Westerly High School - Westlyan Yearbook (Westerly, RI)

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The Senior Year Book — 1955 Class Will We, the Class of 1955, after having' graced the halls of Westerly High School with our hallowed presence for three years, deem it our duty herewith to bestow upon members of the faculty and upon the undergraduate classes several of our cherished personal belongings, characteristics, and accomplishments as follows: Item 1. To Mr. Stevens and the faculty, the remembrance of our shining faces looking upward toward them in our insatiable thirst for knowledge. Item 2. To the juniors, our worldly intelligence, profound judgment, and perspicacity, with the hope that they will, with the aid of these endowments, lessen in the teachers the pain of losing the class of ’55. Item 3. To the sophomores, ourselves as their ideal. Item 4. To Mrs. Houston, the memory of our quiet voices and manners while studying in the library. Item 5. To Mrs. Jacobson, the echo of a senior’s request for a late slip because he “got up late.” Item 6. To Mr. Morenzoni, our treasury, which we know he will distribute with his usual thrift. Each member of the class, being of sound mind and body, and of his own free will hereby bequeath the following: I, Charles Vars, forty pounds of my wholesome loose muscle to James Aiello. I, James Taber, all the troublesome French verb tenses to some unsuspecting French student. I, Barbara Teixeira, my gossip column in the “Barker” to Judy McLaughlin who wants to be another “Louella.” I, William Cardinal, my flaming red hair to Henry Jalbert. I, Joe Perry, my magnetic personality and challenging ability on the basketball court to a very worthy sophomore, John Joyce. I, Bob Spargo, my drum major’s uniform to my next year's successor, with the sincere hope that he will wear it with the same feeling of pride and of accomplishment as I did. I. Ronald Denham, my high scholastic standing in French to any undergraduate who feels qualified for such an achievement. I, Lois Prizito, my undying love for English to any junior who thinks that she will have more difficulty with it than I did. I, Nelson French, my seat in Miss Endicott’s study hall to anyone who thinks that they have my mental endurance and physical fortitude. I, William Sullivan, my outstanding ability to play basketball to Roy Bailey, whom I know will continue to bring glory to the great city of Bradford. I, Patty Panciera, my official position as chief morale booster for the football team to Sandra French and Meridith Johns, whom I feel are qualified to follow in my footsteps. I, John Toscano, my incomplete book entitled “999 Different Lay-ups” to Burns Bamford, who will complete it by next basketball season. I, Phyllis Kenyon, my ability to “twinkle the ivories” to Anita Roever. I, Butch Kenyon, my three consecutive years of English with Miss Kingsley to some lucky sophomore. I, Judy Tetlow, that mystic pow’er which “winds me up” every morning to Gail Visgilio. We, Ralph Christy and George Williamson, our twelve years of constant friendship with members of the opposite sex, (especially “out of staters”) to John Garofalo and Bob Leibovitz. I, Martin Pierce, my ability to win friends and influence people (Mr. Mudge!) to Bob Laing. I, Mary Lou Hutchins, my temperamental locker (No. 195) to any unfortunate junior who may get “stuck” with it. I, Sandra Williams, my inability to do French to Arnold Moorhouse, who has the ability. I, Harold Itchkawich, my loud whisper and illegible hand w'riting to anyone who can make use of these minor accomplishments. I, Lois Tasca, my naturally curly tresses to Antoinette Parise. I, Yvonne Fenelon, my “ski” nose to anyone who has one that shoots up as high as mine. I, Ed Fournier, the displeasure of having my name pronounced differently by every teacher in the school to some undergraduate with a similar surname. I, Florence Esposito, to any unsuspecting sophomore, the fantastic and unexpressible capacity for learning and for amusement which I have encountered in Miss Ruisi’s class. I, Jean Nardone, my abnormal desire to study to my sister Pat, so that she may continue to remain on the honor roll at W. H. S. I, Nancy Hall, to my sister, Sandra, my love for working in the school library. I, “Wild Bill” Ferrigno, my profound accuracy with a bow and arrow and expert woodsman-ship to Jack Marriott. I, Janet Shortman, a pair of my toe shoes to Coach Stellitano and the basketball team of '55-’56 to help keep them “on their toes.” I, Jimmy Smith, my personal charm, executive ability, and the power to coordinate both to James Lepikko. I, Bob Payne, my mischievous nature, which invariably bothers the fairer sex, to Burns Bamford. (Have fun!) I, Miriam Osterman, my charming and sweet personality to my sister Irene.

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The Senior Year Book — 1955 Smith Buys Out Tiffany!! J. C. Tiffany announces the sale of his world-famous firm to Elizabeth Smith. He said that Miss Smith’s shrewd gem Knowledge, forced his firm into a back seat. He had to get out. The Cosmopolitan Museum of Art is now’ showing the combined works of Josephine Chimenti and David Itchkaw’ich in their biennial modern art exhibit. Last year both of these Ward High graduates received wide acclaim for their contribution to the world of art. Dr. Nobel announced the Nobel Prize in Literature for the year 1980 w’ould be awarded to Barbara Meyer for her stirring novel, “Red Pasture. Also it was announced that Carolyn Burdick had received the music prize for her composition of “Burdick’s Dixieland Symphony.” Hoppington, R. I., announces the formation of the world’s first all women police force. Theodora Perra is the Chief, with Frances Lilligren, Jackie Keenan, Marie Denton, Beverly Fortune, Janet Holmes and Barbara Holt serving as patrol women. Grand Opening! Cut Rate! Public Invited! Lois Muller, Jean Osterman, and Clair Palmer announce the opening of their ultra-modern mortuary. They advertise: “We guarantee a soft box from here to eternity.” The Honorary Society of Stenographers has just awarded a tw’enty-five-year membership pin to Virginia Burbine, Nancy Card, Barbara Carlesi, Raynor Chester, Yvonne Church, Nancy Serra, Virginia Haggerty, and Nancy Hall. Patricia Serra was acclaimed as the Year’s Outstanding Secretary. R. C. A. Victor Recording Studios has announced that w’ith the retirement of that famed trumpet player, Stanley Snitkin, they are without any suitable replacement. They are greatly concerned that a player will never come again to match his superlative tones. ’Tis a shame! After distinguished baseball careers, Marty Pierce and John H. Capalbo have bought out Federico’s Sporting Goods Store, and have turned it into the outstanding business in New England. They call it the “You Want It, We Have It—Athletic Store.” Next door is Toscano’s Clothing Shoppe, which specializes in serving the interests of all men over 100 years old. He is running out of business. If you happen to pass the Palace Theatre just off Broadway, you would see Judy Tetlow and Betty Johnson starring in the leads of that new comedy, “Father Does Not Know Best.” They were started on their successful theatrical careers in 1955 with that famous play, “Father Knows Best.” U. R. I. builds cyclotron! Earl Crandall and Ronald Denham are in the process of completing the only privately-owned machine capable of putting a split atom together again. Janet Shortman recently gave a world acclaimed performance of Pavlova’s “Dying Swan.” Her accompanist was Phyllis Kenyon. The critics are now comparing her, with superlatives, to immortal Pavlova. The government has just released the news of the development of the “Z” Bomb, which scientists, Robert Fair, Robert Kidder, Robert Seamans, and William Kite, its co-inventors, claim could exterminate the human race. On Tuesday of last week, Lois Dempsey won her twenty-fifth straight National Hog-calling contest. Before the final heat, she was losing by three calls to Lois Tasca, but Fifi came on to win leaving second place to Lo. A testimonial dinner was given last week for Mr. Sam Barber by Gerald Tierney, Edw ard Hoxie, Donald Robichaud, Karl Heinhold, Richard Ca-hoon, Edw'ard Brearley, and Red Cardinal. This dinner was given to express their thanks to Mr. Barber for his guidance in leading them into the construction field. Henry Grills and Sam Grills have been admitted to the Order of Dozers. They received this honor because of their affinity for sleep at the most inopportune times. They w’ere recommended for membership by their former English instructor, Miss Gernsheimer. Peter Duhamel, Lewis Wilcox, and Albert Ven-neri, have formed the DWA Trucking Service, which now operates all over the world. It is famous for its policy of “If it is possible to break it, we will.” Italy announces that Miss JoAnn Turo has been selected as Olive Queen for 1980. The award for her selection is the renaming of the Italian Olive Co. to the Turo Olive Co. Westerly High School yesterday announced the following appointments to their faculty: Donna Lewiss to replace Cyrus Morgan as Advanced Math Teacher; Harold Itchkawich as Penmanship Instructor; Ronald Panciera as English Teacher; Connie DiMarco as head of the Clerical Department. All of the appointees are graduates of W. H. S. Bulletin from the Pacific City Gazette!!! After many hours of deliberation, the 1980 Bathing Beauty Judges have announced a tie between Nancy Johnson and Betty Lamphere, with Barbara Teixeiria and Patty Victoria as runner-ups. Robert Rizzo has been appointed Road Commissioner of the ever-growing metropolis of Easterly. His selection was based on his acquaintance with (Continued on page 19)

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The Senior Year Book — 1955 I, Treasure Gilman, my sincere appreciation (?) of English in Room 20 to all the girls from Hope Valley. I, Joseph Perri, my scholastic ability to Joe Quaratella with the hope that it will help him achieve greater things. We, Ann Kenneth, Marlies Frieg, and Joann Turo, our inability to understand anything that takes place in Mr. Morgan’s classes to any junior girl taking physics next year. I, Gayle Eccleston, my scalpel and scissors to Nancy Perrin, who I am sure will find them very useful in biology. I, Jo Chimenti, my deep and unswerving love for art periods to any junior who enjoys them as much as I have. I, Robert Seamens, my expert driving abilities to David Butler. I, Carlton Johnson, my lease on the office bench to whomever may be the next prospective tenant. I, Donna Beth Lewiss, my ability “to get my nose into everything” to my brother Matthew, who shows promise of the same endowment. I, Delores DeBartolo, all my homework to an ambitious and willing junior. I, Thomas Douglas, my fondness for girls to my brother Bill, whom I know will carry on the tradition. We, Gregg Burdick and Theo Perra, our “ups and downs” to any undergraduate couple who think they can handle them more skillfully. We, Carol Hutchings and Carolyn Kenyon, our record for going steady with “our men” to anyone who feels that they can accomplish such a feat. I, Jack Barrett, anything which I possess to any underclassman who is sightless enough to want it. We, Marie Panciera and Mary Ann Capalbo, our ability to upset Mr. Morgan’s physics classes with our many quips to anyone who can attain our standards. I, Earl Crandall, my interest in chickens to Arnold Moorhouse and Garry Barnes. I, Maggie Mandella, my loud laughter and fun-loving ways to Sandra Boumenot, a vivacious junior with a wonderful personality. We, Lois Main and Loretta Mebert, our quietness to some noisy junior. I, Dorothy Comtois, my ability to do gym exercises to Barbara Sidebottom, who would like to know how. We, Joann Bettencourt and Virginia Burbine, our ability to boost the morale of two certain servicemen to anyone capable of this exacting procedure. I, Helen Barbone, my ability to drive a certain “souped-up” ’42 Chevie to Timmy Silvia, who may be able to put this skill to good use while driving her own ’31 Chevie “puddle jumper.” I, Rhodes Rounseville, my algebra book to any underclassman who may have to use it as many years as I did. We, Angie Algiere and Frances Moranto, our favorite tete-a-tete, the Arena, to anyone who is able to find it. I, Betty Johnson, my tremendous stature to Skip Finizio. I, Betty Smith, my eloquence of speech to Jack Eldridge. I, Jim Edmond, my ability to be well liked by everyone to my sister, Sue, who also possesses this quality. I, Mary Ann Fusaro, my quiet fun-loving ways to Connie DeBartolo. I, Beverly Fortune, my dislike for gym to Tessie Barber. We, Bernice Crompton, Mary Mello, Betty Lamphere, Janet Holmes, and Yvonne Church, our high regard for economics to any five underclassmen who will revere it as much as we did. I, Ronald Gulluscio, first place in the alto saxophone section, to anyone who thinks he is qualified to attain this honorable position. I, David Itchka.wich, my snapping fingers to Ken “Tish” Kozlin. I, Patricia Victoria, any one of my fine qualities (?) to any underclassman who may desire one. I, Carolyn Burdick, my ability to play the flute to Jean Taylor and Nancy Laing, who can share this endowment to retain the prestige of the flute section and to keep Mr. Thorne happy. I, Connie DiMarco, my laborious task of typing the student activities to my sister, Ann Marie. I, John Duksta, my engineering ability to David Youden. I, Paula Horton, my way of getting along with Mr. Wood during Glee Club and Choir periods to Sandra French who seems to be doing very well. I, Patty Serra, my title of “Class Stenographer” to any junior who may be so honored next year. I, Richard Wilcox, my physics and “trig book to a worthy junior. We, Dick Cofoni and John H. Capalbo, our weakness for girls to Charlie Sposato and John Gulluscio, with the hope that they enjoy their company as much as we have. We, Kay Church, Claire Palmer, and Nancy Card, “The Three Musketeers,” our ability to get along together to any three underclassmen who will try to live up to the standards which we have set for them to follow. I, Joe Misto, to Charles Sposato, my mischievous nature which constantly leads me into trouble. I, Robert Fair, editor of the yearbook of ’55, my hearty congratulations and best wishes to the editors of tomorrow who shall successfully complete their honorable duties. — S{ 16js -