Woodbury High School - Warrior Yearbook (Woodbury, CT)

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What a perfect day after a week of rain! Simply had to go to church to hear the new minister the Rev. James E. Wilson. Not bad; but he always was a fairly competent talker anyway. His melodious voice could easily be distinguished and soon he was rendering a solo. The town will certainly get their money’s worth for he is not only blessed with the above, but still possesses an exceptional ability to lead the congregation in singing. Great excitement this afternoon. Saw Ruth Burton, alias, Red” burning up the road while trying out her latest invention, a car with only one wheel. Guess she found it more economical (she always was Scotch) since she seldon used the other three and especially on those emergency cases for which her distinction as a driver was first established. Who should I run across today, but Dolly Wight. Was rather at a loss for words at first, but then found my sudden emotions to be caused by the fact that a curly headed blonde confronted me. She explained that upon leaving the venerated institution of her childhood days, the world problems seemed more than she could bear, so in a wild desire to become light headed again had bleached her hair. Gorgeous weather. Met Irene King today, but didn’t recognize her because she had become so robust. Inspired by the larger number of passengers she always had whenever she got the car in her high school days; she started the now famous King Taxi Company. I went past a country school today and saw the teacher out teaching her pupils how to play baseball. Sock! Did she hit that ball. She made a home run! A regular Babe Ruth in woman’s clothes. I then recognized her. She was Olive Hine. CLASS GIFTS” Anne Plungis—William Swanson These apples we give to Emily Klatka To follow that proverb, while in training, An apple a day, keeps the Doctors away.” To Virginia, neat and small We give these stiles To make her tall. This fruit so sweetly canned We give to Polly To take the place of the I. G. A.” brand. This ticket will take Esther to Hollywood She would show Garbo, if she could. When to Simmons, Ruth goes, She will have many beaus So we give her this swan In memory of the one that’s gone. To Jimmy Wilson, this hymnbook, the class gives. For his own use when in a parsonage he lives. To Bruce Crighton, who amuses himself catching Hies, We give this paper, So his ambitions, he may fully realize. To Dolly, forever laughing We know not why, We leave this onion To make her cry. The tiny little tag We give to Irene King To keep track of Mike ’Till she gets her ring. To Anne Plungis, tall and slim And neatest of all the girls These curlers we present To maintain her lovely curls. This ruler we give to Olive To prove she’s not as juvenile As children will be lead to think By her ever present smile. To Austen Bennett, we give this writing paper Because we greatly fear, That more than one heart will be broken When he goes away next year. To Nettie Clements, our nurse maid, We give this little rattle So that she will have a certain way To shut up the baby’s prattle. To Mike Coad, these watches the class gives So he may two time as long as he lives. To Catherine who doesn’t do much talking We give this parrot to keep her company while walking. To Bill Swanson, the bluffer of our class. We give this truth serum So his stories cannot fool every little lass. To Louise we present this book, The Joy of a Farmer’s Life”. It will be handy when she becomes a farmer’s wife. Page Twenty

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peanuts and popcorn into bags and equally as many into his mouth, at the same time continually hollering Peanuts and Popcorn. Well Diary, I got the surprise of my life today. I was down at the practice field wasting some bullets when a car drove up. A young man and woman alighted. It looked like Judson Darrow, the champion sharp shooter. But the young lady Who was she, I asked a friend. His fiancee” was the reply, I’m sure I forgot to close my mouth for some time. I next asked what had caused such a drastic change in our woman hater. The explanation was that she’s different. She knows as much as Judson does about guns and bullets. She’s an excellent markswoman. From now on she’s his mark. Spent the afternoon in the wilderness. Just as I though the rough old road was about to end I discovered a queer looking place belonging to Bruce Crighton. He showed me around the building, explaining that this was his hospital for insects. He had just finished a major operation on the star flea of the flea circus. Now the flea had quite a temperature, and was demanding attention. He was impatient to be back at work on those wooden legs and artificial limbs for flies. During my taxi excursions, which take me almost everywhere, I chanced upon Virginia Wells, so, I simply had to hear what she was doing with herself. Said she was completely exhausted in her efforts to keep up with the latest Paris fashions (for she has turned to dress making as a last resort) but simply had to, as her social calendar called for such. She fears that she will regain her childish habits again because she is continually cutting up” and putting together various pieces and always ending up in stitches over them. Was rather perplexed for a moment when I encountered Bill Swanson to-day and was not able to recognize him (and who would have with his silk hat and cane!) Such a distinguished personage he’s become. The reason for this long absence he explained, not bluffed” for a wonder, was that he had been sojourning in England for a few months having a jolly” fine time, as he expressed it. Will, now resume his honorable position at the soda fountain in the cornor drug store, selling Good Humors”. Hadn’t heard from or seen Melvina Wells, so decided to drop in on her for a few minutes. She’s secluded herself in the wilds of Southbury, so as not to be disturbed so much by frequent telephone calls and numerous other engagements. Much to my surprise she said she really adored feeding chickens in spite of its being just a hen party” and in odd moments she found great delight submerging into the depths of her never-to-be-for-gotten chemistry, so as to keep up with this scientific age. Taxi business still seems to be thriving and through it I find myself becoming a pretty good listener (you know they say that’s an important part of one’s etiquette in attaining a position in the social world.’) Anyway, I was much honored in conveying Margery Butler to her destination, this morning, rather surprised she wasn’t walking (remember she always did at school, but I guess she had a method in her madness). Great to see her again, but somewhat astonished to learn that after years of hard work and high marks, she is now teaching kindergarten! Poor Girl! I guess that teaching little children to pile-up blocks is her only means of escape from this thinking world —and then she’ll probably die a nervous wreck. Abominable weather; haven’t bothered to go out, consequently have been absolutely at loss for news. However, chanced to meet an old friend today who imparted unsparingly the accumulated gossip as such it is generally called. They said Austen Bennett, W. H. S., lady-killer, decided to give dancing lessons to the Hollywood celebrities, but a record amount of bills for new shoes caused him to have a nervous breakdown and he’s now recuperating in the wilds of Africa, which is supposed to be a pretty good place. Among my numerous encounters today, I ran across Frank Mulvey, who I thought by this time was surely explaining to Einstein some of his own unfathomable theories in science. Well finding he’d learned all there was to learn along that line he turned his extraordinary talents toward the moving picture world. Seems he’s now competing with Clark Gable as the screen’s greatest lover, and as a past-time shows the other Hollywood celebrities his latest invention, a pair of roller skates, built according to the latest scientific theories. Have gotten sort of behind lately, in this affair; nothing very exciting’s happened—just talk as usual, Emily Klatka came speeding along on her newest acquisition, a bicycle built for two. So, of course, she stopped long enough to exchange a few words. She seemed much at home on her bicycle having in her younger days at W. H. S. been an ardent believer in asking some of the little friends” to give her a ride on theirs. She confided most secretly to me that her studying to become a nurse had proved most helpful especially to those who fell victims to her bicycle. Page Nineteen

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To Frank we present this chemistry set. To use in his spare time And maybe he’ll discover some germ cure yet. These paper dolls should amuse her When to Illinois Margery goes For she will be lonely As everyone surely knows. This spacious diary, To Mike Welles we leave Her experiences to record And her melancholy to relieve. To demure, little Juddy Who has eyes of brown. We give this handkerchief To wipe away his frown. To Adam Wittek, our only farmer. We give this gentle cow So he can get right to work As soon as he has a plow. THE CLASS WILL” Dolly Wight—Austen Bennett To Aaron Olmstead, a special cobbler, to make shoes for him. To Olive Manville, a book on How to acquire the Charm of Sophistication.” To Helen Martin, a deed made out to her, so that she can always keep the ’Olstead. To Stanley Lizauskas, Bill Swanson’s ability to plav basketball. To the Minor Brothers, a plate glass show window, in which to perform. To Dot Hatstat, Warren Mansfield. To Ann Wedgwood, a bud” to remind her of happy days. To Catherine Klatka, some of her sister’s demure nature. To Mary Gruber, a new line to confuse the girls she guards next year in basketball. To Bob Ross, private lessons on how to drive a car. To Vernon Morris, a loudspeaker so his jokes will be appreciated. To Fred Gracy, a girl friend, who will exchange notes with him. To Lita Cole, a contract as Mary Pickford’s double. To Rachel Hicock, a portable head rest to use in all her classes. To Edith Platt, a contract to draw the plans for the new school. To Ernest Hicock, dancing lessons so he can amuse her better during noon hours. To Miles Bennett, some chips to go with his poker face. To Ruth Perry, a book of Romance. To Frances Lusas, a volume control to tone her voice down. To Steffie Zitkus, a ladder so she can climb down to Connie when she wants to tell her a secret. To Foster Whitney, a valet to carry Helen’s and his books from class to class. To Gertrude Brinley, someone to turn the radio on for her so she can make use of the reducing exercises. To Dorothy Dickinson, some sugar to use for the hicups”. (Hicock) To Virginia Wilson, Her brother James’ sweet disposition. To Croft Fray, a banana peel to leave on his doorstep so he can slip in more easily at night. To Ruth Reichenbach, some cement so she and Ann can’t be separated. To Pasqualina Dinatali, piano lessons, so she can act as assistant to her brother. To Charles Grisgraber, the song entitled Give me Liberty or Give me Love.” To Francis Jolott, a home on a Quaker Farm. To Charlotte Frazier, a portfolio in which to put all her short stories. To Molly Bennett, Margery Butler’s reducing diet. To Ruth Hine, 47 varieties of smiles. Page T wenty-One