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

Text from Pages 1 - 36 of the 1923 volume:

THE GREEN AND WHITE ADVERTISEMENTS ! Up-To-Date Barber Shop Larry Roderick, Proprietor I Compliments of HENRY DARLING NATIONAL BAKERY Corner Wood and Franklin Streets. 1 Compliments of I. PHENES PATRICK F. MAHONEY Ice Cream and Soda, Lunches. Compliments of LOUIS LEVY Compliments of L. MOLASKY Compliments of A. D. LOLLO Compliments of | RICHARD C. QUIRK, EST. Compliments of JOHN THE TAILOR OWEN MENNA 253 Wood Street. Candy and Cigar Store. WARREN HARDWARE COMPANY A. R. NOTTO Barber Shop Compliments of LOUIS BENJAMIN TAYLOR’S QUALITY SHOE STORE BARNEY LEVITEN Furniture Bought and Sold. CAMPANELLO BROS. 219 Wood Street PETER GUSITIANY Meats and Groceries Compliments of F. T. REMIERES MISS VESTA JOSEPHSON REMNANT STORE 76 Constitution Street i Compliments of LEONARD DIGATI B. PHILLIPS WARREN, R. I. Compliments of MRS. H. P. SERBST Compliments of A FRIEND GREEN WHITE Standing. Left to Right—Jeanette Thurston, Miss Annie Arleen Holm. Seated. Left to Right—Leon Kenney, Eileen Moore, Sidney Makowsky. EDITORIAL STAFF D. Sisson, Samuel Eisenberg, Miss Sara C. Callan. Edward Rinaldi, James Ruggiero. Margaret Nerotie, H 2 m o 70 m m z z a 2 H m dmtt mb Itytte VOL. 1. JUNE, 1923 NO. L ISSUED BY THE STUDEXTS OF THE COLT MEMORIAL HIGH SCHOOL. BRISTOL. R. I. BOAJ D of EDITORS Editor-in-Chicf—JAMES RUGGIERO. Associate Editor SIDNEY MAKOWSKY Business Manager MARGARET NERONE Assistant Business Manager LEVERETT EDGETT Circulation Manager EILEEN MOORE Literary Editors ARLEEN HOLM LEON KENNEY Exchange Editor SAMUEL EISENBERG Joke Editor EDWARD RINALDI Alumni Editor ANNIE D. SISSON Assistant Circulation Manager JEANETTE THURSTON Faculty Adviser SARA C. CALL AN 1_______TABLE OF EDITORIAL .......................... 4 LITERATURE ......................... 5 An Interview With the President..... 5 A Double Wedding ................... 6 Language Land ..................... 7 Try and Get It ................... 8 I Should Like to Know ............. 8 The Way of Ships ................... 8 Colt Memorial High School .......... 9 The Noise in the Cellar............. 9 At the Bottom of the Lake ......... 10 A Sailor’s Dream .................. II Dragons of the Air ................ 11 Appearances Are Deceitful ......... 11 Clever Bobby ...........„.......... 12 Jean's Trip to New York ......... 12 CONTENTS Song of the Lark ................... u Curious People ..................... 14 SCHOOL NOTES 14 Class History ...................... 14 Exchanges ......................... 15 A Word to the Wise is Sufficient ... 15 Achievement Certificates ........... 16 As Others Seem to Us .............. 16 Rapid Calculation Certificates ..... 16 Honor Roll ...................... 16 Twice-Told Tales ................... 16 ATHLETICS ........................ 17 Base Ball .......................... 17 Track .............................. 17 CHIPS .............................. 20 ALUMNI ............................. 22 4 THE GREEN AND WHITE Editorial THE GREEN AND WHITE The Green and White is a medium by which the citizens of the town of Bristol are brought in closer contact with the pupils by seeing what can be accomplished by them. They read the literary columns and note the great advance in literature and English; they read the review of the Senior class, the base ball reports; they smile at the jokes, they discover where our alumni are. It not only divulges information about the school, but also brings the classes into closer contact. -----o------ DON’T NEGLECT THE CHANCE FOR A COLLEGE EDUCATION There is a book called Who’s Who in America,” which includes a list of about twenty-five thousand of the best known living Americans. It doesn’t matter what line a man makes his name in, whether in business, or in engineering, or in agriculture, or in some profession, if he is a leader, his name gets into this list. The point about this list that is of most importance to high school students is that almost three-quarters of these leading men and women have attended college. Now you know very well that not over one person in fifteen goes to college, yet it is those few who do go to college that furnish the greater part of the leaders in our country. If you are looking forward to making the greatest possible success out of your life you should make every effort to attend a college. You need a college education in order to take your place with the best men and women in the doing of the bigger jobs of life. The State of Rhode Island has realized that many young men and women cannot afford the seven hundred or a thousand dollars a year which it costs to go to one of the endowed Universities and has provided a free State College at Kingston so that it will be possible for almost any High School graduate in the state to continue his education through college at almost no expense, except for board and room. For day students the cost is only $60 a year. The Rhode Island State College is growing rapidly each year and now has a teaching force and courses that compare favorably with those in any college or university. The new courses in Business Administration and finance will be of especial interest to all who are planning a business career. The Rhode Island State College is maintained by the state in order that Rhode Island may have the largest possible number of successful leaders in its business and industries and professions. It offers you the opportunity of “The best education at the least expense” in order that you may profit by its instruction and on graduation may be readv to take a larger responsibility in the affairs of the state and nation. -----o------ C. M. H. S. MEN AT STATE COLLEGE Four men from the Colt Memorial High School are now at Rhode Island State College. Abner H. Bailey, who graduated in 1919, is now a senior in the Applied Science course, and a member of Theta Chi fraternity. During the last two years he has been on his class track team, and during his Sophomore, Junior and Senior ’■ears he has earned his varsity letter on the track team. Bailey has been on the cross-country team for the past three years and has been on his class basket ball team, and for two years has been a member of the college band. Since his Sophomore year he has been a member of the Rhode Island Club. Abner has been making an especially good record on the College cross-country team and has done considerable distance work on the track. Alfred H. Hill, a junior in the electrical engineering course, is also a member of Theta Chi fraternity. He has been active in athletics and has been on his class basket ball, foot ball and base ball teams. He also took a part in the Freshman-Sophomore rope pull. George A. Mathewson, a junior in the electrical engineering course, is a member of Delta Alpha Psi fraternity. George is a member of the State College Engineering society. THE GREEN AND WHITE 5 AN INTERVIEW WITH THE PRESIDENT 1 had taken a new resolution to study my history, so directly after supper I began. The lesson was about Lincoln’s administration. At 10 o'clock I went to bed still thinking of the history, quite sure that I would know it the next day. In the morning 1 heard some one calling me very loudly. I ran down stairs to find the family in the dining room. Father was reading the morning Journal when 1 entered. “Congratulations, Marjorie,” said he, laying the Journal down. For what, Dad?” I asked. “Why don’t you know that you have been chosen to represent your high school at a conference in Washington? There will be one girl from every high school in the United States. Aren’t you proud to represent the Colt High School?” 1 certainly am,” 1 said, “but I didn’t know about the conference before.” “It was supposed to be a surprise,” lie told me. “Your mother has been planning for you, so all you will have to do is to go to Providence and there you will meet several other girls. Then, take the train for Washington. You will have to hurry because you have slept over time.” I took the 8.20 train from Bristol and arrived in Providence at 9 o’clock in time to catch the 9.05 for Washington. It was raining and as 1 got tired of looking out of the window, I dozed off to sleep. It seemed that I slept for about ten minutes when someone tapped me on the shoulder, and 1 awoke to find all the passengers getting off the train. I did likewise. To my dismay 1 lost my pocketbook. I thought that I would ask the President to lend me some money to get home again so I inquired the way to the White House. The girls who were on the train with me had disappeared; so I was left alone with my troubles. I started off for the White House and was met at the door by a man in a swallow-tail coat. He told me that Mr. Lincoln was busy, but w'ould probably see me in five minutes. I thought it would not be a bad idea to explore the White House while I waited, as it would probably be the last chance I'd have. For five minutes I walked up and down the corridors peering into every room that was open. Left to myself, I began to think things strange. The man who had met me at the door had told me that Mr. Lincoln would see me. If I had been living perhaps fifty or seventy-five years before this would not have seemed strange, but to go to the White House in 1923 and he told that would see Mr. Lincoln was very queer. 1 had expected to see President Harding, of course. Every one knew that Lincoln was dead years ago. Everything seemed confused. The man returned then and said that the President would see me at once. What President? I asked myself. I followed the man into a large room and saw President Lincoln seated at a desk. 1 looked again to make sure it was he. He arose and came toward me. How do you do, my little girl,” said he. “What can f do for you?” I was so surprised that I didn’t know what to say. I could only smile. “How do you like our city?” he asked. “Very well, thank you,” I managed to say. “Well, well, my child, time is precious. What can I do for you?” he asked in a gruff voice. “I would like to have you tell me about the Lincoln-Dottglas debate, please. We have to know all about it for our history lesson tomorrow' and I wish you would tell me about it.” “Well, I will tell you. It was a great day —” he started. Just then a loud crash came and the building collapsed. Somewhere in the distance I could hear someone speaking very quietly at first. “Yes, I don’t know whether she has sleeping sickness or not, but I’ve been calling her for at least four hours. Slowly I opened my eyes. My mother and father were standing beside the bed looking at me. “Whatls the matter?” I asked. “Nothing, except that it is one o’clock and you have been in bed five hours too long.” Well. I’m too late for history class anyway,” I said as I slowdy got up. MARJORIE BURGESS, ’23. 6 THE GREEN AND WHITE A DOUBLE WEDDING The Wintings were prosperous: they owned a Colonial cottage at Newport. Old J. H. was a successful attorney. Mrs. Wintings always poured at the Bowside Club's teas and mastered a lorgnette skillfully ; Bud had “made” the fraternity his first year at Yale, and Helen (pronounced He leen by her mother) had just completed her year at the most exclusive finishing school New York offered and Chester Moright had taken her to the Harvard-Yale game last season. When Helen arrived at Springlodge, their Newport home, she met the family at dinner. After a tete-a-tete Mr. Wintings, clearing his throat, said, “Well, Helen you are now twenty years old; when your grandmother was twenty my father was through courting her and they were married.” “Father, do you mean to insinuate that you desire that I marry?” questioned Helen indignantly. “Now, Sis, father meant well but he did not have the power, or nerve, to express himself. He thinks you should marry because, because—well simply because grandmother did,” declared Bud, the “would-be” peace-maker. “Now, dear, Chester Moright”—started Mrs. Wintings. “But mother,” interrupted the daughter, “I am tired of hearing his name. He does not interest me. He is not my idea of what a husband should be. I don’t want to be reminded of his wealth. When I marry, I will not marry money. I am not inclined to marry for money, simply love.” With a little shrug of her shoulder and wave of her hand she walked through the French window to the porch. That ended Helen’s troubles for a time but the following day she was at the pier swimming and her brother whispered—“Good for you, Sister, I don’t want you to marry Ches. He is all right but the world’s wrong. Won’t you enlighten me as to your ‘Perfect Man’ type?” Bud, I’d love to. Get the canoe and we will take a little paddle, answered Helen, brightening up at the thought of her dear ninteen-years-old brother taking such a kindly interest. As they drifted along the water, Helen, paddling the canoe in clean, even strokes, said, “He is a brunette, six feet, two inches in height, and has the manners of a Chesterfield. He swims, rides, skates, plays golf, and tennis, and is not afraid of work and really works. Furthermore, he believes and worships God as so manv men of this century have forgotten to do. She, herself, was an excellent example of American girlhood, her bathing suit of brown jersey doing justice to her athletic figure and tanned skin. “Helen, do you think you will find him— I mean find that he is someone that loves you?” inquired her brother. “Bud, you know Ned Brightman, from Heason Institute of Technology, who is studying the textile business at Sax Stones Mills in Bristol,” replied the girl. He is certainly one hundred per cent., has the Phi Beta Kappa key and many other honors. He lacks nothing—nothing but money,” spoke Bud, losing enthusiasm at his last remark. Shame! I little thought you would be so silly—money, money, I am not marrying for money. I am going over to my charming little house this afternoon and get accustomed to my new mode of living. I must clean the paint, wash windows, hang pictures, tack screens, and do a number of little things that Ned won't have time to bother about. No, I am not going to take our poor old Joe, or the chauffeur, to help me, but you may c6me and let your sister show you a few examples of her housecraft ability,” happily remarked Helen. Helen’s house was ready, her simple trousseau completed, her mother almost reconciled to her poor marriage, and her wedding had arrived. It was the most perfect day for a bride, the sun shone brightly and a light breeze cooled the summer air; on the whole such a day makes one have a happy heart to think he had such a world to live in. As she and her husband, who looked more like a handsome big brother, left the garden, where they had just been married, her father came toward them laughing slyly and joyfully. “My little daughter has had a double wedding,” said he. Why dad, what do you mean? questioned Helen in bewilderment. Oh you married the “Perfect” man and also money,” Mr. Wintings declared as he opened a large envelope and took a sheet of paper and read the following: DEAR MR. WINTINGS: Mr. Edward Brightman, a young man of excellent character, invented a weaving machine of the finest type authorities have ever seen and worked until late at night, and sometimes until dawn, to make it a “big thing,” a success,—something worth while. Realizing the profit derived from the above mentioned machine, I stole it from his workshop last month, planning to use it myself. I am now dying and I want to make repentance to the man—the greatest man, workman, technologist, and gentleman in my factory—whom I tried to cheat by keeping his machine which is wrapped care- THE GREEN AND WHITE 7 fully in a green blanket in my safe which is locked and the key lost. I also want this man, my friend, and benefactor, to enjoy the riches I have enjoyed; therefore I bequeath to him and his wife, your daughter, my entire fortune. You, I know, are the father-in-law of the best example of an American Ideal or what the English call “A Man’s Man” and his wife, the finest example of a girl that had to fight a finishing school and the social butterfly stage of life and came on top as a sensible little wife of a working man. “You rascal, you never told us you were a genius,” broke in Mr. Wintings as he threw aside the paper he had been reading. Why, my dears, the name of Mr. and Mrs. Brightman will be as famous as that of Shakespeare or Bernhardt.” “Poor old Mr. Sax was getting feeble and I knew he did not do this while in perfect mind so I have waited, sometimes becoming anxious, but always realizing the better qualities of a man is sure to outdo the weaker. I have the key to his safe. I found it at my door and I saw his name on it, so kept it until I was told to go after my little toy machine, which is a “big thing,” said Ned. “You did not tell me your secret, Ned,” quietly said Mrs. Brightman. “No, darling, I knew we both would be happier if you married me thinking I was not wealthy,” declared Ned, comfortingly. “Nevertheless, I want to live in our little house and do my own work. Well, daddy, I did not marry money knowingly.” emphatically remarked Helen. “No. no dear, you did not, but there is no denying it certainly was a double wedding,” exclaimed her father in a more emphatic tone. PEGGY NERONE, '23. ------o----- LANGUAGE LAND Helen had to write a theme. How she detested them, and it was such a nice day for a hike. Well. Helen began to sing softly, swinging back and forth in the hammock under the apple tree. The air was heavy with the odor of lilacs. Soon she became drowsy and—where was she? This was surely a queer spot. An immense field stretched out before her; queer little figures darted here, there and everywhere. Some looked like Question Marks, others like Dashes. “How funny,” laughed Helen aloud, “I never saw such funny little people. Where can I be? Is this the land of pigmies?” Helen started to walk towards a beautiful flower-bed which she could see in the distance when suddenly from behind the shrubbery out darted a queer little individual, who, approaching Helen, bowed low and said, “Pardon me, fair stranger, you appear lost. May I be of any assistance?” “I— I— I— am,” replied Helen. “I started out to write a theme, but suddenly—” “Oh ! Oh! don’t be alarmed, you are in the very best place imaginable. This is the land of flowery language. Let me introduce myself, I am Sir Knight of the Question Mark; and if you want me to, I would gladly conduct you all around our domain, answering all questions. Let us proceed.” Oh! here comes my good friend, Sir Knight of the Common Nouns. A most illustrious family. Ah ! his beautiful daughters are with him. Have you met them? No? Well let me introduce them—Collective, Abstract and Verbal. These children are most famous—and are received in the very best of society. Occasionally, they are much abused and misunderstood, but as you know that is the price of popularity.” “Their names sound very familiar,” said Helen. “And their cousins, the Pronouns,” he continued. “There are many branches to this family, but the most popular are the I, You and He branch. I is most illustrious, ruling the world with his most powerful will. I must always have first place, You must take second place, and He must always rank third. I am sorry to relate, however, that there are many hard cases in this family—” “Oh yes, I know that,” interrupted Helen. “Our teacher is always harping on Dative and Accusative.” Helen and her companion, Sir Knight of the Question Mark, walked on through many mysterious lanes until finally they came to some queer little people whom the Knight introduced as the Verb Family, remarking that some members of this family were quite Active while others were more Passive. Just then a shrill cry was heard. In answer to Helen’s inquiring look her guide explained that two members of the family, I Can and I Won’t were having a quarrel. “It’s quite disgraceful how stubborn I Won’t is,” said the Knight, “but I Can has the most wonderful disposition, and his progress for that reason is most remarkable. I Won’t will never set the world afire.” As the quarrel was getting too noisy, Helen and her companion moved on. They then walked into a tiny little building where an entertainment was in progress. Here they found Lady Adjective and her cousin Lady Adverb. Helen’s guide explained that the retinue of Lady Adjective was very large, some of the members s THE GREEN AND WHITE were very Proper while others were more Demonstrative, and like all communities some were quite Indefinite; Suddenly a shrill little voice piped up: “I am the Lord of High Degree, High Degree, High Degree, “I am the Lord of High Degree, As you can easily see.” Scarcely had he finished when two other voices piped out: Little Brother and Sister are we, On time and place we must agree Or woe betide both you and me. Time, place, manner, and degree, We all belong to the same family tree.” “How clever,” exclaimed Helen, “that is such an easy way to remember.” “The Preposition and the Conjunctions have disagreed. And so here I am, high up in a tree.” Helen looked up, sure enough, there was a little figure astride a beam—swaying back and forth merrily. Sir Knight laughed. Well, I guess our little friend, Preposition, is up to one of his usual pranks. He is supposed to be a messenger, but he does like to tease. I suppose he has been annoying the Conjunctions. Now, as you will know, the Conjunctions are more or less troublesome, especially Sir If, and Sir But. Sad to relate, many a fair proposition has been ruined by them.” Well I know that,” murmured Helen, if was the cause of all my trouble—If—” “The Noun and Pronoun and Adjective tall. All attended the Language Ball. The Preposition and Conjunction demurely danced While the Interjection madly pranced. Mr. Verb was just a little forlorn Because Miss Adverb was not along. The music was furnished by the Colon Band. Assisted by Sir Question Mark, the cornetist grand.” “Well, that surely is good. I shall write all about this for my theme. I must jot down a few notes,” and Helen reached out to take a note book when her hand encountered something hot. She started up to find her dog “King Tut” kissing her hand. E. DORIS BULLOCK, ’23. ------o------ “TRY AND GET IT” An excuse for being late. 100% for late work in the C. M. H. S. Two more points if one has 83% to get a Commercial Diploma. A permit to stand on the west side of Hope street. A smile from the teachers when the pupils have not studied their lessons. The right to do what you want to in any class room without the teacher saying, “Leave the rocm. MARION VERA, ’23. -----o------ I SHOULD LIKE TO KNOW— 1. How Marion Vera curls her hair? 2. Where Arthur buys clothes to fit him? 3. Why Emma likes Warren? 4. Who the Warren fellow is, Blanche? 5. If Doris Bullock counts her calories? 6. Why George Sparks likes them young? 7. Where Howard gets his jokes? 8. What Adrian's favorite book is? 9. Where Ida got that sneeze? 10. Where Jimmie Goff got his laugh? 11. Where Jimmie Ruggiero spends recess? 12. What happened to the Spaghetti Weekly,” Sammy Phenes? 13. Where Peggy, Marjorie and Herman go afternoons in the truck? 14. What Eddie’s favorite flower is? 15. What pie Maisano likes best? 16. Where the Frat. pin Doris wore has gone? 17. Who Nancy’s special is? 18. If the Eisenbergs ever flirt? 19. Why Charlie MacDonald likes her? 20. Why Annie does her hair up now? 21. How John Scanlon “gets that way?” 22. Why Genevieve is almost always late? 23. Where Marion Jones got that laugh? 24. Why Jimmie Stoughton has so many “chickens.” 25. Who lives in Providence, Carroll? 26. If it is really serious, Frances? 27. What Margaret's favorite amusement is? 28. When Dora is going to study in Europe? 29. When Church is to announce it ? 30. Why Bruno has a closed truck? 31. If George Trainor is going to become a “regular artist?” 32. When is Amelia going to wear them them longer and it higher? 33. If Elizabeth Marz will ever stop talking? 34. Why Elizabeth Kelley stays in at night ? CATHLEEN BARTON, '23. -------o----- THE WAY OF SHIPS The people of the small city of Newport, in Rhode Island, were in an excited state of mind. They see ships very often, for many sailors come there in United States cruisers, but a large new ship of approximately one hundred and forty-five feet in length and twenty-five feet in width landed THE GREEN AND WHITE 9 there, in one of the docks the night before. Why should all the people be excited? It was a large cruiser, but it was flying the American colors. The only thing mysterious was that the crew were never seen in Newport before. Why had it landed? It was in no need of repairs. The crew of the steamer were perfect gentlemen. They did not try to “turn the town upside down,” as some sailors were in the habit of doing. They were invited to all the parties and dances that were held in Newport since their arrival, and not once was one of the crew held for misconduct. About a week later it was announced that the large steamship was to sail for France the next morning. A farewell party was held for the crew, and everyone in Newport was very happy that evening. The sun was just sending forth its first warm rays, when, at exactly 5 a. m., the steamer moved out of the dry dock. With both smoke-stacks pouring out clouds of smoke the large ship picked up momentum as it sped its way onward. In the grim distance a blast of steam poured forth from the top of the cruiser, and the whistle was heard. This was repeated three times, and was answered by a passing tug. What boat wouldn’t answer this perfect ship which looked so beautiful in the water, and flying the American flag, too? The cruiser had made about a thousand miles out when the sun had finished its daily circuit of the heavens, and was setting in the west. A rough sea was coming on, and the ship tossed like a cork in the heavy waters. No sailors were seen on deck; they were all in their cabins to await a calm sea. The wind grew stronger, the waves dashed higher and a terrible storm came on. And what made it more difficult for the steamer, was that the engines refused to function. The ship was now left to the mercy of the elements. What was this coming its wav? It was another ship appearing in the distance. It gave three blasts as it approached the doomed vessel, but cannot be answered. It realized the plight of the large steamer and began rescue work. It came within twenty feet of the side of the disabled veteran of the seas. Life boats were lowered and all souls on deck were busy to do their piece of work—life saving. A great change now came over the apparently disabled ship. The whir of the motors was heard and the American flag was hauled down. A pirate flag was hoisted into its place and hidden cannons were placed and were fired on the cruiser which was bent on saving it. The smaller ship surrendered, and was looted by the pirates. The steamer, which you now know was a pirate ship, started on its way again pouring huge volumes of smoke to surprise its next victim. DANA EISENBERG ------o------- COLT MEMORIAL HIGH SCHOOL Colt offers learning for anyone who desires the Opportunity to grasp the knowledge which will Lodge in their minds for use in their future lives. This enables them to develop intellectual brain power. Many years ago the factors in an Education were eliminated in the bringing-up of Most children. Those who did secure one worked Overtime to gain such and read by candle light, for they Realized that in order to secure an Intimate knowledge of the higher things in life they must Act upon their own resources to obtain this Learning. How can we obtain this learning now-a- days? Indeed, it is by the simplest of methods. Great men have become such by their own ambitions. The High schools of today provide one at little expense. Some parents send their children to work as soon as they Can. They gain little. Others who consider How they will meet the future permit them to attend school, not Only because it is free, but because they derive a great amount Of benefit from the teachings of these institutions. Look out for the future! Should be your motto. GENEVIEVE TUCY, ’23. ------o------ THE NOISE IN THE CELLAR Ghost stories are usually very weird and untrue, but I shall endeavor to tell you a story of a ghost that finally proved to be —Well, that is the story. Jane Harris lived in a small country place called Millville. Of course, there are no ghosts, except in the country. Jane lived with her father, mother, Sister Bess, and Brother Tom. It was the first of July and the Harris 10 THE GREEN AND WHITE family were all planning to take their automobile and go for a trip over the holiday to visit Mrs. Harris’ mother who lived quite a distance away. At last the third of July arrived and all plans were completed. While the family was eating dinner, the messenger boy from the “Western Union was seen bicycling up the path. Jane excused herself, and hurried to the door. She took the telegram and hastily tore open the envelope. Consternation was plainly written on her face when she read: “Miss Jane Harris, Millville, Delaware. Will arrive at Millville on third at 2 o’clock. Cousin Dolly.” “Now, what do you know about that,” said Bess. “Just as we have everything planned for the Fourth.” “Well, you can all go on the trip, and I will stay at home and entertain Cousin Dolly,” said Jane, and so it was finally decided. Jane was disappointed, but decided to make the best of it, and immediately began plans for Dolly, who was to arrive at 2 o'clock. While resting after her long and tiresome journey, Dolly sat on the veranda, talking to Jane and some girl friends who had called. Then Dolly learned that the family were to go away the next day. She immediately surmised that Jane would also be with them if it were not for her. She spoke of this to Jane who assured her that she did not mind in the least, but was very glad that her cousin had the opportunity to visit her. Fourth of July arrived, hot and bright. The Harris family and its guest were up at four o’clock, and the motorists left at 5.30, leaving Jane and Dolly to amuse themselves, with the long day before them. Probably bv this time you have been wondering when the ghost appears. Later in the day, as Dolly went into the kitchen, she heard a terrible noise, seemingly from the cellar. She hurriedly went down, but a thorough search of the cellar failed to disclose anyone or anything. She went back upstairs, and told Jane about the noise, but Jane thought nothing of it, saying it was probably something that had fallen down. Dolly thought she heard {he noise again and descended to the cellar to make another investigation which also proved fruitless. Jane, when she heard of this second disturbance, just laughed, declaring it all foolishness. Determined to forget the episode, the girls packed a lunch, and went off to the near-by woods to spend the afternoon. At six o’clock they returned to the house. As Dolly opened the door, something brushed past her and disappeared. She jumped back, exclaiming, Oh, Jane, there's something in the house.” Thinking all this while that Dolly was in a very imaginative and nervous state of mind, Jane conducted a search herself which threw no light upon the subject. While they were sitting in the living room after tea, Jane, thoughtlessly told Dolly of the man who had lived in the house before, who, after being “forced to the wall in the market, had hanged himself in the cellar. By the time Jane had finished her story, Dolly was extremely nervous and jumped up suddenly at the sound of a noise from the cellar. Rushing frantically out of the room, Dolly hurried to the cellar. There something dark, hairy, with sparkling, mischievous eyes, rubbed against her, and. gathering all the courage she could muster, she quickly reached out and caught it. It proved to be not a ghost but a pet monkey. Not knowing how .it came there, or to whom it belonged, the two girls, feeling very much relieved, carried it up to the living room where they had a great deal of fun watching its antics. When the family returned. Mr. Harris informed them that Mr. Jacobs, a sea-faring man who lived next door, had picked the monkey up during one of his trips. The monkey was returned that evening and the story of the noise in the cellar caused much merriment wherever told. GLADYS BRELSFORD, '24. -----o------ AT THE BOTTOM OF THE LAKE A furious storm was raging on the Great Lakes. The schooner “Nancy O'Doone was in dire straits. There were ten men in the crew besides the captain and two mates. There was a brief lull in the storm—the proverbial calm before a tempest—then a fierce squall bore down upon the ship. She wallowed in the trough of the great waves. Her rudder was broken. There was no hope, for they were very close to a bed of cruel rocks, and without a rudder they were helpless. “Launch the life-boats!” was the command. They quickly sprang into them and endeavored to row to the mainland. One of the boats was swamped and sunk by a huge wave. There were five men in it. One of these men was a lad of about eighteen years. He was a fine swimmer, but none could have lived in that raging sea. He went down. At first he tried vainly, doggedly, to save himself. However, Neptune had destined him for his own. He was so tired from the buffeting of the waves that the heavenly calm below seemed a THE GREEN AND WHITE 11 godsend. He thought that he had, indeed, reached heaven. Choirs of angels seemed chanting wonderful hymns. Neptune nodded and smiled to him and bade him welcome to his kingdom. Marvelous castles—red, blue, green, yellow, gleaming white—towered into the water. Brilliant fishes swam about. The courtiers and ladies of the kingdom were all beautiful and infinitely graceful. They drew him forward and talked and sang soothingly to him. What a paradise! Then something took hold of him, and the nautical kingdom vanished. He fought feebly. Why couldn’t he be left here in this wonderful place? Then he knew no more. When he regained consciousness he was lying in a life-boat. The captain was bending anxiously over him. “Good heavens! We thought you would never come to!” gasped the captain. The sailor closed his eyes wearily. He remembered the beauty of Neptune’s kingdom. “I guess all that stuff was too good for me,” he muttered, and fell asleep. THERESA PETERS, ’23. -----o------ A SAILOR’S DREAM There’s a rusty freighter rollin’ with the spray before her bow, And her dirty funnels smokin’, and I think I see her now; I can feel the waves that pound her as she plies the ocean’s bed, I can hear the wind a-wailin’ in the riggin’ overhead. On we’re headin’ to the Indies and beneath a tropic sun, The plates begin to buckle and the sweat begins to run; But the ship is slowly plowing thru a sun of golden fire, And the sunset’s mighty pretty, and that’s all that I desire. ’Tis winter on the ocean and the waves are heaving high, There’s a storm from out the north'ard, and a black and sullen sky, And flakes of snow are falling on the cold and icy deck, My hands are nearly frozen, but little do I reck. For I’m back upon a ship again, upon the bounding main, I’m swabbin’ down the deck plates, and I’m happy once again; There’s lights across the railin’ and they glitter from the shore. But we’re headin’ out the harbor and I’m on the sea once more. RENE DAGENAIS, ’24. DRAGONS OF THE AIR There was great excitement in Omar, a small village in Africa. Several of the natives had seen large, black things that resembled birds, flying in the air. They had large wings and made a loud, whirring sound. The villagers, gathered in groups, were talking excitedly. The children kept close to their mother’s side, and over the whole village hung fear. Then, the older people of the village told legends which had been told to them by their parents, of how many years ago dragons of the air had swept down and carried off to their lairs in the mountains many of the natives who were never seen again. Formerly, these legends had been thought of as mere stories, but now that the dragons had been seen again, the people began to consider them a little more seriously. The old men then gathered to discuss what should be done to fight these flying monsters; while the young men got together the only means of defense—spears and stone hatchets. A few days passed without any attacks, but the natives were ready to defend themselves if earthly defense were possible. At last the monsters were sighted in the distance. The women, children and old men went to seek shelter in the huts, while the young men went forth bravely to defend the village. Nearer and nearer came the two monsters. Louder and louder grew the whirring sound. Still the young men stood bravely at their post. The dragons circled twice around the village, then swept down and came running along the ground toward the group of men. All awaited the horrible death. Then to their surprise these awful dragons came to a stop and out stepped two men. So overjoyed were the natives that these things were not monsters that they fell down and worshipped the men. Later they laughed when they were told that these were not dragons of the air, but the white man’s new way of traveling. GLADYS M. BEAVIS, ’25. ----o----- APPEARANCES ARE DECEITFUL The Hawks, a club made up of about ten boys, were on their weekly hike. They were fifteen miles from home when they decided to stop. Right beside their stopping place was a lake, commonly called Awicho. Awicho meant “Lake of mystery,” in Indian. Let’s go in,” said Jimmy. In a minute everyone was stripped and ready to jump over. Just as the boys were going over, Tom Smith cried, “O look at the shark. There, on the bottom of the lake was a great, green monster. The fellows threw stones down upon him, but, to their amazement, they seemed to go through the 12 THE GREEN AND WHITE monster's body. Then one of the fellows cut a very sharp, pointed stick with which he tried to stab the strange fish. Taking a good aim, he threw the stick. To the surprise of all, it passed through the green body of the monster and immediately disappeared. After trying a half an hour to kill the monster, the boys gave up in despair. Apparently, the sea-serpent could not he killed. “Say, fellows, I’m going to dive down and see what that thing is,” announced Jimmy. As no one raised any objection, he jumped in. As he went down the green monster appeared to open up and devour him. The boys were horrified. They crowded nearer to the edge-awed yet fascinated—not knowing what to do. The awful fish was still in the same place, but Jimmy had disappeared. What would they do? Little Tommy Brown was crying when suddenly, Jimmy popped up behind t(icm. The fellows were so astonished that they were speechless. Hadn’t they all seen Jimmy disappear? Surely this was his ghost! But no, he was really tliere and very much alive. Jimmy laughed when they asked him how he escaped the monster. “Well, you see,” he explained, “that green thing down there doesn’t happen to be a fish. It is the reflection of a cave opening under water. The light enters through a large hole about twenty yards from here. After I was swallowed by that terrible monster, as you thought, I swam under water and reached the cave. It’s high and drv inside, and there are many little strange objects there. As I knew, you would be worried about me, I hurried back through that opening over there—and here I am— but let’s go examine the cave—it may be a smuggler’s camp.” L. BARON, ’25. ------o----- CLEVER BOBBY Bobby Brenton, who was only five years old, was always betting. The worst of it was, Bobby never lost a bet, somehow or other, he never failed to be the winner. His father feared that as Bobby grew older he would become a gambler, as he was so lucky now. It was about this time that Bobby’s Aunt Ethel came for her two weeks’ visit. Mr. Brenton immediately went to the aunt for aid in breaking Bobby of the terrible habit. She promised to do all she could. One night Mr. and Mrs. Brenton went out visiting and Bobby was left in his Aunt’s care. All at once he closed the fairy tale book he was looking at, and said to his aunt, “Aunty, I’ll bet you a quarter you’ve got corns.” Why Bobby, I haven’t any at all,” replied his aunt. “If you don’t want to lose a bet and the quarter too, you’d better prove it. So the aunt took off her shoes and stockings and proved to Bobby she had no corns. After Bobby was convinced he went to his bank and willingly handed over the quarter. That night when Bobby was in bed and his father and mother had returned, Aunt Ethel said, “Well, I think I’ve broken Bobby of his habit, for he lost his first bet tonight.” Then she related what had happened. “Well, well,” said Mr. Brenton, laughing, “I didn’t know I had such a bright son. It was only yesterday he bet me five dollars he would see your feet before the week was up.” GRACE MURPHY, '25. -----o------ JEAN’S TRIP TO NEW YORK Jean Turner, aged twelve, was waiting in the station for the train which was to take her to New York. Beside her was a young man and girl who seemed to be very much interested in their own conversation. Just as the train was nearing, Jean heard the young man say: “I will take an automobile now, and meet you later at New London, then we, together, will take a train to New York.” As he said this, Jean noticed that he passed a small package to the girl which she stealthily put into her bag. Jean thought that this remark was very queer, and still more so, the fact that he was going to take a machine and meet her. Why should he do that? Surely, there must be a reason. And the package—what did it signify? It looked as if he were doing something wrong. Jean, who besides being very young and romantic, was also curious, decided to keep an eye on these strangers. So Jean entered the train after the young girl and took a seat behind her. For a while Jean sat looking out of the window at the scenery and then turned her attention to the young girl in front of her. She was looking at something in the package that the young man had given her. They were pearls! Although quite small, they were adorable. The young girl held them in her hands for some time, admiring them intently. Suddenly looking up, she saw Jean looking at the pearls. She immediately put them away and looked out of the window. Jean smiled at the stranger and then began to think hard, wondering whether she were a thief or just a young girl recently engaged. She looked innocent enough, but then, why should she be so careful with the THE GREEN AND WHITE 13 pearls? Why did the young man say lie would meet her later, instead of going on the same train, then? This certainly was a mystery and Jean was just the girl to solve it. Just at that moment the stranger arose and came over to Jean. She smiled sweetly and said, slightly embarrassed: Rather lonesome traveling alone, isn’t it dear? Would you mind, Miss—” Turner,” replied Jean turning around. “Miss Turner, then, if a young girl sat beside you to keep you company? It’s so lonely.” “Why I’d love to have you, Miss—■” “Harrington, she replied. “Are you going to New York?” “Yes. Are you?” responded Jean. “Yes, I'm a traveling agent and my business takes me into all parts of the state.” Oh, really ! How interesting.” “Yes, very interesting. I sell jewels.” “Indeed! I’d love to see. them. Maybe I would like to buy something,” Jean added, her eyes sparkling. “Well, maybe I’ll show them to you. But really I couldn't possibly sell you any, because they are all promised to people in New York. I’m awfully sorry. Miss Turner,” said Miss Harrington, getting a little nervous. “Well that’s too bad 1 Will you show them to me now? I just can’t wait another second,” replied Jean. “I can't now. They are all packed away carefully in my bag. I’ll show them to you later.” “All right then, don’t forget,” Jean responded. As the train drew near to New London, Jean noticed that her companion grew very nervous—and when the train stopped she alighted, but soon returned. The girl appeared quite annoyed. Again, she came over to Jean and engaged in conversation with her. Jean, inquisitive as usual, asked her why sne left the train and Miss Harrington said that she wanted to buy a sandwich. As she didn’t have any sandwich, Jean thought it still queerer. “Oh, I just love jewelry! Won’t you show me those jewels now? I do want to see them.” Miss Harrington decided that it would be wise to show the jewels to her inquisitive friend. They were perfectly gorgeous. A most wonderful string of pearls, a marvelous diamond pin, and several things were also brought forth. They were the most beautiful Jean had ever seen—almost too beautiful for samples. After showing them, the girl returned them to the case and then leaving Jean, she went into the dining car. “Now, thought Jean, “those could never be samples because firms don’t £ ;nd out such articles. I wonder where she got them? Could she be a thief? What shall I do?” Just then the conductor came along and Jean decided to make known her suspicions. The conductor listened attentively, and when she had finished, he took from his pocket a newspaper clipping and gave it to her to read. In a few words the paragraph stated that jewels had been stolen the day before from the home of Mrs. Low while she was at a banquet. A reward was to be given for the recovery of the jewels. This certainly made it look as if Miss Harrington were a thief. When the train pulled into the 125th Street Station. Miss Harrington received a telegram. The conductor, who followed the messenger boy, stood directly in back of ber when she read it, and pretending to collect tickets, he read it also. It was from her accomplice, telling her that he was being watched and for that reason he did not meet her at New London but for her to go ahead and act as he had arranged, namely to dispose of the jewels. The conductor now got busy and when Miss Harrington alighted at the Grand Central she was apprehended by a detective. Jean, whose name the conductor had taken, was called to court the following Monday, and had to testify concerning the pearls. It was proven that poor Miss Harrington was completely under the control of the man who had stolen the jewels from her old employer, Mrs. Low. The man was sentenced and Miss Harrington was released. Jean was rewarded—and advised by Mrs. Low to become a detective. HAZEL ERICKSON, ’25. -----o------ SONG OF THE LARK In the far off hills of Italy lived a girl about eighteen years old. Her name was Laudia. Laudia was very good looking. She came from a poor family, therefore had to work very hard in the fields. Her father was a hard-working shoemaker. In her country, the poorer people usually went bare-footed, so her father made shoes mostly for the rich. He was very honest and sold shoes for a reasonable price, and SO many people ordered shoes from him. It was in the fall, the grass was still green, and the sun was just going down. Laudia had a red kerchief on her head. She had a white waist on with short sleeves and a round neck. Her red skirt was about ten inches from the ground. Around her waist she wore a green sash, and her feet were bare. In her hand she held a sickle. She was walking down the path towards the field when suddenly a bird began to sing. It was a lark. How well he sang, and how 14 THE GREEN AND WHITE it filled the air with sweet music! She had heard it once before, but could not think where. Just then it came back to her. One day Laudia went to the city of Genoa. As she was passing by a street, she heard a lark singing. It attracted her so, that she turned to see where it came from. When doing this she saw a most handsome lad of that town. He was tall, and had long, black eye-lashes and black eyes. He had a well-shaped nose and mouth. He was smiling at her. In return, she smiled at him. She never forgot him. So when Laudia heard the lark singing she wondered if the lad would appear again. JULIA FERREIRA, ’26-S. -----o------ CURIOUS PEOPLE It was the year of 1900. Bristol was then rather a sleepy town. The least sign of excitement brought all the people out to see what was going on. One morning, around ten o’clock, Jack Miller, a young man who kept a restaurant on the main street, was sitting on a box in front of his restaurant, when a man from out of town came by. “Say,” he said, approaching Mr. Miller, come out here and look up and down this street; this is the deadest town I was ever in.” Mr. Miller got up, and looked up and down the road. Not a person not a horse or team could be seen. Well, he said, this is a pretty lively town when it gets started; if you want to see some excitement stay here and wait until I come back.” So he walked down the street and into a drug store. A few men were there talking to the clerk. After greeting them, Miller walked up to the public telephone, which in those days was not kept in a booth, but was fastened to the wall. After a few minutes the men heard him say: Hello? Is this Mr. Jones? Well, have you seen anything of an airship over there, a wrecked one that fell down behind your barn or near it somewheres? All right, good bye.” And he hung up the receiver. The men who were in the store at once became curious. “I heard that there’s an airship over at Poppasquash, in the back of Jones’ barn,” said Miller, and hurried out of the store. When he returned to his restaurant, his friend was still waiting for him. It was not long before the men came out of the store. “Now watch,” said Miller. A horse and carriage came along just then, and was stopped by one of the three men. “Hey, Ben. give us a lift, will you? There’s a wrecked airship over at Poppasquash. We just heard Jack Miller say so over the telephone,” said one of them. “Sure, get in,” replied the driver. They drove past Miller’s restaurant, and he watched them stop and tell every person they met, until they were out of sight. By noon the whole town was aroused. Everyone was walking or driving over to Poppasquash to see the airship. The harbor was filled with row boats and sail boats, heading towards Poppasquash. Miller and his friend stood in front of the restaurant enjoying it all. “Do you still think this town is dead? asked Miller. Well, you surely know how to wake it up,” laughed his friend, they’ll feel good when they get over there and don't find any airship, but one thing is sure, you haven't had one customer in your store since you started that story this morning.” The next day a few young boys secured a foot-ball, and after fixing it to look somewhat like an airship, they hung it on the window of Miller’s restaurant. A sign placed underneath it stopped many people who realized that they had been fooled when they read: Found at Poppasquash.” BETTY KINDER. 25. CLASS HISTORY In September of 1919 the Class of 1923, represented by a group of intelligent young beings, entered Colt Memorial High School with the full intention of making a “hit.” This the class has done! When Hallowe’en arrived, the upper classes gave a ghost party at which the Freshies” underwent a stiff initiation and came through bearing the title Sports.” Old Father Time saw the little folks were advancing in wisdom, so he bestowed upon THE GREEN AND WHITE 15 them the honor of being Sophomores the following September. When May Day of that year arrived, the plucky sports of the class set out for a May walk, disregarding the heavy black clouds which roamed the heavens. While they were crossing Colt’s Bridge, the clouds collided and sent forth terrible rolls of thunder and a downpour of rain. The Sophomores did not huddle together on the bridge, but huddled together under it, as it was low tide. We remained there until the storm ceased, and then we went over to the famous Colt Farm and had an enjoyable time. At twilight, we and our chaperone, Miss McWeeney, were taken to town in a large hay wagon. In April of our Junior year we gave the Junior Prom.” To make an end to the phrase of other classes—“the most sucessfu! ever given” it is only doing them justice to call the “Prom” given by the Class of 1923 “the greatest success that will ever be given.” At this social everyone said that they anticipated the dances that would be given by this group the following year. Last September we became members of a distant, popular, hard-working organization —the Senior Class. On the evening of October 26th, we gave our first dance, which was a profitable undertaking, due to a beautiful autumn evening, the work of the class, and the finest orchestra obtainable in Rhode Island. In December the Athletic Association and the Class of 1923, with the co-operation of the student body and teachers, gave a Brown University Glee Club concert, which was attended by a great many of the townspeople. As everyone remembers, the winter of 1922 and 1923 furnished surplus snow. This was not of any benefit if not for a good time, so the Seniors met one night in January—one beautiful night. The black sky seemed like a curtain, shutting out all troubles and the full orange moon gave everyone a thrill of delight. The horses trotted over the soft bed of snow like goblins, the drivers told funny anecdotes, and the members of the class aroused the natives of Swansea by their jolly school cheers and songs. The twenty-sixth of January we had our second dance which was even a more popular success than our first. On April eleventh and twelfth “The Colonel’s Maid,” a pleasing comedy with many clever characters, was played by-eight of the talented Seniors and one Sophomore, whose services were greatly-appreciated. Between the acts, specialties were given and everyone that attended either evenin' seemed well pleased, and the profit derived proved that the auditorium was well filled each evening. The Juniors gave a Prom” the twenty-seventh of April in our honor, and we and our friends had a very enjoyable time and, once again, give a vote of thanks to the Class of 1924 and wish them every success next year. The Class of 1923 gave its last dance on May twenty-ninth and it achieved fame as merrymakers and was rewarded by art extremely large profit. This popular group is now planning a Food Fair which undoubtedly will break all records as their other functions have. In less than a fortnight the Class of 1923 will be graduating so we find it is now an opportune time to thank Miss Sisson, our class advisor, Mr. Strong, our principal, and the other members of the faculty who have taken such an interest in developing a scholastic and financial success of the Senior Class. Furthermore, we sincerely hope that the undergraduates will give their hearty co-operation to the teachers, because if they do, we feel sure that they will be granted the best of luck in all fields. PEGGY NERONE, ’23. ------o----- EXCHANGES The Green and White acknowledges with thanks the following exchanges: The High School Aegis, Beverly, Mass. The Red and Black, Rogers High School. Newport, R. I. The Gleaner, Pawtucket High School, Pawtucket, R. I. The White and Gold, Woodbury, New Jersey. The Tech Review, Technical High School, Providence, R. I. The Kensington Distaff. The X-Ray. Sacramento. Cal. The Bulletin, Steubenville, Ohio. The Boston University News, Boston. The Junior Sphinx, Geneso, 111. The Quarterly, Stamford High School, Stamford. Conn. ------o----- A WORD TO THE WISE IS SUFFICIENT Ever spare and never have. Nothing venture and nothing won. Doing nothing is doing ill. Better late than never. By others’ faults wise men correct their own. Nothing is impossible to a willing mind. Seek till ye find and you'll not lose your labor. J. C. R. 15 THE GREEN AND WHITE ACHIEVEMENT CERTIFICATES The pupils in the penmanship and business practice classes try each year for certificates in penmanship. The Certificates in the order of their importance are “The High School Certificate,” “Students’ Certificate,” “Improved Certificate,” and “Progress Pin.” No pupil has been successful in winning the High School Certificate this year, though seven examinations are all ready to be sent to the Palmer Co. The results of these examinations will not be known until July. Students' Certificates were awarded the following freshmen: Louise Tammaro, Chester Dunbar, Esther Ryone, Grace Battcher, Rose McGovern, Dorothy Conley, Melina Beedon. Only one sophomore, strange to say, received a Students’ Certificate, Mary Witherell. Improvement Certificates were given the following sophomores and freshmen: Grace Murphy, Hazel Erickson, Gladys Beavis. Leonard Baron, Sara McCallum, Catherine Dunbar, Betty Kinder, Frederic Cornell, Albert Pierce, Tintara Maivano, James Maher, Walter Christensen, Sadie Almeida, Rose Powers, Grace Munroe, Catherine Gallagher, Donald Morrissey, James Gallagher, May Goulet, Katherine Bertrand. Earle Holmes, Mary St. Angelo. Progress Pins were received by Sheldon Burt, Julia Ezikorich, and Frank DeFelice. The pupils who received Improvement Certificates and Progress Pins are trying again for the Students’ Certificate. ------o—----- AS OTHERS SEEM TO US The High School Aegis: A very interesting January number. The literary department shows unusual originality and your jokes give the paper well-rounded talent. Your paper is a messenger of excellent school spirit. The Tech Review: An enlarged literary department would make your interesting paper a better one. Kensington Distaff: An entertaining little booklet. Come again. The Gleaner: A fine magazine. Why not have a few cartoons? The Junior Sphinx: A few stories would improve your excellent paper. The Red and Black: An ideal magazine. Why not enlarge your literary department? RAPID CALCULATION CERTIFICATES The following pupils received certificates in Rapid Calculation. In order to obtain these certificates pupils must maintain an average of 80% in their daily work and also receive an average of 80% in tests given by the McIntosh Co. Seniors — Doris E. Bullock, Amelia D'Arcangelo, Margaret McCallum, James Ruggiero, Marion Vera. Freshmen — Mary Kelley, Rose McGovern, Julia Ezekorich, James Gallagher. Rose Powers, Donald Morrissey, Frank DeFelice, Dorothy Conley and Esther Ryoi e. Sub-Freshmen—Antony Ponte and Walter Dennis. HONOR ROLL The pupils whose names appear on this honor roll have also appeared on three other lists during the year 1922-23. 90% OR HIGHER Doris Bullock, 1923; Marguerite Kennedy. Josephine Nussenfeld, 1926. 85% OR HIGHER Gladys Brelsford, Katherine Bullock, Rene Dagenais, Sadie Georgio, Elsa Greenwell, Arleen Holm. 1924; Gertrude Grice, Dilys Wall, 1925; Edward Blackman, Mary Kelley, Mary Tobin, Marguerite Tobin. 1926; Mary Charton, Francis Middleton, 1926-S. 80% OR HIGHER M. McCallum, E. Rinaldi, J. Ruggiero, M. Vera, 1923; G. Barrows, L. Edgett, M. Ezikorich, D. Hanson, F. Horton, S. Makowskv, M. Matheson, J. Thurston. 1924; S. Burt, H. Campagna, F. DeCristofaro, H. Erikson. M. Koch, L. Levitin, E. Robinson, 1925; A. Dagenais. B. Tucker, 1926; D. Holt, L. Mc-Gann, 1926-S. -----o----- TWICE-TOLD TALES I left my book at home. I didn’t get the assignment. I just got as far as that line. Why, can't you see that problem? Get the point? Any questions? Do your talking downstairs. Can't you see through it? I didn’t have enough paper. That page was out of my book. THE GREEN AND WHITE 17 At last the pupils of the C. M. H. S. have awakened to the fact that athletics are as necessary to the school activities as the courses themselves. A successful track team has been organized which showed its true worth at the recent track meet at Kingston. The base ball team, too, is on its way to a famous season. We cannot let our team fight it out alone! We must back them, show our school spirit, and cheer them on to victory. BASE BALL On account of the prevailing cold and unsettled weather for the past year, athletic activities did not commence until well into spring. At a special meeting held during the month of March, Carmine Maisano was elected captain; John Scanlon, manager; and Mr. Wisbey, coach of the Colt nine for the coming season. Our first game was won on the common April 17, when we defeated the Barrington High, by a score of 19-9. On April 19th we were defeated by the Warren High at Warren, 21-Z After this game we lost our coach, Mr. Wisbey; then Mr. Condon, formerly of West Warwick High, was elected. On April 24th, we went to Central Falls to play. Owing to the inclement weather the game was called after five innings, with the Central Falls nine in the lead. April 26 will be a date well remembered, for that day the Colt High defeated their life long rivals, St. Mary’s, of Taunton, 22-9. This was the first time Colt defeated St. Mary’s in a good many years. Tuesday, May 1, we defeated English High, at Bristol, 7-6. Our next game was played at Newport on May 8th. where we were defeated by Rogers High, 26-6. Friday, May 11th, we were defeated by Warwick High, 11-6, at Apponaug. On May 17th, we defeated Warren High in a return game, at Bristol, 19-12. We met with another defeat the next day, when we went to Peacedale and were defeated by South Kingston High, 14-6. 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 were defeated, May 22, by Central Falls High by a score of 9-6. The following games remain to be played: May 25—Barrington at Barrington. May .28—Taunton at Taunton. June 12—Warwick at Bristol. June 15—Rogers at Bristol. June 19—Alumni at Bristol. -----o------ TRACK This is the first year that the Colt High School has been represented on the cinder path. Early in April there was a call for candidates to form a track team. About twenty boys responded. The ground in the rear of the school was prepared for high and broad jumping. It also supplied ample space for the 220 and 100-yard dash. The longer runs such as the quarter, half mile and mile were practiced on the Sylvester Oval. A great deal of credit is' due to Mr. Condon who gave up much of his time in coaching and helping the team in many ways. May twelfth, the team was scheduled to participate in the track meet at the Rhode Island State College. William Remieres was elected manager, and James Goff, captain. Sixteen out of the twenty candidates were considered eligible to take the trip. At 7.30, two automobiles loaded with would-be athletes left the school in a slight fog which had settled over the town. The Bristol boys were assigned to Class B. At the end of the meet the Bristol team was tied with four other schools of Class B, each having scored two points. Technical High School of Providence received first prize, and English High School of that city captured second prize. Both these schools were in Class A. It is hoped that a meet may be arranged between Barrington and Bristol High School for the first week in June. It is expected that about twenty-five boys and fifteen girls will take part in the various events scheduled for this meet. J. G.. ’23. C. M. H. S. BASE BALL TEAM Back Row, Standing, Left to Right—Edward Rinaldi, Norton Osborne, John Andrade, George MacDonald. Seated, Left to Right—Carmine Bruno, George Trainor, Louis Rinaldi, John Scanlon, Manager ; Carmine Maisano, Captain ; Edward Menard, Charles MacDonald. Standing1—left to right—Robert Balfour, Thomas McGrath, Waiter Christensen, Eisenstadt, G. Moren, Albert Pierce. Seated—left to right—Leo Nussenfeld, Henry Thiel, Frank Remiercs, Manager; James Bruno, Sidney Makowsky. Norton Osborne, Lester Goff. Captain; Carmine C. M. H. S. TRACK TEAM THE GREEN AND WHITE :o Mi's Rodemaii, English IV.—“Is Bruno more important that I am. Grinnell?” Grinnell—“Ask him and he’ll say yes. Miss Blake—“Let’s hear from a brave person. Sparks. Sparks—“I don’t know. Miss Blake— You had your hand up. Sparks— Yes, but I don’t fit the description you gave.” Freshman, reading theme—“My face is my fortune.” Senior, in back of room—“Is that why you are poor?” Miss Sisson (History IV)—“Where did Roosevelt spend most of his time? Miss Thiele, absent-mindedlv— In animals and fish.” E. Rinaldi—“Say, Edgett, what’s your idea of a good joke? Edgett—“ ‘Bones’ Kenney.” Miss Sisson (Sub-Freshman History)— “Stand up, Dennis, when you recite.” Dennis— I can’t.” Miss Sisson—“Can’t what?” Dennis—“Recite.” Miss Janson (French IIA) — A man should never go out without his arms. Miss Joyce (taking attendance)—“Nussen-feld, were you absent yesterday? Nussenfeld—“No, I wasn’t here.” Teacher—“Swift accepted a position in a Deanery.” Goff (densely)—Did you say a beanery?” Maisano (Latin)—“Her attendants saw her fall on her sword in the middle of her words.” Miss Rodeman (English IVA)—“What kind of verse did Wyatt write?” Miss Barton—“Con-Verse.” Miss Tobin (Geography)—“Can anyone name six animals of the North Pole? N. Bernard—“Three seals, three bears.” Teacher (after boy gives wrong answer) —“Well, that’s as clear as mud. Boy—“It covers the ground all right.” Ex. Green are the Meadows. Green is the grass. Green are the Freshies In the Freshman Class. M. BURGESS. Mr. W'sby (Physics)—“What is a shunt, Kenney?” Kenilev—“A line parallel to the main line. Mr. Wisbv—“Oh. you mean Boston and Maine. Phenes (History)—“The man that was killed said that he knew there were two men following him.” Maisano (Latin)—“We will raise our figure ancestors. Mi's Blake (Penmanship)—“Cornell, I like the wav you make those i’s (eyes). You make them better than you used to.” Molaskv (Algebra)—“I can’t start the example.” Mr. Strong—“I wish some one of you people would please invest in a self-starter, I’m tired of being the crank.” Grinnell fFrench)—“The trees did not roam around the scenery.” Church (French)—“The shrubbery was running around.” Miss Campagna (English)—“He put the ice in with a heavy heart.” Balzano—“Mr. Strong, I found this umbrella coming up the stairs behind the door. Teacher—“Grinnell, I presume that paper is terrible. Grinnell—“Quite tearable, Miss Callan.” First Student—“There’s a book by the name of ’The Last Days of Pompeii.’ f was wondering what the poor fellow died of. Do you know?” Second Student—“No, I don’t; some sort of an eruption or other. I suppose.” Ex. Miss Joyce at 1.15—“All those who have any clothing may go and put it on.” Miss Joyce (Geom) After explaining a thcrom—“Now do you all grasp the Principal?” THE GREEN AND WHITE 21 Heard at the senior play, “The Colonel's Maid”: Riccio—“I can’t see through you, Jack-son.” Jackson (Turns around, pities the wee-little sub-freshie, then thinks of a plan)— “Say, vou, look at my face, and laugh when I do.” First Senior—“What are you going to be when you graduate?” Second Senior—“Broke.” Mr. Condon (Physics)—“Church, go to the end of the room and catch my echo.” Miss Joyce (Latin)—“DeFelice, translate “cum venies cognosces” (meaning: When you come, you will get acquainted.) DeFelice—“I got acquainted with the winds.” Mr. Strong (explaining a money problem in Algebra)— Vermette, something else is needed?” Vermette—“Sense.” (Cents.) Mr. Strong—“Correct.” Freshman to Teacher — “I thought a singular subject has to go with a singular verb?” T eacher—“Certainly.” Freshman—“Well, I heard a fellow say today that Ralph are (R.) Strong, instead of Ralph is Strong.” Teacher—“What was the first thing Henry VIII did on coming to the throne?” Bright Pupil—“Sat down on it.” Ex. Theorem—“If you love your girl, she loves you.” Given—“You love your girl.” To prove—“Your girl loves you. Proof—“Statement and authorities.” I. All the world loves a lover. (Shakespeare) II. Your girl is the world to you. . Hence your girl equals the world. Axiom I.) IV. Therefore your girl loves a lover. V. You are a lover. VI. Therefore your girl loves you. Ex. Why did the salt shak-er? Because he saw the lemon squuez-er. Ex. Mother—“Johnny, stop using such dreadful language.” Johnny— But, mother, Shakespeare used it.” Mother—“Then don't play with him any more; he’s not fit company for you. Ex. Customer—“I want to see something nice in bathing suits.” Over-wise clerk— Wait a moment. 1 11 put one on.” Ex. Miss Sisson (History)—“Molasky, how many countries were in the world war?” Molasky (Densely)—“Do you mean at present ?” R. U.—One day about a month ago the fountains were nick-named “The Americans.” I. M.— Why so?” R. U.— Because they went dry.” Miss Thiele—“There was a new machine in the building which one of the blind men had been told about and so he went down and looked it over and saw that it was all that it was praised to be.” Miss Wood—“The dog snatched the baby which was wrapped around the shawl.” S. Phenes— The man who was killed said that the bomb exploded.” Miss Neronc—“Lincoln studied law. but he was too honest to become a lawyer.” Miss Sisson (History)—“What do we call the judges whom President Adams appointed the night before he left office?” (Ans.—The Midnight-judges.) Molasky—“Er-cr-th-the twelve o’clock men.” The Freshman history class is writing a play: Question—“Who enters when Virginia dies?” Thomas—“The undertaker.” Barber—“Do you want a hair-cut?” Customer—“No, I want them all cut. Ex. 22 THE GREEN AND WHITE Alumni WITH THE ALUMNI (The Alumni editor wishes to explain that this year only changes in the complete list of alumni of the Colt Memorial High School published in the Green White in 1921 are noted. Additional information or correction of errors will be appreciated.) 1912 Marguerite Brogan is studying at Columbia University. 1913 Mary Francis is now Mrs. Benjamin Perry. Mt. Hope avenue, Bristol. Norman Into was recently voted by the Vale undergraduates to be the best “all around athlete” in the college. 1914 Roswell Bosworth has returned from Valparaiso, Chile, where he has spent the past five years and is residing in Bristol. John Condon is a newly elected teacher at the High School. Katherine and Louise DeWolf were members of the graduating class from Welleslv, 1922. Gladys Hamblv is now Mrs. Leon McCaw, Bristol. Edward V. Hughes was ordained to the priesthood last year and is now at St. Joseph's Church, Portland, Maine. Frank Hughes, Catholic University, '22, successfully passed his bar examinations and is now practicing law in Washington. D. C. Marguerite MacDonald is principal of the Quaker Hill School, Portsmouth, R. I. Ruth Murray is now Mrs. John Cruick-shank, Boston. Margaret Reynolds is at the Hindman School in Kentucky. Marion Sherman is Mrs. Franklin Springer, Providence. 1915 J. Frank Keating is practicing osteopath-ist in Bristol and Providence. Alice MacDonald (Mrs. Frank Trainor) is living in New York. 1916 Marion Dunbar is to be married in June to Herbert Newman of Bristol. Madeline Goddard is Mrs. Harold Rice, Bristol. Dorothy Springer is now Mrs. Russell Kenney of Providence, R. I. Ernest Webb is an ensign on the U. S. S. Utah. 1917 Lconilda Sansone is teaching in Kingston, New York. 1918 Ina Flowers is Mrs. Herbert Towne, Bristol. 1919 The following members of 1919 will graduate from college this year: Abner Bailey—R. I. State College. George Cooke—Dartmouth. Anna Coggeshall—Brown. Edward Ryan—Providence College. 1920 Oliver Coggeshall is employed in the John Hay Library, Brown University. Gertrude Gray was married in April to Mr. Robert Griffith. Annie Dunbar is an operator at the Bristol exchange, N. E. Tel. Co. Joseph Kelley, who entered Holy Cross in 1920, won the Bishop’s scholarship from Rhode Island, and is now a student at the American College in Rome. Jessie Molasky is teaching at the Oliver School, Bristol. Elizabeth Sanford is a student at Brown University. 1921 Virginia August, student, Rhode Island College of Education, Providence. Anna Brelsford, stenographer in the Wire Service Dept., National India Rubber Co., Bristol. Luciano Capone, student, Brown University. Raymond Card in now in New York. Mary Connors, student, Rhode Island College of Education. Genevieve Doran, student, Rhode Island College of Education. Annie Fay, Traffic Office, National India Rubber Co., Bristol. Francis Hill, student, Childs’ Business College, Providence. James Head, student, Bryant Stratton College. Kathleen Hodgdon, stenographer, Industrial Relations Office, National India Rubber Co., Bristol. THE GREEN AND WHITE 23 Israel Makowsky, student, Brown University. Lombard Pozzi, National India Rubber Co., Bristol. William Rinaldi, student, Bryant Stratton College. Emily Sanford, student, Rhode Island School of Design. William Serbst, student, Providence College. Helen Sylvester, Schedule Dept., National India Rubber Co., Bristol. Eliza Usher, student, Rhode Island College of Education. Ruth Weaver, student, Bryant Stratton College. 1922 Alden Aldrich, Providence, R. I. Stetson Clowes is in the office of the Chicago Nut Mfg., New York. Anna Brown graduated from Bryant Stratton School in February; stenographer Narragansett Electric Lighting Co., Providence. Doris Dunbar, student, Bryant Stratton College. Katherine Connors, student, R. I. College of Education, Providence. Mary Ennis, stenographer, Wire Sales Office, National India Rubber Co., Bristol. William Gilroy, Bryant Stratton School, now with R. G. Dun Co., Providence. Madeline Holt, student, Cushing Academy, Ashburnham, Mass. Charlotte LeClair, Burton street, Bristol. Margaret Matheson, student, Brown University. Norma Mathewson, student, Brown University. Kathleen McDonough, student, R. I. College of Education. Annie McGovern, stenographer, Paymaster’s Office, National India Rubber Co., Bristol. Mary Morris, student, R. I. College of Education, Providence. Regina Morris, student, R. I. College of Education, Providence. Angelina Morra. student, Bryant Stratton College, Providence. Mae Munro, Schedule Dept., National India Rubber Co., Bristol. Louise Murphy, graduated Bryant Stratton Business College in February, stenographer, Zigler Kelly, Providence. Frank Newton, student, Bryant Stratton Business College. Milton Paine, Burton street, Bristol. Gustavo Pozzi, student. Providence College. Frank Rinaldi, Technical Dept., National India Rubber Co.. Bristol. Ruth Suzman, Hope street, Bristol. Mary Tucy, Buzzard’s Bay, Mass. Norman Vermette, student. Providence College. Joseph Walsh, student. Providence College. Walter Wennerstrand, in the office of the Cranston Worsted Mill, Bristol. f’m thru THE GREEN AND WHITE ADVERTISEMENTS I Largest Candy Merchant in town. 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