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

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a dietician. Peggy Connors lias become a nurse at the Rhode Island Hospital. After attending Pembroke for two years Elmina Marino eloped with the football cap tain, and they have made their residence in New York City. Another one on the married list is Ruth Hazledine, who has three daughters and no sons. Her husband? I cannot quite make him out, but you can draw your own conclusions as to that. Muriel Bullock certainly is climbing the ladder of success. She is now singing for the Metropolitan Opera Company. She will visit Providence next week, and my crystal says the cheapest seats in the house are $3.80. so I’ll content myself to hear her on the radio. Who is the owner of that smooth, persuasive voice? Oh, it’s James Conley, all dressed up in tuxedo 1 Whom is he talking to? It isn’t “Whom,” it’s a microphone. Jimmie s evidently a radio announcer. I wonder what 1 c’s trying to sell, now. The scene now changes to an extremely exclusive gown shop, and that brisk, business-like looking person is surely Theresa Marino. She owns the shop and is making money. There’s a fashion show going on and leading the procession of lovely manikins is a tall. slim, graceful person. Have I seen her before? Of course, it’s Audrey Newman. My, Audrey, what an amazing gown ! What’s this, now? It looks like a courtroom. It is. There’s Rhoda Levy, a brilliant criminal lawyer. See how she’s arguing. I’ll bet she wins her point. Again the crystal clouds, aiul next before me I see. but no. it can’t be—that long, white beard —I won’t believe it. It’s no use. I’ve pinched myself, looked again, and he’s still there— Arthur Nunes. Now, I understand the beard and the black robe—he’s Chief Justice of the Supreme Court. Good luck, Arthur. I hop , you live to be a hundred and ten. Now comes a change of scene entirely. I find myself looking upon a scene in a gay Paris Cafe. Every- one is watching the woman toe-dancing. It’ Shirley Rishe. This is too astonishing! Back to America and the Metropolitan Opera House—the opera “Carmen”—the star? Yes, despite the make-up that lovely “Carmen” is Almerinda Corriea. A large gymnasium ap pears now. Why so much energy on the part of the ladies? Oh. I see. they’re trying to reduce. Urging them on is Esther Ferreira—a perfect 36. Uhmmm! — something smells good, it must be coming from that bakery over there—Such hustle and bustle. Lydwina Sousa seems to be in charge, too. This group of people are evidently celebrating someone or something — such toast drinking and whatnot! Hilda Mello is in the thick of it. Above her head on the wall is hung her latest painting. She always wanted to be a grrat artist. Next I sec the waters of what looks like the English Channel and battling the cold waves is Leah Eisenstadt. She must be trying to set a new record. I hope she makes it. Mirrored now before me is a trim little person, wokring businly in a physician’s office. It’s Jeanette Charette. And that man — It’s the President of the United States. Jeanette’s evidently his secretary. Who’s this! A tall, stately woman—It’s Antoinette Gaglio — She's a dietician and owns a whole string of cafeterias. The Chef in this particular one is Tony Nastri. I never knew he could cook. Hope he doesn’t fall into the soup. This next fellow is having a hard time — everyone is rushing him. If it’s Joseph Gallagher, and it is—they are autograph hunters. He is the latest Hollywood heart-throb. The lady by his side is Isabel Cabral. She gets a high salary for she works hard handling Joe’s fan mail. A woman, dark, pretty, now appeared. She’s carrying pencils and a drawing board. It’s A. Campanello. She designs the wardrobes of the most famous movie actresses—no wonder the frown. GREEN mndL WOIOTTE- 22

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CLASS PROPHECY IT was a pleasant evening in June, 1937 that I was strolling through the circus grounds of Barnuni and Bailey. In the crowd I happened to overhear a group of high school student laughing and talking about their graduation, which apparently was soon to take place. They brought hack old memories to me of the days when I was a senior at Colt High School, looking forward to the day when I should say goodbye to my dear old Alma Mater. I wondered what some of my former classmates were doing: it was so long since I’d seen any of them. Just then I heard, in a low mysterious voice. “Sees all. hears all, tells all.” Turning around 1 saw a round coneshaped tent, hanging from the top of which was a small sign reading. “Lady Therese, Fortune Teller.” Having nothing to do at the time. I entered. Tell me,” I said, about each of my old classmates at Colt High School.” I named them one at a time. The first to come to my mind was “Ant” Isaiello. “I need not look far into my crystal to tell you about him.” said the old gypsy. “He is here on these very grounds, the strong man of the circus. His greatest feat is holding two fat women, one in each hand, with a 300 pound bell in his mouth at the same time.” What an advertisement for Wheat ies,” I thought. The scene now changes to the biggest newspaper company in the nation situated in New York City, and founded only ten years ago. The name of the paper? The Hoot”. And it has already run the “New York Times” out of business. Why. who do you think is its founder and present editor? None other than Robert Tourigney! I always said he’d he’d make good. Oh. but the secret of his success, a very efficient editor-in-chief, the former M i s s Janette McCaw, another former classmate of mine. Oh, how thin she looks! Domenic Puniello has become the head reporter of the Hoot”: he also makes radios and develops pictures as an avocation. A copy of this national- ly known paper now appears before me. The headlines: President Defies Supreme Court.” So they're still arguing about that. All the Justices have hit the century mark and the President of the United States, Robert Newbold demands their immediate resignation. A few pages of the paper are now turned. Why, what’s this up here in the corner? “Poems and Bedtime Stories for Children” by Clinton Pendleton. Why, it’s incredible! I always though “Clint” would write classics or something like that. He had such romantic ideas, and a sweet melodious voice. The crystal clouds, and the scene changes to Hollywood, California, where the greatest picture of all times “The Cold Diggers of 1957” is being produced. There’s the chorus and the leading lady. “Marwee de Rocha,” better known to movie lovers as Mae Best,” and the biggest gold digger of them all. The crystal blurs again, and all I can see is confusion. The scene is in Scotland, where William Ross is leading the bonnie clan MacDonald in a revolution. I always thought Ross ?. peaceful sort of fellow. I shudder when I look at those long knives and grizzly beards. Back to the good old U. S. A., Ruth Sanford has become a professor of English at Wellesley College, and Irene (iallo is the director of athletics at the same school. Frances Dolan has accepted a position in the Rhode Island School for the Deaf as History teacher, and she speaks so loudly that she can be heard two blocks away. The scene now changes to a broadcasting station where Ovaltinc’s “Little Orphan Annie program is about to go on the air. Why who do you think is playing the part of Orphan Annie? No less than Antoinette Rucci. What a surprise! But the crystal clouds before I can hear her, and the scene changes to an artist’s apartment in New York where Antonio Car-mone is posing for one of the greatest cartoonists in the country. The cartoonist? None other than Rhoda Hobson; I always thought she’d be GREEN OAndl WD1DUIB- 21

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