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

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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.

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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.

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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-