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

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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

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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

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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