Windsor Locks High School - Herald Yearbook (Windsor Locks, CT)

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THE HIGH SCHOOL HERALD 23 Marian McCloskey—Marian, 1 hear you Kke to stay up late reading. Therefore, I give you this electric light bulb so you will always be able to finish your story. Dorothy Kelsey, ’34. John Ferrara—Johnnie, what you need is a box of Grapenuts and if you follow directions, I assure you, that you will stay awake in class. John Molvn—For you I have a book entitled “How To Be A Great Musician.” Now John, keep up the good work with your guitar and you will be a great musician. Stella Giesacki—Stella, I realize how uncomfortable it is on the back of a motorcycle so I have bought you a sidecar so that you can ride beside him instead of behind him. Earl Barberie—Earl, here is a pair of roller skates. They might come in handy when you get stranded in Rockville again. Adele Piaggi—Adele, we realize that your one ambition is to sing over the radio so we have purchased a microphone for you. Mary Shykula—Here is a little roadster, Mary, because we agree with you that it is a long walk from School street to Fairview street. Dorothy Kelsey—We have .iust the thing for you, Dorothy, a note¬ book. Now, Dorothy, you can write all the notes you want to. Now that all the gifts have been distributed, I hope that they were received in the same spirit as that in which they were given, and may these gifts bring back memories of the good old high school days. John Marconi, ’34. GIFT TO THE SCHOOL. Having completed our four years of study in Windsor Locks High School, we feel that we shpuld leave behind us a small token by which we will be remembered. Though our gift of appreciation may be small, we can think of no better way to show our sincere regard for our high school than in present¬ ing this sum of money to the Athletic Association. Louis Camponosi, ’34. ACCEPTANCE OF GIFT. In behalf of the undergraduates of the Windsor Locks High School, I wish to extend my sincere thanks to the class of 1934 for their thought¬ fulness, and generosity in presenting us with this gift. The Athletic Association which is sadly in need of funds now is much indebted to this class for this sum of money, which I am sure will be used to the best advantage possible. Franik Merrigan, ’35.

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22 THE HIGH SCHOOL HERALD Anna Gaudette—For you, Anna, I have a cance. Anna, you can use this canoe instead of the bridge when crossing to Warehouse Point. Teddy Tenero—I know you have a large assortment of neckties and I am sure you will be greatJy pleased with this one. You can wear this tie for all occasions. Kathleen Kelsey—Kay, for you I have some typing paper. Now you can use it during the summer to increase your speed in typing. Bernard Pikul—Berny, for you I have a mirror and a comb. Now you will not have to worry as to whether your hair has a perfectly straight parting. Marian Kobos, ’34. Fred O’Nei!—Baron, for you I have an adjustable hat which will take care of the trouble that you have had in finding a hat to fit you. Mary Bottasso—Mary, for you I have a set of bells so that you can let us know when you are about to enter a certain room. Thomas Paoletti—Tom, for you I have one of the new stream line autos that will enable you to get around town a lot faster than with your bicycle. Lucy Sfreddo—Lou, I hear that you are going to work in your father’s store when you leave school so I have decided to give you a book on “How To Be A Good Saleswoman.” Louis Camponosi—Camp, the last time when you came home from the World’s Fair you needed a shave badly. Hearing that you are planning on going again, I am presenting you with a packet of razor-blades. Gertrude Galiagher—Gert, for you I have here a set of cosmetics that will enable you to keep in step with your girl friends. Grace Norman—Pat is very little, and Pat is quite small, so Pat should have rompers, for they fit her best of all. Lavon Giard—Here is an umbrella so that when you go riding in a certain Ford, you will not get wet. Aldo Sartirana, ’34. Marian Kobos—Kobie, we have for you a bottle of wave set so that you can wave your own hair and give your sister a rest. Frances O’Connell—Fran, here is a season, ticket for all the operas held at the state Theatre in Hartford. Tony Coly—Tony, for you we have a pair of seven league boots. With these we hope you will arrive on time wherever you go. John Marconi—Johnnie, we have for you a book on how to keep the opposite sex from teasing you. Rose Giacopassi—Rosie, for you we have a box of nail polish in assorted colors. Teddy Pesci—Here, Teddy, is a bat which we hope will remind you of playing on the school baseball team.

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24 THE HIGH SCHOOL HERALD CLASS POEM. Four years ago the plan was started— A certain course; childishness discarded, Reports, advice, harmony and peace As labor’s rewards if daily increased. A tone of sadness steals within Our thoughts when we are about to begin Life on a different road From that of a straight cut mode. It is hard to leave the well-followed path, To leave our French and beloved math To seek new fields w herein must lie New life—new hope, a joy, a sigh. One somber day Maid Nature hid for gain Among the folds of pouring rain, And on the morrow 1, greatly startled, Saw a mass of green, like silver it sparkled. With patience must we endure the hours Of darkness. And may great joy be ours When light pierces through night’s jet black Showing the way as does the map. Lucy Sfreddo, ’24. CLASS SONG. (Tune: “The Old Spinning Wheel ) Four happy years have passed away, And years filled with joy and rule. We cherish the years, and smile through our tears. For our dear High School. Pathways of life ever call us, We must climb though they are high We’ve done our best and succeeded here Now we must say good-bye. Refrain Now, dear classmates, let’s say farew ' ell, These four years can ne’er be renewed. But we’ll cherish the love of our teachers And a friendship that’ll always be true. May w r e ever return here in the future And renew our frolics and our joys, too. There’s a spot in our heart for our High School, And we swear that we’ll always be true. Marion McCloskey, ’34.