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

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THE GREEN AND WHITE 13 Seem to pierce your thumping heart. Then your knees begin to shake. As though you were in the midst of a great earth-quake. But by this time your piece is through, And with a heartfelt sigh you recede from view. CATHERINE F. FAY, ’25. CLASS NOTES Nearly four long years ago a number of young students appeared at the doors of the Colt High School bright and early. They were as small and just as good as fairies are supposed to be. It was the Class of 1922. During their first year they gave a party in the Trinity Parish House, chaperoned by Miss Young and Miss Sisson, their class advisors. With the courage of lions they invited the Seniors. The party was a brilliant success. • By the next fall this class had become so learned that they were now Sophomores. When a Hallowe’en party to be given by the three upper classes was proposed, the Cass of 1922 was there to do its share. Members of the Class were everywhere, flitting here and there, ha d!v beinnr noticed, for they were just as tiny and quiet as they had been the preceding October. When the first day of May dawned clear and warm, the class was to be found in front of the beautiful high school readv for a May walk. There being no school that day, the May walk was turned into a picnic. While down at Poppasquash Point where the ever-watchful eyes of the Seniors and Juniors could not pry. these young people indulged in sports that they had forfeited when they had been raised to the high and esteemed state of Sophomores. The next February there was a very heavy snow-fall. All day there were faint whispers of “sleigh-ride.” At 1.15 plans were made for a sleigh-ride. That evening every member of the class appeared, bundled up like Eskimos. They waited and waited, and waited, and still they waited, but thmr coaches did not arrive. Finally the telephone rang. “We could have the sleighs but no horses.” They would not go far without horses. The class disbursed heavy-hearted, but still with hopes of a ride the next evening. But it did not come. Again they went on a May walk. The sun broke through the clouds like a ball of fire. The Juniors were happy as they walked briskly along. It was not long before they walked more briskly to find shelter, for Fate had decreed against them. The rain fell heavily and steadily, while the class took refuge on the piazza of the Potter house. At last it stopped and they hurried for home and dry clothes and then school. Then came the “Prom.” The most successful one ever given. It was in honor of the Seniors, but Sophomore and Freshmen were there and enjoyed themselves immensely. But best of all was the Senior year. It brought a greater wealth of dignity, sophistication and managing ability. This wonderful class gave its first dance October 28, 1921. It was a great success. Another dance was given January 27, 1922. and if possible it was more brilliant than the one before. Then came the Food Fair! The Cass of 1922 worked as i't had never worked before. These still small people fluttered about decorating, delivering, and doing errands until the auditorium was so transformed that it could not be recognized. Good work never goes unrewarded and this did not. On April 28, the Juniors gave a “Prom in our honor. Although the Seniors had not grown in height thev certainly had in dignity (Juniors note). Thank you, Juniors, for the splendid time you gave us. Now a number of the gifted actors and actresses of the Juniors and Seniors are rehearsing a play for our benefit. It is to be given in Tune and it will be like everything else we have given, at least in the money line. The Class of 1922 will soon be gone and before many of them lies a glorious future when their names will be spoken of with reverence and awe. REGINA M. MORRIS, ’22. -----o------ PLAYS AND PLAYERS OF C. M. H. S, PLAYS PLAYERS “Little Minister” .............. Edgett “Cat and Canaries” ............ Glee Club “The Old Nest” ....... Mr. Strong’s Office “Danger Ahead” .................. Exams

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12 THE GREEN AND WHITE was this house? Was it one cf the places before mentioned? He entered it and was lost to view. You will be surprised to find that it was the '•POOR HOUSE.” ARLEEN HOLM. '24. -----o----- TOM’S CHRISTMAS It was the month of December, a cold, dreary month, with many severe storms which had played havoc with the small fishing vessels that sailed from Province-town harbor to the Newfoundland Banks. So far, the Iliad, which was the most up-to-date and fully equipped fishing schooner that plied the trade between these two ports, had escaped the wTath of the storms. It was in the middle of December, when the Iliad made her last trip from the Newfoundland Banks, when she encountered a terrible hurricane. The night was very dark and cold, and the wind was blowing a gale, driving before it a furious blizzard. Tom, the eighteen years old son of a lighthouse keeper, was a husky six-footer, and a Senior at the Provincetown High School. This stormy night he was alone with his mother to care for the light. His father had gone to Provincetown that morning to do some shopping, leaving Tom and his mother at home. While the lighthouse keeper was away, the blizzard came up, one of the most extraordinary ones which had ever been witnessed on the bleak shores of New England. Under such conditions, Tom’s father did not venture to return. That night Tom took his father’s place by attending to the large lamp in the tower. After Tom had lighted the lamp, and had partaken of his supper, he went into the tower again. While the wind howled fiercely about the tower, Tom was hammering. hammering away on the key of his wireless, which was connected to the tower. About nine o’clock, when he found he could pick up no message, and just as he was going to close the current and take off his receiving piece, he heard a faint buzzing sound in his ears. Now it was more distinct, and slowly he heard the death defying message : “S-O-S—Struck rocks off Race Point. L. H. about mile and one-half from shore, to the northwest.” With as little information as that, Tom decided to rescue the men if it were possible, for the Race Point L. H. was the very one he was attending. Tom quickly slipped on his oilskins, told his mother the message, and immediately struck out into the blinding blizzard for the life guard house. Tom ran the whole distance without even stopping for his breath. He arrived at the lifeguard station, rang the bell, a distress signal, and walked in, all out of breath. He delivered his message and ran back to the lighthouse. Soon there were three twentv-foot cutters starting from shore, towards the wreck. The billows tossed very high that night, and the blinding blizzard made it hard for the men to row. But Tom, who had gone back to the light, was not idle during this time. He had launched his father’s eighteen-foot dory, and was far ahead of the regular life-savers, for his father’s boat was much lighter than the cutters of the lifeguards. When he had reached the first mile, he was very tired but he would not give in. His sturdy hands clutched the oars more firmly and once more he struck out with all his strength. The lifeguards were now approaching, for Tom, nearly exhausted, could not row so fast, but he managed to reach the wrecked schooner first He took on as many men as his boat could carry, told the remaining crew that the lifeguards were coming, and made for shore. All had gone well so far, but now his boat was loaded to the limit, and it made matters very dangerous. Twice the cutter nearly capsized on its way to the shore, and more than once did the surge of some roaring billow envelop the frail craft as though it were about to devour her. The blizzard also added to the discomfort of the men. who were nearly frozen before they reached shore. Once more when only one hundred and fifty feet from shore the boat would have capsized, but for the strong and sturdy arms of Tom who could master the dory as well and perhaps better than a well experienced seaman. After the men reached shore, they were provided for. Two days later Tom was proclaimed a hero in all New England papers. That year he spent a most beautiful Christmas by going to Washington, where on Christmas day he partook of his dinner in the White House with the President of our country, and later in the day at a formal ceremony. Tom was presented a very beautiful gold medal—the highest honor bestowed on any one in this country for bravery and heroism. RENE DAGENAIS, ’24. ------o----- WEDNESDAY MORNING Oh! it’s awful to recite, You shake and tremble so with fright, And in the chair you sit and wait, Wondering if the next name will decide your fate. Then to the platform front you walk. You think your heart will surely stop, And when your piece you try to speak. You only stammer and gaze at your feet. The auditorium seems to whirl, And lips with a terrible scorn to curl, And eyes like arrows sharp.

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14 THE GREEN AND WHITE The Silent Call” ............... Probation “One Glorious Day” ................ Saturday “Forbidden Trail”.....Hope St. (At Recess) “Success or Failure” ............. Seniors Blossom Time” -------------- Graduation Let’s Go” 1.15 “The Circle” ........... Complete Failure “Fables .......... Excuses for Tardiness Way Down East” .....Stage (in Auditorium) “Where is My Wandering Boy” Easterbrooks “Peck’s Bad Boy”............. Doran (Ed.) By LOUIS EVANS. BASE BALL At the close of last year’s base ball season, Stetson Clowes was elected manager for the coming season and Carmin2 Bruno captain. Practice started early in March, with a large squad of candidates. These were thinned out. however, by Profs. Wisbev and Thompson, the coaches, until only 12 remained to represent the Colt High School on the diamond. Monev was raised to defray expenses by selling pins and arm bands. We lost our first game to St. Marv’s School on the common. April 25, 14-4. We won our next game, which was at Central Falls, April 28, 9-7. Our next game was with Warwick, May 2. which was lost, 15-7. A week later we defeated Warren, 14-10. On Wednesday, May 10, we went to South Kingston where we were defeated 14-7. Our next game was played at Bliven Field, the use of which was kindly granted by the management of the Bristol Base Ball Association. Here we defeated St. Joseph’s High School of Newport, May 16. 9-8, and South Kingston, May 24, 6-3, which was their first defeat of the season, and Colt's first victory over them in four years. We defeated Central Falls in a return game. May 26. 9-6. The following games remain to be played : June 2—Warwick at Warwick. June 6—St. Joseph’s High at Newport. June 9—Barrington at Barrington. June 13—New Bedford at Bristol. June 16—Barrington at Bristol. June 20—Wa-ren at Warren. Open—Alumni. The Joke Editor will be pleased to explain any of the jokes not understood. They stood on the bridge at midnight. And he tickled her face with his toes; But he was only a mosquito. And the bridge was the bridge of her nose —Ex. Why is a girl like a pencil?” “I don’t know.” “Because every fellow should have one of his own and not borrow the other fellow’s.”—Ex. The editor may dig and toil Till his finger-tips are sore; But some poor boob is bound to say “I’ve heard that joke before.”—Ex. First Freshie: “They say a cat has nine lives.” Second Freshie: “That’s nothing.” First Freshie: “Why isn’t it?” Second Freshie : “Why a frog croaks every night.”—Ex. A woodpecker lit on a freshman’s head And settled down to drill; He bored away for an hour or more, And then he broke his bill.”—Ex. A freshman stood on the burning deck, But as far as we can learn He stood with perfect safety, He was far too green to burn.—Ex.