Woodbury High School - Warrior Yearbook (Woodbury, CT)

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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» »•« » . » • •;« »’• ►;« » « •« »;• » » • » « » . •••

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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-Five We all had to behave ourselves under the rules of our new principal, Mr. Coombs. The other members of the faculty were Miss Clark, Miss Sweet, Mr. Munsell and Mr. Clark. We lost only one member of the class, Stephana Wittek, during the year, but at the end • f the year, Shirley Dolan left us to move to California. In Biology class Mr. Munsell was bothered by our smiling faces. We managed to find the bright side of everything especially in the di-secting of worms. Frances Smith was nearly overcome one day, either by the strong odor of the ether or the sight of the worm. Our Junior year started in much the same manner as did our Sophomore year with the exception that more respect was paid us. The same faculty presided over us during our Junior year. Several classmates left us during the year. They are as follows: Edith Allen to go to Miss Beard's School, Marion Goodsell due to illness, and Arnold Galpin, who left us because of injuries received in an accident. At the end of the year Alice Bower left because she preferred work to school, Elaine Koch left to take a business course, and Julia Kozenieski Henley left because she preferred married life. Our class officers were: President, Elaine Koch; Vice-President, Harold Davis; Secretary, James Lockwood, and Treasurer, Burritt Curtis. On December 18th and 19th one act plays were presented, “The Exchange, with Edith Allen and James Lockwood members of the cast; “The Florist Shop, with Robert Fowler one of the cast, and “Silas Mam' r with James Lock-wood one of the cast. “When the Whirlwind Blows was also presented with Dorothy Parkin and Lillian Hicock members of the cast. We gave several dances during the year and Dorothy Morgan and Robert Brinley were Assistant Editors of the Mirror. Chemistry class was merely a repetition of Biology class. However instead of the sole brilliance of Mr. Davis, Jimmy Lockwood and Bob Brinley began to ask questions which more than once remained unanswered. As for Lab period in Chemistry, we wonder how Mr. Munsell ever survived. When fire extinguishers were made some of the girls lost control of the extinguishers and instead of extinguishing the fire nearly drowned their teacher. We left school in June with our heads in the air thinking that at last we were Seniors. We entered our Senior year with great hopes and ambitions, realizing that our school days at Woodbury High were nearing an end. When it came to the question of election of class officers there was a great deal of confusion and quarreling. Finally they were elected as follows: President, Robert Brinley; Vice-President, Robert Fowler; Secretary and Treasurer, Lillian Hicock; Mascot, Harold Davis. Wedding bells rang merrily during our Senior year when Miss Sweet, our English teacher became Mrs. Coombs. The other members of the faculty were, Miss Clark, Mr. Coombs, Mr. Clark, Miss Jagger (who left us due to illness), and Miss Brucker (who succeeded her). Mary Mirfield and Estella Dickinson joined our class the beginning of the year. The play, “The Worm, was given, with Robert Fowler, Dorothy Morgan, and Lillian Hicock members of the cast. Lillian Hicock was elected Secretary and Treasurer of the A. A., and James Lockwood, President. Lillian Hicock was Editor of the Mirror, with Dorothy Morgan and James Lockwood, Assistants. James Lockwood, Barbara Isham and Estella Dickinson were our basketball stars. Harold Davis and James Lockwood represented the Seniors on the baseball team. Our class was represented in the Glee Club by Dorothy Morgan, Lillian Hicock, Frances Smith, Mary Mirfield, Estella Dickinson, Barbara Isham, and Dorothy Parkin. Now we are ready to graduate after four strenuous years of hard work. Class elections Most popular girl—Dorothy Morgan Most popular boy—Harold Davis Best looking girl—Dorothy Weasa Best looking boy—Harold Davis Best dressed girl—Bessie Partridge Quietest girl—Mary Mirfield Best natured girl—Barbara Isham Neatest girl—Estella Dickinson Most quick tempered—Frances Smith Best housekeeper—Amy Poulin Most literary—Lillian Hicock Class lightweight—Charlotte Crofut Tallest boy—Burritt Curtis Best excuse maker—Robert Brinley Laziest—James Lockwood Neatest boy—Robert Fowler Longest hair—Dorothy Parkin .5. j..j..j. j , 5» 5» 5»4 3 5