Bristol High School - Green and White Yearbook (Bristol, RI)

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THE GREEN AND WHITE 17 how many baskets of clothes I’d have to help Jimmie drag to get enough to buy it,” he was thinking. “I’ll get Mama to come see it; she could read that sign and tell me how much. No, I’ll remember the numbers and tell her. There’s a two and a nothing—that couldn’t be much.” Just then a neatly dressed woman walked up to the toy-shop window. She had her little boy with her on his tricycle. The whole circus looked only a little nicer to Henry than this little boy. He had on a white, white suit, and a real sailor hat. His stockings didn’t have any holes in them and his shoes “shined,”—they “shined” more than his Ma’s stove at home just after she’d polished it. “Oh, Mother,” said the little lad of the sailor cap, “there’s a circus just like mine, isn’t it?” The mother smiled and answered, “Yes, dear, I think so. Papa bought yours here.” Then Henry, noticing that the little boy on the tricycle was no longer looking at the circus, but at his dirty bare feet instead, cast a defiant look at the newcomers, turned on his wooden bov, jumped and flew down the alley again, happy in the thought that two and nothing couldn’t make much. ANONYMOUS. Y.W.V.WWA,.V. Vm’W.WA,.VJ,AW 7M', | CLASS NOTES VAY.VW.V.,AA V .V.%V.V Y.V . WA,AAY( 1921 Once upon a time there came to this High School a group of timid, quaking, blushing, small people—the class of 1921. They were not an unusual class—reverencing the Seniors as all good Freshmen should, meek and mild as all good Freshmen should be— until the second year, and then, after seven long months of screwing up their courage, they finally announced, with the most bold and careless nonchalance, that they were going to have a May Walk! And with this same show of cold indifference they sallied forth at five o’clock one morning and started down the Ferry Road. By the next September, when the class of 1921 went by the name of “Juniors,” they had acquired a most remarkable ability to do things. They proposed a Hallawe’en Party, .and it was such a novel idea that the faculty decided to have one for the whole school. The Freshmen were the guests of the evening and they, especially, had a gay time. Later in the year when the snow was on the ground they made ready for a sleigh ride. Pupils and chaperons gathered at the school house at seven-thirty and waited. The sleigh did not come. About eight o’clock a few people went to investigate the matter. There was no sleigh. Plenty of prancing steeds, but no sleigh, so they went to walk down Lovers’ Lane —that is, the whole class went. The next night they managed to get both the horses and the sleigh and so they had a jolly ride to Warren and Barrington. Again they planned a May Walk but the gods intervened and the rain kept them in bed. The “Prom.” that the class of 1921 gave will go down in history as the great transformation scene. For the pleasure of the Seniors this was given, but how true it is that great deeds go not unrewarded. From the timid, blushing, quaking shadows they blossomed, in one evening, to their present dignity and poise, to their great executive and legislative ability and it is to the “Prom” that they owe their great successes in the November Dance and the Food Fair, which was given in the first part of February. This function was an event of keen enjoyment to both patrons and pupils. The class officers at this time were: President —Israel Makowsky; Vice President—William Rinaldi; Secretary—Kathleen Hodg-don; Treasurer—Virginia August; and with the help of the executive committee, the plans they made were truly remarkable. Cake and candy were sold at booths while the supper was served at artistically decorated tables. A program was arranged including the performance of the talented ones of the school, and at nine o’clock the floor was cleared for dancing. The School Orchestra jazzed for them in a very Southern style. The Class of 1921 is always and forever thrifty (this does not apply to the Food Fair) and is used to making the best of every opportunity. Last March when the snow was deep enough for sleighing the class went again to Warren. There was no trouble this time over the fiery steeds and the winged chariot, and no sordid obstacles kept their spirits dimmed. Another dance was held on the twenty-second of April and a larger crowd than ever before was present. Two plays will be given early in June. Those who have previously seen such per-

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16 THE GREEN AND WHITE AT THE BACK FENCE “Matilda White is the queerest, old maid house keeper I ever seen in all my born days,” said Mrs. Bowen to Miss Waden over the back fence. “She would rather wash her sink any Sunday than hear Parson Lawrence preach. Not saying she don’t like his preaching, but that old sink of her’n must be spick and span all the time.” “Yes,” replied Miss Waden, “she ain’t got no use for nothing but keeping her. house clean. She scrubs and sweeps the live long day. Too bad she can’t keep her soul clean besides her house. Of course I don’t mean she ain’t a good woman. She minds her own business. Well, that’s nothing, we do too. We never talk about nobody.” “Now. you know Ann Bullit, she never scrubs her house,” said Mrs. Bowen. “She goes to church every Sunday and even goes to Friday night prayer meeting. Why couldn’t she leave out prayer meeting and clean her house up once and a while? Why I went to call on her the other day and her kitchen was a mess. The sink was pack jam full o’ dishes and it was so dirty. It’s a shame she don’t wash it once in a while ’stead of talking to Mrs. Tones over the back fence all the morning. Well, anyway she’s got a clean soul.” “Well,” answered Miss Waden, “you know that fly-away Sally Smith is the limit. I saw her flirting the other day. Honest-ta-goodness flirting with that handsome lookin’ city feller. He smiled at her too. Don’t see how he could do it. Her skirts are so short I’d be ’shamed if I was her. She wears heels ’bout eight inches high and it’s a puzzle to me how she ever walks on ’em. Goodness me, her hair looks as though a nest of hornets had got a-tangled in it. I guess ya call ’em cootie—a—, I donno, something anyhow.” “Oh, yes,” answered Mrs. Bowen, “I know what you mean. Cootie nests. Ain’t them things awful. You’ll never catch my Mary wearing them things. If she does wear ’em her Pa’ll give her a good licking. Lan’ I smell my roast a-burning. Goodbye.” CATHLEEN BARTON, ’23. “THE PRINCE AND THE PAUPER” The little round, ruddy face of Henry Noonan was pressed against the glass window of Baker’s Toy Shop. In his admiration of the double ringed circus paraphernalia displayed before him, he was forgetting the fun poked at him by the other children, whose mothers didn’t have to take in washings and go out scrubbing. He didn’t mind wearing dirty ragged shirts with the sleeves cut off and unhemmed, and he rather liked going bare- foot, but he did hate to be laughed at by the other kids” who wore shoes and stockings, and pants and coats in place of dirty blue overalls. He had waited patiently for them to get through looking in Old Baker’s window, and when they had gone running away down the street to follow an organ grinder, he had run across the street as fast as his little feet could carry him, and had fastenend his gaze and interest on the wonders of the toy shop. His earnest blue eyes, shaded by heavy lashes but a trifle darker than the short chestnut curls which rolled up all over his well formed head, shifted from one brilliantly colored toy to another. Near him in the front part of the window were Humpty-Dumpty men, little fat men and women all dressed in wonderful clothes, and clowns, oh, so many clowns. Clowns on ladders, clowns with ladders on them, clowns on their heads, clowns on one foot, clowns walking on their hands, clowns making up faces at him, clowns with hats on, clown's with hats off, clowns with black faces, clowns with red faces, and lots and lots of clowns with white faces and big red spots. Over there— why there was a clown on an elephant! Little Henry stood on tiptoe to see beyond the clowns. How he wished they’d all fall down now so’s he could see the animals. He raised himself on his toes several times, but the iron grating on which he stood hurt his feet when he stood on tiptoe. A thoughtful expression flickered across his face, and the next instant he ran like a flash down the little alley next to the toy shop. In a few seconds he was coming around the corner of the shop tugging a wooden box, not a large box, but large for him. When he had it placed on the iron bars, and directly in front of the window, he jumped upon it, and gazed and gazed in open-mouthed wonder and delight. Could he believe his eyes?—a real hill with a road coming down it, and real toy houses facing the street, and, best of all, a big, real, circus parade coming down the street— with elephants, and horses, and camels, and little ponies—yes, there was a little boy leading them—and no telling how many wild tigers, and lions, and other animals that get ugly and bite, were inside all those red and yellow wagons. Oh, at first he hadn’t seen the big red wagon down near the front corner of the window. A band in it! Band men with red band suits and gold horns and things, and it was “dragged” by white horses with big red things on their heads!—their harnesses were all gold. Each second he discovered something new, and he stood there motionless for several minutes. Within him his little soul cried out, “I want it, I want it. I wonder

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18 THE GREEN AND WHITE formances will know what High School Seniors can do in that line, and considering the coach and the cast, the class are sure that these plays will be superior to others in every way. The Class of 1921 is about to graduate. We can well expect their work in the world to conform, as it always has, to their motto, “Honor lies in Honest Toil.” E. SANFORD. ’21. TO THE SENIORS Here’s to the Seniors so bright and so fair, We are the class that will work with great care. Soon we will leaving be. Won’t that be sad? Don’t you suppose they will be very glad? HELEN SYLVESTER. •ywYWUWwwwwwwwuuAV wwwYWYS ATHLETICS ij At the beginning of the season the spirit of base ball was inflamed in the heart of every pupil in the Colt Memorial High School. Early in April the school assembled to elect a manager, and William Rinaldi, class of 1921, was elected. Mr. Albert Hudson, the Agricultural Instructor, offered his services as coach. Mr. Hudson was captain and pitcher of his team when he was at Rhode Island State College. Prof. Wisbey of the Chemistry Department, also offered his services as faculty manager. About the middle of April an athletic committee was elected, consisting Of four boys and four girls, a girl and a boy being chosen from each class. Those chosen were: Mary Connors, William Serbst, Seniors; Norman Vermette, Charlotte Le-Clair, Juniors; Margaret Nerone, Edward Rinaldi, Sophomores; Thomas Kennedy, Arleen Holm. Freshmen. A little later the veterans of the 1920 base ball team met and elected Frank Rinaldi captain. Practice soon started and over thirty boys responded to the call. They were always on hand four days a week, and at least two and one half hours a day. Many ways were resorted to in order to raise money for the coming games. Candy was sold in the school at recess, and two entertainments were given during the season. These were: Professor Harrell on April 8, and “The Musical Bouquet” on May 11. All the pupils of the school showed their interest in some way; those who could not in a physical way did SO financially. The spirit of loyalty predominated over everything else and no matter where the team played, in town or out, there was always a group of “rooters,” especially girls, who helped a great deal in winning the game by their cheering. We played Our first game at Central Falls, Friday, April 15, most of the time in a pouring rain ; nevertheless, we went on to victory, and obtained our first scalp by a score of twelve to four. The second game was played against Warren, whom we succeeded in defeating by a score of ten to one. After this victory we had a little hard luck, losing three games in succession, New Bedford, South Kingston and Warwick. After these defeats we came back by defeating Central Falls a second time by a score of six to four. There are still tne following games to be played, and we expect to win a good part of them; May 27—Taunton at Bristol. June 1—C. M. H. S. at Warwick. June 7 New Bedford at Bristol. June 10—South Kingston at Bristol. June 17—C. M. H. S. at Taunton. June 22—Alumni. Mr. Hudson, Mr. Wisbey and Mr. Strong have done a great deal to help the team along, Mr. Hudson especially. He will long be remembered by every boy in the school. R. CARD. 21.