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

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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.

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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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BASKET BALL TEAM Seated, left to right—Martin Biancuzzo. David Levitin, Ralph T. Church (Capt.), Louis Castriotta. H. B. Burnham, Jr. Mgr. Standing, left to right—Louis Sylvia, A. Richmond Gorham, Richard Mott, Frank A. Rhuland (coach).