell Holland, leave our dirty equipment from our experiments in the lab to Bernard Mathews, who, we hope, is good at washing dishes and cleaning up. 14. We, Esther Ricci and Jane Ashworth, bestow our efficiency in athletics on Elly Heyder and Doris Simpson. 15. I, Carl Greene, leave my reckless driv- ing habits to Charlie Cunliffe, who, incidentally, has a few of his own. 16. I, Tom Fanning, leave my ability to put over a point very dramatically (and humorously) to Eugene Wright, whose noisy chatter is com monly heard along the corridors. (Are we kidding?) 17. I, Eddie Crandall, leave my idiomatic speech (“that there!”) to anyone not minding the scoldings from the English teachers. 18. I, Joe Bookataub, bestow my athletic ability in all sports on any boy who doesn’t mind Charley horses and broken bones. 19. We, Phyllis Scott and Jean Breen, leave our hangout,” the art room, to Owen Scott and Ted Tamer. 20. I. John Biswurm, leave my curly locks to Jimmy Lamb, who could use a little more hair. 21. I, Ray Bressette, leave my loquacity (ahem!) with Miss Kingsley in English class to anyone who can talk with her as long as I can. 22. We, Mary Pellegrino, Barbara Slattery, and Claire Quinlan, leave our giggling and foolish behavior to three chums who have had as much fun in school as we have had. 23. I, Erastus Benn, leave my bashfulness amongst girls to that coy junior, Eddie Murphy. 24. We, Walter Barrus, John Crandall, and Dick Palmer, bequeath our racket with Mr. Sherman to John Fraser, Mike Gardella, and Gordon Burrell, those up and coming farm-hands. 25. I, A1 Comolli, do hereby bequeath my bulging biceps to Jackie Harrison, the aspiring junior. 26. We, the Salesmanship Class, confer our frequent “business” trips down street to future commercial girls, hoping they rush right back to school as we always did! 27. We, Ted Cercena and David Greene, leave our hard (?) jobs in the auditorium to Russell Avery, who seems to have caught on already. 28. I, Les Grinnell, do will my talents with a pen to Richard Heinhold, who is taking after his brother in the mechanical drawing room. 29. I, Bill Mearns, leave my wise answers in English Class to Ian St. Clair, that wise young fellow of ’48.

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The Senior Year Book — 1947 because of certain radio activity in the atmosphere. Grabbing our bags, we hail a super-electronic speedster, and discover to our amazement that the driver is our old classmate, Carl Greene. After a hair-raising ride of 60 seconds, we arrive at the airport, and remembering we have tickets to purchase, we get them from Dot Pig-nataro, the ticket seller. With a hop, skip, and jump we are once more in the Rocket ship headed toward Mercury. We arrive safely at Adanac, Mercury, in 20 minutes and set out to tour the city. As we stroll down Planet Avenue, our attention is attracted by a crowd of cheering people. We see John Hanrahan and learn from him that Marjorie Wetzel has published her book, “The Solution to the Fourth Dimension,” and is autographing copies of it. Suddenly the surging crowd gets out of control and in the commotion tiny Helen Salisbury is knocked unconscious. While Patrolmen Nathan Brown and Frank Haberek are doing their best to keep order, two of the spectators, Cynthia Bennett and Irene Sposato, do their bit by yelling “Push ’em back, push ’em back, wayyyy back! ! !” Fortunately, one of the leading doctors of Adanac, Hiram Kendall, is in the crowd, and as he rushes forward to assist the unconscious Helen, he turns to his secretary, Ruby Palmer, and tells her to send a radar message at once for a First Aid Equipped Spacemobile. In no time at all, the spacemobile, ably driven by Richard Palmer, arrives on the scene and Drs. Edward and Oliver Crandall and Nurse Eleanor Tougas administer three-amenophthalhy-drozide shots and quickly revive the patient. Continuing on our way, we enter the business section, and the Walter Barrus Department Store attracts our attention. Seeing that the store has no doors, we step on an electro-magnetic plate which changes us to energy and short-waves us into the store. After we have rematerialized, we are hailed by Kathie Hall and Linda Wilson, who are demonstrating a new Cosmic Energy Beauty Treatment. Next we come to the hardware counter where we find Jake Resico and Tom Grispino selling their newly developed cap-sulized paint. Across the aisle is the jewelry counter and we see Carol Coduri trying desperately to sell a million dollar necklace to John Macomber, a prominent businessman. In the mood for a bite to eat, we amble over to the Thompson Snack Bar where we are served along with our lunch a free sample of Vitamin B 0 chocolate milk by Frank Petrone. Glancing down at the end of the counter we see Laura Finizio flipping pancakes while she displays her acrobatic skill. Our hunger being satisfied, we inquire of the head floor-walker, Florence Priore, the where- abouts of the Clothing Department. We hop into a jet-propelled elevator operated by Mary Burdick, and are shot 110 floors to the Ladies’ Apparel Department. As we get off the elevator, the saleslady, Margaret Lamb, directs us to a seat and informs us that the Fashion Show under the direction of Sam Rewick will start immediately. Among the models we notice Laura Haapaniemi, Gloria Federico, and Jean Rathbun modeling clothes designed by Antoinette Grillo and Gene Cercena. By the way, these spun-glass materials are manufactured at the R. J. Bressette Factory where Rita Rose and Anna Francese are the textile designers. After several inquiries, we find that Claire Quinlan, Terry Cawley, Evelyn Sherman, and Beverly Dortch are employed as dressmakers in this department. As we go from counter to counter, we happen upon the Men’s Department where Bill Mearns, the manager, is explaining the tactics of good salesmanship to Ed Taillon, a new clerk. Across the aisle, another clerk, Angelo Gaccione, is selling a new space suit to Kippy Duhamel who is about to set out on a trip around the universe on his flying red horse. Deciding to leave the store, we jump into the elevator which takes us down to the first floor. On our way out, we stop at the candy counter, where we are waited on by Maryan Piezzo. Resuming our walk along Planet Avenue, we come across the city’s highest skyscraper and decide to explore it. We enter through an electric-eye door and then stop to look at the Directory on our right. Among the names we notice that of A. G. Stevens—Architect, and decide to pay her a call. On the way up, we come across a Photography Studio operated by Helen Hannu and Betty H indie, a Beauty Parlor managed by Lorraine Pietrallo and Ellen Powers, and an Art Studio where Jean Breen and Phyllis Scott are working on their comic strip, “Andy Atom.’’. On another floor we hear strains of music emitting from Cam Vuono’s Dancing Studio where Betty Capalbo, Lillian Costanza, and Ernie Crowther specialize in instructing the “Cosmic Hop.” We also notice another office where Christine Jones and Dot Kenyon are working as chemical analysts. We are greeted in Trudy’s office by the firm’s secretary, Mary Dipollina, and on the door of an adjoining office we see printed in large letters “ESTHER RICCI —INTERIOR DECORATOR.” We soon learn that Margaret Perra and Marie Federico are employed as dental hygienists in the neighboring office of Dr. Donald Champagne. Not having much time left before our Rocket ship sets out once more, we descend to the main floor. On the way out we pass by the main desk -«6(io)s-