Woodbury High School - Warrior Yearbook (Woodbury, CT)

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Page Twenty-Three ❖ ' I can see a small town in a valley—The church steeple towers above all—A small bungalow beside the church—It is the parsonage—In the house a woman is working industriously in the kitchen—a stalwart man is in the study—He seems to be preparing a sermon—The woman enters the study and speaks to her husband—It ».s Dorothy Parkin, who has married a minister. I can see a building which seems to be some sort of a telegraph school—I can hear the clicking of a telegraph machine. The operator is Charlotte Crofut—who is studying telegraphy— and taking a special course in “code”—(Coad). What? A voice orders me to see Dorothy Weasa and give her this cloak and wand so that she may reveal what she sees. Frances L. Smith, Lo! a large white building looms up—nearer —nearer—the large white door slowly opens— a spacious dignified room comes into view. A gorgeously carved desk—a stately young, stalwart, cheerful gentleman is seated behind it. The flourish of drums. The President of the United States—our dear old class President, Robert Brinley. He acquired the ability to act as President during his Senior year as President of the class of 31. Wait—another vision—a big newspaper office—many desks of sub-reporters—busy young men—the picture fades to the front center desk —-a young lady, tall, slender, and dark haired. She is the head of this big newspaper firm which directs the Naugatuck, Roxbury and Woodbury papers. “Why”—it is our smiling news reporter and classmate, Dorothy Morgan. We believe she learned this trade in Woodbury High, where she was school news reporter. racer—our classmate, Burritt Curtis—who has taken many honors for racing since his days in Woodbury High School. A large hospital—moanings, screechings and we meet the head nurse, a gruff spoken person, who has developed the new method of sticking pins and tacks into her patients as a new' w'ay of curing people. We believe, however, that she first learned this art in Woodbury High, and we soon recognize her as our classmate, Es-tella Dickinson. We see a small town—a circus—Everyone is excited. We enter the tent. The chief point of interest in the whole show is a monkey. The monkey really is a young gentleman and he is performing some very thrilling stunts. Hanging on a rope by one hand and swinging himself at a great speed, then letting go to fall in a big heap into a net. We believe he developed these animal antics in Woodbury High by hanging out the Senior window by one hand and performing other tricks for our Senior teacher, Miss Clark. We soon recognize him as our classmate and humorist, Harold Davis. Another vision—I can see Mrs. Coombs w'atchful eye, the vision fades—darkness—Reluctantly I give up the magic cloak and w'and, thankful that the visions didn't fade, before I had seen into the future of each of my classmates. Dorothy Weasa. “Fifth Avenue”—a wonderful shiny car comes into view—a lazy, sleepy, yet dignified looking Compliments of chauffeur at the wheel. We follow it. A beautiful apartment, spacious and lovely, and we come face to face with our sleepy classmate, James Lockwood. Another scene—and a lovely one—a cute little kitchen, an apron—a child’s toy—a young lady is preparing dinner—singing to herself. Why it is our sw'eet tempered classmate, Elizabeth Partridge, who is waiting for the return of her husband, who has something to do with trees. Still another vision—an odor of antiseptics— a prominent Roxbury man—a dentist’s office—a sweet vision in white—the dentist’s helper— wavy hair—a sweet smile, and we come face to face with our quick tempered classmate, Frances Smith. CURTIS HOUSE ❖ ❖ It fades—we draw nearer—a race track—confusion—a tall, thin young gentleman clad in a leather jacket. Why—it is the world’s champion • ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖

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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.

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Page Twenty-Four CLASS GIFTS James Lockwood—Harold Davis. To Charlotte Crofut we present: A rope that was originally meant To secure horses when they became too bold But we give it to her to hold Mike Coad. To Mary Mirfisld, we give this gift And hope that it will give her a lift We know she’ll be grateful, that’s a fact When we hand over this nice compact. Robert Fowler, most of you know, Is very, very, very, slow So in order that he may rise with the cock We’ve saved for him this alarm clock. Buddy Davis, our class mascot, For himself a girl has got In order to save him from any mishap We’re giving him this back roads map. To Jimmy Lockwood, our class sheik, Who with the women is very weak This money to spend in Waterbury May save his dad a financial worry. HISTORY OF CLASS OF 1931 To Burritt Curtis, who looked after a certain Junior lass We give this invitation from the present Junior Class. Of Bessie Partridge, it is said A bug boy she is soon to wed, So we thought in order to help the thing We’d give her this silver, for she has a ring. To Robert Brinley who stays out most of the night, We give this nifty flashlight. Dorothy Morgan has been going out In most any car that could get about But in some of them she might get wet, So we’re giving her a taxi for Chet. Dorothy Weasa as you know Likes to have a boy in tow We’re giving her this big spy glass So she can see all boys who pass. Barbara Isham, we’ve been told Has become so very bold That to Storrs she must proceed This traveling bag she’s sure to need. Lillian Hicock, our smartest girl, Has kept our weaker minds in a whirl. In gratitude, we shall now adorn her With this magnificent medal of honor. Estella Dickinson wants to be a nurse We hope that her patients won’t get any worse So before her nurse’s cap she dons We’re giving her something to practice on. Dorothy Parkin’s hair is so long That she needs something big and strong To help her keep these long locks in We hope she’ll use this new hair pin. Amy Poulin when she comes to school Walks quite noisily as a rule. In order to stop these thunderous peals We give to her these rubber heels. Frances Smith we hear of late Has been having many an out-of-town date These tickets we’ll give her that came from a friend That dances in Roxbury she may attend. Charlotte Crofut—Burritt Curtis. We entered upon our Freshman year in nineteen twenty-seven. The class officers were, Eleanor O’Neil, President; Barbara Isham, Vice-President, (who became President when Eleanor O’Neil left to go to St. Margaret’s); Frances Smith, Secretary, and James Lockwood, Treasurer. The faculty during our Freshman year consisted of Miss Clark, Mr. Clark, Miss Geddes (who left at the end of the year, to be married), Miss Ronalds and Mr. Burnap, who also left us to take other positions. We became quite proficient as gigglers by the end of the year, an art which we still retain. Jennie Atkinson, Clara Crownshaw, and Ever-ette Bassett preferred work to school, and left us during the year. Helen Capewell and Grace Platt also left, due to illness, while Louise Ha-quist and Richard Cooper moved to another town. We will never forget our first experience in giving a program for Assembly. What to give was the problem. At last we decided to give an exciting ride in an automobile. Each person represented some part of the automobile, such as the wheels and spare tire. First one tire blew out and then another, then we had engine trouble and it was necessary to call a mechanic. After he had fixed it we continued on our way. After awhile the fender fell off, next the spare tire left us and last but not least the car with one great shudder fell in a heap with an awful clatter and bang. When we went back to school as Sophomores we considered ourselves just about it and tried to run the school, but we soon found out that the Seniors and Juniors held the sway. Shirley Dolan, Stephana Wittek, Harold Davis, Bessie Partridge and Benjamin Gwiazdowski joined our class in September. Our class officers were President, Dorothy Parkin; Vice-President, Stephana Wittek; Secretary, Lillian Hicock, and Treasurer, Dorothy Weasa. »:« »;. ;« «j« »; •;« »;•»;«.j.»;«»;«• « »; «j» »•« » . » • •;« »’• ►;« » « •« »;• » » • » « » . •••