Woodrow Wilson High School - Saga Yearbook (Middletown, CT)

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Class Histor Leaving Wilson-somehow that doesn't seem possible. Why it just can't be four years since we entered one September as scared Freshmen! We had for oliicers that year: President, Charles Pearson, Vice-President, Shirley Beebeg Secretary, Jeanne Burgess, and Treasurer, James 0,Connor. Patricia Ericksen was elected as our repre- sentative to Student Council, a post which she has held for our four years here. We all surely remember that frolicking Freshman F rolic, for we all went and had a great time. The following year we returned as studious Sophomores. That year, filled with drives of all sorts-bond drives, scrap drives, and such-went by quickly. Paul Mastras served as President, and assisting him were: Vice-President, Barbara Carlsong Secre- tary, Alice Kenselg and Treasurer, Joseph Dupnik. Our Sophomore Hop was indeed not a Flop and we even made a little extra money on it 1 Before we knew it we were ambitious Juniors, and had our class rings chosen and ordered, smooth gold with a maroon stripe, and the traditional Wilson emblem in gold. Were we proud l And then we were all making ready to attend our first big formal the successful Junior Prom. We had Charles Pearson, our Freshman leader, back again as President, artistically-minded Beverly Mackenzie as Vice-President, Jeanne Reiss as Secretary, and Honest J oei' Dupnik for a second term as Treasurer. A number of our boys were making sports headlines. Charlie Pearson and Sal Pirrucio were chosen co- captains of the football team for the next year, and Stanley Stash Krol captain-elect of the basketball team. Con Gleason led the baseball team, prior to his departure for service in the armed forces. We lost some of our boys to the Army, Navy and Marines. Several members of our class were initiated into the National Honor Society at an impressive ceremony in April. Yes, we had a very eventful Junior year I And now here we are-exalted Seniors-leaving! Our class officers for this last year at Wilson were: President, Joseph Dupnik, Vice-President, Barbara Schneckg Sec- retary, Barbara Karpeg and Treasurer, George Patrick Tynan. We sold Christmas cards and wrappings for extra cash for' our treasury fBetty Simmons won the prize for selling the mostJ9 had some super', class parties, fhelped along by our advisorsj g worked hard on our beloved SAGAg and made the Senior Ball in May the crowning event of all. More than a dozen members of our class accompanied the Band onthe trips to Greenwich ffor the State Music Festivall and to Gloucester, Massachusetts, f for the New England Music Festivalj . Seven brains in the class took the Pepsi-Cola Scholarship test, in February. Yes, we were really busy this last year! Well, we're off to see what the future holds for us-f at least the boys don't have to worry-those that Uncle Sam hasn't got his eye on, some cute little girl probably haslj and we sincerely hope that 'it holds some very good things for Wilson and the future graduating classes. Respectfully submitted, BARBARA KARPE, Secretary 26

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19,10 It 'Jiri' X 951505-f, 14 53 W 4' i i7 if,-.TL 4' L if , Q as x def i JZ, ty Class Prophecy It is the thirtieth day of February, in the year of our Lord 1961. All that can be heard is a distant booming and the rushing of wind past our cauliflower ears as we spin through the stratosphere. Mr. Straub did it again! He should have known better than to drop in one place all of Mr. Atkinson's private stock of atomic bombs which he had hoarded to deal with minority groups. We alight on a shapely and curvaceous surface which we perceive to be the planet Venus. Suddenly we hear a trumpet blast announcing the entrance of his excellency, Joe Tiny Dupnik, ruler of the kingdom. Preceding King Joe are his trumpeteers, Barbara Karpe and Althea Nichols. His Majesty, after greeting us like Macbetlfs witches with a hail fstonej leads us toward the palace. Walking across the lawns, we meet Sal Pirruccio working in his greenhouse full of dandelions, witch grass and poison ivy. When asked why his specimens grow so tall fSal has to use a helicopter to water theml he replies that his daily accordion serenade is responsible. Continuing our way toward the palace we stumble over George Tynan, George Gibson and ,lim 0'Connor, deftly trimming the shamrock beds. They tell us, grin- ning, that the green grass got ,em. Nearby are Charlie Pearson and Dick Bielefield coaching the local gridiron all- stars in the art of missing tackles, which they have down to a highly technical science. Now we can see reflected in a lily pond the golden glitter of King ,loe's soy-bean castle. Sprinkling the King's synthetic rubber trees tperfected after years of research by Carl Haftelj is Alice Kensel, private secretary and chaulferette. incidentally all the royal aero-cars are bought by exclusive contract from Bob Longworth and Com- pany. He is so successful that he now has two vice-presidents, Bob Barrows and John Peplau, in charge of re-capping rubber windshield wipers. Labor diliiculties, how- ever, have appeared at Longworth, Inc. in the form of Union leaders Chester Kokozka and Clayton Hewitt, who are persuading the workers to strike with the slogan Why work with wipers which won't wash well when we want wipers which will wash weller . Because he hates to see any one unoccupied, ,loe puts us to work polishing statues of himself. He has a new one, carved every week by Beverly Mackenzie. She is also his interior decorator and is the reason for the Scotch plaid wall paper in every room. During our polishing job fwhich we take a shine toj, Alice tells about Dot Zanelli, Janet Chase, Ellie Brannack, and Emily Brisson, who come nightly to the palace to play love-songs under Joe's window. One night faccording to Alicej these courtiers fought for the hand of our gracious and petite majesty. The fracas was finally broken up by the local policewomen, Margaret Addis and Jane DiGandomenico, who after dispersing the love-makers, picked up the guitars and played to sleeping Joe themselves. King Dup invites us to visit his throne room so we follow him into a huge hall. The walls are covered with full color posters advertising Celia Koba's Specialty Shoppe where she sells bicep builders for broken-down boys. The throne in the center of the room is flanked by the court foot-guard: Frank Godwin, Don Lang, Joe Klemba, Tony Strom, Ed Bauer and Frank Smith. The guards are resplendent in pink polka- 28