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

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22 the high school herald FOG What is beyond this veil of mist, That envelopes the narrow winding streets, 1 hat twist like gleaming ribbons of pavement, Washed clean by the glistening beads of moisture? What is beyond this veil of mist, As it rolls ov’r the land, And caressingly every part does kiss? Are there fairies in the bog, That nightly brew and mix thee, Fog? What is beyond this veil of mist? Do the witches oft’ times on Hallowe en night Fly through the sky and are never missed, Protected by this filmy veil of white? What is beyond this veil of mist? The night is fading and dawn turns to day. Farewell, friend fog, Be on thy way. Donald Bevilacqua ’45 TRIBUTE TO SUMMER Brown is the turf that gives thee peace In a world thou hast made so glad. Low is the vine embracing thee In her mourning that Phoebus bade. . Sweet is the tribute paid as now; Thy verdant shroud is turned to gold. And trees in their grief shalt bless thee; Autumn, his frosty wings unfolds. Brown is the turf that gives thee rest When winter upon us shall blow His icy breath that stills the brooks And is laden with whitest snow. Sweet are the memories treasured, dear; Nature glows with autumnal fire Till one day thou shalt live again, Thy challenge quenching Death’s desire. Someday I shall join thy retreat In that kingdom not far away To keep an eternal slumber; But thou .shalt rise another day. Evelyn Paganelli 45 CM Page

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THE HIGH SCHOOL HERALD 21 When John came home, I told him and he didn’t say anythin’. He understood, too, I guess. Wh ?n I tole Letty, she acted the same way. She ain ' t a bad person after all. Well, now the whole street knows, but the old man doesn’t know we know, and he’ll never know becuz we may be a bit gossipy at times, but when it comes down to it, we re pretty human after all, too. So the old man goes on tellin’ people different things his wife says and does and nobody makes fun of him and nobody wonders why they never see the old lady becuz we all know he’s jest livin’ in his memories. Geraldine Cagnulari ’45 WE MEET AGAIN ’’Hurrah! Hurrah!” The roaring crowds formed one mighty voice. It was the end of the eighth inning and this would surely be another ’’perfect game” for Mort, a burly, left-handed pitcher. This game marked the close of a successful season for Mort. Since he had pitched all no-hit, no-run games, Mort had become the baseball idol of millions. The stadium was packed with thousands of people who had come to see Mort’s final game. It was the second half of the ninth inning and Mort’s opposing team was up. Toby Tamasko was at the bat. Mort pitched. Strike one. Another pitch. Ball one. Mort wound up for another pitch and — ’’crack” — the ball went whizzing through the air out into center field! Toby’s short legs carried him to second base! It was a hit! The first hit in Mort’s career as a pitcher. This time the crowd didn’t send up cheers. They were as astonished as Mort. Even Toby, the five foot, four inch shortstop, was amazed. ' Well, it was only luck.” That’s what everyone said at first. But was it? Toby was up for a second time, and a third, and—he did it a g a i n —he got a single. Now, the spectators were shouting, What happ ened? Mort’s pitched a perfect game’ all season and a little shrimp like Tamasko has to break the record.” The game had certainly turned out quite differently from what was expected. On the way to his hotel Mort thought of the game. Now, it seemed as though the entire season had been a failure because of that one inning. ’Nothing was more important than . . .” Mort stopped short, for, as he looked up, there was a poster—Uncle Sam pointing his finger and saying, ”1 W’ANT YOU.’’ Mort regarded the poster more closely. He read the message thereon, but the deter¬ mined look on Uncle Sam’s face was enough to set him thinking. The more he looked at the sign, the more he realized that, after all, there were things in this world that were more important than a baseball game. Mort decided, then and there, that he would go to his hotel, take a shower, and the first thing the next morning he would enlist in Uncle Sam’s Army. Mort was sent to Camp Shelton, and you guessed it, he spent his free lime, what little he had, playing baseball. Baseball was just in his blood. One fine afternoon several months later the fellows were assembled on the grounds to watch a game between Camp Shelton and Fort Houston. Mort, of course, was Camp Shelton’s pitcher. The game was going along smoothly until the umpire made several faulty decisions, as far as Mort was concerned. Mort walked off the mound toward the ump to complain when, lo and behold, the um¬ pire took off his mask, and who should it be, but Mort’s old friend,” Toby Tamasko, a Sergeant, stationed at Camp Shelton! Erma Olivi 45 CO CN Page

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THE HIGH SCHOOL HERALD 23 SENIOR CLASS NEWS President ... Charles Wezowicz Vice-President f.. Francis Mobiglia Secretary ...Eleanor Gardner Treasurer . Louis Preli The school year started with the enrollment of 33 seniors. During the year, Charles Marinone left to enlist in the Navy. George Colli, Edward Sheridan, Glenn Flanders and John Durnin were elected as representatives to the Athletic Association. On October 4, the seniors held a Farewell Party for Charles Wezowicz who enlisted in the Marines. They presented him with a purse and their good wishes for his success. The class gave a social for the Freshmen on October 20. All who attended had a pleasant time. Geraldine Cagnulari, Eleanor Gardner, Erma Olivi, Evelyn Paganelli, Francis Smith and George Wallace took part in the annual Essay Contest held in Novem- • ber. Francis Smith received the first prize and Erma Olivi received the second prize. The class received their class rings late in the fall. The stone chosen was black onyx. The annual magazine sales campaign this year rendered a total of $696 75, which netted the class a profit of $263.03 for the treasury. During the sales the class was divided into two teams, the red and the blue. A supper was held in honor of the winners—the blue team. It was attended by members of the Senior Class and the faculty. An enjoyable time was had by all. The Senior Play Long May Our Land Be Bright” was given on February 13. A large crowd turned out to see this all important event. On May 1, the class left for New York where they spent three days visiting the various places of interest. On their return, they resumed work on the pro ¬ grams for Class Night and Commencement. Geraldine Cagnulari 45 JUNIOR CLASS NEWS President .„. Edward Shaughnessy Vice-President George Clee Secretary . Irene Kulas Treasurer ... Lois Clough At the beginning of the year, there were thirteen boys and eighteen girls en¬ rolled. Since then, one pupil has left, and now there are thirty pupils in the Junior Class. The first class meeting was held to elect class officers and Athletic Council members. They are as follows: Robert Wezowicz, Donald Dowd, and Carmen Guido. The class colors are rose and silver and the class rings are black onyx. The date of the Junior Prom was set for May 18. AI Gentile and his orches¬ tra were engaged for this affair. Mary Mokrychk 46 LD CM Page