Westerly High School - Westlyan Yearbook (Westerly, RI)

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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—

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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 IIistor v We, the Class of 1955, have spent a momentous three years within the portals of Ward Senior High School. Before we part to go our widely diversified ways, let us pause to look back over the events of our past three years together. With trepidation we entered the school as sophomores three short years ago. The school was so vast! We stood in awe of the seniors. Could we ever reach such heights? Our first important act as a class was the election of our officers who guided us so ably in our first year. Charles Vars was elected president, with Angelo Perrone as vice president, James Edmond as treasurer, Barbara Carlesi as secretary, and Jean Nardone as P. T. A. representative. As the crisp days of autumn came upon us several of the sophomore boys were given a chance to prove their athletic ability as members of the football squad. Many of our hidden talents were brought to light in the Frolics of ’52. Among those sophomores who contributed to the entertainment were Gayle Eccleston, Margaret Mandella, Janet Shortman, Robert Spargo, Lois Tasca, and James Smith. Playing important roles in the success of the basketball team were George Williamson and Bill Sullivan. With the coming of spring, the baseball season was ushered in. Martin Pierce, Bob Payne, and Bill Sullivan were among those sophomores who were on the team. Adding to our accomplishments, in the literary field Jack Barrett and Donna Lewiss won awards in the prize speaking and Martha C. Babcock Essay contests respectively. Our junior year was entered with a certain degree of confidence and assurance. We entrusted the following with the management of the class: James Smith as the chief executive, Martin Pierce as vice-president, Joann Turo as treasurer, and Marie Panciera as secretary. The football season rolled swiftly past, with such juniors as Bob Payne and Albie Page participating in the sport. Our acting and singing abilities were given a chance to shine forth in an operetta, Victor Herbert’s “The Fortune Teller.’’ Those juniors with major roles were Gayle Eccleston, Jack Barrett, and James Taber. Instrumental in the success of the basketball team were George Williamson, Bill Sullivan, Marty Pierce, and Joe Perry. The junior prom, “Night in Venice,’’ will always be numbered among our dearest memories. Its success and the ingenuity of the decorations cannot easily be forgotten. Our lovely queen was Gayle Eccleston. Ably representing the junior class on the baseball team were Marty Pierce, Bob Payne, Bill Sullivan, and Ronnie Panciera. Another item was added to our already impressive list of accomplishments when the chemistry team consisting of Joann Turo, Carolyn Burdick, Earl Crandall, Barbara Meyer, and Donna Lewiss won second prize in the annual contest at U. R. I., with Joann Turo placing third in the individual scoring. The achievements of the year were concluded with Bob Fair winning first prize in the annual Martha C. Babcock Essay Contest. In the fall of 1954, well aware of the dignity and importance of our new position as the senior class, we duly selected James Smith, Joann Turo, William Ferrigno, Myra Downes, and Joseph Perry, as president, vice-president, treasurer, secretary, and class marshal, respectively. The football team was ably led by Co-captains Bob Payne and Albie Page. Our senior prom, an outstanding success in