Wethersfield High School - Elm Yearbook (Wethersfield, CT)

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COMMEN dCENl EljI T P R O G R A M ALUMNI DAY IUNE 1931 CLASS NIGHT IUNE 1931 GRADUATION IUNE 1931 SENIOR RECEPTION IUNE 1931 VALEDICTORIAN . . . FLORENCE MURRAY SALUTATORIAN . . . WILLIAM WARNER CLASS FLOWER Pink rose ' CLASS MOTTO 'KNOII est vivere sed valere vitaw Q'iNot merely to exist but to amount to something is lifeuj CLASS PARTS Class Gifts Anna Welles Ann Hope Frances Griswold Sterling Tooker Class Prophecy Catherine Lassen Charlotte Barnes Class Will Fern Wolf Gilbert Farren Class History Antoinette De Paolo Edgar Coughlin I - -, , l 30

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MARY Somrm Zum - - - - MARY Her hand is rerrnly and willing Mary is capable and willing, and always ready to give others a helping hand. You will always find her quiet and agreeable. She likes sports, and has done her bit for our teams. Baseball Q2-Sjg Basketball Hjg Glee Club Q22 Arts and Crafts Club Qjg French Club C3-45. MARY MAHER ----- Marty We know not wha! lhou art Mary is another one of the supporters of the old maxim: Children should be seen and not heard. However, when we do hear anything from Mary, it is something worth while. She attended Hartford Secretarial School in her Iunior year, but decided to come back to us for graduation. Good luck, Mary, in your nursing career. Commercial Club Qjg French Club 'lll1 flDCmOI'i8m CONSTANCE PERRUCCIO Everyone who knew Connie loved her cheer Class of 31 misses her now more than ever to ful smile and ready Willingness to help The and is not quite complete Without her 29

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