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

Text from Pages 1 - 36 of the 1921 volume:

THE GREEN AND WHITE ADVERTISEMENTS COMPLIMENTS OF— Col. Samuel P. Coll COMPLIMENTS OF- FRED E. SUZMAN SWAN-RUSSELL HATS WALKOVER SHOES ------------------- i COMPLIMENTS OF- REED HOUSE FURNISHING CO. COMPLIMENTS OF- DIXON LUBRICATING SADDLE CO. COMPLIMENTS OF- SODINI GUI ST I BAKERS 51 State Street dTFir (£mn mb White WAS LINOTYPED AND PRINTED IN THE JOB DEPARTMENT OF THE BRISTOL PHOENIX. GREEN AND WHITE EDITORIAL STAFF Rack Row. Left to Right—Raymond Card, Kathleen Hodgdon, Virginia August, Norma Mathewson, Mary Morris, Louise Murphy, Stetson Clowes. Front Row, Left to Right—Mary Connors, Walter Wennerstrand, Miss Annie D. Sisson, Israel Makowsky, Miss Sara C. n Callan, Joseph Walsh. Anna Brelsford. J ie reen and H fde VOL. IV. JUNE, 1921 No. 1. ISSUED BY THE STUDENTS OF THE COI.T MEMORIAL HIGH SCHOOL, BRISTOL. R. I. EDITORIAL STAFF Editor-in-Chief, ISRAEL MAKOWSKY, ’21 Assistant Editor JOSEPH WALSH, ’22 Athletic Editor RAYMOND CARD, ’21 Literary Editors KATHLEEN HODGDON, ’21 LOUISE MURPHY. ’22 NORMA MATHEWSON, ’22 Business Manager ANNA BRELSFORD, ’21 Exchange Editor VIRGINIA AUGUST. ’21 Assistant Business Manager MARY MORRIS, ’22 Joke Editor WALTER WENNERSTRAND. ’22 Circulation Manager MARY CONNORS. ’21 Alumni Editor ANNIE D. SISSON, T4 Assistant Circulation Manager STETSON CLOWES, ’22 Faculty Advisor SARA C. CALLAN TABLE OF CONTENTS EDITORIAL .......................... 4 LITERARY ............................. 4 Why Not Teach ........................ 4 Peace ................................ 5 The Hunted .......................... 6 Who’s Who in High School.............. 6 The Cherub ......................... 7 The Monsters ....................... 7 Just a Few Facts .................... 8 My First Experience ................ 8 The Goad ........................... 8 Lightning or Ghosts .................. 9 Sir Roger DeCoverley Goes to Game____ 11 Bristol in the Early Days............ 11 Bristol as it is Today .............. 12 Grandfather’s Fireside Pictures...... 13 Overslept ........................... 14 Lanky’s Disappointment .............. 15 At the Back Fence................ 16 The Prince and the Pauper........ 16 SCHOOL NOTES..................... 17 To the Seniors .................. 18 ATHLETICS ....................... 18 EXCHANGES ....................... 20 Exchange Department ............. 20 As Others See Us ................ 20 As We See Others ................ 20 JOKES ........................... 20 Commandments of C. M. H. S........21 Where? What? When? Why?.......... 21 Some Familiar Quotations ........ 21 Did You Ever Notice ............. 21 The C. M. H. S. Honor Roll ...... 21 Thoughtful Questions (?) ........ 21 ALUMNI ....................... 23-27 4 THE GREEN AND WHITE EDITORIALS f DON’T KNOCK The staff of the Green and White now offers you the 1921 edition of your school paper. Its success or failure is still precarious. The staff has done its part and now you must do yours. Don’t knock the school paper. There are some of you who mock the labors of others. Such a feeling is not only a menace to the school activities but to school spirit. Whether you know that the school paper is a success or a failure, always boost it to the best of your ability. If it is a success, make it a bigger one; if it is a failure, it depends upon you to make it a success. ‘‘If this paper pleases you, tell others; if not, tell us.” THE COLT MEMORIAL HIGH SCHOOL The pupils of the C. M. H. S. and, I might say, even a very great per cent, of the citizens of Bristol do not appreciate the beauty, splendor, and value of the Colt Memorial High School. I believe it is the duty of every pupil and of every citizen of the town of Bristol to watch out for the welfare of this school. If we would do so, the large expenditures which are necessary to keep such an elaborate building in condition would be decreased. Many small children use the grounds and balustrade of the High School as a playground. Their sport often causes the beauty of the building to depreciate and the balustrade is injured. The small amounts paid to repair such injuries often total to a sum of money which is “not to be laughed at.” If we would all co-operate to stop any such actions, it would mean a saving of a great deal of trouble and expense. SCHOOL SPIRIT The success of the student body of any school depends wholly upon the school spirit of the pupils of that school. The pupils of the C. M. H. S. have shown a great deal of school spirit in athletics and they are worthy of much praise for both their financial and their moral support. The pupils did not respond to the calls for material for the “Green and White,” as well as they should have done. It is too late to contribute to the school paper this year, and so it is up to you to make good for your mistake by contributing to it financially. If you wish to have a successful school paper, you must work for it, for it now depends upon you. School spirit is also necessary in your every day school life and in everything that is connected with the school. Without it, everything would fail; with it, it would seem as if the “Augustan Age” had returned to us. If you will make school spirit your most predominant quality, your school life will be a success. LITERARY WHY NOT TEACH? Teaching as an occupation has many advantages. The educational qualifications and special training involved in preparation for the work are directly beneficial to the teacher herself. What is required as a means in teaching is eagerly sought by most people as an end, whatever their prospective occupation. In no other line of activity are there such fine opportunities for self-improvement both before and after the professional period has begun. Teach- ing enables one more fully to realize the joys of a more abundant life. Since a high average of intelligence in its citizenry is a necessity of its well being and preservation, the State in its own interest contributes generously to the preparation of teachers for their work. A graduate in good standing of our high school can enter the Rhode Island College of Education. Here tuition is free, books and supplies are provided wholly and transportation nearly without cost. Consequently, one secures THE GREEN AND WHITE 5 both a good education and vocational training at but slight expense. Moreover, it is a satisfaction to the teacher to be conscious of the fact that her work is a benefit to both State and Nation. Thereby she has an opportunity to reciprocate in service what was done for her in nreparation for her life work. The teacher is now better appreciated in society than formerly, and the people are more willing to pay her adequate compensation for her services. This is encouraging and will attract many to the profession who ”rould otherwise have considered it advisable to engage in some other kind of business. The charm of association with boys and girls is alluring to any real teacher. It holds one captive in the profession and makes life worth living. There is nothing so inspiring as the confidence and affection of aspiring young people. The teacher lives and works constantly in an atmosphere of idealism, dealing as she does with the minds and hearts, with the ideas and ideals of her pupils. Compare the molding of mind and character with the making of shoes and stockings. Without disparaging the latter, which is the more inspiring? Why not teach to live and live to teach? “Is not the life more than meat, and the body than raiment ?” WILLIAM C. HOBBS, Supt. of Schools, Bristol, R. I. PEACE Beetle Forest was situated near the town of Mattox. Two Indian tribes encamped near this forest; one on the northern side, the Aztecs; and one of the southern side, the Blackfoot. These tribes were enemies. There was no doubt about that. Whenever members of the two tribes happened to meet there was sure to be an open battle, or a silent one, the eyes of the Indians saying all that their hands would do if given the chance. This enmity dated back to the time of their forefathers. They had been enemies ever since the Aztecs had joined the White people against the Blackfoot tribe, the cause being an argument over a stream of water flowing through the forest. The forefathers had then vowed they would “get even” with the other tribe, but so far no chance had offered itself. Then the vow had been passed down to the present generation and the Blackfoot tribe was now planning a campaign. At the Aztec encampment, Chief Morgue was very much respected and his beautiful daughter Chic-a-qua was worshipped by every Indian in the tribe, and they were her willing slaves. It was through the Chief’s daughter that the Blackfoot tribe expected to get vengeance. They held a camp meeting and at one of these they were to decide how they could best get revenge. They decided to steal the Chieftain’s daughter and hold her until the Chief should offer up one of his braves as a sacrifice, and also as a sign of the ending of -the feud between the two tribes. If the Chief refused this, his daughter would be made slave to the Chief of the Blackfoot tribe. The question then arose, “Who is to steal the girl?” No one would volunteer to do this deed, for if they failed, they knew it would mean their death. At last it was decided they would find out who the feathers decreed should do the deed. The Chief took two feathers from his crown and keeping one himself he balanced the other on the tip and blew it into the air. It fell at the foot of one Spantom, a brave and fearless warrior, who delighted in bringing sorrow or displeasure to his enemy. He was then told his duties, and was instructed to bring the Chief’s daughter to the wigwam of Ne-wa, (Chief of the Blackfoot tribe), and give her into the care of his squaw. They did not proceed immediately to carry out their plan, for they knew their enemies would be prepared, knowing that they had had a meeting. So it was three nights later that a dark shadow could be seen dodging in and out among the trees. Then he stealthily crawled into the enemy’s camp. This figure was that of the warrior Spantom. He crept up to the wigwam of the Chieftain’s daughter and, crawling in, he found her weaving a dainty basket, which was her avocation, as it was not right for the Chieftain’s daughter to do any work. The Indian hastily clapped his hand over her mouth to prevent her screaming. Then he said, “Chic-a-qua, daughter of our greatest enemy Morgue, you shall walk to our encampment and if you scream then shall our tribe kill you and all your relatives, and war shall be declared between the two tribes.” The frightened girl said not a word. She hurriedly caught up a few of her belongings and with Spantom’s threats ringing in her ears she went out into the dark night. It took the Indian longer to traverse the ground he had covered once already that night, for the girl could not walk very fast as she had been out in the woods all day with her Indian girl companions. At last they reached the encampment of the Blackfoot tribe and Spantom followed out his instructions, and gave her into the possession of Ne-wa’s squaw, who at once let her retire, and nothing further occurred until the following morning. The next morning Chic-a-qua’s maiden companions went to Chief Morgue and told 6 THE GREEN AND WHITE him that the girl could not be found. They were much frightened, but would have been more so if they suspected the real cause of her disappearance. They, at first, thought that she must have just gone out for a walk in the woods, alone. At noon the matter was explained. An arrow was shot suddenly into a group of Indians standing talking. All were so engrossed in the message that they did not think at first to look for the sender, but at last they looked around, but could see no one. The note ran thus : “We have Chief Morgue’s daughter. Give us one of your tribe as a peace oflfering. and as a sacrifice, and we shall return her to you. If this is refused, she will become the slave of Chief Ne-wa.” Of course Chief Morgue would not agree to this, but he did not know how he could possibly do otherwise. Before he had a chance to do anything. Chief Ne-wa’s son; Mag-u-qua, stepped in and took hold of the situation. He had always liked the Aztecs, but his father had warned him that he would be killed mercilessly if he had anythin friendly to do with them. He at once took a liking to Chic-a-qua, and decided to help her, even against the wishes of his father. That night he had a horse waiting in the forest, and Chic-a-qua, escaping the watchful eyes of Ne-wa’s squaw, slipped away and joined him. He took her to her father’s wigwam. He knew that there was no return for him that night, for he saw by the light in the forest beyond that his tribe had already missed him, and were starting out with torches to get him. He at once warned the Aztecs and they were prepared to meet the Blackfoot tribe. They met in battle and for a whole day they fought unceasingly. The Blackfoot tribe suffered a great loss, and were finally overcome by the Aztecs. Mag-u-qua stayed with the Aztecs and asked Chief Morgue if he could have Chi-a-qua for his squaw, saying that she was willing. After the ceremony, which was celebrated around the campfire, and by the snake-dance, ' Mag-u-qua and Chic-a-qua went to Chief Ne-wa and stated that they were married. Then the Chief said that he was willing to let by-gones be by-gones, and by the great power of love these two tribes were united. These two tribes later joined under one head, that of “Tangles,” the name so chosen to remind them of the quarrels that had once made them afraid to look one another in the face. A. BRELSFORD, ’21. THE HUNTED The cold wind moaned softly through the long pine needles, making the penetrating chill of the midnight atmosphere seem almost unbearable. The small silver moon behind the clouds of frozen mist gave a light—clear, white, still. A tall figure wrapped in long black garments came out of the shadows, and walked slowly down a path, apparently lost in thought—a reflection that must have been deep indeed, for he gave no sign that he heard a ouiet, skulking shape cross the path behind him, heard the clanking of iron, or saw the moonlight gleam on steel carried swinging by his side as he slipped from tree to tree, through shadows, always 'ollowing the tall, dark figure. silhouetted against the path of light, made by the moon on the smooth, glasslike surface of the lake, crouched a small pathetic figure, head in arms, and. at his feet, half buried in the leaves and snow, lay something that flashed the reflection on the moon as he moved his foot. The tall, dark figure did not see him, nor did he even lift his head to glance about. The other, the most elusive ' shape, gliding about from shadow to shadow, dropped to his knees, the steel at his side clattering more merrily than before. “Curse it,” he muttered as he picked up the skate-key for which he had been hunting. EMILY SANFORD. ’21. WHO’S WHO IN HIGH SCHOOL Bristol, R. I., Nov. 10, 1920. Dear Fred:— In your letter of a few days ago you asked me to tell you about some of the people in the Colt High School. Well, there are a number of peculiar characters here, for instance, there is one boy who is what you would call a “plain nut.” When he is called upon to recite he gets up and makes some brilliant (?) remark which causes all the pupils to laugh. The other day he was playing with matches and the teacher told him to put them away, that he would get to the other world soon enough without using matches now. There is another boy, a dignified senior, by the way, who used to cause a great amount of merriment by a series of “Johnny Smith Themes,” as the class was wont to call them. In the themes he related the misadventures of a certain John Smith who used to get into a great deal of trouble with an Italian banana vendor and a fat policeman. There used to be a boy who caused a great deal of amusement and trouble for the teachers but he has gone elsewhere and I am sure_ some of the teachers still mourn (?) for him. The Freshmen are, of course, silly and THE GREEN AND WHITE 7 are continually joking but as I am a Junior I could not tell you about mere Freshmen. There is a boy in the Junior class who can make a variety of noises and is very willing to give demonstrations all day long, and there is another boy in the Senior class who can soliloquize so well that he has made it almost an art. Now as for the teachers — well, as Shakespeare would have said, “T’were best to speak low of such things.” but still it is funny to hear the teachers’ repeated expressions often, such as, “Now here’s the point,” as one teacher remarks two or three times a day. It makes vou feel proud to hear the teacher say that the Junior class is the worst class she has ever taught, but I guess that is something that the teacher is compelled to say because every teacher says it to every class. As for girls, well, all girls are foolish. There are one or two girls in the school who are vainly trying to be one of the so-called “near-vamps” but as yet they haven’t succeeded. These girls have trained their eyes so they can put them in almost any position. They believe that practice makes perfection. There is a girl who sits behind me in one study room who must read her lessons out loud before she can understand them. Also there are girls who I believe could talk for three days without stopping. Of course there are numerous “young ladies” who study for exactly four hours each day. And there is one girl who must tell the teacher how she did the work but from the way the teacher answers the young lady I don’t be’ieve she cares how she did it as long as it is right. We naturally have a few Prima-Donnas who, if given the chance, would rival Galli-Curci and also one or two future Mary Pickfords. We have a wonderful orchestra, but unfortunately they are bashful about performing. So we don’t often hear them. There are one or two boys who enjoy singing and frequently sing a solo after everybody has stopped singing. Among the Seniors we have two boys who are very studious. In the Junior class one boy has a fad for reading Alger books, and is always seen with one of them. One boy thinks he is a pitcher and often practices throwing wads of paper all over the room. He is often spoken to by the teacher who tries to impress it upon his infantile mind that he is not as good a pitcher as he thinks he is. This is about all the peculiar characters we have in school at the present time, though last year’s class contained a few memorable ones. But I have forgotten one very important character in the Colt High School. He is a small boy, who, like a mosquito in summer, is everywhere. He is what some people would designate as a “general nuisance.” I think you know who this is. If you don’t it is Yours truly, WALTER WENNERSTRAND THE CHERUB I heard a sob, I looked around And over on the mossy ground I saw a little cherub fair, With eyes of blue and golden hair. The child’s small face was full of woe And then I thought I ought to go And ask her if I could not try To hide her cares or sooth her sighs. I told her all about the things Cod made to make the Cherubs sing, She smiled at me and then I knew The Cherub’s heart had found me true. And after that as I walked home I thought of how some cherbus roam Throughout the world with no one there To help them when they need the care. —ANNIE FAY, ’21 THE MONSTERS All was still and the moon shone brightly. The birds after flying around had gone to rest. The flowers had silently folded their petals and drooped their pretty heads. The soft east wind was singing a sweet lullaby to the trees and darkness softly crept over all the earth—in other words it was night. Suddenly above this sweet silence could be heard—afar off—the sound of something flying through the air. This dreadful sound grew louder and louder in volume as through the night came a death-dealing monster. “It” came nearer and nearer and then began to circle around and around. Below it people shuddered and held their breath. The “thing” came lower and lower to the earth. Suddenly it swooped down and a shrill cry was heard. Again it came down and again a shriek rank out in the night. Soon the “thing” came down to rest before it continued its deadly work of destruction. There was a crash of flesh striking hard wood and out of the night there came a hideous laugh. The next day, upon the back-steps of a bungalow in the suburb of the city there lay the mangled and hardly recognizable remains of—a mosquito. W. WENNERSTRAND, ’22. 8 THE GREEN AND WHITE JUST A FEW FACTS (With apologies to K. C. B., Briggs, and the others) It is Wednesday morn and you are scheduled to declaim and you sit in the auditorium with your hands folded and listen with watchful ears (as Vergil says) to all that is going on and your heart goes thump, thump, and the clock tick, tick and you hope that Mr. Strong will keep talking forever and just as you expect to rise to go to the stage you hear him say, No declamations today. Oh, boy, ain’t it a gr-r-r-rand and glor-r-rious feeling.” I THANK YOU. MY FIRST EXPERIENCE My name was on the list for declamations. What could I do? I am very nervous and I was positive that I couldn’t get up on the stage in front of all those boys and girls to speak a piece. But of course I had to do it. There was no way of getting out of it unless I said that I had a cold, and if I did that I would only have to speak next week, so I decided I would speak the day my turn came. The day, the very fatal day, came at last. I had found a piece and had memorized it. Twice I had rehearsed it to Miss Tobin, but, could I do it? Could 1 speak my piece before those boys and girls without forgetting it, and without fainting? Fainting, that was it. I felt that I would faint. When I had rehearsed to Miss Tobin I had felt so frightened and nervous—what would I do when I spoke in front of all those boys and girls? “ ‘Colt and the Veteran’ by Bayard Taylor, spoken by Miss Angelina Morra,” came Mr. Strong’s voice. It struck me and I thought that I was being swallowed up by the floor. Oh, if it only would! It the floor would open up and swallow me! But it didn’t, so I got up and went toward the edge of the platform. All the boys and girls were looking up at me and waiting to hear what I had to say. My knees began to shake. I could feel my face burning and knew that it must be as red as fire. I began. The first two stanzas were kind of shaky but I got used to having the young people stare at me and all the rest of the piece was better, because I didn’t feel so nervous. When I finished they all clapped and I felt that I had been rewarded for my effort. And now I look forward to the next time, and vow that I shall not be so nervous. ANGELINA MORRA, ’22. THE GOAD One day we learned about the goad With which the pricks of pain are sow’d To make the Donkey’s step more spry In hope the journey’s end be nigh. Rob prattled long in pretty glee About the Donkey’s obstinacy, Until a fool beside the road, To quiet it, made him a goad. He made it with a stick and tack To slap the Donkey’s ladened back, For in her saddle were a ton Of duds of Robert Stevenson. EMILY SANFORD. ’21 1. MAKOWSKY, ’21 THE GREEN AND WHITE 9 LIGHTNING OR GHOSTS The night was dark and misty; the wind was blowing fiercely; the trees swayed; the water in the gutters rushed along with an extraordinary rapidity; rain increased in volume. The sky showed no signs of “letting up”—in short, the night was so terrible, that it seemed as though nature was about to end the life of our planet “Mother Earth.” Indeed, not a human being could be seen on any of the streets, and were there scientists in the district who had doubt whether the world would some day come to an end, they surely would have lost no time in saying that this night was the night which nature had selected for the world’s destruction. Indeed, there were many families in the region who sat cuddled together in their homes, thinking that everyone’s end was due, at any moment. There were homes where the father of the family sat talking to his children of storms of the glorious past, worse than this present one; and still there were homes where the members of the family were so rash as to say that “the storm was so slight that it should merely be called an “insurrection of the elements.” Yet were either of these members called upon to venture into the hazardous night, all, without any doubt, would shudder at the thought. And so the storm raged on furiously into the night, without showing the least sign of subsiding. Twelve o’clock, midnight, and the hurricane increased its velocity; one o’clock, and the tornado grew neither better nor worse; two o’clock, and the gale subsided slightly; three o’clock, and the whirlwind made up for its slight decrease of velocity; four o’clock, and the wind subsided to the form of a zephyr; five o’clock, and the rain stopped; six o’clock, and the clouds began moving while the sun peeped through the purple mountains of the east; seven o’clock and the sky was clear to the horizon, the places of business opened for the day, and the horrors of the stormy night gave way to another day. The Jameson Manufacturing Company was located on Williams street. The situation was perfect, and the concern had taken so much advantage of this, that it had outgrown all its rivals in its business success, and now led all the manufacturers of the district. It happened that the perilous storm was without lightning, with the exception of two terrible bolts, and as many crashes of thunder. The flourishing retail plant of the Jameson Manufacturing Company had, unfortunately, been struck by one of these death-dealing bolts of lightning, during the night. This was the only company in the state that suffered an enormous loss, caused by the terrible storm. At seven o’clock in the morning, before the business was opened, it could be seen by pedestrians, that the lightning had totally burned the frieze which had decorated the top of the establishment. The sides of the building were badly damaged, while the front part was slightly touched. This was the condition of the edifice, as seen by the eye of a street observer. Harvey Johnson, a stout, broad-shouldered, well-built man of forty, was walking down Williams street at 7.30 a. m., jingling a bunch of keys in his hand, whistling a tune ,and observing the condition of the well-known structure of which he was janitor and department manager, having a few shares in the company’s stock. It was his usual custom to open up the building and to prepare for work at this hour. He put one of the keys to the lock ana opened the door of the partially destroyed establishment. On entering, he noticed that the interior was in a topsy-turvy condition. He surveyed the stock and goods at hand. Suddenly he stood aghast! What was wrong He looked wildly around him, then muttered to himself, “By George! we’ve been robbed 1 The boxes are gone—we’ve been robbed! These were the only words which escaped from his lips. “Robbed! By George! We’ve been robbed!” The clock of the district was slowly winding its way around its surface, the ticks forming seconds, the seconds steadily winding into minutes, and the minutes, slowly, but surely rolled into hours of excitement, for a robbery on a night when heaven and earth were about to meet, was deemed impossible by the people who had already crowded Williams street at the scene of a seemingly impossible deed. That perpetual winding clock had struck twelve, at noon, when the head townsfolk reached a decision. Indeed, who would have been out on a night when nature itself had aided heaven in her attempts to punish this part of the universe known as earth for all the sinful sins that had been mentioned? Especially to rob on such a night when the vicinity had been deluged by rain, thunder and lightning, and to attempt to rob on such a night, when the lightning flashes appeared, anxious to destroy all humanity. Why, the very idea of a robbery was preposterous, unbelievable. The conditions surrounding the case were baffling. Certainly no human being could have turned the trick on such a night. Then who did? Who was it if it were not a human being? Could it be that the spirits had committed the robbery? If the persons were human beings, the question was, who were they, and why did they pick out such a night? Why had they picked out a place that had been 10 THE GREEN AND WHITE struck by lightning? One thing certain was, that there had been a robbery. The towns-folk had come to a decision, and that was, that the matter must be thoroughly investigated. The Jameson Manufacturing Company’s building was very large, and only the top floors had been badly damaged. On the first floor, .towards the center of the room, was a large, square, trap door, unnoticeable, because the grains of wood of the door coincided with the rest of the floor. This was the place from which all the stock to be shipped had so mysteriously disappeared. It had been all packed up in the large square and now the square was empty and everything upset. The large square, with its secret door leading to the cellar of the building, was very slightly burned by the lightning. How could it be that the robbers had escaped from what we might call, “Heaven’s wrath.” The cellar, or foundation, contained a spoiled water pipe which (and only when it rained) connected with the large brook of the village, and as the result, the cellar of the building was, most of the time, filled with water. On the day following the fearful storm, the cellar was filled to its capacity ( not very large in contrast to the size of the structure.) On account of its size, the company rarely used the cellar, and thus the secret panel, leading to the cellar was of no use. Officials of the company, detecives, town’s policemen, citizens of the district—in short —all of the law protectors and the gossips of the town had been working on the case for a week, but to no avail, for promising clues had been followed, onlv to find that they were on the wrong trail. Outside districts had been scoured for clues, but all in vain. The detectives had lost all hope for the capture of the miraculous thieves, if such they were, and the days came and went without any results. Three weeks had passed since that terrible storm. The company had decided to record the robbery in their book keeping department as a partial loss, since some insurance had been recovered. The detectives claimed that they could obtain no reasonable clues, and decided that the robbery was not human, but super-human. Perhaps it was for the conditions surrounding the case seemed to be uncanny. Many of the citizens had already remarked, “You cannot overcome spirits, so do not try to arrest them.” There were many other remarks of a similar nature, all of which produced a fixed idea among the people that it was “a ghostly robbery.” Such were the conditions surrounding the case as the third week came to an end. The robbery of the Jameson Manufactur- ing Company formed a baffling case to all parties concerned. Harvey Johnson was walking down Williams street at 7.30 in the morning just three weeks later, jingling a bunch of keys, whistling a tune, and muttering to himself, “place must be haunted” as he looked at the partially destroyed structure. Drawing closer, he saw three men. surveying the building. At the first sight, he suspected thieves, and muttered wildly. “I have caught the thieves.” He ran down the streets in high spirits, in the hope of capturing the suspected thieves and obtaining the $1000 reward, and he began to see his picture on the front page of the daily paper. . .... On coming closer, his heart sank within him; all visions of success disappeared from his mind, for he noticed that the men were merely three detectives who were still working on the case. The clock of the district was steadily winding around its surface, every tick counting a second, every second, slowly winding into minutes, and the minutes slowly, steadily, irresistibly rolling into hours, and yet the robbery was still a much discussed event. The business men, all the people, in truth, were still trying to solve the case, that is to say. to determine whether the place had been visited by “spooks,” or whether it was merely a plain robbery. Four weeks had elapsed since the terrible storm. Repairs were just being made to the badly damaged story of the Jameson Manufacturing Company. Carpenters were busy on the outside—plumbers were busy within. It was about noon when a plumber entered the President’s office. “What’s all those boxes doing in the cellar under the water?” he demanded. “It’s up to you to take ’em out.” “What boxes?” asked the President in surprise. “I don’t know, “came a rough reply, “but I do know it’s up to you to take ’em out.” A hurried investigation of the matter soon disclosed the fact that the boxes were those which had so mysteriously disappeared four weeks before. How did they come to be there, in the cellar, and under the water? The manager called for the other members of the firm—the detectives hurriedly assembled—the gossips too—all were there —to examine the boxes and to admit that they were the ones which, four weeks before, had stood on the first floor of the Jameson Manufacturing Company, ready for shipment. How did they get in the cellar? The detectives conferred and cleared their throats, but said nothing. The gossips shook their heads mournfully—the owners were silent. That the boxes were THE GREEN AND WHITE 11 there was evident, but how did they get there? Did the lightning, through some freak or other, drop the sliding panel, which dropped the boxes, or did thieves attempt to take theih away? SAMUEL EISENBERG, ’23. SIR ROGER DE COVERLEY GOES TO A BRISTOL BASE BALL GAME I was standing in front of the main gate at the Sylvester Oval, when who should come strolling up but my friend Sir Roger de Coverley. We shook hands, and after discussing the weather which at that time was rather unsettled, we decided to take in the game. Just inside the gate we found a ticket booth, where Sir Roger purchased the tickets for both of us, and after he had deposited them in his pocket, we started to cross the diamond. We had taken but a few steps when we were hailed by a voice in the rear demanding our tickets. Turning around Sir Roger said, “I have just bought them at twenty-five cents apiece and do not intend to part with them just yet.” At that the ticket collector grew angry and insisted upon having them, saying that we could not go a step farther until we handed them over. After a short talk Sir Roger was made to understand that all tickets must be handed to the collector before entering the grounds. At last we managed to get safely seated in the front where we could see every part of the field, but our good fortune did not last, for a terrible shout from the well-known voice of “Faker” Hughes broke in saying, ‘‘Vacate there; those are reserved seats.” We finally managed to find seats which satisfied us, and here we sat in perfect peace, except for the interruption caused by a man throwing peanut shells into Sir Roger’s stove pipe, which had been left on the ground beside him. At last the game started. A man came into the field and announced the names of the different players, ending up with “batter up.” Sir Roger asked me who this last man was, but I was as unfamiliar with the name as he. At last the first man stepped up to the home plate .swinging a bat, but struck out, saying that the umpire was wrong in calling that last ball a strike; finally the first inning ended with great cheering on the Bristol side, for the score was two to nothing, in fayor of the home team. The game went along smoothly except for a few interruptions from Sir Roger who stood up, and told the umpire that the man who had stolen to second base was out. but he was forced to sit down. At the end of the eighth inning the score stood nine to nine, the visiting team was the next up to bat. The first man reached first base, and stole to second, when the pitcher threw the ball to the catcher the second man hit the ball into center field making a two base hit, and giving the man on second a chance to reach home plate. The score then was nine to ten in favor of the visiting team. The next man up to the bat bunted the ball half way between the home plate and the pitchers’ box, also giving him a chance to reach first base safely. Sir Roger jumped up saying that it was a foul ball because he thought it rolled outside of the first base line, but he could not change the umpire’s decision. At last a young fellow who could not stand the umpire’s decisions any longer stood up. and shouted to the umpire, “Hey Ump, did you take a correspondence course in umpiring a ball game?” The umpire could not stand this last remark, so he called a policeman, and ordered him to take the boy off the grounds. The latter with a farewell statement said, “It’s too bad that they have to go to India for ivory when there is so much running loose.” Leaning over toward me, Sir Roger said, “It is really too bad that a person could not spend an afternoon at a ball game without having to listen to foolish headed boys talk in such a shameful manner.” JAMES GOFF. ’23. BRISTOL IN THE EARLY DAYS Massasoit. who was chief of the Wam-panoag Indians, owned from Cape Cod to the head of Mount Hope Bay. His oldest son, Philip, was in charge of a tribe on our Mount Hope. Roger Williams, who founded Providence, soon became friends with Massasoit and although the Chief’s land soon was nearly all in the hands of white men, he never broke his friendship. But a year later Massasoit died and his son Philip became chief. Philip, who hated the Whites, soon declared war. Though he had prepared carefully, the news soon leaked out that Philip had banded together a number of tribes. The Whites formed companies of militia and Captain Benja-shed the first blood would be defeated, they first shots were fired. The first man killed min Church was put in charge. It was on Sunday, June 24, 1675, that the was a Wampanoag and as Philip’s wiser men had told them that whichever side were disheartened. In this case it proved true. King Philip was killed while crossing a swamp on Mount Hope, and his braves soon fled. In the next few years the growth of the town progressed rapidly. Unlike the people who settled Newport, Plymouth and 12 THE GREEN AND WHITE Providence, the early settlers did not come because of religion; they came simply to start a real seaport town. These settlers were men of wealth and good standing. The four original owners were Nathan Hayman, Stephen Burton, John Walley and Nathaniel Oliver. Walley was a member of the council and later became Judge of the Superior Court. In 1712 he returned to Boston and died there. But the most prominent owner was Nathaniel Byfield, whose father was an English clergyman. He came to this town with the first settlers, remaining here for nearly fifty years. He chose for his home the peninsula across the harbor which was then known to the Red Men as Papoose Squaw Point. But like Walley he returned to Boston to spend the remainder of his life. We have Colonel Byfield to thank for our broad shady streets, our first schools' and the common. When the town was laid out, land was set apart for the support of the ministry. The first meeting-house was built from trees hewn from the common and was built on the site of the court house. It was known as the First Baptist Church. The interior was surrounded by a double row of galleries and the floor was covered with large square pews. In 1681 the people had assembled and decided that the town should be named Bristol, for that was the name of the second most important center of commerce in England. At the same time Richard Smith was made the first town clerk. Some of the most important settlers were Benjamin Church, Nathaniel Paine, Nathaniel Reynolds, William Ingram, George Waldron, Jabez Gorham, Uzal Wardwell, and Benjamin Bosworth. Another settler of Bristol was soon made Senator. His name was Burnside, for whom the Burnside Memorial Building is named. His home, which still stands, was on Ferry Point overlooking Mount Hope Bay. There is also a large statue of him on horseback in front of the Union Station in Providence. The growth of Bristol’s trade increased greatly in the next one hundred years. But then came the Revolution! Bristol and its people suffered greatly. In the first year of the War the town was bombarded by a British fleet and in May, 1777 troops marched into Bristol, burning homes and meeting houses. Saint Michael’s Church, which then stood on Church street, was burnt to the ground twice. But Metacom, brother of the dead King Philip, was a friend of the Whites and did his best to help them. During the fierce struggle the Town Hall, which is now the Pastime Theatre, was used for a signal tower; the Artillery Hall was used as a blockade house. A young Frenchman, the Marquis de Lafayette, who wished to help Washington, lived in the Reynolds House on Hope street. It is to Walley, Byfield, Hayman, Burton and Oliver that we are indebted for our town. In later years streets and schools were named in honor of these gallant men, but we are not allowed to forget the very first people of Bristol, for Metacom avenue was named for the great Chief s youngest son and we also have King Philip’s chair and spring on Mount Hope, Rhode Island’s only mountain. R. MORRIS, ’22. BRISTOL AS IT IS TODAY Bristol, one of the oldest Colonial towns of New England, was settled in 1680, and incorporated January 27, 1747. Its charming location, combined with its broad, elm-shaded streets and. handsome residences has won for it the name, “Beautiful Bristol.” The town has a population of 13,000. Bristol has a fine harbor and about twelve miles of water front. The town has more than thirty miles of macadamized roads, and the main thoroughfare to Providence, is in care of the State Board of Public Roads. Bristol. Rhode Island, the county seat of Bristol County, is located 15 miles southeast of the city of Providence, with which is is connected by two lines of railroad, the N. Y., N. H. H. R. R., and a suburban line over the highway. The motive power for passenger service on both lines is electricity, affording a most comfortable and speedy means of travel. Trains run every hour on each line in either direction, with additional service morning and night. There is also steamboat service to and from Bristol, Providence, and Fall River, and a ferry-boat, which also carries automobiles, connecting with an electric railroad to Newport, the fashionable summer resort. Bristol has a modern sewer system throughout, with ample, up-to-date water supply, electric lights and gas; a branch of the Industrial Trust Company of Providence with a capital and surplus of eighty million dollars; American Railway Express; local telephone exchange; Western Telegraph ; Rogers Free Library containing 19,500 volumes in its own building; three good hotels, one for summer guests; two moving picture houses; excellent stores; a semi-weekly newspaper; several garages; churches of all denominations; four efficient volunteer fire companies with two motor fire trucks; and an efficient police department; children’s play grounds; tennis clubs; a large common with two base ball diamonds. The Schools of Bristol are its special THE GREEN AND WHITE 13 pride. It has several school buildings. One of them, the Colt Memorial High School, is one of the most beautiful and best equipped school buildings in the state. It is a white marble structure costing $250,000 and is a gift to the town by one of Bristol’s public spirited citizens, Col. Samuel P. Colt, in memory of his mother. Evening schools are conducted free each winter in the High School and various grades. The John Post Reynolds School was built by the town in memory of John Post Reynolds, Superintendent of Bristol’s schools for many years. The Byfield, Oliver and Walley, are all brick schools. The State Soldiers’ Home is located in the suburbs of Bristol and in the town are also located three other public institutions: the Home for Aged Women, the Benjamin Church Home for Aged Men.' and the Children’s Home. Those desiring sites for homes can find beautiful locations at Beach Terrace and Bristol Highlands, two recently developed suburban plats, charmingly situated on the shore, very accessible by railroad. Although desirable as a place of residence, Bristol is also the manufacturing center of this region. The principal industry is the manufacture of rubber goods in the National India Rubber Company, a branch of the United States Rubber Company which has forty three other factories throughout the_ country. It employs 4300 persons. It is one of the best modern buildings for its size in the country. It is equipped with two first-aid hospitals, a dental office, an Americanization School. A weekly paper called Keds Live Wire” is issued by the company. They have a fully equipped Day Nursery on High street for the benefit of their employees. The D’Wolf Inn. under factory management, has been established for the benefit of the women who are employed at the factory and whose homes are out of town. Here is located also the world famous plant of the Herreshoff Manufacturing Company, the reputation of which has been established by the building of yachts that have successfully defended the America’s Cup against the world during the past 20 years. This company also builds steam yachts, small racing sloops, and marine engines, and employs about 500 skilled mechanics. On the north side of the Herreshoff Manufacturing Plant is the Public Bath House which formerly was at the foot of Church street wharf, but was removed to this more favorable location. This building was donated to the town of Bristol by Charles B. Rockwell. Mr. Rockwell also donated in memory of his wife, the Martha Rockwell Convalescent Home, situated in the suburban part of Bristol, overlooking the harbor. Charles B. Rockwell is the owner of the Cranston Worsted Mills which manufactures the finest worsteds and yarns obtainable. It is a growing industry employing at present about four hundred people. About two miles from the compact part of Bristol is the beautiful entrance to Colt’s Farm on the Drive. The entrance is of white marble. On each side of the entrance are two large bronze bulls. The macadamized drive extends five and one-half miles around the farm. On the west side of the drive has been erected one of the most up-to-date dairy barns, equipped with all modern and sanitary machinery for use in its different branches. Prize cattle, horses, swine and poultry are raised on this farm. It is always open for free inspection to the public. Colonel Colt has also added another building to Bristol, a colonial type apartment house, known as the “Colt Apartments,’’ furnished with all modern and up-to-date improvements. Another place of interest is the Mount Hope Farm, owned by Rudolph Haffen-reffer. Mr. Haffenreffer has expended a vast amount to improve this historical place, adding modern buildings, dairy and horse barns. He also specializes in raising sheep for market. Bristol as she stands today is an enterprising town and a credit to the State of Rhode Island. RUTH SUZMAN, ’23. GRANDFATHER’S FIRESIDE PICTURES It was in the latter part of the month of October. The weather was slightly inclement. All day long the wind had been moaning through the branches of the trees, now stripped of their gorgeous autumn foliage. A few lonely crickets uttered some plaintive chirps, as if singing a melancholy dirge for the departed summer. Within the library of the old colonial mansion sat grandfather, smoking his favorite cigar, and gazing at the glowing logs in the fireplace. A pretty, little girl of five summers, who had been playing with her dolls, now came and climbed upon her grandfather’s knees, and begged him for a story. The old man who was in a reminiscent mood did not appear to heed the child, but continued to gaze into the burning logs. He was apparently asleep. Suddenly he was startled. What was it? A wo nan, a mere slip of a girl seemed to be standing before him. She wore a beautiful, brocaded satin dress, with hoop skirts. Her light, golden hair encircled her pretty face. In her arms she carried his favorite flowers, the beautiful purple and white lilacs. As he sat staring at her, the picture u THE GREEN AND WHITE changed. Now, it was within the wonderful old cathedral. Many lights and flowers were on the altar. The edifice was filled with men and women. A faint strain of music from the organ seemed to act as a sedative to these restless people. Soon a girl dressed in a white satin gown trimmed with marvelous lace appeared. Her veil was caught up with real orange blossoms. On her arm she carried a wonderful bouquet of sweet peas and lilies-of-the-valley. Ah 1 his wedding-day—soon he slipped the ring upon her finger and the minister gave them his blessing. Now amid the congratulations of friends they left the church. Slowly the picture vanished and now he saw four happy children seated on the floor around him waiting for a story. The eldest was a boy with very dark brown eyes and hair, dressed in a velvet suit with white satin collar and cuffs. There were two girls, one with beautiful blue eyes, and very light curls which encircled her face, the other had dark eyes and hair. They were both dressed alike in their little pink dresses with hoop skirts, their little pantaloons with ruffles of lace peeped below their dresses. The youngest, little Bobby, his father’s favorite, did not look like the other three; he was very white and thin. Gradually Bobby’s picture disappeared from the group, there was one empty place in this happy little circle— Bobby had gone to heaven. Imperceptibly the picture changed, he now saw his eldest son kissing his mother and sisters good-bye; he was dressed in the uniform of the Confederates; war was raging. Next he saw himself leaving his loving wife and daughters for the front, and after many weary weeks, months, and years of anxious waiting he finally returned home to begin life where he had left it off. Again he seemed to be in church, and the organ could be faintly heard. This time he saw his daughter, dressed as her mother had been years before, going up the aisle. He leaned forward to kiss his daughter, when his hands encountered the soft curls, and he awoke to find that his little grand daughter was asleep in his arms, and that her mother was softly playing on the old organ. E. DORIS BULLOCK, ’23. OVERSLEPT Ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling, went the alarm clock. I opened my eyes and looked at it. The hands pointed to seven o’clock. I got out of bed slowly and grabbing the clock I turned off the alarm. After this I got back intq bed thinking that I could rest a little longer before getting up. I closed my eyes for what seemed to me only ten minutes. Soon I was aroused by someone shaking me roughly. It was my sister June. “Get up, get up, you lazy girl. It’s ten minutes of eight and you’re still in bed. You will be late for sure.” My eyes popped open at this, and I jumped out of bed in a hurry. June went down stairs, leaving me to struggle with shoe strings and loose buttons. When I started to put on my left shoe the shoestring broke with a vicious snap. As I was trying to tie the ends together a vision of me going to the office, for being late to school, arose before me. In my mind I already saw the principal’s stern face looking down foreboding ill for poor me and I could hear the principal’s voice saying, “Report to me at one-fifteen.” Finally I succeeded in getting on both my shoes. I now went to wash and alas, I could not find my face cloth. I hunted everywhere for it, but finally gave up in despair, and took my sister’s. Hurriedly I washed, and then went to comb my hair. Never before did I have so many snarls to be unsnarled and so, hurriedly, I bobbed up my hair in the back. It was now ten past eight. Downstairs I could hear June telling Mother all about me. June is so precise and neat, never would she oversleep. Oh no, not June! Looking out of the window ,to my horror, I beheld a terrible sight. It was Jane Doolittle hurrying to school. Knowing that Jane is in continual disgrace on account of tardiness my heart nearly stopped beating. Surely, I would be in her class now. Hastily seizing my middy-tie, I darted out of my room, only to find that “haste makes waste.” Running down stairs, three steps at a time, I tripped on the last step and fell sprawling on the floor, just at the feet of June who was on her way upstairs to call me for the fifteenth time. She helped me up and at the same time delivered a well deserved reprimand which I failed to hear, because I rushed straight to the dining room almost knocking mother down in my haste. After swallowing some cocoa (which nearly burned my throat it was so hot) I put on my coat and was half way through the door when mother called me back to get my hat. The hat as usual was not on the rack. We hunted all over the house but that hat could not be found. I looked at the clock again. It was quarter past eight and I realized that my sentence had already been pronounced. June, calm as usual, came into the room with the hat which she had found in the waste basket. Then I remembered having put it on tlie table in the den, and I must have pushed it into the basket with some paper. With the hat in my hand I now ran out of doors. As I reached the street I looked up and down hoping that there might be some 15 THE GREEN AND WHITE Other pupils late, because “misery loves company,” but there was no one to solace me. I must tread my guilty way alone. I ran all the way to school. Breathless I arrived. The first period was in session so I had to report directly to the principal. For the second time, my heart nearly stopped beating. Timidly. I walked into the office. I tried to tell him why I was late, but as I was gasping for breath I could scarcely speak. He sent me into the auditorium to sit there until 1 was able to talk. In about ten minutes he came in and I told him frankly what had happened to me. Whether my story amused him I am unable to say, but he was not as stern as I had imagined. He smiled slightly, and I was indignant, because I had made a mountain out of a mole-hill. However, I must admit that I resolved, then and there, to get up when the alarm clock goes off. M. BURGF.SS, ’23. LANKY’S DISAPPOINTMENT Adventure! How he loved adventure 1 Everyone made fun of him because he liked to read books about murders and pirates and all kinds of bloodthirsty stories; but that didn’t bother him. Many a night “Lanky,” as the boys called him, sat in the old graveyard reading by the light of a lantern. One of his favorite sports was scaring people by pinning queer notes on their doors, or by pounding on their windows at night. He was a terror. Everyone said so, and especially his mother. Even the boys with whom he played were afraid of his queer actions. One day when he had played unusually hard with the boys, being wearied towards evening, he climbed up into the hay-loft of the barn. It was dark there, and he liked it. He could make believe that some robbers had kidnapped him and were holding him for ransom. Very slowly his eyelids began to droop, and although he tried to keep awake, he was soon deep in slumber. Suddenly he saw a large figure coming toward him. The figure was a man, and the man was a pirate! A real pirate! His hair was long and straggly, and matched his mustache. On his head was a small, red cap. He was dressed like the old pirates whose pictures “Lanky” had seen in books. His breeches went only to the knees, and his legs were bare except for a pair of boots which were very muddy. Around his neck was a chain which Lanky thought must be pure gold (he had perhaps found it in an old treasure ship which his crew had captured), and hanging from his ears were rings of the same metal. He stood with his arms folded and when he spoke his voice sounded like an old foghorn. ‘‘I heard,” he said, “that you love to read about pirates and murders. If you will follow me, I will show you my pals.” Lanky was too happy to say anything. He jumped down from the loft and followed the man. When they reached the water, they walked along the shore for a little over a mile. From the pirates’s waist hung a sword and a dagger which Lanky hadn’t noticed before. If he could only have a real weapon like that! He was just picturing himself strutting through the village with a sword in his hand and all the boys admiring him, envying him, when these arose before his eyes the hull of a large ship, anchored in the water. The pirate and Lanky got in a small boat and rowed out to the ship. The pirate climbed up on the deck, and walking to the bow of the boat, descended a small staircase. Lanky followed closely, and at the bottom of the Stairs he heard laughing and talking. There in the cabin, sitting around a table, was a gang of pirates drinking and playing cards. They looked up as their comrade entered. “Hey, Billy, did ya bring him?” asked one of them. “Here he is,” answered Billy, pushing Lanky forward. The boy stood still and stared around him. The pirates looked as though they had stepped right out of a story book. Presently one of the men arose, cleared his throat, and began to speak. “We have heard that you are very much interested in us. It is a long time since we have been to this country, but years ago our ancestors plundered ships along these coasts. There is a great treasure buried around here, and we are going to give you the chance of finding it. Here is a chart which tells just where the money is, and if you and your friends do just as it says you will have not only the adventure but also an immense fortune. Lanky could hardly believe his ears as he looked from one face to another. How glad the boys would be to hear about it. and how much fun they would have getting the treasure! Suddenly the room, the noise, and the pirates faded away, and Lanky rubbed his eyes trying to find out where he was. Everything was dark, and he was sure he heard someone calling him. “Lanky! Lanky!” shouted his mother. “Come here this minute! You’ve got to chop that wood before it gets too dark.” “Aw, gee, ma,” grunted Lanky climbing down from the loft, “I was just in the best part of a dream. Why didn’t you wait ’till I finished it?” N. MATHEWSON, ’22. 16 THE GREEN AND WHITE AT THE BACK FENCE “Matilda White is the queerest, old maid house keeper I ever seen in all my born days,” said Mrs. Bowen to Miss Waden over the back fence. “She would rather wash her sink any Sunday than hear Parson Lawrence preach. Not saying she don’t like his preaching, but that old sink of her’n must be spick and span all the time.” “Yes,” replied Miss Waden, “she ain’t got no use for nothing but keeping her. house clean. She scrubs and sweeps the live long day. Too bad she can’t keep her soul clean besides her house. Of course I don’t mean she ain’t a good woman. She minds her own business. Well, that’s nothing, we do too. We never talk about nobody.” “Now. you know Ann Bullit, she never scrubs her house,” said Mrs. Bowen. “She goes to church every Sunday and even goes to Friday night prayer meeting. Why couldn’t she leave out prayer meeting and clean her house up once and a while? Why I went to call on her the other day and her kitchen was a mess. The sink was pack jam full o’ dishes and it was so dirty. It’s a shame she don’t wash it once in a while ’stead of talking to Mrs. Tones over the back fence all the morning. Well, anyway she’s got a clean soul.” “Well,” answered Miss Waden, “you know that fly-away Sally Smith is the limit. I saw her flirting the other day. Honest-ta-goodness flirting with that handsome lookin’ city feller. He smiled at her too. Don’t see how he could do it. Her skirts are so short I’d be ’shamed if I was her. She wears heels ’bout eight inches high and it’s a puzzle to me how she ever walks on ’em. Goodness me, her hair looks as though a nest of hornets had got a-tangled in it. I guess ya call ’em cootie—a—, I donno, something anyhow.” “Oh, yes,” answered Mrs. Bowen, “I know what you mean. Cootie nests. Ain’t them things awful. You’ll never catch my Mary wearing them things. If she does wear ’em her Pa’ll give her a good licking. Lan’ I smell my roast a-burning. Goodbye.” CATHLEEN BARTON, ’23. “THE PRINCE AND THE PAUPER” The little round, ruddy face of Henry Noonan was pressed against the glass window of Baker’s Toy Shop. In his admiration of the double ringed circus paraphernalia displayed before him, he was forgetting the fun poked at him by the other children, whose mothers didn’t have to take in washings and go out scrubbing. He didn’t mind wearing dirty ragged shirts with the sleeves cut off and unhemmed, and he rather liked going bare- foot, but he did hate to be laughed at by the other kids” who wore shoes and stockings, and pants and coats in place of dirty blue overalls. He had waited patiently for them to get through looking in Old Baker’s window, and when they had gone running away down the street to follow an organ grinder, he had run across the street as fast as his little feet could carry him, and had fastenend his gaze and interest on the wonders of the toy shop. His earnest blue eyes, shaded by heavy lashes but a trifle darker than the short chestnut curls which rolled up all over his well formed head, shifted from one brilliantly colored toy to another. Near him in the front part of the window were Humpty-Dumpty men, little fat men and women all dressed in wonderful clothes, and clowns, oh, so many clowns. Clowns on ladders, clowns with ladders on them, clowns on their heads, clowns on one foot, clowns walking on their hands, clowns making up faces at him, clowns with hats on, clown's with hats off, clowns with black faces, clowns with red faces, and lots and lots of clowns with white faces and big red spots. Over there— why there was a clown on an elephant! Little Henry stood on tiptoe to see beyond the clowns. How he wished they’d all fall down now so’s he could see the animals. He raised himself on his toes several times, but the iron grating on which he stood hurt his feet when he stood on tiptoe. A thoughtful expression flickered across his face, and the next instant he ran like a flash down the little alley next to the toy shop. In a few seconds he was coming around the corner of the shop tugging a wooden box, not a large box, but large for him. When he had it placed on the iron bars, and directly in front of the window, he jumped upon it, and gazed and gazed in open-mouthed wonder and delight. Could he believe his eyes?—a real hill with a road coming down it, and real toy houses facing the street, and, best of all, a big, real, circus parade coming down the street— with elephants, and horses, and camels, and little ponies—yes, there was a little boy leading them—and no telling how many wild tigers, and lions, and other animals that get ugly and bite, were inside all those red and yellow wagons. Oh, at first he hadn’t seen the big red wagon down near the front corner of the window. A band in it! Band men with red band suits and gold horns and things, and it was “dragged” by white horses with big red things on their heads!—their harnesses were all gold. Each second he discovered something new, and he stood there motionless for several minutes. Within him his little soul cried out, “I want it, I want it. I wonder THE GREEN AND WHITE 17 how many baskets of clothes I’d have to help Jimmie drag to get enough to buy it,” he was thinking. “I’ll get Mama to come see it; she could read that sign and tell me how much. No, I’ll remember the numbers and tell her. There’s a two and a nothing—that couldn’t be much.” Just then a neatly dressed woman walked up to the toy-shop window. She had her little boy with her on his tricycle. The whole circus looked only a little nicer to Henry than this little boy. He had on a white, white suit, and a real sailor hat. His stockings didn’t have any holes in them and his shoes “shined,”—they “shined” more than his Ma’s stove at home just after she’d polished it. “Oh, Mother,” said the little lad of the sailor cap, “there’s a circus just like mine, isn’t it?” The mother smiled and answered, “Yes, dear, I think so. Papa bought yours here.” Then Henry, noticing that the little boy on the tricycle was no longer looking at the circus, but at his dirty bare feet instead, cast a defiant look at the newcomers, turned on his wooden bov, jumped and flew down the alley again, happy in the thought that two and nothing couldn’t make much. ANONYMOUS. Y.W.V.WWA,.V. Vm’W.WA,.VJ,AW 7M', | CLASS NOTES VAY.VW.V.,AA V .V.%V.V Y.V . WA,AAY( 1921 Once upon a time there came to this High School a group of timid, quaking, blushing, small people—the class of 1921. They were not an unusual class—reverencing the Seniors as all good Freshmen should, meek and mild as all good Freshmen should be— until the second year, and then, after seven long months of screwing up their courage, they finally announced, with the most bold and careless nonchalance, that they were going to have a May Walk! And with this same show of cold indifference they sallied forth at five o’clock one morning and started down the Ferry Road. By the next September, when the class of 1921 went by the name of “Juniors,” they had acquired a most remarkable ability to do things. They proposed a Hallawe’en Party, .and it was such a novel idea that the faculty decided to have one for the whole school. The Freshmen were the guests of the evening and they, especially, had a gay time. Later in the year when the snow was on the ground they made ready for a sleigh ride. Pupils and chaperons gathered at the school house at seven-thirty and waited. The sleigh did not come. About eight o’clock a few people went to investigate the matter. There was no sleigh. Plenty of prancing steeds, but no sleigh, so they went to walk down Lovers’ Lane —that is, the whole class went. The next night they managed to get both the horses and the sleigh and so they had a jolly ride to Warren and Barrington. Again they planned a May Walk but the gods intervened and the rain kept them in bed. The “Prom.” that the class of 1921 gave will go down in history as the great transformation scene. For the pleasure of the Seniors this was given, but how true it is that great deeds go not unrewarded. From the timid, blushing, quaking shadows they blossomed, in one evening, to their present dignity and poise, to their great executive and legislative ability and it is to the “Prom” that they owe their great successes in the November Dance and the Food Fair, which was given in the first part of February. This function was an event of keen enjoyment to both patrons and pupils. The class officers at this time were: President —Israel Makowsky; Vice President—William Rinaldi; Secretary—Kathleen Hodg-don; Treasurer—Virginia August; and with the help of the executive committee, the plans they made were truly remarkable. Cake and candy were sold at booths while the supper was served at artistically decorated tables. A program was arranged including the performance of the talented ones of the school, and at nine o’clock the floor was cleared for dancing. The School Orchestra jazzed for them in a very Southern style. The Class of 1921 is always and forever thrifty (this does not apply to the Food Fair) and is used to making the best of every opportunity. Last March when the snow was deep enough for sleighing the class went again to Warren. There was no trouble this time over the fiery steeds and the winged chariot, and no sordid obstacles kept their spirits dimmed. Another dance was held on the twenty-second of April and a larger crowd than ever before was present. Two plays will be given early in June. Those who have previously seen such per- 18 THE GREEN AND WHITE formances will know what High School Seniors can do in that line, and considering the coach and the cast, the class are sure that these plays will be superior to others in every way. The Class of 1921 is about to graduate. We can well expect their work in the world to conform, as it always has, to their motto, “Honor lies in Honest Toil.” E. SANFORD. ’21. TO THE SENIORS Here’s to the Seniors so bright and so fair, We are the class that will work with great care. Soon we will leaving be. Won’t that be sad? Don’t you suppose they will be very glad? HELEN SYLVESTER. •ywYWUWwwwwwwwuuAV wwwYWYS ATHLETICS ij At the beginning of the season the spirit of base ball was inflamed in the heart of every pupil in the Colt Memorial High School. Early in April the school assembled to elect a manager, and William Rinaldi, class of 1921, was elected. Mr. Albert Hudson, the Agricultural Instructor, offered his services as coach. Mr. Hudson was captain and pitcher of his team when he was at Rhode Island State College. Prof. Wisbey of the Chemistry Department, also offered his services as faculty manager. About the middle of April an athletic committee was elected, consisting Of four boys and four girls, a girl and a boy being chosen from each class. Those chosen were: Mary Connors, William Serbst, Seniors; Norman Vermette, Charlotte Le-Clair, Juniors; Margaret Nerone, Edward Rinaldi, Sophomores; Thomas Kennedy, Arleen Holm. Freshmen. A little later the veterans of the 1920 base ball team met and elected Frank Rinaldi captain. Practice soon started and over thirty boys responded to the call. They were always on hand four days a week, and at least two and one half hours a day. Many ways were resorted to in order to raise money for the coming games. Candy was sold in the school at recess, and two entertainments were given during the season. These were: Professor Harrell on April 8, and “The Musical Bouquet” on May 11. All the pupils of the school showed their interest in some way; those who could not in a physical way did SO financially. The spirit of loyalty predominated over everything else and no matter where the team played, in town or out, there _was always a group of “rooters,” _ especially girls, who helped a great deal in winning the game by their cheering. We played Our first game at Central Falls, Friday, April 15, most of the time in a pouring rain ; nevertheless, we went on to victory, and obtained our first scalp by a score of twelve to four. The second game was played against Warren, whom we succeeded in defeating by a score of ten to one. After this victory we had a little hard luck, losing three games in succession, New Bedford, South Kingston and Warwick. After these defeats we came back by defeating Central Falls a second time by a score of six to four. There are still tne following games to be played, and we expect to win a good part of them; May 27—Taunton at Bristol. June 1—C. M. H. S. at Warwick. June 7 New Bedford at Bristol. June 10—South Kingston at Bristol. June 17—C. M. H. S. at Taunton. June 22—Alumni. Mr. Hudson, Mr. Wisbey and Mr. Strong have done a great deal to help the team along, Mr. Hudson especially. He will long be remembered by every boy in the school. R. CARD. 21. C. M. H. S. BASEBALL TEAM Back Row, Standing, Left to Right—Stetson Clowes, Assistant Manager; Vincent Malafronte, Ralph Petrucci. Center Row, Left to Right—Luciano Capone. William Serbst, Mr. Hudson, Coach ; William Rinaldi Manager • Frank Rinaldi, Frank Newton, Louis Rinaldi. Seated. Left to Right—Israel Makowsky, Thomas Kennedy, James Ruggiero, Edward Rinaldi, Howard Grlnnell Carmine Bruno, Raymond Card. H as m o 70 m m 2: 2: a 3 H m 20 THE GREEN AND WHITE ■AV.W AW1,AWVA%V A,.WA, .V .V.V.% EXCHANGES EXCHANGE DEPARTMENT For some reason, unknown to us. our Exchange Department for this year is not as large as we should like it to be; we sincerely hope that ft will be greatly enlarged before the next publication of our paper.- We gratefully acknowledge the following exchanges: Maroon and White, La Salle Academy, Providence. R. I. The Argonaut, Mansfield, Mass. The Gleaner, Pawtucket. R. I. The White and Gold, Woodbury, N. J. The Morristoman, Morristown, N. J. The Artisan, Bridgeport, Conn. The Red and Gray, Lynn, Mass. The Red and White, Rochester, N. H. The Bulletin, Steubenville, Ohio. The X-Ray, Sacramento, California. The Blue and Gold, Cleveland, Ohio. The Magpie, Waterbury, Conn. The Mirror, Palmerton, Pa. The Echo, New Iberia, La. AS OTHERS SEE US The Gleaner: An exchange that is always welcome. You have a good paper. Maroon and White: Sorry you cannot come more than once a year. You have a very interesting exchange page. AS WE SEE OTHERS The White and Gold: Your cover design is the prettiest among our exchanges. You have a very interesting paper. The X-Ray: Your paper can well be called “The paper that’s different.” It is the only one of its kind among our exchanges. Why not add an Exchange Department? The Gleaner: Your Literary and Editorial Departments are both fine. Come again. The Red and White: Another welcome exchange. Your joke department is very good. The Maroon and White: An exchange which we all enjoy. Why not enlarge your Alumni Notes? The Red and Gray: Your editiorr for last June was most interesting. Have you forgotten us this year? V. AUGUST, ’21. “ .W'-VVVW'.V VWWW .NWVVVV VWVWW, JOKES S VA AWA,AVnVWV.A V.V ,WWVA,AV.,,V Head—(English): He ate his breakfast without any mouth. K. McDonough—(English class): Richard Smith was tht first town clock. I. Starkey—(Spelling) : He died fatally. M. Tucy—(Spelling): Her dress was made of nicotine. Bright pupil—(Spelling): She has in- audible hair. Trainor—(English): The tracks were seen walking down the hill. M. Vera—(English): Faith went to bed covered with tears. Spelling: His head is devoid of any contents whatsoever. N. Scdini—(English class): The people were seen walking down the street with red noses. Petrucci—(History) : Dred Scott was not allowed to press his suit in the United States Court. Newton, F.—(Latin) : Pyrrhus advanced with his father’s vim. THE GREEN AND WHITE 21 COMMANDMENTS OF THE C. M. H. S. I. Thou shalt not chew gum in school. II. Thou shalt not converse with thy neighbor in class. III. Thou shalt not talk aloud in class unless called upon to do so. IV. Thou shalt not write notices upon the boards unless thy teacher giveth thee permission to do so. V. Thou shalt not spend thy evenings having a good time, but shalt study hard and diligently. VI. Thou shalt not cross the lawn. VII. Thou shalt not wander about the halls but go straight to thy room. VIII. Thou shalt not indulge in the pleasant pastime of throwing snow balls in front of the school. IX. Thou shalt march into the auditorium in a quiet and orderly manner. X. Thou shalt always think of the honor of the C. M. H. S. and therefor shalt thou be polite and respectful at all times. WHERE? WHAT? WHEN? WHY? When will Clowes be serious? What makes the Junior “A” boys have such a cold when they come to Room II? Why does Billy Hobbs go up and down Union street so much? When do the commercial Juniors find time to study? Where did Raymond get the smile that won’t come off? Why did Shakespeare write so many plays ? Why did Miss Sisson think Malafronte needed blinders in History IV? Why did Miss Blake take such a sudden liking to base ball? When will Alden show us his “Ford?” Why doesn’t our “Sympathy” orchestra learn more than four pieces? A suitable reward will be given to any one answering any of the above questions. W. WENNERSTRAND, ’22. SOME FAMILIAR QUOTATIONS ‘‘Gee, what a dizzy guy.” (J. F. Head) “Oh gee, that’s a cinch.” (L. Capone) “He’s coo-coo.” (V. August) “Oh, dear!” (M. Pauli) “Huh! Huh!” (F. Rinaldi) “Hot-dogs!” (V. Malafronte) “Where do you get off?” (R. Petrucci) “You’re dizzy.” (R. Card) DID YOU EVER NOTICE: The Sub-Freshman class? Stetson Clowes and his African Bloodhound?” Card’s Smile? Capone’s gestures? Walter Wennerstrand and Milton Paine standing together? Marion Pauli’s waves? Malafronte playing leaping dominoes. Frank Rinaldi dancing? Nussenfeld playing the violin? Newton chewing gum? Pozzi doing Algebra? Edward Walsh talking? Virginia August singing? Petrucci stealing a base? Daisy Manchester in Rogers Free Library? I. MAKOWSKY, ’21. THE C. M. H. S, HONOR ROLL To get one’s name On the list of fame It is task to overcome. If once you succeed Keep at work, for indeed, The honor is only for some. At one time or other If you think it’s a bother Just say, “I will do it or die.” And if you win out You will want to shout Hurrah ! I’ll win again, if I try. G. BRELSFORD, ’24. THOUGHTFUL QUESTIONS (?) History Class (Subject Citizenship”)— Serbst: If a child were born on the sea would he be a fish ? J. Thurston (A socialized History recitation): How long did the Seven Years War last, Miss Sisson? Clowes—Spelling): W. Wennerstrand is a stalwart youth. (“Red” weighs about 85 pounds.) Miss Tobin, to pupils of the Com. Geog. Class: “In what form does most of the corn leave the country? Bright pupil: “Corn-beef.” Wennerstrand, collecting the lists of absentees : “Anyone absent this morning, Miss Callan ” Miss Callan: “No, I’m all here this morning!” Miss Crapo: “The Romans never realized Caesar’s true worth until after they had buried him.” S. Clowes: “Just like the goose that laid the golden eggs.” 12 THE GREEN AND WHITE Miss Callan, to Betty Church who is humming: “Miss Church, I think that Miss Sullivan would appreciate that song more than I.” Paine (seated behind Miss Church): “So do I—too.” Newton. F.: One day I took hold of 500 volts and the works of my watch melted. Walsh, quickly: “What was it Newton, a dollar Ingersoll ?’” Miss Blake: Tell me what dormant means. (I am not supposed to know.) Brooks: “Well, why not look it up in the dictionary?” Miss Tobin (Com. Geog.): “What is the chief product of the Philippine Islands?” Ed. Walsh: “Trouble.” Miss Crapo to Head in English: “What is an educated man?” Head (rising slowly): “An educated man is a cultivated one.” Miss McCallum (English): “Phoebe was walking in the garden with blooming cheeks.” Miss Sisson: “The debating teams may have a few minutes to prepare a rebuttal.” (A pause.) “Miss Pierce, what team are you on ?” Miss Pierce: “The base ball team. Miss McCallum (English) : “I was born in a house that was handed down for 300 years.” S. Dunbar (Spelling): “He walked along the road parallel to each other.” H. Vermette (French I): “Mother threw a couple of eyes on the table. F. Rinaldi: “Miss Crapo, may I have a drink? If I don’t. I’ll die. (A pause.) Miss Crapo: “Well, die then!” Eng. teacher: “Head, go to the blackboard.” (General whispering.) “Well, how many ‘Heads’ are there in this room?” Bright pupil: “Fifteen.” Miss Blake to S. Dunbar during the Penmanship lesson. “Why don’t you make I’s better?” S. Dunbar: “I’m not used to making eyes.” Miss Crapo: “Aldrich, put whatever you are chewing into the waste basket.” Aldrich : “I can’t, it’s my tongue.” Miss Sisson to Miss Dunbar who is waving her hand: “What do you want. Miss Dunbar?” D. Dunbar: “I left part of Eli Whitney upstairs.” It makes me shake. It makes me shiver. To see “Pete” Church Running his flivver. Miss Sisson (History): “What is at the end of a railroad line?” Bright pupil: Stations.” R. Suzman (Quoting Julius Caesar): “Yet ’twas not a crown, neither ’twas one of these cornets. (Coronets.) Miss Tobin: “Miss Morra, please go to oom twelve and bring me Julius Caesar from the desk.” Miss Sisson: “If any of you have chocolate boxes, please bring them to school.” Bright Student: “What do you prefer, empty or full boxes?” Mr. Wisbey: “Can any one here run a machine ?” . Trainor: “I c an.” Mr. Wisbey: “What kind can you run. Trainor ?” Trainor: “A sewing machine.” M. Holt (French): “I melted into tears.” Bright pupil: He looked in the telephone director. Trainor, G. (English): “She set the table with three chairs. Mr. Wisbey: “Capone, do you know why the moon is called she?” Capone: “Because she has a sun who comes rolling home in the morning.” Mr. Wisbey: “Well, you can’t blame him when his mother gets full.” Pozzi: “Yes. and stays out every night.” Capone: “That’s where her money goes. She often has only a quarter.” Mr. Wisbey: “Why are a girl’s thoughts like the moon?” Pozzi: “Because there is always a man in them.” m 23 THE GREEN AND WHITE ALUMNI ( (The Alumni Editor would be glad to receive information in addition to that given or any correction or errors.) 1909 Ida M. Benjamin, New England Conservatory of Music, Mrs. Joseph Kraft, Winthrop, Mass. May Hackett, Emerson School of Oratory, Boston, clerk, Paymaster’s Office, U. S. Naval Station, New London, Conn. Samuel I. Kennison, Brown University T3, Harvard '17, practicing physician, 2 Comstock Ave , Providence, R. 1. Annie M. Pearse, Mrs. Robert Munroe, High St., Bristol. 1910 Gertrude Bunn, Mrs. Walter J. Watson, Constitution St., Bristol. Vivian Cobleigh, Mrs. True Palmer, India. Albert O. Earle, claim examiner. Globe Indemnity Co. of New York, office, Sanderson Bros., Providence, R. I. George R. Fish, Scoutmaster, Bristol Troop of Boy Scouts, Bristol. Emma Marguerite Flowers, Mrs. Harold Hill, Hope St., Bristol. Basil H. Perry, U. S. Military Academy, West Point, now at Officers’ Training School, Fort Sill, Oklahoma. Elizabeth Peterson, R. I. State Normal School T3, Mrs. Stephen Hopkins, teacher, Byfield School, Bristol. Florence Helen Potter, Mrs. Henry Hambrick, Newark, N. J. Mary B. Reynolds, Mrs. Frederick Bud-long. Anthony, R. I. Leicester Watts, with R. G. Dun Co, Grosvenor Bldg., Providence, R. I. Bessie West, deceased. Edith Wilson, Mrs. Albert O. Earle, Marion Ave., Providence, R. I. , Charlotte A. Young, Brown University T5, teacher, Technical High School, Providence, R. I. 1911 Evelyn Carter, R. I. State Normal School T4, teacher, Americanization School, National India Rubber Co., Bristol. Daniel W. Coggeshall, Brown University, Senator from Bristol, R. I. State Legislature. John Collins, advertising manager, Ostby Barton Co., Providence, R. I. Grace Dunnigan, stenographer, U. S. Bobbin Shuttle Co., Eddy St., Providence, R. I. Mary Easterbrooks, R. I. State Normal School T4, teacher, Reynolds School, Bristol. Phyllis Farrally, Mrs. Karl R. Moore, Harrisville, R. I. Leo Isaacson, Burdett Business School, leather salesman, Boston. Mass. Daniel L. Morrissey, Brown University, Harvard T7, practicing physician, Providence, R. I. William H. Munro, with General Lead Battery Co., Chicago, 111. Katherine R. Pauli, R. I. State Normal School T4, Mrs. Charles Burns, Wood St, Bristol. Eleanor R. Perry, deceased. Olive C. Young, Mrs. Harold Peckham, Providence, R. I. 1912 Henry Barton, Jr., R. I. State College, agent for the Standard 0:1 Co. in China, was married in Yokohoma, Japan. April 25, 1921, to Miss Mary Aplin of New York. Peter Bassing, clerk, Chase National Bank, New York City. Samuel Bassing, grocer, New Bedford, Mass. Louise Brechin, clerk, Wire Service Office, National India Rubber Co., Bristol. Nellie M. Bullock, Mrs. Harold Pedley, Mt. Hope Ave., Bristol. Marion G. Bullock, Mrs. James Ken-nelly, Hope St., Bristol. Marguerite Brogan, R. I. State Normal School T5, teacher, Reynolds School, Bristol. Ethel Blackman, Mrs. Max Cohen, Providence, R. I. Henry Eisenberg, clerk. Armour Co., Newport, R. I. Doris J. Farrally, Mrs. Albert J. Holmes, South Warren, R. I. Norman R. Hathaway, Treasurer. Bryant Stratton Commercial School, Providence, R. I. J. Ellery Ingraham, clerk. Providence Institution of Savings, Providence, R. I. Hazel B. Gardiner, Mrs. George M. Cad Chester. Penn. Irene B. Hackett, Mrs. Carl Fatzer, Brooklyn, N. Y. Mildred H. Keating, clerk, Wire Service Office, National India Rubber Co., Bristol. Margaret G. Kenney, clerk, Keds Ticket Office, National India Rubber Co., Bristol. Mary M. Leahy, Mrs. Edward Sullivan, Constitution St., Bristol. Hannah Murphy, stenographer, Factory Manager’s Office, National India Rubber Co., Bristol. • Anna Sullivan, R. I. State Normal School T5, teacher, Reynolds School, Bristol. Helen Tinglev. Brown University T7, Bryant Stratton Commercial School, teacher, Attleboro High School, Attleboro, Mass. Vincent C. Young, R. I. State College, inspecting engineer, International Motor Co., Plainfield, N. J. 1913 George M. Cady, architect, with C. H. Brazer, Chester, Penn. Rose Blackman, Mrs. William Cohen, Providence, R. I. Ruby Blaisdell, stenographer. Providence Washington Insurance, Providence, R. I. 24 THE GREEN AND WHITE Lloyd R. Clowes, R. I. State College, now with the Starrett Tool Co., New York. Gladys Cobleigh, Nashua, N. H. Mary Theresa Doran, clerk, Keds Office, National India Rubber Co., Bristol. Mary C. Francis, clerk, Wire Service Dept., National India Rubber Co., Bristol. Frederick E. Garvin, clerk. Traffic Dept., National India Rubber Co., Bristol. A. Norman Into, student, Yale University, New Haven, Conn. Joseph Marks. Brown University. Harlem Hospital, New York, now practicing physician, Providence, R. I. Ethel McCaw, Mrs. George Elliot, Philadelphia, Penn. Agnes E. Murphy, clerk, Wire Office, National India Rubber Co., Bristol. Mary E. Nerone, stenographer. Assistant Treasurer’s Office, National India Rubber Co.. Bristol. Harleigh Tingley, Brown University T8, i with the Dennison Mfg. Co., Framingham, Mass. Andrew Ramsay Trotter, private secretary, Thompson Leather Shoe Corporation, Brooklyn, New York. Helen Trotter, clerk, R. I. Hospital Trust Co., Providence, R. I. Eldena Usher, Mrs. Percy Beals, Hope St.. Bristol. Margaret Watts, assistant bacteriologist, New Haven Laboratory, New Haven, Conn. 1914 Mary Andrade, clerk, Keds Ticket Office, National India Rubber Co., Bristol. Elizabeth August, R. I. State Normal School '17, teacher, Reynolds School, Bristol. Roswell Bosworth, Brown University T8, agent for the New York National City Bank in Valparaiso, Chile, S. A. Elizabeth Clowes, R. I. State Normal School T8, teacher, Reynolds School, Bristol. Helen Condon, R. I. State Normal School T7, teacher, Oliver School, Bristol. John Condon, R. I. State College ’20, teacher, High School, West Warwick, R. I. Katherine H. DeWolf, Walnut Hill School. T8, student at Wellesley College. F. Reginald Dimond, Bryant Stratton Commercial School, now with Sartorius Co., Providence. Archibald Dunbar, clerk, Payroll Dept., National India Rubber Co., Bristol. John Doran, R. I. School of Design, draughtsman, C. R. Makepeace Co., Providence, R. I. Mildred Goettlcr, Cooke St., Bristol. Howard Gray, Providence Institution for Savings, Providence, R. I. Bertha Hagen, clerk, Purchasing Dept., National India Rubber Co., Bristol. Gladys Hambly, stenographer, Central Stores Office, National India Rubber Co.. Bristol. Edward V. Hughes, St. Charles’ College. Baltimore, T8. Grande Seminaire, Montreal, now student at St. Mary’s Seminary, Baltimore, Md. J. Francis Hughes, St. Charles’ College, student, Catholic University, Washington. D. C. Marguerite MacDonald, R. I. State Normal School T7, teacher, Americanization School, National India Rubber Co., Bristol. Annie I. Marshall. R. I. State College. Mrs. Leslie Young, Chicago, 111. Ruth Murray. R. I. State College T9, dietician. Boston Dispensary. Boston. Mass. Elsie Manchester, Mrs. Charles Sparks, Central St., Bristol. Philip Morris, with Morris Bros.. Bristol. J. Howard Pauli, clerk. Providence Institution for Savings, Providence, R. I. Margaret G. Reynolds, Children’s Hospital. Boston, Visiting Nurse, National India Rubber Co., Bristol. Marion Sherman. Brown University T8, Nurses’ Training School, Hartford, Conn. ’20, now Medical social service worker. Rhode Island Hospital, Providence. R. I. Annie Sisson, Brown University, T8. teacher, Colt Memorial High School, Bristol. Franklin Springer, R. I. State College, assistant chemist, Davol Rubber Co., Providence, R. I. Annabel Trainor, clerk. Wire Service Dept., National India Rubber Co., Bristol. 1915 Raymond Bliven, killed in action at Chateau Thierry, June 23, 1918. O. Griswold Boynton, Amherst T9, Credit Manager, National India Rubber Co., Bristol. Catherine Callan, High St., Bristol. Sarah Callan, stenographer, Wire Sales Office, National India Rubber Co., Bristol. Maude Crispell, Mrs. Andrew Tolker, Richmond, Va. Frances Crowley, clerk, Keds Cost Office, National India Rubber Co., Bristol. Sarah Downey, Stitching Dept., National India Rubber Co.. Bristol. Louis Della Morte, New York Law School, student, Columbia University Law School, New York. Earl K. Dunbar, clerk, Payroll Dept., National India Rubber Co., Bristol. William Gardiner. Standard Oil Co., East Providence, R. I. Edward Garvin, clerk, Payroll Dept., National India Rubber Co., Bristol. Lawrence S. Greenwell, in charge of Planning Dept., National India Rubber Co., Bristol. James T. Hassett, Broad St., Providence, R. I. J. Frank Keating, student, American THE GREEN AND WHITE 25 School of Osteopathy, Kirksville, Missouri. Bertha Kemph, Mrs. George Leonbart, 142 Gallup St„ Providence, R. I. Hannah G. Kinder, Hope St., Bristol, R. I. M. Alice MacDonald, Bryant Stratton Commercial School, clerk. Traffic Dept, National India Rubber Co., Bristol. Margaret Morrissey, R. I. State Normal School, T9, teacher, Oliver School, Bristol. Julia C. Nerone, clerk, Keds Ticket Office, National India Rubber Co., Bristol. Marion Potter, Mrs. George Boutilier, Hope street, Bristol. Grace E. Shiel, R. I. State Normal School, T8, teacher, Oliver School, Bristol. Albert Sparks, clerk, Accounting Dept., National India Rubber Co., Bristol. Marion Sparks, clerk, Mt. Hope Spinning Co., Warren, R. I. Theresa Sullivan, Lowell Normal School, T8, Supervisor of Music, Public Schools, Bristol. Harold Shippee, clerk. Purchasing Dept., National India Rubber Co., Bristol. Waldo Spear, Wesleyan University. Alice Tattrie, Brown University, ’20, computor. Ordnance Dept., U. S. Civil Service, Baltimore, Md. Amy W. Watts, in charge of the High School Reference Library, Ann Arbor, Michigan. Elizabeth Williston, stenographer, Planning Dept., National India Rubber Co., Bristol. 1916 A Josephine Brogan, R. I. State Normal School T9, teacher. Byfield School, Bristol. James Brown, Byfield St., Bristol, R. I. Ida Butterworth, Warren, R. I. John Card, clerk, Cranston Worsted Mill, Bristol. Mary Coggeshall, Bryant Stratton Commercial School, clerk, Mailing Dept., National India Rubber Co., Bristol. Annie C. Dimond, Lasell Seminary T8, Church St., Bristol. Louise H. DeWolf, Walnut Hill School, T8, student, Wellesley College. Marion Dunbar, R. I. State Normal School, T9, teacher. Byfield School, Bristol. Nora Dwyer, Bryant Stratton Commercial School, clerk, Bristol Warren Water Works, Bristol. S. Wesley Gladding, daughtsman. Bird Son, East Walpole, Mass. Madeline Goddard, stenographer, Dutee Flint Co., Providence, R. I. Helen Kelley, stenographer, Traffic Dept., National India Rubber Co., Bristol. Mary Lonergan, R. I. State Normal School, T9, teacher, Walley School, Bristol. Catherine Morris, Westboro, Mass. Prescott Pauli, with Seth Pauli Co., Bristol. Dorothy Springer, R. I. State Normal School T9, teacher, Pawtucket, R. I. Carleton Spear, Wesleyan University, now assistant at Brown University, doing graduate work. Elizabeth Walsh, R. I. State Normal School T9, teacher. Byfield School, Bristol. Ernest Webb, U. S. Naval Academy. Annapolis, Md. 1917 Marguerite August, clerk, Keds Ticket Office, National India Rubber Co., Bristol. John August. Hope St., Bristol. Ruth Bassing, stenographer. Loose Wiles Biscuit Co., Providence, R. I. Elizabeth Beavis, stenographer. Wire Sales Office, National India Rubber Co., Bristol. Ethel Blaisdell, stenographer, Cranston Worsted Mills, Bristol. Charles Brownell, R. I. State College, Hope St., Bristol. Mary Cady, Children’s Librarian, Public Library, Warren, R. I. Lillian Donovan. Yeoman (F) U. S. Naval Service, Boston, Mass. Leah Gardiner. Mrs. Howard Gray, East Providence. R. I. Herbert Geisler, clerk. Purchasing Dept., National India Rubber Co., Bristol. J. Lloyd Haines, R. I. State College, New York. Ralph Kinder, with Samuel Kinder. Florist, Bristol. Lavinia MacDonald, clerk, Elliott-Fisher Co.. Providence, R. I. Ethel Makowski, Lasell Seminary. Mrs. Maurice Barron, 1469 Beacon St., Brookline, Mass. Elizabeth McGovern, stenographer. Wire Superintendent’s Office, N. I. R. Co., married April 25, 1921, to Harold W. Gifford of Bristol. Leonilda Sansone, student, Brown University. Mary Scanlon, R. I. State Normal School. ’20. teacher, Walley School, Bristol. Henry Serbst, R. I. State College, clerk. Planning Dept., National India Rubber Co., Bristol. Gladys Thurston, clerk. Accounting Dept., National India Rubber Co., Bristol. Edward Trudell, Lake Placid, New York. James Velleca. clerk. Accounting Dept., National India Rubber Co., Bristol. C. Clifford Wilson, clerk, Payroll Dept., National'India Rubber Co., Bristol. 1918 Helen Aldrich, R. I. State Normal School ’21, Providence Public Library, Providence, R. I. William Amanna, Riverside. R. I. Abraham Blackman, Accountant, Ward Fisher, Carpenter and Philbrick, Providence, R. I. Charles Blackman, Constitution St., Bristol. Laurine Bradford, student, Brown University. 26 THE GREEN AND WHITE Annie Coggeshall, student, Brown University. James Francis Connell, clerk. Wire Office. National India Rubber Co., Bristol. Sallie M. Crabb, Mrs. Harold B. Bray, 949 Hyde Park Boulevard, Chicago, 111. Marion Darling, Bryant Stratton Commercial School, elcrk. National India Rubber Co., Bristol. Charles F. Dimond, Jr., drowned in the Charles River, near Auburndale, Mass., on July 21. 1919, after saving his companion. Lawrence S. Edwards, student, Phillips Academy, at Andover, Mass. Ina Flowers, Bryant Stratton Commercial School, stenographer, Wire Sales Office, National India Rubber Co., Bristol. Charles L. Hughes, reporter. Providence News, Providence, R. I. George Ingraham, student, R. I. State College. Kingston. Joseph Kinder, student, R. I. State College. Kingston. Joseph Langello, Bryant Stratton Commercial School, clerk. Morris Plan Co., Providence, R. I. Alice Lemaire, clerk. Industrial Relations Office, National India Rubber Co., Bristol. Mary LeClair, Bryant Stratton Commercial School, stenographer, Industrial Relations Office, National India Rubber Co., Bristol. Adowilda Leteller, clerk, Accounting Dept., National India Rubber Co., Bristol. Charles Makowsky, student, Harvard University, Cambridge, Mass. Louise Malafronte, New England Conservatory of Music, Boston, music teacher, Bristol. Miriam McCaughey, student. Brown University. Helen Morris, Bryant Stratton Commercial School, stenographer, C. P. Hidden, lawyer. Providence, R. I. Margaret P. Murphy, clerk. Schedule Dept., National India Rubber Co., Bristol. Mary Newman, Bryant Stratton Commercial School, stenographer, Cranston Worsted Mill, Bristol. Elvira Pauli, clerk, Wire Office, National India Rubber Co., Bristol. Emily Pollock, Bryant Stratton Commercial School, stenographer. Industrial Relations Office, National India Rubber Co., Bristol. Helen Scanlon, student, R. I. College of Education. Annie Loretta Shippee, clerk, Packing Dept., Office, National India Rubber Co., Bristol. Robert B. Suzman, with F. E. Suzman, clothing, Bristol. Angela Sweeney, clerk, Barrington Lumber Co., Barrington, R. I. Mary Veronica Trainor, R. I. College of Education, ’21, teacher, Walley School. Bristol. Winifred Walsh, stenographer. Purchasing Dept., National India Rubber Co.. Bristol. Edna E. Webb. Mrs. James H. Allen. Washington, D. C. Stella E. Webb, civil service, Washington, D. C. 1919 Abner Bailey, student, R. I. State College. Kingston. William Baker, clerk. Callender Dept.. National India Rubber Co., Bristol. Sadie Baron, clerk. Schedule Dept., National India Rubber Co., Bristol. Sara Brechin, Mrs. Charles Morgan. Bristol. Charles Chace, Herreshoff Mfg. Co., Bristol. • Hezekiah Church, student, Bryant Stratton Commercial School, Providence. R. I. Lillian Church, Gibbs School, Providence, Burton St., Bristol. Anna Coggeshall, student, Browm University. George Cooke, student, Dartmouth College. Hanover, N. H. Priscilla Drury, student, Wheaton College. Bertha Farrington, Bryant Stratton Commercial School, stenographer. Industrial Trust Co., Providence Grace Fay. clerk, Schedule Dept., National India Rubber Co., Bristol. Gwendolyn Hodgdon, student. Bryant Stratton Commercial School, Providence, R. I. Aline Janson, student, St. Joseph’s Hospital Training School for Nurses, Providence, R. I. Harriet Kinder, Hope St., Bristol. James B. Lee, clerk, Wire Shipping Dept., National India Rubber Co., Bristol. Veronica McGovern, Bryant Stratton Commercial School, clerk, Wire Office, National India Rubber Co., Bristol. Harry Molasky, student, Bryant Stratton Commercial School, Providence, R. I. Teresa Morrissey, student R. I. Hospital Training School for Nurses, Providence. R. I. Alice Murphy, student, R. I. College of Education. Augustine Nerone, Boston College, Section Foreman, Packing Dept., National India Rubber Co., Bristol. Rose Pozzi, R. I. College of Education. ’21. training teacher, Walley School, Bristol. Edward Ryan, student. Providence College, Providence, R. I. Carolyn Vera, clerk. Wire Service Dept., National India Rubber Co., Bristol. 1920 Marion Brownell, stenographer, Wire THE GREEN AND WHITE 27 Office, National India Rubber Co., Bristol. Mary Bolster, 24 Bourn St., Bristol. Olive Coggeshall, student, Bryant Stratton Commercial School, Providence. Julia DeFelice, clerk, Schedule Dept., „ National India Rubber Co., Bristol. Annie Dunbar, Stitching Dept., National India Rubber Co., Bristol. Marguerite Dunbar, operator, Bristol Exchange, Providence Telephone Co. Gertrude Gray, Dimond Ave., Bristol. A. Milton Hill, student, R. I. State College, Kingston. Dorothy Hill, clerk, Keds Office, National India Rubber Co., Bristol. Hugh Kelley, clerk, Central Stores Office, National India Rubber Co., Bristol. Joseph Kelley, student, Holy Cross College, Worcester, Mass. Dorothy Kenney, Noyes Ave., Bristol. Vasta La Rocca, Wood St., Bristol. Catherine Marz, clerk. Schedule Dept., National India Rubber Co., Bristol. George Matheson, student, R. I. State College, Kingston. Elmer Mathewson, clerk, Cranston Worsted Mill, Bristol. Marguerite Murphy, student, Bryant Stratton Commercial School, Providence, R. I. Terrence Murphy, 78 State St., Bristol. Jessie Molasky, student, R. I. College of Education, Providence, R. I. Frederick Palmer, student, R. I. State College, Kingston. Susan Patstone, Stitching Dept., National India Rubber Co., Bristol. Gladys Pauli, 900 Hope St., Bristol. Mildred Pollock, clerk. Industrial Trust Co., Bristol. Angelo Pozzi, clerk. Accounting Dept., National India Rubber Co., Bristol. Elizabeth Sanford, student. Fresno High School and Junior College, Fresno, Cal. Frederick Serbst, Service Squad, National India Rubber Co., Bristol. George Stuart, Chemical Laboratory, National India Rubber Co., Bristol. Tames Sullivan, student, Holy Cross College, Worcester, Mass. Ethel Thiele, Stitching Dept., National India Rubber Co., Bristol. John Walsh, student, Providence College, Providence, R. I. George Yarlasavetsky, student, Bentley Business College, Boston, Mass. Harry Young, clerk. Wire Engineers Office, National India Rubber Co., Bristol. £JIIIIIIIIIIIC3IIIIIIIIIIIIC3IIIIIIIIIIIIC3IIIIIIIIIIIIC3lllllllllllli:3llllailllllllllllC3lllllllll!IIC3IIIIIIIIIIIIC3lllllllllillC2l!I!Iimil|r 5 COMPLIMENTS OF-- = | | I Chamber of Commerce! | | ! W 1 ..................... Ollll..IIE3IIIIII.C3IIIIII..111111111111C311111 f?- THE GREEN AND WHITE ADVERTISEMENTS lllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllltlllllllllllllllllir 11111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111.IIIIIIIIIIIIIIHIIIIIIIIIII'IIIIIIIIIIIII COMPLIMENTS OF— Pastime Theatre C H. DILLON, Manager llllllllllllllllllll lllllllllllllllllll iiiiiiimni 111111111111111111111111111111111111111111.1111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111I111111111111111111111111111111111111IIIIIIlllllllllllllllllllltillII mini it iiiiii'ii tu t in nit n:stt' lllllllllllllllll111111111111IIIIIII II II II 8 r — r 3 I THE GREEN AND WHITE ADVERTISEMENTS WE SPECIALIZE IN APPROPRIATE GRADUATION AND WEDDING PRESENTS IN A GREAT VARIETY OF PRICES. JEWELER—OPTICIAN Edward D. Kunz ««roi, ... COMPLIMENTS OF- J. A. JANSON 22 STATE STREET BRISTOL, R. I. ufADniuri i i nunropn lYOU’LL FINO IT AT W TltOWEU. LUMBER CO.. IF YOU FIND IT IN TOWNj limiu II LLL LUIVIUI.il uu. BRISTOL, R. I. . Lowest Cost. Greatest Financial Strength. THE CONNECTICUT MUTUAL LIFE INSURANCE CO. GLADYS L. CRAPO, Agent 706 UNION TRUST BUILDING PROVIDENCE, R. I. A. A. Gimtmtbfl (!lfl. Real Estate, Insurance, Mortgages. 54 STATE STREET BRISTOL, R. I. Typewriters and Adding Machines Sold and Rented. COMPLIMENTS OF- Star Theatre THE GREEN AND WHITE ADVERTISEMENTS COMPLIMENTS OF HAMILL’S STORE y 1 COMPLIMENTS OF I. PHENES Tailor—31 State St. COMPLIMENTS OF M. C. M. C. M. = ! = I COMPLIMENTS OF ! JOHN THE TAILOR i COMPLIMENTS OF MICHAEL PELLAM A. C. PANZARELLA DRY GOODS AND SHOES 401 Wood Street. COMPLIMENTS OF A FRIEND i COMPLIMENTS OF LEONARD DIGATI . COMPLIMENTS OF S. T. DeFELICE COMPLIMENTS OF— SAMUEL MOLASKY COMPLIMENTS OF SAMUEL McCAW Market and Groceries COMPLIMENTS OF C. GERMANO Fruit, Groceries and Meat. ; SURPRISE STORE V'our Graduation Needs are at this place. COMPLIMENTS OF J. F. XAVIER COMPLIMENTS OF A. E. MARKOFF _____ y-f-,2 ' : COMPLIMENTS OF R. C. QUIRK ESTATE A. EISENSTADT BELVEDERE HOTEL Clothing and Dry Goods Store. COMPLIMENTS OF A. A. A. A. A. 1921 COMPLIMENTS OF H. DARLING COMPLIMENTS OF LES TROIS NOIX ! COMPLIMENTS OF SAM THE SHOEMAN COMPLIMENTS OF THE THREE BEARS i COMPLIMENTS OF PARDEY BROS. Casino COMPLIMENTS OF R. B. R. B. R. 1924-S ■■ ■ — ■ - — THE GREEN AND WHITE ADVERTISEMENTS H. KEMPH, JR. Peckham Davis Ice Cream Special Orders for all occasions. 631 HOPE STREET i COMPLIMENTS OF MISS NORA SULLIVAN COMPLIMENTS OF GEORGE T. SISSON COMPLIMENTS OF FAGER SOUTHEY COMPLIMENTS OF CONNOR’S GARAGE f COMPLIMENTS OF A. M. GOFF Groceries and Provisions. Telephone 350-R COMPLIMENTS OF COMPLIMENTS OF CONNERY’S SOUSA’S MARKET STRAW HATS 503-505 WOOD STREET Correct style. COMPLIMENTS OF 'COMPLIMENTS OF KAPPA BETA RH( RYONE FARR C. M. H. S. Garage COMPLIMENTS OF COMPLIMENTS OF THE WALDRON CO. FRANKLIN ST. GARAGE i 'I THE GREEN AND WHITE ADVERTISEMENTS COMPLIMENTS OF E. W. WEAVER Contractor COMPLIMENTS OF THE JOLLY FOUR Ware, Mass. COMPLIMENTS OF MR. AND MRS. JACOB MOLASKY 44 State Street COMPLIMENTS OF CALLAN COMPLIMENTS OF NORTHUP BROS. Ice Cream and Lunches. . COMPLIMENTS OF CONSTRUCTION CO. MAYFLOWER STORE COMPLIMENTS OF CHARLES GORDON COMPLIMENTS OF COMPLIMENTS OF F. M. DIMOND COMPLIMENTS OF SETH PAULL CO. SPERLING BROS. -d Mp'l ftlENTS OF F. T. REMIERES ,A. L. JOHNSTON Dealer In Paints, Hardware, Seeds, ii Wall Paper, Farming Implements.