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

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THE HOUSE ACROSS F ROM MY HOUSE The house across from my house Looks lonely and forlorn, Its leafy oaks drop low their boughs Against the bright green lawn. The grass has long been growing Without a human’s care, I wonder if the owner sees The beauty I find there. 1 see within that rusty gate A cultivated land, A garden filled with roses. Caressed by someone’s hand. Perhaps some little children May frolic round the place, A passer-by feels light and gay To see a happy face. I can’t help thinking long ago There must have been a time. When love and laughter dwelled within And joy was made to rhyme. So. if one wish were granted me, I’d ask for something sane. That the house across from my house Return to life again. MURIEL FJSKE, ’40 HENRY CLAY In history one fatal day She asked me “Who was Henry Clay?” With zest I said “Since long lie’s dead And possibly returned to clay. HOPE ANGELL, ’38 Little Tony met a pony Walking down the street Said little Tony to the pony “Let me sec your feet.” Said the pony to little Tony Show me first some hay’’ Said little Tony to the pony Too bad, go on your way.” CHRISTINE YOUNG, ’38 Sprinkle, sprinkle, drops of rain Splashing on my window pane From up above the world so high You fall to earth to fade and die. When the soil with rain is wet You’ll soon see flowers you can bet Every drop that falls today Hastens a blossom on its way. GERTRUDE BYRNES, ’38 GREEN amdL WOiOTtE- 11

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JUNIOR GROUP—NUMBER TWO

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JUNIOR GROUP—NUMBER THREE