Westerly High School - Westlyan Yearbook (Westerly, RI)

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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 -

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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 I, Jean Osterman, my naturally blond hair to my cousin, Joan Rindell. I, Edward Hoxie, my position as stage manager to Wallace Vanderford who will see that the show always goes on. I, Myra Downes, my love for French to some- onel? . ..... I, Donald Robichaud, my dramatic ability to Joyce Marr, who has hopes of being another Sarah Bernhardt. I, Chester Gacioch, my illegible handwriting to William Duarte. I, Donald Wilcox, my role of the “Senior French Class Jester” to any junior who thinks that he’ll be taking third year French for the laughs. I, Jean Palmisano, my “Fibber McGee” locker to Judy Saunders, who, I hope, is better able to cope with the debris than I was. I, Peter Duhamel, my drumsticks to Joe Bar-boza who, I know, will go on to bigger and better “beats.” We, Robert Bernasconi, Ralph McGibbon, Albert Vennari, and John E. Capalbo, our respective history books to any undergraduate who is interested in tracing man’s footsteps across the sands of time. I, William Kite, my locker and all my old books to Roger Schonning. I, Mary Vacca, my cheerful, carefree nature to Lois Sposato who also possesses this fine characteristic. I, Clarence Fusaro, my secret formula for permanently curly hair to John Chimento, whose search for this formula is now ended. I, Albie Page, my athletic prowess on the gridiron to my brother, Charlie. I, Henry Grills, my ability to shine in Miss Gernsheimer’s English class to Joe Dotolo who is following closely in my footsteps. I, Claire Spear, my flirtatious eyes to Patricia Boucher. I, Edward Brearly, my quiet studious ways to anyone who may be in need of this endowment. I, Ronald Panciera, my sunny smile and bashful disposition to Robert “Puddles” Waters. I, Charlotte Street, my worldly sophistication to Antoinette Parise, who will put it to good use. I, James Monroe Pendleton, my studiousness to anyone w’ho needs it. I, Peter Pucci, my charming way with women to John Joyce who is also a possessor of this much-sought-after characteristic. I, John Turrisi, my love for being a senior to any deserving junior. I, Barbara Meyer, my three years’ season ticket for the home basketball games to Delores Serra, whose fervent interest in the team is inspiring. I, Richard Cahoon, my seat in agriculture class to my cousin Joe. I, Pinky Haggerty, my love for roller skating and fun-making to Martha Fiore, who shares my interests. I, Robert Rizzo, my study halls and locker to Louie Gencarella. I, Lois Dempsey, my vibrant voice to Angetta Turano, who, with the aid of this endowment, will be able to lead our cheering section to the honor of the “loudest cheering section in Rhode Island.” We, Frank Cofone and Joseph Wucik, our short school days to anyone who has a need for them. I, Lea Ylonen, to Mr. Morgan, my unexpres-sible thoughts in physics class, with the hope that he will, by powers of mental telepathy, make good use of them. I, Louis Wilcox, my “aggie” book to Mr. Sherman. I, Anna Rossi, my locker “165, to any undergraduate who can get it stacked as often as I. We, Frances Lilligren and Barbara Holt, our pleasing and cheerful dispositions to all the succeeding seniors. I, Barbara Wood, my profound love for American History to my sister, Elizabeth. Good luck, Sis! I, Stanley Snitkin, my many witty and humorous remarks in the classroom to the “Bob Hope” of the incoming class. I, James Guidice, my great capacity for learning to Lefty Aldrich. I, Robert “Jerry” Turco, my superior management of both the football and basketball teams to my worthy successor. I, Marie Denton, my sincere admiration (?) of English to Judy Denton. I, Margaret Joseph, my ability to evade Mr. Mudge when he is on his “truant-officer-round of duty” to any junior who cares to enter into this strenuous deception. I, Domenic Galluci, “il mio libro d’italiano” to anyone who wants it. “Grazie”! I, Barbara Carlesi, my seat in the typing room to any undergraduate who thinks she can efficiently type my speed of 163 ' • words per minute. I, Sam Grills, my ability to coax music with due reverence from the French horn to anyone who is able to do the same. I, Nancy Johnson, my ability to not do English to Theresa Carsten. I, Jackie Keenan, my ability to stack lockers to any underclassman who can do the same. Best of luck! I, Gerald Tierney, my petite gracefulness to Ginny Gentile. (Continued on page 19 —8(l7)3—