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

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16 THE GREEN AND WHITE OUR OPINION Junior Sphinx: Friendly greetings to our most faithful exchange. You must have an energetic board to get your paper out every week. Your jokes are quite amusing. Why not have a few more original stories? X-Ray: Quite a clever idea to publish serial stories. Your “Student Opinion” is quite an innovation in a school paper. Gleaner: Regret to say that we received but one copy of your school paper, a very excellent publication. The poem “The Cathedral” is exceptionally good. KATHERINE BULLOCK. EXCHANGE DEPARTMENT The Board regrets to say that we have received very few exchanges this year. We would appreciate it if the schools which receive our paper would comment upon the issue and also exchange with us. The following exchanges were received: The X-Ray, Sacramento, Cal. The Junior Sphinx, Geneseo, 111. The Gleaner, Pawtucket, R. I. SOCIAL a LE CERCLE FRANQAIS One day in March Le Cercle Francais was formed. A president, Miss Sadie Giorgio, and a secretary, Miss Theresa Peters, were elected, and a day set for the first meeting. This took place on March 17. Leo Nusenfeld was elected vice-president, and Miss Gertrude Grice, treasurer. Only Seniors and Juniors can belong, with the exception of those (exceedingly few) Sophomores who have acquitted themselves with distinction in French class. Our second meeting was held April 15. These gatherings consist of short business meetings, a social hour, and light refreshments. We have a novel way of obtaining the latter. It is necessary to have a password before being admitted, and to procure this, five cents must be paid to the treasurer. At the first, Miss Callan spoke jestingly of an invasion which we were to make on Paris, some day, and so at our next meeting we took an imaginary trip to France which is related below. “It was on a warm day in the middle of July that the French Club started enthusiastically on its way to France, each hoping that it would live up to its reputation and belie the World War veterans’ disgusted comments on “Sunny” France. We would have started sooner, only Miss Matheson insisted on staying over the Fourth so she could march in a very dignified manner in the parade. At last we were on our way. On calling the roll in New York, we found that two of our number had mysteriously disappeared. We hunted and hunted; we called the police; and all to no avail. The earth seemed to have swallowed them up. Certain persons were so grief-stricken that we decided to cheer them up by attending the Ziegfeld Follies. Imagine the shock to us, when who should come dancing on the stage but—the Misses Greenwell and Koch. When they learned how deeply they had been mourned, they decided to go on with us and give up their careers. “When the captain shouted All Aboard! and was about to haul in the gang-plank, we heard a great commotion; and hurrying to the scene we found that Sidney Ma-kowsky was insisting on going ashore to buy another suit of clothes. One of the

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THE GREEN AND WHITE 15 said hopeful little Mrs. Letter, “what is in this big box over me will be used up and then they'll move the box and see me, and then, and then,” but Mrs. Letter was quite over whelmed with her own hopes that she would be moved, and subsided quiveringly onto the counter. How Mrs. Letter wondered who she was meant for and what news she was supposed to contain. “How sweet and happy that pretty young lady looked when she put my dress on me,” mused Mrs. Letter. “How gayly she tripped down the stairs to give me to the big man with the bag on his back. I’d like to see that girl again. I wonder what she would say if she knew where I am now.” For days Mrs. Letter lay hopefully under the box. Now the box contained mothballs and there was not a very great demand for them in the winter, but finally summer came. The demand for moth-balls to put up winter clothes, increased every day and Mr. Hodge decided to move the box up on the top counter where it would be handy. He was very near-sighted, but his hand encountered and lifted poor trembling Mrs. Letter out into the daylight. “Well, well, what’s this?” exclaimed Mr. Hodge, as he fumbled through his pockets for his spectacles. “Oh, how slow he is, said Mrs. Letter to herself. Finally Mr. Hodge had his glasses on, and slowly read aloud this address: Mr. George Stanley, Chief Construction Engineer, New Pemberton Mills, Pennsylvania. “Well by gum!” exclaimed Mr. Hodge. “Now ain’t it too bad. That thar young feller did look so downhearted when I told him way back thar in February there warn’t no letter here for him. They do say he ain’t doin’ half so well up thar as he usta when the letters came regular every two days. Well, I swan ! Here you, Timothy, come here. Take this here letter up to Mista Stanley and go double quick. You better ride yer wheel and you'll get thar quicker. Now scat!” Poor Mrs. Letter trembling with excitement and expectation jogged up and down in Timothy’s pocket, along the rutty country road. “Hey thar, where's Mista Stanley?” shouted Timothy to one of the workmen. “He’s over on t’other side a tha buildin’ talkin’ ta Jim Hawkins.” Timothy ran lumberingly around the building and drew up, red-faced and panting, before Mr. Stanley. “Here’s a letter for ya, sir. Mr. Hodge said I was to bring it double quick.” Stanley’s heart skipped a beat. How well he knew that familiar handwriting! He tore the letter open swiftly and glanced quickly down the page. Then suddenly his eyes brightened and he murmured aloud—“and dad says he couldn’t choose a better son-in-law.” Oh, how little Mrs. Letter’s heart thumped as she hear these words. “Oh goodness me,” she said, “how very stupid that man was to lose such an important letter. How unhappy the beautiful lady-must be.” Soon she was in George’s inside pocket next to his wildly beating heart. For days she lay there, wondering if this was the end of her mission in life. But ah, no, Mrs. Letter was far too important a letter to lay thus concealed from view. One day she was moved from the pocket and George very- tenderly tied a beautiful blue sash around her dress, and placed her in a beautiful frame of rose-wood with a glass door in the front, through which Mrs. Letter gazed amazedly at her surroundings. “Oh. oh, oh, I’m back in the beautiful lady’s house,” she said excitedly. “I remember hearing that beautiful clock up there ticking as she carried me down the stairs.” A few minutes later looking about her, Mrs. Letter saw a great many packages of various sizes, and some other letters, and shyly asked one of them what was happening in the house; there was such an air of suppressed excitement, and the servants hurried about with such happy smiles. —“and came with her wedding presents,” That night Mrs. Letter could scarcely sleep from excitement. Tomorrow will be so lovely,” she said. “That beautiful lady-will look so pretty, all dressed in white and with a veil and a bouquet of orange blossoms.” (Oh yes, Mrs. Letter knew all about what would happen on the morrow. She had overheard the maid and the butler talking about it.) Hazel did not disappoint Mrs. Letter the next day. She looked very beautiful and happy as she leaned on the arm of her beaming father. And when it was all over, and the happy couple were being congratulated, the first thing Stanley did when he could break away was to take a blossom from Hazel’s bouquet, press it to his lips and then to hers, and then slip it inside Mrs. Letter’s dress quite, quite close to her peaceful, contented heart—and— The very first piece of furniture placed in the Stanley’s new home was that framed and sacred love-letter, and Mrs. Letter beams sweetly from the wall supreme in the knowledge that at last she has fulfilled her mission. CATHERINE M. FAY, Class of 1925.

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THE GREEN AND WHITE 17 ship’s officers had told him that the Prince of Wales had had twenty suits, so he had thought it absolutely necessary to get one more. “On the fourth day out a great storm arose. We gathered in the recreation room. where Miss Kennedy and Miss Moore comforted us by playing and singing Do They Think of Me at Home?” “A Life on the Ocean Wave,” “Who’s Sorry Now?” “Where is My Wandering Boy Tonight?” “The Vacant Chair,” etc. The only thing that cheered us up was the thought that, if the ship sank and we weren’t in very deep water, we might be able to keep our heads above the surface by standing on Kenney or Serbst. Then the propeller broke; there was no hope. But a wonderful idea came to Miss Horton, “Give me a rowboat,” she cried, “and I will tow you o’er the ocean!” “In Paris we had to free Miss Wall from the clutches of the French police. It seems that she was discovered sketching the statues and paintings in the Louvre, which is against the law. At last, upon agreeing to make a drawing for each one of the judges, she was acquitted. “When the leader of the orchestra at the Ritz heard that Miss Nettleton and Miss Marino and Levy were violinists from Bristol, R. I., and especially that two of them had played in the famous C. M. H. S. orchestra, he begged them to stay and add their great abilities to the Ritz orchestra. But for their promise to stay by the French Club, they would probably have yielded to the Frenchman’s frenzied entreaties. “We had great difficulty in keeping track of Miss Grice, for she was always wandering into strange by-ways to find queer expressions to use as passwords when we returned. Another member who almost deserted was Miss Giorgio who was offered a responsible position as assistant chemist in Mme. Curie’s laboratory. “Leo Nussenfeld left us for a few days while he went to Genoa to discover some fresh information about Christopher ‘Columb.’ “Miss Callan had a hard time rescuing a quartet which had ventured into the East Side to learn the Apache dances. For the Apaches, who had probably never heard of any terpsichorean efforts named after themselves, took them for rich tourists and shut them up as a mild joke. But for Miss Callan's tactful diplomacy there is no telling how far the ‘joke’ might have been carried. “But all these escapades had tired us, and we took the next steamer home. When we disembarked at New York we were tremendously surprised to find a delegation consisting of President Coolidge, “Al” Smith, and the mayor of New York awaiting us at the pier. But our pride received a great fall when we found that they weren’t waiting for us but for Mrs. Coolidge, who had gone to Paris on a shopping tour. “We finished our journey in a much chastened frame of mind. The French Club is, as yet, in its infancy. But we hope that by next year it will have become a truly great institution. THERESA E. PETERS, ’24. ------o------- RHODE ISLAND HONOR SOCIETY An important event in the school year was the organization at Colt Memorial of a chapter of the Rhode Island Honor Society of High Schools. An idea of this society may be gained from the following quotation from its constitution: “The purpose of this organization shall be to encourage the development of high scholarship, strong spirit of service, helpful leadership and worthy character in the students of the Rhode Island High Schools. “All students who at the beginning of their senior year have an average scholarship rank of 85% or over for all previous work and who possess the other necessary qualifications of character, service, and helpful leadership shall be eligible for membership; also all students who at the beginning of the second half of their senior year meet these requirements.” On April 16, the day before the Easter vacation, special exercises were held in the auditorium at which Principal George H. Eckels of the Technical High School, Providence, was the guest of honor. He gave a very interesting and stimulating address, showing the importance of high scholarship, at the close of which he presented emblems and certificates to the following ten members of the class of 1924: Gladys Brelsford Katherine Bullock Mary Ezikorich Sadie Giorgio Elsa Greenwell Arleen Holm Sidney Makowsky Geraldine Marino Mary Matheson Theresa Peters RALPH R. STRONG, Principal, C. M. H. S.