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

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GREEN nmdL W1MDTE- “The day has gone by when any community in this land, where popular education is recognized as the foundation and essential condition of public well-being, can afford to be content with any arrangement short of the best, in every matter touching the prosperity and efficiency of its public schools. There arc moral influences, as well as intellectual and material, emanating from a pupil's surroundings, and acting upon himself. If any place ought to be made wholesome, bright, cheerful and inspiring to children, it is surely the school-room.” March—On the 5th of this month, Mr. Donovan spoke to the teachers and students on “Thrift.” A school dance was held in the Auditorium on March 17th. April—This month sped by uneventfully. May—On the 4th and 5th of May the Senior Class had their pictures taken for the “Green and White.” On a very pleasant afternoon in the middle of this month, the Senior Commercial Club went on a hike around Colt’s Drive, stopping on the way to roast hot dogs and toast marshmallows. The end of this month found us looking forward with great anticipation to graduation. Now, my dear diary, I must here come to a close, as time is swiftly passing by and the day of graduation is fast approaching. That day for which we longed, and now that it is here, we are sorry because it means leaving those whom we like and with whom we have associated for three years at Colt. Goodbye, dear diary of my high school days, here I close, most reverently, my records, praying that the future may be kind to each and every member of the Senior Class of 1939. LORETTA BYRNES, ’39 © © © A SONNET OF COURAGE In impregnable hearts of steel there strangely dwells A, bold defiance to the threats of life, And in the midst of trials, prison cells Defies and nobly conquers in the strife, The mighty sea, the mountains, endless earth, 'Gainst strength of courage fear to have contended As tyrant Herod feared the Christ at birth, They dare not shake the purpose first intended. Would God might fill my meek and humble heart Full overflowing with the strength of might Of courage, may its spirit never part That I my trials may bear, in doleful plight, And with attainment of success still bold Straight at this envious world my eyes I’ll hold. FRANK CORREIA, ’39 17 DREAMS As I sit looking out to sea, I wish and wish that I could be A sailor on some far-off trip, Aboard a white and gleaming ship. And if I find my dreams come true, Aboard a ship out on the blue: I’ll sail her to some far-off shore And visit every shop and store. I’ll buy some souvenirs and charms I’ll lie in the shade beneath the palms. And when I’ve had my feel of ease I’ll set sail in the morning breeze. And if when on some foreign strand, I find myself surrounded by a cut-throat band I'll wish and wish that I could roam Around the yard of my peaceful home. JOHN STONE, ’39

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GJRJ Ir N (O aidL W D i D TT E CLASS WILL Wo, the members of the Class of 1939 of Colt Memorial High School. Bristol, Rhode Island, being of sound minds do make public and declare this our Last Will and Testament. in the following manner, and we direct our executor hereinafter named to carry out the following bequests: To Mr. Fitzgerald: A television set so that he may see what is going on in both Colt and Andrews at the same time. To Mr. Burke: Five dollars toward the purchase of a book for next year’s Math pupils, entitled. “How To Do Solid Geometry In Ten Easy Lessons—And Without Homework.” To Mr. Walker: Twenty dollars toward the purchase of a new trailer or possibly a truck, so that he will not have to use his automobile for everything from a cabbage truck to an ambulance. To Mr. Carlson: A life insurance policy against the outbreaks of 12B Chemistry division. To Mr. Sullivan : A package of cotton so that he may protect his ear drums from a bombardment of lunch bags when he enters the cafeteria. To Mr. Murgo: Enough money for him to hire a boy to carry his belongings when he migrates from room to room. To Mr. Canario: A book entitled, “How To Be Patient At Junior Class Meetings.” He’ll need it. To Mr. Sylvia : A map showing how he may get around both schools without getting lost. To Mr. Hazen : A megaphone so that he may be heard cheering at Colt’s baseball games. To Mr. Huston : An insurance policy against “bombs” which he finds attached to his car. To Miss Callan : A filing cabinet so that she may keep in order all the papers that clutter her desk. To Miss Sisson: A 50x40 scrap book, so that she won’t have to paste her clippings on current events on the blackboard. To Miss Bradford: A book entitled “How To Be Patient With The Senior Commercial Girls.” To Miss Marino: Our best wishes for encouraging a certain senior to do his Italian daily. To Miss Bullock: A set of Shakespeare written in shorthand and by this bequest she will see how it can be translated easily at the rate of 120 words a minute—as does a certain senior when translating an ordinary home assignment. To Miss McGovern: A book entitled Take Your Time When Typing.” To Mrs. Bezanson : A cooking class of boys, just like the one that she had the “pleasure” of teaching this year. s To Miss Dailey: A first-aid kit to protect the girls against cuts and the breaking of fingers. To Mrs. Donovan : A forty-cigbt hour day so that she may do all that she wants at one time. To Mr. Cornell: A year’s subscription to the Providence Journal. To Mr. Farr : Two new brooms and a new lawn mower to help him in his work. And we, the outgoing seniors, for the rest of the school, leave an underground tunnel from Colt to Andrews to protect you from the storms. I, LOR PITTA MORIN, leave to RUTH ALGER my talkative manner. I’m sure you can use it to good advantage, “Snooky.” 1, ROSE BOTELHO, leave my love and timid soul to ROSE CHIRICO. Try to do something with it so it won’t wear out. I, ALICE CASTRO, leave my roller skates to NAT CANDELMO. He can use them to keep up with the times, I’m sure. I, FLORA FUSCO, leave my favorite song, “Don’t Worry About Me” to MARY GRIMO Don’t abuse it, Mary! I, PALMEIDA PINHERO, leave my arduous duties as Editor-In-Chief of the Green and 19