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

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conic, out of the door. HELEN AGUAR and ROBERT ANDERSON, “Ant’s” assistants, probably. The famed beautician is speaking. ”1 do not like ze printing of inv name on ze sign. C’est terrible! Somebody do somesing! His two assistants look frightened. It’s the same old Anthony, a fuss over nothing, but before something happens to the assistants, I pass my hands over the crystal and dear me, an opera house comes into view. On the stage, singing in a high soprano voice is PEGGY MATHEWSON in the role of Salome,” Peggy, who was scared stiff that Mrs. Donovan would make her sing in “Rose of the Danube.” The crystal clouds again and this time I see a broadcasting station. A program is just going on the air. It’s Bobby Benson and who do you think takes the part of the brave Bobby? No less than CARMINE C. CIRILLO. Am I amazed? But before I have the pleasure of listening to Carmine, the crystal clouds and the scene changes to a fashion salon. Oh. yes. I’ve heard it, “Mine. Lenore’s.” And there’s LEONORA de ROCHA herself in a stunning gown with pins in her mouth, trying a gorgeous green creation on the famous actress RACHELLE GUTHRIESKA, who. they say, was a Russian immigrant, but attained fame and fortune in Hollywood. Russian? No, sir, the Scotch Lassie of Colt. ’35. The scene changes, this time to a church. It’s Sunday, the congregation has assembled— and there is the minister who is none other than LLOYD SMITH. Well, here is some one whose wish was granted. Lloyd always wanted to be a minister. The scene changes and there I see BARBARA HUESTIS in a laboratory. She is puttering around a beaker that contains a black liquid which is boiling furiously. She contemplates it and suddenly drops something into the beaker. Boom! An explosion and thick black smoke. As the smoke clears Barbara. with blackened face, is explaining that she put one prune too many in the solution! Imagine. a poor harmless prune did all that! The scene changes to a large bank. Behind a door marked “President” sits ALFRED LARUE who is very pompous, if you can picture Freddy being pompous. He is giving orders to his private secretary, HOPE MOWRY. In Walter Winchell’s last column he said that a romance between the two was in progress. It’s been done, you know—wealthy boss marrying beautiful, timid secretary. Rut enough of that. In my crystal I sec now a night club. Couples are dancing to the scintillating music of a smooth orchestra. The style of music is reminiscent of Guy Lombardo’s, which was quite famous in my high school days. The leader raises a cornet to his lips and I recognize the tune as Looky, looky, lookv, here comes Cooky.” Evidently he is reviving old songs. His face is familiar—of course— JOSEPH SECURO! No wonder his band sounded like Lombardo’s. I remember when Joe was berserk about Guyi Now. the scene changes to an artist’s studio. Sitting on a raised p’atform behind an artist’s easel is MARY LA RICE. She has become a famous model and is very ntfucli in demand. You can see her face on almost any popular magazine that you pick up nowadays. An artist in a paint-daubed smock and red beret is putting the finishing touches on the portrait. He’s quite famous, too, as the creator of the comic strip Silly Tillie.” Of course you know who I mean—JOSEPH SIMOES. There’s a lad who has gone far. He was a swell artist at Colt. The crystal clouds again. This time when it clears. I see fashionable Palm Springs”. This is where the screen stars come and it said that the stars approve of the lifeguards before they’re hired. Here’s one coming over now. GREEN OAndL WDIOTTE- 27

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V new and rich lands of education and knowledge. During this voyage the sea became a bit rougher and the going a little harder; but this we expected. On this second trip, two members of our crew were chosen to serve on the Student Council. It was also (hiring this second year that we became more and more accustomed to the rough going- so that when the ship headed for its summer port, we were more than ready for our vacation, which would be followed by the hardest journey of all—the junior year. After that summer vacation, we returned determined—determined to succeed and to make this cruise the most successful of all. Again we elected new officers, also selected the members to represent us on the Student Council. But the two most important events of our junior year were the reception for the football team tendered by our own class, and the Junior Prom; the latter being held on the main deck of our cruiser, “The ’35,” in honor of our upper classmen. That “prom” was said to be one of the most successful ever conducted on this ship. Days had passed into weeks and weeks into months, and again the time for our summer vacation had arrived. The summer months passed much too quickly and September found us again aboard our ship and headed on our fourth cruise—which would be the last and most enjoyable one of all. Before this trip was actually undertaken several plans were made. Once more we elected our class officers, and Student Council members. Then we, sophisticated seniors, set sail upon our last cruise. On this trip were passed the happiest and most exciting moments of our high school life. Two of these may well be represented in the senior play, “Pollyanna ” and in the operetta, “Rose of the Danube”. But now the boat was speedily approaching its destination. Plans were made for graduation. Class Day. and last of all. our Senoir Reception—the last time that the crew of the good ship “The 35” will ever meet again as a single body. Now the smooth sailing is over—we must leave our ship- which will be manned by a different crew and start out on the cruise of life; this time without officers and crew; only our own confidence and courage to steer us on ; bat no matter whether the sea be rough or calm, we all hope our ship will continue to be sailed on its true course— the one to success and happiness! HOWARD BFXXKTT, Sec. 35. CLASS PROPHECY It is the year 1950 Behold in me a mystic fortune-teller, crystal-gazer. I have ascended the ladder of fame and fortune but evidently the top rung was cracked; for, as I attempted to establish myself at the top, the rung broke and I descended most ungracefully. But such is lite. I am obliged to move from my home where I have a room with all the tools of my profession, there, the bizarre bed, black and silver drapes which darken the room and lend it the “mystery” touch; the crystal ball in the center of a small silver table that has disclosed so many things. I go over and touch it and unwittingly remembrances of the old days flash through my brain. Let’s sec—I graduated from Colt in—uh. 1935! Such a long time ago and it’s so long since I’ve seen my classmates. What fun it would be to look them up to see if their ambitions and dreams were fulfilled. If only I could—but—ah. yes—the crystal ball! What an easy way to see every one of the class of ’35. Instantly, 1 sit down at the table and pass my hands over the crystal ball. It clouds, then clears and then I see a sign which reads “M. Antoine.” A man comes out of the door—why, it’s ANTHONY BRUNO-who is talking with a French accent’. He is gesticulating wildly and suddenly two people GREEN turuQ WD1 DTE- 26

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He has a marvelous tan and all the beauties gaze worshippingly at him. Who is the object of their fascination? Why. ANGELO RUSSO, of course. He “life-guards” in his spare time but his regular job is playing the violin at concerts. The scene changes to a newspaper editor’s office or rather should I say “editress.” For this newspaper is edited by a very famous woman, MARY WALSH. She is very busy talking into a phone and suddenly she says: “Hold the presses! An important piece of news is on the way.” ‘‘UZELLE de ROCHA has just broken a new world’s record for upside down tailspins. She told reporters she was very much surprised and hadn’t expected to break any record hut she had fallen asleep in the cockpit of the plane and had let the Law of Gravity take its course. Luckily she woke up in time to right the plane and landed safely.” Another change and here a very famous trio is rehearsing for the evening program They call themselves the ‘‘Three Co-eds.” Evidently an amateur program that we had at Colt gave them ideas because now they are a sensation. The trio c om prises LUCY PAG NANO, LOUIS PAIVA and LOV1XA GUEVRE-MONT. Their theme song is “Clouds” and you ought to hear them! The scene changes and this time I see a moving picture studio. Hurrah! I’ve always wanted to see how pictures are made. A good-looking film star is emoting in front of the camera His name is DUDLEY HOLDEN and the girl is NANCY CORTELLESSA. They are reviving an old picture that Bing Crosby once appeared in and Dudley is singing “June in January” in his best baritone style. His singing has become a rage and he is as popular as Shirley Tern-used to be. Dudley has babies, hats, and ice cream named after him; lollypops, too, so his name is on everybody’s tongue. Nancy has become a Mary Pick ford type and has even bleached her hair. Her name is not on every- body’s tongue; it’s on everybody’s lips. Haven’t you heard of the Nancy Cortellessa Super-Indelible Lipstick? Now I see a shop. In fact it’s a plumbing shop. EMILY BORGES reigns behind the counter and Joe is always there, too. This romance started when Emily was at Colt, and Emily follows in her husband’s footprints, I mean footsteps. Right across the street is a bakershop famous for “Muffy Muffins.” These delectable appetizers were invented by JOSEPH CAVALLA-RO who owns the shop. This isn’t the only thing Joe has invented. He is famous for his “Dunkv Dunks.” These are doughnuts with a patented device to prevent them from slipping into the coffee when being “dunked.” It is said that Joe made a fortune from his “Dunkv Dunks” but that he owes a1! the credit to Eddie Cantor who first gave him the idea in a primitive sort of way. Next, my crystal discloses the executive office of the White House in Washington. I can guess whom T shall see next. Rumor has it that ESTHER HAZEN is really the ruler of the U. S. A., and her husband is just a figure head although he is the president. Esther confided to me once that her ambition was to be a secretary or “something” to politicians in Washington. Her husband is Percival Montmerency but it is a certainty that a man like Percy (I mear. the President), could never make a law making it illegal for two women in the U. S. to have identical hats. How could a man know about such things? So, it must have been Esther’s doings- knowing how heartbreaking it is for a girl who owns a new hat and thinks it a sample. to see another like it on. perhaps, her wors: enemy. Unaccustomed though I am to making speeches, may I say that Esther has been the redemption of womenkind and we all thank he for saving us from the evils of duplicate hats. My crystal presents another scene. This GREEN dundl WD1 □¥[E- Q r ' 28