Woodbury High School - Warrior Yearbook (Woodbury, CT)

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Page Twenty-One . •• I- To Adam Wittek a drum to help him make a little more noise. To David Appleton we leave a library so that he may have a wider range of questions to ask of any typists who might be visiting school. T« Wayne Tarbox a diary in which to write down all funny little happenings. To Frank Somers we leave a flashlight to help him find the bright spots in life. To James Rowley a compass so that he can tell where he is going. To George Morris we leave a time table to help him to get to school on time. To Brewster Reichenbach a toothpick so he will know how it looks to be really skinny. To Harry Hull we leave a bed so that he can rest occasionally from his hard work. To George Coad, Charlotte leaves a goodly supply of candy and chewing gum to hand out to the rest of the girls. To Benny Gwiazdowski we leave the task of showing the class of 1932 how a Senior should act. To Oscar Lovdal a book on astronomy so he will learn how to become a basketball star. To Kenneth Bradley a ladder with which to climb to success. To Stanley Lusas a banana peel so he will make a slip once in a while. To Russell Coburn we leave Brinley’s “Secrets of Bluffing Revealed” in ten volumes. To David Stiles an elephant so he will have a trunk in which to carry home his books every night. To Sigurd Lovdal a parrot so he won’t have to do all of the talking. To James Wilson some moth balls to preserve that school girl complexion. To William Swanson a broom to sweep the cobwebs from out of the corners. To Kenneth Minor we leave a butcher knife so that he can make people think he really is going to do something. To Frank Matula a rolling pin so he will be able to show who’s boss. To Gertrude Smith a set of compasses to aid her in her study of architecture. To Robert Weasa a pine tree to remind him of that somebody. To “Joe” Krakauskas we leave a Ford truck to carry away all his “knock-outs.” To Luigino Bruni, a package of firecrackers to wake him up. To Reginald Wittek a job as a traveling salesman so he will have a new line to give his friends. To Gerald Taylor we leave Jimmy Lockwood’s ability to entertain his classmates. To George Salokas, instructions on how to become the answer to a Maiden’s Prayer. To Philip Scoville the job of attending Davison’s road stand in Minortown so that he will be nearer Alida. To Miss Clark we leave some earmuffs to protect her from the loud voices of the class of 1932. To Mr. Coombs we leave a horse and wagon to remind him of the good old days. To Miss Brucker we leave a separator to separate the Juniors and Sophomores from the Seniors and Freshmen. To Mrs. Coombs we leave a year’s subscription to the “Good Housekeeping Magazine.” To Mr. Clark we leave an omnibus to transport the Agricultural Boys. To the Sophomore Class we leave a magnet to draw them closer together. To the Freshman Class we leave a Book of Etiquette. To Norma Robinson we leave a jar of honey that she may always retain her sweet disposition. To Margery Butler we leave Dorothy Morgan’s position as class giggler. To Nettie Clements we leave directions on how to keep those stray locks under control. To Alice Tuttle we leave a fashion sheet. To Beatrice Lautenschlager we leave a tone control, not for the radio but for her voice. To Anne Plungis we leave Bob Brinley’s ability to slur over words so that her mistakes may not be audible to the teachers. To Irene King we leave a pick and shovel so that she won’t have such a hard time finding the answers to her algebra problems. To Catherine Minor and Frances Plungis we leave a tube of glue so that they may never be apart. To Warren Mansfield we leave an axe so that he won’t have to use his penknife to cut up the school desks.

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Page Twenty ❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖ f i | Class; 20aj peedjes | PRESIDENT S WELCOME Robert A. Brinley. Ladies and Gentlemen; friends of the class of 31: I, as President of this class, wish to welcome you to these our Class Day exercises. We hope that when you leave us tonight you will have enjoyed a pleasant evening, which will remain as a fond memory of this class of 31. CLASS SONG (Tune—The Loreley) Mary Mirfield—Estella Dickinson. 1 Throughout four years we’ve been striving, To reach a higher goal With books and compositions, Which tried our very soul. Our teachers’ kindness and patience Have guided us on our way, For surely without their helping hands, We ne’er would have seen this day. 2 Oh tell me why this rejoicing? What gladdens everyone? ’Tis the Seniors in their glory, The class of 31. Their faces will grow dimmer Across the fleeting years, But echoes of Woodbury High School Will still ring in their ears. CLASS POEM Elizabeth Partridge. Has anyone read the Book of Life, Who can tell from beginning to end, Of the ways of the world—the good and the bad Of the fates of his fellow men? CLASS WILL Dorothy Parkin—Amy Poulin. Know All Men by these Presents; That we, the Class of 1931, of Woodbury High School of the Town of Woodbury in the County of Litchfield and State of Connecticut, being of sound and disposing minds and memories, do make, publish and declare the following to be our last will and testament, hereby revoking all former wills by us made: To Raynall Coley we leave a Post Office so that he may pass notes to Maude Eyre in French class without danger of interception. To Robert Abbott, an application to join the navy and see the world. To Robert Fray we leave a leather-bound book entitled “I.” To Lester Norton we leave all of Buddy Davis’ toys. To Robert Smith a report card which requires only a typewritten signature, to save him the bother of imitating his father’s writing. To Russell Coburn and David Appleton a pamphlet, “How Minister’s Sons Should Act.” To Bruce Crighton we leave a chair in the front of the room so that his ambitions as a comedian may be realized. To Austen Bennett a new Ford car so that he won’t lose weight walking home from baseball practice. We live as tho’ in a story Characters in the plot of life, Puppets upon a strenuous stage To win or to lose in the strife. From the days of earliest childhood, And e’en thru the days in this class. We have been loved, guided, cherished. Protected from the ways of the mass. But tonight when we pass through these portals We must part from our friends who are true, Who’ve prepared us to march ever onward Into a day that is new. Two trails lead to the sunset Two trails to that distant range; One leads o’er a path that is sunlit The other—a way that is strange. When we come to life’s last chapter, When the pages of life are but few, May we know that success means character, That to our dear friends we’ve been true. To Rabert Fumire, an automatic reducing machine. To Oscar Johnson, Burritt Curtiss’ surplus knowledge on “How to run a farm.” To Robert Smith, Charles Westerlund, and Rabert Fumire a special permit to stop at Kimball’s corner and smoke cigarettes coming to and going from school. To Henry Canfield, we leave Charlotte Cro-fut’s desk in the Senior Room so that he may communicate with Irene before class. Burritt Curtiss leaves to Sidney Platt the care of that certain Junior girl. To Charles Westerlund we leave a new voice so that he can whisper without talking out loud. To Judson Darrow, Buddy Davis’ sense of humor.

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Page Twenty-Two To Mary Laukaitis we leave an elevator to carry her up and down stairs at the end of each period. To Ruth Burton we leave a story book of “Brave Knighthood” to enable her to realize that young men are of some use in this world. To Elizabeth Dana Martin we leave a woman sized laugh so that she can be heard when she laughs. To Emily Klatka we leave a life insurance policy to insure her safety running around the Freshman room at noon time. To Katie Kowaleski we leave a lemon so that she may know what it is to be sour. To Florentine Curtiss we leave a box of “Pep Breakfast Food” to make her a little more lively. To Elizabeth Booth we leave money with which to buy her lunches so that she may have a real reason for going down to the restaurant. To Maude Eyre we leave a screen behind which she may chew gum in Latin class so Miss Clark won't see her. To Irene Hoyt we leave a pair of “Wear-for-Ever” shoes for use between the school and Canfield's drug store. To Irma Judson we leave the largest seat in the Senior room. To Grace Platt we leave a gray wig so that the boys will not have a reason for leaving home. To Mae Swanson we leave a moth-proof bag for the basketball mascot so that he won't smell quite so strong of moth balls in the fall. To Melvina Welles we leave an accomplished dancer to whirl her around the hall at noon hour. To Helen Travers we leave a bust of Burt Curtiss to keep on her desk in the Senior room next year. To Dorothy Thomas we leave Dorothy Weasa's directions how to become a REAL vamp. To Margaret Smith we leave a bottle of Mel-len’s Food. To Virginia Wells we leave Dorothy Morgan's height. To Louise Smith we leave a book by Bob Brinley bearing the title, “How to obtain those dangerous curves.” To Esther Lundin we leave a jar of Freckle Remover. To Elsie Dickinson, a box of cosmetics to keep her school girl complexion. To Alida Warner we leave a ribbon so that she will always have a beau. To Phyllis Sharrow we leave a book of jokes so that she will always have a reason to blush. To Helen Belz we leave Amy Poulin's one and only dimple. To Dolly Wight we leave an aeroplane to carry her to and from Sherman Hill. CLASS PROPHECY—1931 Frances Smith—Dorothy Weasa. Introduction:— I will now put on the magic cloak and take the magic wand and see what the pot of fortune reveals to this class of 1931. Ah—I hear music—I can see an orchestra— it is playing in New Milford. It is directed by Robert Fowler, a popular violinist and a great composer of popular music. I can see large buildings—The capital of the United States towers above them all—The White House—A private library in the White House— Two large desks—At one desk sits a girl typing and working industriously—It is plainer—Oh!— It is Lillian Hicock, our much-loved classmate of '31. Faintly I see in the distance on the top of a high hill a white house which seems to be on a large estate of a wealthy banker—Four or five small children are playing about with a girl who seems to be a French maid—Suddenly I can see a nicely dressed lady among a group of other ladies—she seems to be entertaining her bridge club—Now a fine car with a chauffeur and a tall man arrives—The lady meets him and I know at once it is her husband—It is plainer— Oh it is Mary Mirfield, another of our old classmates of 31. Beautiful drives—large dormitories—It is Storrs College—On entering what seems to be the main building I see many groups of students talking—they seem to be very excited—They are talking of a certain girl who entered six months ago. She was so studious and industrious that they have promoted her. She will become a member of the faculty of the Agricultural Department. They are talking of h r home town—it seems as though they said, Woodbury—why— yes,—they did and it is our classmate, Barbara Isham. Massachusetts—large buildings—private offices—Head Manager of the Forestry Department is the most prominent office—we enter—a young lady is dictating private letters to a Secretary. She must be writing to friends in Naugatuck. She is nowT turning to her forestry work—She takes a great interest in the groups out working under her. She looks familiar—It is Dot Weasa—But we didn't have to guess much because of the great interest which she took in forestry while in Biology class. I can see the suburbs of a large city—there is a sign on this large brick building—It is some sort of a home for children—The sign is plainer, it says, “Dawson’s Orphan Asylum,”—specializing in the correct feeding of the children. We enter the building—a woman meets us and offers to show us through the building—She says that she is at the head of the cooking department—we recognize her as Amy Poulin—This leads us to believe she acquired her ability in getting refreshments for English Club of Woodbury High School.