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

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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

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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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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