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

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20 THE GREEN AND WHITE TANTALUS A lonely gull sits on a bouy, Nor looks to left or right; His gaze is fixed on things below The waves, out of our sight. From early dawn, ’til late at night He neither drinks nor eats; But like some silent sentinel. He sits and dares not sleep. The scarcely rippling pewter sea Reflects the leaden sky: A ship comes in, a ship goes out; He dares not wink an eye. But like a graven image, Solemn, still and grave, He keeps his penetrating eyes Fixed on each lapping wave. Just as the Phrygian King of yore With an anguished, aching throat— While temptingly beyond his reach The baited eel traps float. FREDERICKA DUNBAR. '30. THE HARBOR MASTER Quite near my house, Just ’cross the street, A stately elm tree stands; A thing of beauty and allure; Its graceful branches reaching out In mute appeal to other lands. For many years The birds have found Remote from fear and harm A resting place, a rendezvous Where travel stories oft are told Within its sheltering arms. Alone it stands No neighboring trees To share the wind and sleet Quite like some silent sentinel Who sees and knows its duty, too, It gazes out upon the deep. The cup defenders anchored by, And craft of various type. Look toward the shore where on its bank. Witching their buoys and ropes and lights. Stands my elm, so grim and tall: A harbor master of first rank. FREDERICKA DUNBAR, ’30. Campanello—“Dr. Edwards was certainly a thoroughly educated man.” Witherell—“Yes; that man had more degrees than a centigrade thermometer.” Marsden—“Aw—all girls aren’t supposed to be smart.” A. Perry—“Then I was meant for a girl 1 AS WE SEE OTHERS By Exchange Editor Helen McGuigan The Killonian : Your school activities and class news are very interesting and appealing. Why don’t you establish an exchange column? “Red and Black, Rogers High School, Newport, R. I. We congratulate you for your excellent paper and unusual departments, Pat the Senior” and Ye Oracle,” which are exceedingly clever. Your Football number was fine; it shows the interest which the pupils of Rogers High have in football. Let us hear from you again. “Blue and White,” Hope High School, Providence, R. I.: We were overjoyed with your book. Your literary department deserves praise. But where is your table of contents? Your cuts are excellent. We envy your fine collection of poems. “The Innocent By-Stand-er” is unique. Good luck for another successful paper. “The Wampatuck, Braintree High School, Braintree, Mass. You have the best cuts we have seen thus far. All your departments are fully covered. Your literary section is superb. We also took note of your collection of poetry. “Weather Vane.:” You have many odd departments. The Foreign Language department is noteworthy, and your literary articles are well chosen. We (the accounts of Shvlock by your under class men) were interested in the essays “To Prove Shvlock is a Villain” and “In Defence of Shylock.” That was only one item which drew our attention in your witty magazine. “The Quarterly,” Stamford High School, Stamford, Connecticut: Your editorials caught our eye, such a good beginning. We enjoyed “Joyce Kilmer Up to Date,” Where is your Joke Department? Don’t you believe in humor? Your literary department coilld be increased. H. M. “Green and White,” Colt Memorial High School, Bristol, R. I. Mahoney—“Buy your shoes at Makowsky’s —his shoes squeak for themselves.” Bassing, writing a theme—“How do you spell unconscious?” Witherell—“Oh, just draw your own picture there 1” Bassing (entering school)—“Good morning! Mr. Vera.” Vera—“Yea----It was 'till you got here!” Mr. Dowd (in Latin III.)—“The man lived three years.” H. McGuigan—“Aw—he wouldn’t be a man then.”

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THE GREEN AND WHITE 19 BLISS? I. I walked to school, one morning clear, Feeling so happy and gay. Upon reaching my desk, so dear. My feelings began to sway. II. For there, under cover residing, Lay my French—placid, undone. Icy stares from its place of hiding Confronted me, one by one. III. Grabbing my pen with a jerk. And seeking my lost notebook, I soon started to really work— Giving the clock a hard look. IV. Later returning from class, Having met with my doom, I was a sorrowful lass, Deeply surrounded by gloom. SHIRLEY NEWMAN, 31. C. M. H. S. Colt Memorial High is the Senior High School of Bristol, Rhode Island. It is an exceedingly beautiful marble building standing at the corner of Bradford and Hope street. The general appearance of this building is very imposing; constructed of Georgian marble, with four massive pillars in front, and a perfect marble balustrade. At this time of the year—Spring—one cannot but notice its beauty, as it stands, surrounded by a spacious lawn, a memorial to the mother of one of the most loyal citizens Bristol has ever known— Colonel S. P. Colt. Let us take a peep within this hall of learning. As we enter the large corridor, we are greatly impressed by the general appearance which is not at all like a school. Directly opposite the main entrance is the auditorium, a perfect hall, large enough to accommodate three or four hundred people. Directly over the stage is a marvelous window of perfect coloring, depicting a scene along the Mediterranean Sea. which ought to be an inspiration to the pupils. Because of its soft coloring, this hall is entirely lacking in that “coldness,” which exists in most school auditoriums. On this same floor are two classrooms—the office and teachers’ rest room. The Seniors, with Miss Callan, as home room teacher, occupy one of the rooms; and the Juniors, under Miss Sisson occupy the other. On the second floor, we find the Sophomores occupying two rooms; Room IV.. Mrs. Magee, home room teacher, and Room III., Miss Bradford, in charge. In Room V., we find the mighty 13”—or, in plain English, the overflow of Junior boys. Room VI. is just a recitation room. Here, on the second floor, we find the small but much used library. Each period it is filled with people, some to study—others to read. The drawing room, laboratories and typewriting rooms are to be found on the third floor. So much for the building. Now, for the pupils, who are the “best” in the country. Although small in number, the student body, numbering around one hundred and fifty, is most loyal. A very wonderful school spirit exists here, in the C. M. H. S., which is most noticeable when a musical comedy is to be staged, or games to be formed, particularly a game with Warren. Then the study body turns out a hundred per cent, strong. Football, basketball, baseball and track keep the boys busy, while the girls are most active at basketball, although seriously handicapped because of lack of “gym’’ facilities. Taken as a whole, we find the pupils of the Colt Memorial High School “love” to go to school. MARION DAVENPORT, ’32. TEAM WORK It was a very hot sunny afternoon in July. One of those days when most people just love to “mope” around and dream. Dreaming, day dreaming was my favorite pastime that afternoon, as I sat on the verandah of a hotel. Just gazing off into space, that’s all. Suddenly I rubbed my eyes! What was that 1 Before me on a gate post was a whole army of ants, working industriously. How queer they were! They fascinated me. Half way down the post was a large hole from which the ants would poke out their heads, drop something which would be caught in the mouth of other ants below on the post or ground who would carry off this treasure to store up in some unseen place. Every once in a while the ants dropping the crumbs would take a walk around the post, and then start working again. This continued until quite late, then they all disappeared and we saw no more of them. How they co-operated! It was a wonderful lesson in team work. It brought back to my mind, in a very emphatic manner that old proverb, “Go to the ants, thou sluggard, consider her ways and be wise. AUDREY MUNRO, 1932. Vera— Ladies and Gentlemen, I have here my greatest masterpiece, a landscape scene.” Voice (from audience)—“Why, that’s only a piece of blank paper! Vera—“Sure, that’s a street scene in Scotland on tag day!” Securo (to photographer)—“Shall we take this map off the wall before you take our pictures?” Photographer—“Sure! Why have an extra map in the picture?” Bennett (to Bassing entering school with palm beach suit on)—“Hey, take it off! This ain’t Hallowe’en!” Bassing—“I know it ‘ain’t’ it’s my broth-

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THE GREEN AND WHITE 21 COLT AND FOOTBALL A couple of days after the opening of school in September, Colt football men began practice for what we of Colt think was a quite successful season. Our new coach was Mr. Fitzgerald of the faculty, and under his guidance the Colt team played hard, clean and deceptive football. The candidates for the squad were many and all through the season there were twenty men ready for action. After a couple of weeks of practice, the lettermen of the previous year elected Louis Sylvia to captain the team. Frederick Vera was elected manager of the team and we may add that this work was very efficient. The first game on the schedule was with La Salle and the fellows entered the game with spirits running high. La Salle, much the heavier of the team, could gain nothing through our line, but touchdowns were scored against us via air. La Salle, a Class A team, won 27-7. Colt entertained North Kingstown the following week and the Fates were against Colt again and we lost 13-7. Colt’s luck was so bad that the next week, after completely outplaying South Kingstown High during the whole game, one of our passes was intercepted in the final minute of play and we were defeated 7-0. Well! Enough is enough! The following week we were out to—well—to win a game. St. Raphael, who had defeated South Kingstown and who was one of the leaders in interscholastic football as our foe. In what was said to have been Colt’s best game, St. Raphael was subdued to the tune of 7-0. On the following Friday a- scoreless tie was played with East Greenwich Academy. As the major attraction on Armistice Day, Colt journeyed to Warren to stack itself against the Warren High eleven. Colt completely outplayed its opponents and romped to an easy 9-0 win. Warren, it may be interesting to note, made no first downs. The squad journeyed to De La Salle in Newport for the finals of Colt’s 1929 football season. The team was defeated, 13-0. During the past season much was learned of the fine points of the game and the fellows gained a great deal by the way of experience. Above all the sportsmanship and morale of the Colt team was on the upward surge and we prophesy that in 1930 the team, captained by Martin Biancuzza will win the championship. The following were the letter men : Anthony Ruggiero, Michael Securo, Louis Sylvia (capt.), William West, Manuel Motta. Albert Le Clerc, Raymond Makowsky, Martin Biancuzzo (capt.elect), Milton Bassing, Carl Witherell, Anthony Perry, Robert Munro, Paul Campanello, William McCaughey, Anthony Bonanno and Frederick Vera (manager). Gold footballs were presented by the School Committee to twelve regulars and the manager of the team. Scores: Colt.....„..-.................7 La Salle ...27 Colt ........... 7 North Kingstown ....13 Colt...............0 South Kingstown .... 7 Colt..............7 St. Raphael . 0 Colt............ 0 East Greenwich ...... 0 Colt...............9 Warren .............. 0 Colt......-... 0 De La Salle ........—13 BASEBALL In five of its first six games, a veteran Colt baseball team gave up the decision to the opponents. Only one of these games was a Class B game, however. Colt opened the season against Pawtucket High, and although out-hitting their opponents, lost the decision, 7-6. In a return engagement, the Colt boys turned the tables on the Interscholastic League champs and won, 6-. Colt again journeyed to Pawtucket and was defeated by St. Raphael Academy, 11-8. Colt then lost its next three games. The scores were: South Kingstown 5-2, La Salle 15-8, and St. Raphael 9-6. Notwithstanding these defeats Colt has an eager eye upon the Class B championship, and if the fellows come through with a punch, it is theirs.