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

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24 THE GREEN AND WHITE THREE JEERS FOR CICERO Eleven-fifty and the lunch period for another day is over. But that's not the half of it. Latin, the study of my dream (a nightmare) is with us. We all run to our home rooms as eagerly as children who are about to be given castor oil. “Cicero’s Orations Against Cata-line” (our favorite novel) is placed under our left arm; our right arm being used to give our acquaintances a gentle punch for every punch they give us. Of course, if they kick us we usually use our feet to return their greeting. After we have been enjoying ourselves in the corridor for about two minutes and we know we are a minute late, we make a wild dash for Room 5. John Dunbar is on hand to close the door for us. “Get in here and close that door, says the Prof, very gently. OH, so gently. “But. Mr. Dowd, I couldn’t find my Latin books.” “Tough! Sit down!” And then, about five minutes later, everyone is ready to solve Cicero. “Begin on page 60, line 8, Ruggiero,” yells the Prof. “You mean me, Mr. Dowd,” asks Ruggiero timidly ? “Yes, you!” “What page did you say we were to begin on ? ” “What’s the matter, are you deaf?” “No, only I can’t hear you.” “Well, keep your eyes open. Campanello, you recite.” Campanello, coming out of a daze: “Did you say something, Mr. Dowd?” “Can you translate this part? “Certainly, of course I can,” says Campanello to the surprise of the rest of the class. “Where are we, anyway?” And so on until twelve-thirty by the office clock. And then the sound of a little instrument, called a bell, is heard. Everyone is in the door marathon. and finally as the last few hoofs of the thundering herd is heard down the corridor, the Prof, yells: “Take the nevt twenty-five lines for tomorrow!” M. L. BASSING, ’30. LIFE IN EDEN Scene—A country road near Eden. A tip-cart drawn bv a dinasaur. Time—1.000,000 B. C. Characters—Cain and Abel, and Candy Lamb, the dinasaur. Characters are dressed in the fashion of the day. CAIN (in fright)—O Ye Gods, Abel, how shall I calm my Candy Lamb? Abel (sarcastically)—I dare not think how, quite the contrary, I am able to see how you won't. (Speaking to the dinasaur)—Dearest Candy Lamb, does it behoove you to be so playful. You would romp with my pet bron-tosarus. CAIN (warningly)—Beware, my honorable friend, you might aggravate my beast. ABEL (gripping Cain)—I fear the beast’s temperament. I see the glitter of fury in its eyes. Great Jehovah, spare our poor degraded souls. CAIN (thoughtfully)—I fear I must give my beast a sugar plum to calm its anger. Whoa, Candy Lamb! Whoa, I say Whoa, drat you old beast, anyhow. There he has stopped at last. ABEL (musingly)—Say, Cain, I read in the Daily Fig Leaf” that Papa and Mama had a squabble. Let’s go over and reunite them. CAIN—Yea verily, let's’ do as you say. ABEL (continuing)—The paper also demanded the reason why Adam and Eve ever raised Cain. CAIN (angrily)—An insult. I shall kill that editor. ABEL—Tt also stated that you were out with the Mayor’s daughter, Augusta Crookshank, not only raising cain, but even spending the evening at the “Eden Lights.” CAIN—You're crazy. I don’t go to cheap night clubs. I went to the “Apple Inn.” Who is that editor anyway? ABEL—Felis Canias, the Wall Street viper. He makes it his daily habit to insult Society-leaders such as you and I. Why only the other day he called me a Night Owl, accusing me of spending my evenings tooting at Anna Bear's door. What is that crowd over there yelling about ? CAIN (distainfully)—Only an old base ball same. What is that crowd over there y'elling big shots Pa and Ma are getting to be in this here burg? ABEL (uninterestedly)—Yeah. CAIN—Well, guess what was decided at the Town Meeting last night? ABEL—They elected Pop sewer commissioner. CAIN—No. ABEL—Dog officer, then. CAIN—You’re way off. ABEL—I’ll give up then. CAIN—They named the two town teams the Adam's Apples and the Eve’s Elderberries. ABEL (excitedly)—What! Well I'll be— CAIN—I knew I'd surprise you. The news gave me quite a turn when I first heard of it. ABEL—That is the funniest thing I’ve heard in a long time. (He looked up at the sky)— Hey Cain, it’s going to rain; we had better hurry home. CAIN—Get up. Candy Lamb, get up! O ye gods, Abel, how shall I get my Candy Lamb to start ? (Candy Lamb starts and our heroes vanish up the road in a cloud of dust.) ANDREW IVERSON. 7.9. HAROLD DeWOLF ,’29. THE FILAMENT OF DREAMS A bit of pure azure from the sk.v above. The soft white “down” of a cooing dove, The silver lining of clouds on high, The delicate orchid of morning sky, The tender yellow of daffodils. The purplish splendor of far off hills, Golden ra.vs of the setting sun, Beautiful tints, rivaled by none— This is the filament of dreams. K. KELLEY, ’29.

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CAST OF “JERRY OF JERICHO ROAD” Left to right, standing: C. Withered, M. Vargas, M. Motta, R. Makowsky. H. Mason, J. Marsden. Sitting: J. Gilroy, E. Clark, E. Lemaire, S. Newman, A. McHugh.

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The east of “OH, HECTOR,” written and produced by the Hasty Gelatine Club.