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

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16 THE GREEN AND WHITE TO MR. DOWD 'Twas naught but talk—a triflng matter When Dowdy said, he'd can the chatter. Old fussy prune! Across the class He put poor me, Alas! alas! And there is Barney, Johnny, Lester, And dear old Helen I loved to pester, Tough luck was mine, 'cause when I talked Old Dowd, he looked, and gawked and gawked And then he’d say, o'er come by wrath Mith Manley, quiet! Thith ith Latin clath! Oh Gosh! Then I-es' would talk to David, Humph 1 Never get caught their lives were saved. John, seeking knowledge, as well he might, Asked me a question right in plain sight An’ all I did was answer him And bring on me a fate so grim Old Dowd, he made me change my place And made me leave each much-heard face And far across the class to go A strange new place, a strange new row. And what to do without me there Our dear old nook where woe was rare Our corner dear and just those four Where we sped away the Latin hour. So Helen kind, she thought that she Would console them all for the loss of me. And so, she talked and made much noise And bv no means increased Dowd’s joys Les” spoke then and ended atl 'Cause Mister Dowd—the nerve and gall! He moved her too, alack! alas! There’s nothing left of our Latin class! And may I add while I still survive That Johnny's in a new bee hive And Lester's not where he used to be There's Barney yet to move, you see. Now I ask you, is that nice? To part us so? He’s done it twice. The first time he said 'twas just a trial. But now we’ll stay for a good long while. The wrong was what? The windows there. The sights to see. the morning air. We always felt so fresh (?) and gay, We had to talk—it’s a woman’s way, And cruel, vile thing. He would be mean And part us all and make the scene A tragedv. HATTIE MANLEY, '28. “THE REASON WHY” Our school begins, as all you know. At eight-fifteen each day. But eight-sixteen, one minute late Is my most frequent way. Is seems the bed's so very warm The air’s so very cold That my old bed to me so dear Is worth a lot of gold. But school must come and school will come, And I on time must go, So if you hear someone’s reformed ’Tis I, vou’ll surelv know. PAUL CLARK. IN MEMORIAM No man had ever loved her. Men Do not admire a simple face. She labored through the dragging years. Remembering work, forgetting tears, And then there came a twilight when She softly left this earthly place. Few cared that she had gone her way. Or if they did, they did not say. Few knew she died not in a bed. Few knew that she was even dead. Those whom she nursed to health did not Remember her. They long forgot. She cared for all; none cared for her. She never sinned. She could not err. Her face was far too plain for that, She did not ever slant her hat. She lived a nurse. She died a nurse. None walked behind her lonely hearse. She lived. She died. And that was all. But when she entered Heaven’s Hall, She found the Lord God waiting there, Anxious to place her in His care! LESTER EISENSTADT, ’28. WE WONDER WHAT WOULD HAPPEN If John Boynton would ever wake up. If Martin Biancuzzo wouldn’t lose his head in a game. If Johnny Dunbar grew up. If Lester Eisenstadt didn't cough before reciting in class. If Ralph Church didn't blush when he recited. If F. Brownell and F. Corea stopped going to Warren. If R. Gorham wasn’t late to school. If D. Leviten wasn't telling how to make money. If R. Munroe ever talked a little louder. If M. Hill did her History assignments. If N. Pirri wouldn't get nervous when reciting. If Powers wouldn't cause so much disturbance. EDDIE LeCLERC, '28. “NICK” PIRRI, '28. A FRIEND INDEED Over the stormy trail, Through rain and snow and hail. To a sick friend in need, Lindv was a friend indeed. When he heard the call for need. Did he falter? No, indeed! All he said was, “I'll go,” And flew through the blinding snow. Although he flew in vain that day, For his brave friend soon passed away, He showed true courage as his aim. And added glory to his name. E. WINWARD, '28. YOUTH Sunny and smiling And beguiling Time away with youth's own joys. Juvenile bliss. Sweet happiness. Rejoice ere woe with age alloys! HATTIE MANLEY, '28.

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THE (iRECN AND WHITE 15 WE WOULD LIKE TO KNOW Why Corea is so interested in Warren. If Colt will continue to Bank 100% when the Seniors leave. If Spike Connors will really become a State cop. What makes “Katchy Burns fond of “Red.” Why Dunbar uses a muffler when he talks. If all men are created equal,” look at “Tubby and DeWolf. Whether or not the author of this column will succeed Geo. Mackinnon or Neal O'Hara. (Ben Turpin.) How Motta gets that way. When the school orchestra will meet Ted Lewis in a battle of music. If “Twister” Church really did twister. Why Castriotta journeys to Fall River every week end. Whether Elvira Oberg will succeed as Gloria Swanson. When the school pugilist. Nick Ruggiero, will bring the world’s featherweight title to Bristol. If the football squad will continue the good work after the Seniors leave. When Johnny Rego is going to buy that “Chicken farm.” If Gus is really in love. If so. where, why, when and how. When Eddie Levy will turn from a “jerker to an honest-to-goodness pharmacist. If “Tubby” is going to fill Cornsweet’s shoes at Brown. When Agnes will stop going to Wilbur's. What kind of cough remedy Lester needs. When Alice is going to try that “ice experiment for the last time. Where D’Ambrosia got those curves—on the hall. Why Rego goes to the Arcadia on Thursday nights. Why Boynton refused to succeed John Barrymore or John Gilbert. When Stella is going to start growing. YONK '29. Ed. Daily Dust. DISILLUSIONMENT “Welcome!” it said There’s a clasp of hand, The picture Faith Of so many lands. First do I think That so great is hope And then I see S” on a box of soap! DAWN When the grass is wet with dew, Golden clouds come into view When the cock begins to crow When the farmer starts to sow Then is Dawn. When the world at last awakes Refreshing cool are brooks and lakes When goes care of yesterday When there starts another day Then is Dawn. HATTIE MANLEY, 28. “IT WON’T BE LONG NOW” I. Tiara, Rah, Rah, Boom-de-Aye, Diamonds, dear friends, are trumps today. Spring has come” with golden dreams Of pennant-winning base ball teams. The fans no longer itch and swear At winter's flannel underwear. Instead they itch to watch their nine Upon the home field diamond shine. And soon you’ll hear the diamond ring, And echo with the call of spring. That wonderous. thunderous, thrilling call, PLAY BALL.” II. You’ll soon see Uncle Sam'l. Puffing away at a Camel— Chewing a wad of Beechnut gum With Coco-Cola to cool his “turn. Parched in the sun, in the left field bleachers, Rooting with senators, cops and preachers, Macaroni benders and fender menders, Pretzel twisters and telephone listeners. Rooting for Gehrig or Babe the Bam,” For an “ace of diamonds” is your Uncle Sam. EDWARD LeCLF.RC, '28. BACK FENCES They talk. What do they find to talk about ? Tomorrow’s joys? The grief of yesterday? The bills are high, “My Tommy's getting stout. And William’s hair is growing thin and grey.” “And did you hear about John Peter’s wife?” They say— 1 don’t believe a word of it.” “The Johnsons lead a miserable life—” “The tailor couldn’t get my coat to fit. Outside the sun is in the air. The wind Brushes the young leaves gently, and the grass Is green again. Why are they deaf and blind? Why do they let another summer pass? They talk! The days go swiftly running by Until the time has come for them to die. LESTER EISENSTADT. '28. OUR BASKET BALL TEAM What are we going to do next year When Twister and Tubby have gone Out into the great wide world And left the school forlorn? As captain and as center These two were hard to beat. They could pass and throw a wicked ball. And run players off their feet. And then ther was Barney who saved a game. And Martin who shoots from afar And Louis and Nick and Sylvia called Fat.” They all played without ever a mar. But we mustn't forget the side line, Where the lusty rooters cheered. Elvira and Hattie and Magdalen Shaw Who yelled but never jerred. And when they tied with Warren, And they made the old siren blow. And the welkin rang with the cheer and song Were they happy? I’ll sav so! Let’s go! FRITZI DUNBAR. ’30.

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THE (iREEN AND WHITE 17 A crosseyed cat met a crosseyed rat One pleasant day in June; Said the crosseyed cat to the crosseyed rat; I'll eat you for dinner this noon. Once there were two women Who went out for a walk And all they did As women do Was talk and talk and talk. An old black and an old white cat Side by side on the back fence sat The old hlack cat and the old white cat Spat and sputtered and sputtered and spat. HATT1K MANLF.Y, '28. In 1492 Coluthbus sailed the ocean blue. He had nothing on our Lindy true. Who hopped in his plane. And flew, and flew, to fame. The “Spirit of St. Louis left the U. S. A. With its lone passenger who flew a night and day, Till at last in Paris he did alight, Creating good-will with his wonderful flight. ROBERTA MUNRO, '28. Nobody has ever added up The value of current news, Wc know how much a dollar's worth And how much it is used. We know the distance to the sun. The size and weight of earth. But no one here can tell us. How much our news is worth. A. LA CASSE, ’.TO. MOTHER I have a very charming friend Who’ll always love me to the end No matter what I do or say, She loves me more each passing day. To me she is so very dear, I have no need to fret or fear. She works for me with all her might From early morn till late at night. Mother, mother, my heart calls you. To me you arc so very true, The years will pass on and I’ll find My mother’s love will always shine. HELEN VALANTF The Pan-American Congress Was held in old Havana Where the diet of the people Is a nice big ripe banana. Our delegates went down there To help insure good-will Many came home happy But some are arguing still. I. PEARSON, ’30. TYPEWRITING HONORS High honors were won by the Senior Commercial group as a result of a series of tests given monthly in the typewriting department. Miss Roberta Munro achieved a speed in typewriting which has never been exceeded in this school. She was awarded a jewelled emblem for writing at a speed of 76 words a minute for fifteen minutes. She also received gold, silver. and bronze medals for passing other tests. Nicholas Pirri received gold and silver emblems for writing at a rate of fifty-one and forty-six words a minute for fifteen minutes. He also received silver and bronze Underwood medals for high speed. Charles I.angello received Silver Underwood and L. C. Smith awards and a gold pin from the Royal Typewriter Company for a speed of fifty-one words a minute. Mary Arruda received silver and bronze Underwood emblems and a silver L. C. Smith pin for writing fifty-six words a minute. Estelle Steen and Louis Castriotta received silver pins, and bronze pins were awarded to Agnes Fay. Estelle Steen, Minnie Goglia, Angelina Panzarella and Louis Castriotta by the Underwood Company. In addition to these awards, every member of the class received beautifully engraved certificates from the various companies for proficiency in typewriting. AS WE SEE OTHERS The High School Herald. Westfield High School, Westfield, Mass.—Your magazine is very good, a few cuts, however, would improve it. Your editorials are exceptionally well written. A few more stories would be interesting. Let us hear from you again. The Quarterly. Stamford High School, Stamford. Conn.—Your magazine is exceptionally fine, one of our best exchanges. A few more jokes would he good. Come again. The Red and Black. Newport. Rhode Island. —Such a well organized paper ought to have a few cuts. Your write-ups are without doubt excellent. Don't forget C. M. H. S. in the future. The Arrow, Barrington, Rhode Island.— Your cuts are admirable and so original. We wish to congratulate you on your fine magazine. Remember to exchange with us again. The Reflector. North Kingston High School. North Kingston. Rhode Island.—You have an attractive little school paper. May we suggest a few more jokes. We acknoweldge with thanks the following exchanges; The Onargosy, Onarga Military School, Onarga. 111. The Sagamore, Brookline, Mass. West Warwick High School, West Warwick, Rhode Island.