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

Text from Pages 1 - 40 of the 1924 volume:

3tt Jflgmnrtam DEDICATED TO THE MEMORY OF Hluaeplj Sernatf) IHalali Editor-in-chief of the Green White and John Jfrattria OTalalj Joke Editor of the Green White 120 GREEN WHITE EDITORIAL STAFF Rack Row, left to right Mias A. D. Sisson, Miss S. C. Callan, A. Pierce, E. Moore, G. MacDonald, D. Wall, E. Blackman. G. Beavis. Front Row, left to right N. Uenard, A. Holm, E. O’Connor, S. Makowsky, M. Matheson, G. Grice, C. Serbst. H 2 m c 73 m m 2: 2 a 2 H m dmtt VOL. 1. JUNE, 1924 No. 1. rSSUED BY THE STUDENTS OF THE COLT MEMORIAL HIGH SCHOOL. BRISTOL, R. I. Editor-in-Chief—SIDNEY MAKOWSK Exchange Editor KATHERINE BULLOCK Joke Editor ALBERT PIERCE Associate Editor NORMAN BENARD. Business Manager EILEEN D. MOORE Assistant Business Manager GERTRUDE GRICE Circulation Manager MARY I. MATHESON Assistant Circulation Manager GEORGE MacDONALD Literary Editors ARLEEN HOLM GLADYS BEAVIS Alumni Editor ANNIE D. SISSON Faculty Adviser SARA C. CALLAN Reporter of Sophomore Class EDWARD BLACKMAN Reporter of Freshman Class ELIZABETH O’CONNOR TO OUR ADVERTISERS The staff of the Green White wishes to thank the advertisers for their financial support, upon which the success of this depends. We realize that under the present conditions they have indeed made a large sacrifice by advertising in the columns of the Green White. The Green White hopes that the people of the town of Bristol will realize this fact and make it their policy to help these retailers. The best policy to pursue is “BUY AT HOME.” The advertisers make this book possible, and the people make their business possible. ------o----- The pupils of the C. M. H. S. extend to Mr. R. R. Strong who has been principal of the school for the past five years their sincere wishes for a very successful and happy career in his new position in Bristol, Conn. TABLE OF CONTENTS IN MEMORIAM ------------------ 1 EDITORIAL STAFF ........... 2 BOARD OF EDITORS ___________ 3 EDITORIALS ___________ -.... 3 LITERARY .............. — 4-16 SOCIAL ________________ 16-19 ATHLETICS ............ 19-23 CHIPS ................ _ 24-26 ALUMNI _________________ 27-28 ADVERTISEMENTS .......... 29-36 4 THE GREEN AND WHITE LITERARY A FABLE Two fishes, Mackerel, and his cousin, Tautog, were swimming around idly in the shallow waters near the shore, when Mackerel espied a big worm on the sand near the edge of the water. “I'm hungry,” said Mackerel to his cousin, “I'd like to have that worm.” “I know of a plan to get it,” replied his cousin. “Listen! When the tide comes in a little, I’ll swim up and get the worm. I can glide over that slippery rock to get the worm.” “But supposing you can’t get back to the water! You'd better not do it. I know of some mussel beds down the bay.” “I want that worm. I’m tired of mussels and besides, I can get back easily enough. So Mackerel swam off and left his cousin Tautog swimming around waiting for the tide to rise. A little while later Mackerel came back to see what luck his cousin had had. To his surprise he saw Tautog floundering helplessly on the dry sand—but Mackerel could not help him—and the worm was nowhere in sight. Tautog had not even reached as far as the worm-hole. “Poor toutog,” thought his cousin, “he is a wise fish who swims in his own bay.” DILYS M. WALL, Class 1925. -----o------ THE EDUCATIONAL FAMILY “Oh, dear!” groaned the old Arithmetic lying in a desk. “I believe I’m growing older every day.” Are you just finding that out?” queried a voice near her. I didn’t know that I was talking to you,” replied the saucy book. “Some people should be seen and not heard.” “I didn’t see you until I heard you first,” sniffed the Eraser with a toss of her head. “Here, here!” called the Grammar, “What’s all this trouble about,” and she called her granddaughter Eraser to her. “I think it was true when Lead Pencil called you a rubber neck.” Everyone stopped talking, school had begun. The Arithmetic was on duty, and had with her her nephew, Lead Pencil. The children were dismissed and the Educational Family gathered in the hall with their Ruler, who was to speak to them. He was terribly disagreeable and everyone said he had a heart of wood. He stamped across the platform and announced that they were going to have a strike against rough handling by the pupils. Everyone agreed with the Ruler. There was so much excitement during the meeting that Lead Pencil tripped and fell over Razor Blade who had a habit of biting and received a bad cut. Then poor old Arithmetic, who was hobbling over to see what had happened to her nephew, fell against the Eraser. She was helped up, and the Ruler, who could not hold his temper, began to scold. “Mrs. Arithmetic,” he said, “You have set a bad example today, and must turn over a new leaf.” Next the king called Razor Blade and said, “You have given Lead Pencil a close shave and will have to be punished.” The Razor Blade stood looking very dull, and cast a sharp glance at the Ruler. The meeting adjourned, and though they could not agree, they found “peace” in the Dictionary. KATHERINE BULLOCK, ’24 THE GREEN AND WHITE 5 PIONEER DAYS During the seventeenth century a settlement was founded in Pennsylvania by a Quaker, Thomas Brooks, and his followers. My story opens about five years later. The cabins have been improved and strengthened; a bountiful harvest has been gathered in by all; and the Quakers calmly wait for winter, which is advancing upon them rapidly. The founder, Brooks, who has been made Governor, sits in his armchair by the fireplace contentedly smoking his long pipe, with his eyes gazing fixedly on the flames as if he saw pictures among them. His wife, a small, quaint woman, sits across from him, spinning demurely on her spinning-wheel and often glancing fondly at the sleeping babe in the cradle by her side. Two boys sit at the table—their heads bent over their books and their hands clutching their hair as if they would like to ask it to solve the problems—studying their morrow’s lessons and often heaving deep sighs with covert glances at their father. A little girl of about nine years of age is rubbing some copper utensil as if her life and honor depended on its brightness. All wear the severe yet neat costume of the Quakers. The room is still save for the crackling of the burning logs, the humming of the wheel, and the gentle breathing of the infant. They are so absorbed in their thoughts that they don’t hear running steps, and they start from their seats when a loud, imperious knock is heard. The master of the house lays down his pipe and opens the door. A savage, breathless with running, states his errand at the door. “Chief—seeck—come queeck—white man cure.” “Priscilla, the chief is ill. Prepare some broth and food, and get me my medicine satchel,” he says, addressing his wife, who has promptly arisen at the mention of her name. Without further ado she does as she is bidden. In a very short time he is hurrying towards the chief’s camp, accompanied by Warba, the mesenger. “What is the matter with thy chief?” “Chief—sleep, sleep all time—no eat—call for white man,” answered the Indian. Upon entering the royal tent Governor Brooks hears deep groans issuing from the corner. The good chief lies on his luxurious furs, rolling from side to side in pain. Ordering Warba to bring more wood, he proceeds to nurse the chief. “Chief, drink this hot soup. I have also some meat for thee.” The chief disposes of both without a word, and seems the better for them. The Governor bathes the chief’s brow many times, then gives him a drink made by boiling some herbs, which instantly puts the patient to sleep. Many days the white man nurses, doctors, and watches over the Indian till the latter is safely on the road to recovery. Many months have passed since the chief’s illness. Strange and unpleasant happenings are occurring in the settlement. At last the Indian chief is summoned to a white man’s meeting. “Chief Tam-a-wa-ka, some of thy tribe have been seen lurking around the cabins and it is our belief that they are the cause of the burning of the school-house, the disappearance of our neighbor’s logs, and the frightening of our women and children. In fact one of thy best warriors, namely Warba, is our prisoner. Evidently he has not forgiven the whites for catching the deer from his grasp last winter. Taking advantage of the influence he exercises over his companions, he has talked them into a fighting spirit and in person led them to the acts aforesaid. Fortunately for us he has been caught in the act and will get his punishment—a week in the stocks on bread and water. “As thee know’st, we Quakers do not believe in war and the shedding of human blood. We hope that we will not be forced to change our opinion now.” Governor Brooks, as spokesman, is very stern as he says, “I have endured all I am going to endure and my neighbors say the same.” Warba is locked in the stocks—to any proud Indian the worst and most embarrassing punishment to be administered to him by the white man. He is silent; but silence is more to be dreaded sometimes, and this is no exception. Day by day his wrath towards the Quakers increases and day by day he thinks of a way to get revenge. For the rest of the winter no more disturbances occur and the settlement is very thankful. A change, though, has come over the chief. His visits to the village are less frequent and cordial. Nowadays he seems preoccupied and sad. One day towards spring, Warba enters the chief’s wigwam and in his native tongue he says, “Chief, why don’t you do something? Don’t you see how the whites are pushing us westward every day, depriving us of our hunting grounds? Get rid of them before their number and power increase.” So he speaks day after day till the chief answers to Warba’s evil joy, “Very well, tell the warriors that we will attack the Governor’s cabin tomorrow.” The truth is he is very grateful toward his benefactor for restoring him to health and utters the above decision in a rash 6 THE GREEN AND WHITE moment. He is half-inclined to withdraw it; but Warba, analyzing his thought, hurries out, giving him no time to change his mind. The next day just before noon a mob of Indians, “bepainted” and “befeathered” and with tomahawks brandished, silently wait for the order to surround the Governor’s cabin. They are impatient to dance their war dance and plunder, but they have to be patient, according to the chief’s orders. “Warriors, you will surround the cabin. I will go in to speak with the Governor. If I give you the signal which will be a stamp of the foot, attack; if I don t, do not, by any means, harm one log of the cabin, but march back to camp exciting no comment.” The chief asks himself why he ever ordered this attack, for his heart and conscience are strongly against it. Sternly he knocks at the door. Mrs. Brooks comes to the door, followed by her husband. “May I have a drink?” he asks curtly. “Thee inay’st. We are just sitting down to dinner. Come, join us. We are honored to have our dear chief dine with us,’ and his hostess gives him her most charming smile; while her husband seconds her invitation. “Hast thee brought me any shells?” asks quaint Mary taking him to a chair; while Mrs. Brooks lingers behind and ' hisners desperately to her husband, “We must not let him suspect that we know his plan.” Chief Tam-a-wa-ka is conscience-stricken and during the meal he becomes so interested that he entirely forgets the Indians waiting for the signal to attack. An entire half-hour has passed and no stamp of the foot. Instead a peal of laughter floats to the warriors. That settles it. Noiselessly they slink back to their camps to wash off the war-paint, never to don it again. MARY A. CARIGLIA, ’27. ------o------ A FISH STORY Every Saturday afternoon on board the “Baby Marie,” the sailors and officers gather to have a social hour or two. A president is elected who thereafter calls on different ones to sing, dance, or spin a yarn. The person called upon must either do this or sacrifice his “grub” the next day. Today I have been chosen to tell a story and of course it must be one connected with sailors and the sea. When we were making a voyage to the West Indies, I became intimately acquainted with a sailor who had formerly practiced carpentry. He was married and had a son about 12 years old, whose name was Paul. Paul loved the sea and his life’s ambition had always been to become a sailor. Up to this time, however, he had never been on a ship although he often teased his father to allow him to accompany him on one of his voyages. The answer had invariably been the same, “No, Paul, you are too young for such a long and dangerous voyage. Some day, perhaps, when the trip is short and the weather clear, you can come—but not this time.” This time, however, his father consented to let him go and Paul was excited and nervous over the long-anticipated trip to the Bahamas. He had long looked forward to this and now that it had come he could scarcely realize it. His father, also, was glad to have him on board as company for him as well as furnishing amusement for the sailors. After they had been out to sea for several days, Paul’s father became critically ill. The physician on board saw little hope for the carpenter’s recovery, and after two or three days, dreadful days for Paul and his sailor friends, he died, leaving his son in my care. And then came the terrible task of throwing the corpse overboard. We sewed him into his hammock, but could find nothing to put in which would make it sink. After careful consideration we were obliged to put in an axe which belonged to the carpenter and which he had brought with him on board. This found, we enclosed it in the hammock and threw the body overboard. Just at that moment a great whale appeared, and with one mouthful swallowed the man, hammock and axe. This added to our grief and Paul was broken-hearted. The days passed slowly, very slowly, and Paul went about the ship sad and morose. He said little, ate little, slept little. Day after day went by and he got thinner and more peaked until he was finally obliged to take to his bed because of his frail condition. Again the ship’s physician was summoned, and again the case was pronounced serious. We were nearing the place where the carpenter had been thrown overboard when Paul also left us. He had become very friendly with all the sailors and it was quite a shock to us when we learned of his death. In spite of our grief we prepared him for his burial in the sea by sewing him in his hammock. We found, however, the same difficulty in finding a weight with which to sink the body. The only thing available was the grindstone which the carpenter owned also, and this we attached to the hammock. The body was scarcely thrown off the ship when the same whale appeared and swallowed it. Our grief and rage was terrible. Here was one whale which had eaten two of the men and was still living to swallow more if we allowed it. We then and there resolved THE GREEN AND WHITE 7 to get that whale and do away with hitn. Much careful planning and plotting resulted in the catching of the whale by means of a great hook and a large piece of pork. We even managed to take him on the deck where he floundered for a while but finally moved no more. Suddenly we heard a buzzing sound seeming to come from inside the whale and we anxiously cut him in half. Wonder of wonders ! There was the boy grinding the axe, while his father turned the grindstone. ARLEEN HOLM, Class of 1924 •-----o------ C. M. H. S. C is for courtesy to one and to all, O is for order in every hall, L is for learning the lessons of life, T is for triumph in every strife. M for the memory of classes of old, E for their efforts so many times told, M for their mission on life’s stormy way, 0 for opportunities, now come what may, R is for respect to their teachers all, 1 for ideals, we answer their call, A for attendance with banner their prize, L is for loyalty in all their school ties. H is for honor roll hard to attain, I for the idler—truly a stain, G is for goodness throughout the school, H is for happy obedience to rule. S is for study and well-earned success, C for all classes in C. M. H. S., H is for honesty in all that we do, O is for order in everything, too. O for the oneness of class and of school, L for the lives that are shaped for life’s duel. MARGUERITE AND MARY TOBIN Class of 1926. ------o------ BILLY’S PROBLEM The more the dog yelped, the more Billy danced with joy. Billy, aged seven, had tied a tin can to the dog’s tail, and thought it a great joke. He changed his mind, however, when his mother appeared at the door. ''Billy, what have you done, you naughty boy?” she asked. “I onlv tied the can to his tail,” defended Billy. “Aren’t you ashamed of yourself—tying a can to the poor dog’s tail! You just wait until your father and the rest of the family come home. I'll tell them about you.” she said severely, as she took the can off the dog’s tail. After his mother had gone into the house, Billy meditated for a long while. “I guess I’ll run away,” he said, “nobody likes me ’ Yet something seemed to tell him to stay home. “If I run away maybe I won’t see any of them again and they’ll all be sorry for the way they've treated me.” Still a voice urged him to stay at home. What, stay home and have the rest of the family jeer and shame him? What would they say then ? If he stayed at home he would have to receive more scoldings, and he detested scoldings. Then the horrible thought seized him. Suppose he ran away, where would he run to? If he got lost, he might starve or—a hundred other thoughts of what might happen made him nearly give up the thought. Yet—the scoldings, the humiliation. Yes, it would be better to face the family than to face hunger, fatigue, and a score of other things. Yes, it was decided! He would not run away. He would tease mother not to tell; but he knew it would be of no avail, although there was no harm in trying. Hanging his head he went into the house to ask his mother’s forgiveness. GERTRUDE GRICE, Class of 1925. ------o----- THE FUGITIVE PANAMA “Aunt Polly, do you want anything from the store?” asked Jim Craig of his aunt. “If you do I’ll get it, because I’m going out,” he continued. As he received no response, he concluded that Aunt Polly didn't need anything; because if she had, she’d surely hear him. As he walked along accompanied by his dog, Hyke, it seem as if there was never a lonelier, warmer night. All his friends had gone to camp and he couldn’t go because his aunt Polly was too poor. Walking along, he espied a pool near Columbus’ Statue. It was so hot and the water looked so tempting that he jumped in—clothes and all. He was enjoying himself when he heard footsteps. Thinking it was a policeman, he quickly emerged, dripping from the pool. By the light of the street lamp, he could see the face of a kindly man. looking a good deal like the pictures he had seen of some man—he did not remember of whom. “Hello Mister!” he said. “Gee, I’m glad you’re not a cop! Oh, there goes your Panama. I’ll get it,” and as he saw the wind lift the hat from the man’s head, he quickly jumped into the pool again. He soon got the Panama hat and gave it to the man. “I guess the rim is wet, but that’ll dry.” “Yes, I guess it will,” said the man. “But, now why do you seem to be glad that I’m not a ‘cop’?” “Well, because the last time me and Charlie Brown went swimming in that pool, a cop chased us.” 8 THE GREEN AND WHITE “Where is Charlie Brown tonight?” “He is gone to camp—to Camp Columbus, said Jim, and his glance fell. He was thinking of what a dandy time he would be having in the waters of Brenton Bay. “And why didn’t you go?” asked the gentleman, kindly. “Because, because—gee! Mister, I don’t want to tell you!” he blurted out. “Come, now. sit down here and tell me all about it,” hte man urged. “I’m afraid the cops will see me,” Jim told him. “The ‘cops’ won’t touch you when they see me,” said the man; and Jim afterwards thought that he saw a twinkle in his eye. “All right, Mister,” said Jim, and thus urged he told his story. When he heard it, the gentleman said, Well now, that certainly is too bad. Will you come to see me at—” (and the gentleman gave Jim a card with his name and address on it, as Jim afterwards found out.) The next day found Jim walking along looking for 1C66 Washington Square. He asked a near-by policeman where it was. “Gee! The houses don’t seem to have numbers on ’em around here!” he said. To his surprise he was directed to the White House. Once inside he was directed to an office which said “President” on the outside. He at once reasoned that the man he had met the night before was the President of the United States! He walked inside. “Good morning, Master Craig,” said the President. “G-Good morning, Mister President,” he faltered. The President rang a bell. “And how are you after last night?” he asked. “Oh, all right, sir,” said Jim. “I never get cold after a swim on a hot night.” “That’s good. How would you like to have a swim with the rest of the boys at Camp Columbus tomorrow?” “I’d love it, sir.” “Here is Mr. Sterling. Go with him. If you are not properly suited with everything he buys you come back to me. I’ll be after you in my car this afternoon. And tell your aunt Polly I’ll expect you to be all ready to go with me.” “Come along,” said Mr. Sterling. Jim was fitted out that morning with all the necessities of camp life. Aunt Polly was more than surprised and bustled about fixing Jim’s valise. The car was soon at the door and Jim hurried to meet the President. At the dock Jim saw a private yacht belonging to the nation’s head. As he sailed up Brenton Bay he said to himself, “This is traveling ‘de-luxe.’ ” His happiness was complete when he reached shore and his friends ran out to meet him.” ELIZABETH O’CONNOR. Class of 1927. -----o------ FADED OLD RED SWEATER Faded, old red sweater, You’ve been a pal, Oh gee! You seem just like a good old friend That’s always stood by me. When I’ve been playing football. You’ve been there, red and gay, When winter winds were blowing. You’ve kept the cold away. Faded, old red sweater, When I’ve been sad or blue, You’ve seemed to understand me— Somehow I’ve Clung to you. You’ve got a cozy feeling; I’ve worn you everywhere; We’ve been buddies together In all the wear and tear. Faded, old red sweater, You are a souvenir Of work, and play, and sorrow, Of every smile and tear. Faded, old red sweater, You’ve grown close to my heart; My pal, my chum, my buddy, With you I’ll never part. KATHERINE M. FAY, Class of 1925. ALMA MATER We praise our Alma Mater, The spirit which we keep, Of honesty, obedience, And loyalty so deep. God bless our own dear High School, And keep her safe from wrong, While we who love her memory, Lift up our voice in song. We learned from her to cherish Those ideals that we won, And ne’er to leave unfinished The work we’ve once begun; While trying hard to master The tasks we daily do. And now to the Colt High School, We’ll evermore be true. So here’s to Alma Mater, On thee we praise bestow. For all thy kind endeavors Our intellect to glow. So we will e’er remember As in those days of yore. We've pledged our deep devotion To thee forever more. ARLEEN A. HOLM, Class of 1924. THE GREEN AND WHITE 9 WHILE PA “LISTENED IN” Mrs. Andrews settled back comfortably in her old stuffed rocker, and was anxiously watching her husband. He sat on a low stool on the other side of the room, intent on tuning in.” The only results now were various squeaks and squeals from the loudspeaker that stood behind the mahogany case. “Why don't you keep that, pa?” Mrs. Andrews asked. “It was a nice song. You only want that fast music—Jazz, I think it’s called. You know you do!” “Hush, ma, I can't get nothing when you talk. I’m listening to one of those foxtrots, they call ’em,” replied David Andrews. Ma rocked slowly back and forth in her chair. They were gradually moving along with the times, but in the room, the only modern thing was the shining case from which strains of “jazzy” music were now issuing. All else in the room was the same as it had been for many years past. The same carpet with large red roses on it, the old-fashioned pictures, the candlesticks on the shelf that had belonged to her mother, even a sampler, done in red thread, with the words, “There’s no place like home.” A sudden squeal of delight from her husband, and she came back to the present. “Ain’t that great, Ma? Hear them clap!” said her husband, and as the fascinating music continued he sat tapping his slipper on the old carpet, keeping time to the music. Mrs. Andrews was glad to see David so happy but she had her doubts as to whether he had a right to indulge in it so much. He even gave up traveling to the little, old meeting house on Sunday, and sat and listened to the lovely Sunday services from some large church in a distant ctiy. On week nights he would come home, “tune in” to some “jazzy ” music and sit up till the early hours of the morning “listening in.” A creak was heard, which seemed to come from the shed. Mrs. Andrews looked out into the kitchen but it was dark and the light in the sitting room was lowered. Earlier in the evening they had been listening to a weird play and David had turned down the lights to make it seem more realistic. The noise came again. Her heart beat faster, but then, it could be only Tommy, their cat. David was far away in a Western state and she would not disturb him. Suddenly, before she could cry out, she felt something cold pressing against her forehead. A short, stout man stood in front of her with a revolver .at her head and his other hand over her mouth to prevent her from screaming. Another man, tall and thin, was going over toward the radio. He too, carried a revolver. Was he going to shoot David? What was the use of the large horn if it couldn't transmit a call for help? The cold steel of the revolver slipped quietly to the bridge of her nose. She gave one wild shriek. David ran to her and put his arms around her, “Janie! Ma! What is the matter ?” Mrs. Andrews looked about her; the men were gone, and her husband was near by. “Oh! David,” she cried, “They held a revolver at my head and it dropped to my nose just as the man was going to shoot you.” . David gently lifted her steel-rimmed spectacles from off the end of her nose, and said, “I guess them’s all the revolvers you felt. That play was too much for you and you fell asleep while I was listening to ‘jazz.’ They just said ‘good night’ from Nebraska, anyway. Now, I'll put Tommy out and will go to bed. It’s two o’clock.” GLADYS BRELSFORD, Class of 1924. -----o------ 41 Constitution St. Bristol, R. I. December 11, 1923. Dear Mother:— One day last week I was reading in the sunny east window when I was disturbed by a knock at the side door. I went to open it and there standing facing me, stood one of the “household terrors.”—a book-seller (and wearing a purple coat.) “Is Mother home?” she asked. I might have asked whose mother, but I didn’t. “I’m all alone—Mother is away,” I answered and knew that she didn’t believe a word of it. “Perhaps you would be interested. I am selling ‘The Harp of God.’ It is a religious book, containing scriptural passages, foretelling the future, and---” “I'm sorry,” I interrupted, “I haven’t any money to spend just now. I’m saving it. Come back some time when my mother is home.” That didn’t daunt her a bit. “I have a little pamphlet here for twenty cents—perhaps you would like that?” she asked pleasantly. “It’s called ‘Millions Now Living Will Never Die.’ ” I began a new line of defense. “Oh—I don’t believe that. In fact, I think it’s absolutely foolish.” “Oh no—dis isn’t foolish,” she said, lapsing into her native dialect. “Dis is all 10 THE GREEN AND WHITE true. It comes right from da Bible—see dis—right from da Bible.” “I believe the passages from the Bible but that other stuff is so dry that I couldn’t get through the first chapter of it.” She became extremely voluble. “Don't you want to go to heaven?” she demanded. • “If you never die you can’t go to heaven,” I laughed. She was furious. Then calming down she said “Why don’t you give it to your mother for a Christmas present ?” “I’ve got all my presents bought.” I answered easily. “Well, den. what you savin’ your money for?” she pounced on me. That was too much. “I’m saving it for a definite purpose,” I replied and proceeded to close the door. All hope gone, she turned saying, “I guess you don’t want the book.” “I guess I don’t” I flung after her and slammed the door. When I got back to my book, I sat down and laughed. Come home soon. I can't stand any more onslaughts like that. Your distressed daughter, DILYS. DILYS M. WALL, Class 1925. ----------o------ CLASS HISTORY In September, 1920, (it now seems so long ago that the minute details are lost in the dim dawn of antiquity) the Class of 1924 made its advent. To our unsophisticated minds, that was a wonderful day. I think that the sun shone a little brighter that day, and that the flowers wore their brightest hues, and a myriad of sounds of bright September day joined in singing: “Open ye portals of C. M. H. S.. Receive these children as your guest; Teach them to use their talents right, To uphold the Truth with all their might; Train them so, four year years from now. They may go forth with unclouded brow, Their place to take among the ranks of men. And always the honor of C. M. H. S. sing.” At first we were rather timid, as all good “Freshies” should be, but at the end of the third week, we felt very much at home and nothing phased us. Our first social was a Hallowe’en Party where ghosts and goblins mingled in good fellowship with the Queen of Hearts” and many a Farmer Hayseed danced with cleverly gowned maidens. School life rolled merrily on with nothing very exciting until May, when we decided to go on a May walk. Of course, every member of the class promised to be on time, namely, to meet at the school at 5:00 A. M. That was a hardship to be sure, and needless to say it was nearer 6:00 before we got started. It was a gloomy, threatening morning, the clouds were very dark, but with spirits undaunted, we started out. Did it rain before we returned? Well, I should say it did. but we were all good sports and enjoyed the walk around Colt’s Drive, returning, our clothes somewhat damp, but hilarious in spirit. Soon the year was over and after a long vacation, the verdant Freshmen had taken their places among the ranks of those much to be feared “Sophomores.” The Sophomore year was quite stupid. In the first place were were not allowed to haze the Freshies.” This in itself was a terrible blow, but to add insult to injury, we were not allowed to have a single function. In spite of it all, we have a good time and kept the teachers highly amused with our antics. In our Junior Year, we organized for the first time as a class. In September, we elected our officers for the year, after more or less electioneering, the following officers were elected: President ................ Clifford Keating Vice President ---------------------- Angell Sheldon Secretary ..................... Arleen Holm Treasurer ...... ........... Frances Horton Executive Committee—Sidney Makowsky, Lev- erett Edgett. Charles Serbst, Katherine Bullock. Class Adviser ------------------------- Mrs. Clark Our first undertaking as a class was a sleigh ride. One beautiful moonlight night, after wasting an hour trying to hire a horse, (we had the sleigh), we went on a long ride. It was quite a wonderful ride in spite of the fact that the most of us had to get out and walk up the hills. We visited Warren and let the natives know we were very much alive. A little later in the year, the class presented the drama “Abraham Lincoln. This was for the edification of the townspeople because, alas and alack, no class but the seniors was allowed to have any money-making functions. Just before the school closed for the year, the much talked about Junior Prom was given. Everyone had a wonderful time. At last, after three arduous years, we were full-fledged Seniors. How proud we were to take our places in the ranks so envied by under-class men. This year we really began to live. The class officers were elected as follows: President ---------------- Sidney Makowsky Vice President ---------------------- Angell Sheldon Secretary ________________ Arleen Holm Treasurer .............. Katherine Bullock Executive Committee—Elizabeth Kearney, Angell Sheldon, Arline Wilcox. Class Adviser ___________________ Mrs. Clark C. M. H. S. DEBATING CLUB Top Row, left to right—J. Burns, G. Grice, R. Passing, D. Wall, C. McHugh, B. Tucker, E. Moore, C. Keating, Leahy, N. Benard. Bottom Row, left to right—Mrs. Clark, President Sidney Makowsky, C. Nussenfeld, C. Pay, L. Kenney, C. Serbst, Horton, R. R. Strong. V. F. 12 THE GREEN AND WHITE We held several dances which were decidedly successful. One evening the Brown orchestra gave us a very pleasing entertainment which was well patronized. In March we held a food sale, and after the supper was served, dancing was enjoyed by the pupils. The school orchestra, under the direction of Miss Sullivan, furnished music. Our class play, “Daddy-Long-Legs,” was presented by a talented group of Seniors, assisted by several talented Freshmen. It certainly was enjoyed by all those who saw it and was a great success. As May dawned, again we decided to go on another May walk. We met in front of the school at 7:00 A. M., and started on a hike to Mount Hope. We ate our lunch on the “White Rocks,” and returned home at 3:00, fatigued and exhausted. We are getting ready for graduation, so our good times as a class in C. M. H. S. are over, but we sincerely hope that the little advice wafted in on the September breezes of four years ago, “to take our place in the ranks or men, and always the honor of C. M. H. S. sing,” will be upheld by every member of the Class of 1924. MARGUERITE BOOTH, Historian of the Class of 1924. ------o----- THE DANGER SIGNAL The month of October in the year 1893 was a very unsettled period for the little town of Bristol. The streets of the town had become rivers of muddy water, and our old friends, Ambrose E. Brunswick said it was the worst month he had seen in seventy five years. About six o’clock on the twenty-eighth day of the month, a young man about twenty-five years of age was seen walking down Franklin street toward the railroad station. He reached there just in time to catch the six o’clock train to Providence. In a half hour’s time he arrived in the big city and there commenced his night’s run on the P. W. B. Railroad, running old Number 6, better known as the famous F. M. Weld. This engineer had never missed a day since he began his career as a railroad man. He had seen many storms, but none as bad as the one of the twenty-ninth of October. In those days, the conductors were allowed to go up and talk to the engineer at each station, so as the old Number Six stopped at Warren the conductor, namely, Joseph Bosworth, went up and started to talk to our friend, who we cherish so much today. During the conversation, this conductor asked T. P. B. if he thought it had cleared off for good. “Well, I hope so,” was the answer. “I nearly ran by two Red Eyes night before last.” It was about the worst trip I ever put in on two rails.” “Yes,” said Mr. Bosworth, “it was a ripper. I understand there were two washouts at Readville. “I wouldn’t wonder,” was T. P. B.’s answer. “I understand that a dam broke there early in the evening.” “I didn’t hear a word about it,” said Mr. Bosworth. “But I known this much, if that is true those old bridges will go.” “Well, I certainly hope not,” said our friend. I have to go over that bridge tomorrow.” “If the water hits the cement, it will go like so much mud.” “What makes you think so?” “Think so? I know so,” said Bosworth. “Well, it is starting time,” said the conductor, and called out, “All aboard for Bristol, and then the engineer started. “Bear in mind what I have told you, Tom,” said the conductor as he retreated. After reaching Bristol, the locomotive was turned toward Providence again, where it was backed into the round-house. The thirtieth of October our friend was right on his seat ready to start for Readville. The fireman had shoveled on the coal and the train was now ready to go. But at that moment our young friend got a message from the Master Mechanic which requested his presence in the office immediately. When he reached the office, he received a more cordial reception than he had expected. “Come right in,” said the Master Mechanic. “You are Mr. T. P. B., are you not?” “Yes sir.” “You are spare man on old No. 6?” “Yes sir.” “How long have you been on the job?” “A little over six months,” was the answer. “Do you think you are capable of becoming a permanent man?” “Yes indeed, Why?” “Well, I’ll tell you. It is this way. The regular man has met with an accident and I want you to become a permanent man.” Then he grasped Mr. B.’s hand and said, “You are to pilot the old No. 6 tonight to Readville. As our esteemed friend left the office, he felt as though he were walking on air. By the way, all young men of his age do when they receive a promotion of this kind. It is always customary for the engineer to inspect his engine before leaving, and also to oil it up, and this is what young B. did. It was going to be the thrill of his lifetime, as the President’s car was on the rear, and he told his fireman to do his best in keeping up steam, and to tidy up the cab as he expected the President to inspect the THE GREEN AND WHITE 13 locomotive at the end of the journey. “I’ll do my best,” was Mr. Greene’s answer. At just 7:20 our friend received the green lantern signal and the old locomotive rolled gracefully into the station where the President’s car was coupled onto the end of the eighth Pullman. There stood the old engine with her proud engineer and the eight cars with the President’s car at the rear. It was a sight to behold and the young engineer’s heart thrilled at the thought of his journey. It was now time to start on the journey to Readville. The train pulled out of the station very gracefully and gained speed at each turn of the wheels. It increased from 40 miles an hour until by gradual ascent it reached the speed of 75 miles an hour. It continued to go at this rate until it reached Dare Devil’s Curve, where Mr. B. noticed a Red Eye flashing frantically in front of him. He applied his brakes and then the emergencies, until the train was brought to a dead halt, just a hundred feet from the fallen bridge. This stop meant the saving of over a hundred lives, as well as the train and locomotive. After the excitement had subdued. Mr. B. went back to sec where the signal man was, and greatly to his surprise he found after a long search that the danger signal had been caused by a small bird which had become lodged in the headlight and was trying to get out. As I have not told who the engineer was, I will first say that this story is not true, but is especially written for the Green White for the benefit of our beloved friend, Mr. Brightman, a veteran of two rails. NORMAN BENARD, ’25. ------o----- THE REFLECTION IN THE MIRROR John Abbot was very old. He was the wealthiest man in the town. He had many queer ideas and once he had formed a plan he would not change his mind under any circumstances. No one knew from where he got his money or when. The only thing that was known was that he possessed millions. The one person who he cherished above all others was his grand daughter, Marguerite, who was his only relative. John Abbot often would laugh and say to Marguerite, “Life won’t always be so easy; you will have to work hard someday or starve.” Marguerite thought this was a great joke. She often thought afterwards what he meant by this; but these thoughts did not worry her long; and she would go out with a number of her friends and forget them. There was one man whom she had re- cently met at a party, who interested her particularly. He seemed well educated. By his conversation she learned that he had been to Harvard. He was very tall and had brown hair that waved slightly. He was so tall that whenever Marguerite stood beside him, she appeared to be very small. His name was Edward Sargent. One day old John Abbot died suddenly. His death was a shock to the whole town. Marguerite, who before this time did not know what trouble was, was especially saddened. She had a great many friends to console her, but the one who was always ready to help most was Edward Sargent. Not long after this the will was read. The beautiful estate was willed to Marguerite but the money would not be so easy to get. The will said that the money was hidden somewhere in the house. John Abbot expressed his desire to have Marguerite search for it without any outside help. It also stated that until she found the money she would have to find some kind of employment. Marguerite trembled at the thought of this; for what kind of work could she do? Now she knew what her grand father meant when he said, “Life won’t always be so easy; you will have to work some day or starve.” All that night these words rang through her head. She pictured herself as a stenographer, as a dressmaker, as a mill-worker, and a dozen other things; but she coud not fulfill the requirements of any of them. She arose the next morning after a sleepless night determined to find the money. Her faithful maid, Marie, offered to assist her; but Marguerite, remembering the words of the will reluctantly, refused her aid. She decided to start in the attic and search every nook down to the cellar. This seemed to her the only logical thing to do. In the attic she opened all the trunks, moved everything, hunted for trap doors; she even found a way out in the roof. At last she gave up in despair. The next day she was going to search the second floor. That evening Edward Sargent called. Marguerite told him of her search. He offered to help her but this Marguerite refused to let him do. First of all, the next day she ransacked her grand father’s bedroom and his private den which was the next room. In his desk she hunted for any papers which might help her. She found one paper with some strange lettering on it and also there was a tiny arrow on the right corner of the paper and on the arrow was printed the word, “Gold.” Marguerite examined this paper closely, turning it all ways but she could make nothing of it. She 14 THE GREEN AND WHITE put the paper in the pocket of her dress and continued her search through the other rooms. Again that evening young Sargent came to call and appeared to be very interested in the hunt for the money. Marguerite showed him the paper she had found. Edward took the paper and examined it closely and finally said that he couldn’t make “head or tail” to it. Marguerite knew that if she didn’t find the money soon, she would have to go to work. On the third day she started out almost desperate, determined to find the hidden treasure. Towards evening she gave up, still without any luck. “Well,” she said to Marie, “Grandfather must have wanted me to work, and it looks as if I will have to.” In the middle of the night she was awakened suddenly. She heard Marie saying quietly, “Miss Marguerite! Miss Marguerite 1 Some one in the drawing room. It is lighted up. I turned the lights out before I came to bed.” “Are you sure, Marie?” said Marguerite, sitting up in bed. “Yes, I am sure that some one is there, because I heard a chair move and some papers rustle.” Marguerite, quite aroused by this time, arose quickly and started downstairs followed by Marie. She crept stealthily up to the door of the drawing room. Sure enough, it was lit up 1 Marguerite’s face became very pale, for as she looked in the old Colonial mirror on the other side of the room she saw the reflection of Edward Sargent emerge from a narrow passageway in the wall. In his hands he carried a bag which he placed on the floor, and then he disappeared. “Quick! Marie,” Marguerite said in a whisper, “wake the other servants and bring them here.” Marguerite stayed outside the door and waited for Sargent to re-appear. The intruder was overpowered and tied to a chair by the servants until the arrival of the police. He offered no excuse but went along with the officers quietly. “How did he know where the money was?” asked Marie. “I know,” said Marguerite. Then she told about the paper she had found in her grandfather’s desk. She said that she hadn’t ben able to find it since the night she showed it to him. “After all the others had returned to their rooms, Marguerite walked up to the old mirror and looked at it. “Good old mirror,” she sighed, “you will never lose your place on the wall if I can help it.” ELSA GREENWELL. HUMAN MOSQUITOES Human mosquitoes are like unto the mosquito of the insect species; just as soon as Dame Nature appears, bringing with her pleasant evenings of warmth and pleasure, out flitted the mosquitoes of both kinds from their quarters and set about their task of making it impossible for anyone to enjoy the beauties of nature. During the summer evenings you no sooner get seated on your front porch, but up come your would-be friends to make the evening unpleasant for you. Soon the buzzing starts and you are trying to decide in your mind which one you would choose to banish if you had the privilege of chasing one of them away. When the two forms of mosquitoes appear, they bring with them germs; one brings the germ of malaria and unhealth-fulness, and the other the germ of scandal and gossip. These people destroy much more than the insect mosquito, for as the insect mosquito destroys your comfort, the human mosquito destroys your home and your name and also your social standing. The queer part of it is that once out of every hundred times they know what they are talking about and the other ninety-nine times they are either telling something they made up themselves or something somebody made up and told them. As the insect mosquito causes you bother by his continual bites and stings, the human mosquito causes you worry and discomfort. There is hardly any choice as to which one is the more welcome, or which one does the greater damage, because -you generally find the human mosquito “picking on someone wiser than he. The insect in my opinion is much more preferable to the mosquito of the human sort. EDWARD WALSH. Class of 1924. ------o----- THE MISSION OF A LETTER Mrs. Letter lay beneath a box under-the counter in a little country store that was also a post-office. It was very dark and dreary under the counter, and the box had wrinkled her pretty dress. “Oh dear, dear, dear,” sighed Mrs. Letter, “how I wish I could go back up on that other counter again. How nice it was up there when I could talk to all the other letters; and how I loved to watch the people coming in and out. I did so want to be somebody’s letter and I don’t see why that stupid man let me slip down through that hole in the counter, but ah! well, I might as well resign myself to fate. It won’t do me any good to complain, and maybe, maybe,” THE GREEN AND WHITE 15 said hopeful little Mrs. Letter, “what is in this big box over me will be used up and then they'll move the box and see me, and then, and then,” but Mrs. Letter was quite over whelmed with her own hopes that she would be moved, and subsided quiveringly onto the counter. How Mrs. Letter wondered who she was meant for and what news she was supposed to contain. “How sweet and happy that pretty young lady looked when she put my dress on me,” mused Mrs. Letter. “How gayly she tripped down the stairs to give me to the big man with the bag on his back. I’d like to see that girl again. I wonder what she would say if she knew where I am now.” For days Mrs. Letter lay hopefully under the box. Now the box contained mothballs and there was not a very great demand for them in the winter, but finally summer came. The demand for moth-balls to put up winter clothes, increased every day and Mr. Hodge decided to move the box up on the top counter where it would be handy. He was very near-sighted, but his hand encountered and lifted poor trembling Mrs. Letter out into the daylight. “Well, well, what’s this?” exclaimed Mr. Hodge, as he fumbled through his pockets for his spectacles. “Oh, how slow he is, said Mrs. Letter to herself. Finally Mr. Hodge had his glasses on, and slowly read aloud this address: Mr. George Stanley, Chief Construction Engineer, New Pemberton Mills, Pennsylvania. “Well by gum!” exclaimed Mr. Hodge. “Now ain’t it too bad. That thar young feller did look so downhearted when I told him way back thar in February there warn’t no letter here for him. They do say he ain’t doin’ half so well up thar as he usta when the letters came regular every two days. Well, I swan ! Here you, Timothy, come here. Take this here letter up to Mista Stanley and go double quick. You better ride yer wheel and you'll get thar quicker. Now scat!” Poor Mrs. Letter trembling with excitement and expectation jogged up and down in Timothy’s pocket, along the rutty country road. “Hey thar, where's Mista Stanley?” shouted Timothy to one of the workmen. “He’s over on t’other side a tha buildin’ talkin’ ta Jim Hawkins.” Timothy ran lumberingly around the building and drew up, red-faced and panting, before Mr. Stanley. “Here’s a letter for ya, sir. Mr. Hodge said I was to bring it double quick.” Stanley’s heart skipped a beat. How well he knew that familiar handwriting! He tore the letter open swiftly and glanced quickly down the page. Then suddenly his eyes brightened and he murmured aloud—“and dad says he couldn’t choose a better son-in-law.” Oh, how little Mrs. Letter’s heart thumped as she hear these words. “Oh goodness me,” she said, “how very stupid that man was to lose such an important letter. How unhappy the beautiful lady-must be.” Soon she was in George’s inside pocket next to his wildly beating heart. For days she lay there, wondering if this was the end of her mission in life. But ah, no, Mrs. Letter was far too important a letter to lay thus concealed from view. One day she was moved from the pocket and George very- tenderly tied a beautiful blue sash around her dress, and placed her in a beautiful frame of rose-wood with a glass door in the front, through which Mrs. Letter gazed amazedly at her surroundings. “Oh. oh, oh, I’m back in the beautiful lady’s house,” she said excitedly. “I remember hearing that beautiful clock up there ticking as she carried me down the stairs.” A few minutes later looking about her, Mrs. Letter saw a great many packages of various sizes, and some other letters, and shyly asked one of them what was happening in the house; there was such an air of suppressed excitement, and the servants hurried about with such happy smiles. —“and came with her wedding presents,” That night Mrs. Letter could scarcely sleep from excitement. Tomorrow will be so lovely,” she said. “That beautiful lady-will look so pretty, all dressed in white and with a veil and a bouquet of orange blossoms.” (Oh yes, Mrs. Letter knew all about what would happen on the morrow. She had overheard the maid and the butler talking about it.) Hazel did not disappoint Mrs. Letter the next day. She looked very beautiful and happy as she leaned on the arm of her beaming father. And when it was all over, and the happy couple were being congratulated, the first thing Stanley did when he could break away was to take a blossom from Hazel’s bouquet, press it to his lips and then to hers, and then slip it inside Mrs. Letter’s dress quite, quite close to her peaceful, contented heart—and— The very first piece of furniture placed in the Stanley’s new home was that framed and sacred love-letter, and Mrs. Letter beams sweetly from the wall supreme in the knowledge that at last she has fulfilled her mission. CATHERINE M. FAY, Class of 1925. 16 THE GREEN AND WHITE OUR OPINION Junior Sphinx: Friendly greetings to our most faithful exchange. You must have an energetic board to get your paper out every week. Your jokes are quite amusing. Why not have a few more original stories? X-Ray: Quite a clever idea to publish serial stories. Your “Student Opinion” is quite an innovation in a school paper. Gleaner: Regret to say that we received but one copy of your school paper, a very excellent publication. The poem “The Cathedral” is exceptionally good. KATHERINE BULLOCK. EXCHANGE DEPARTMENT The Board regrets to say that we have received very few exchanges this year. We would appreciate it if the schools which receive our paper would comment upon the issue and also exchange with us. The following exchanges were received: The X-Ray, Sacramento, Cal. The Junior Sphinx, Geneseo, 111. The Gleaner, Pawtucket, R. I. SOCIAL a LE CERCLE FRANQAIS One day in March Le Cercle Francais was formed. A president, Miss Sadie Giorgio, and a secretary, Miss Theresa Peters, were elected, and a day set for the first meeting. This took place on March 17. Leo Nusenfeld was elected vice-president, and Miss Gertrude Grice, treasurer. Only Seniors and Juniors can belong, with the exception of those (exceedingly few) Sophomores who have acquitted themselves with distinction in French class. Our second meeting was held April 15. These gatherings consist of short business meetings, a social hour, and light refreshments. We have a novel way of obtaining the latter. It is necessary to have a password before being admitted, and to procure this, five cents must be paid to the treasurer. At the first, Miss Callan spoke jestingly of an invasion which we were to make on Paris, some day, and so at our next meeting we took an imaginary trip to France which is related below. “It was on a warm day in the middle of July that the French Club started enthusiastically on its way to France, each hoping that it would live up to its reputation and belie the World War veterans’ disgusted comments on “Sunny” France. We would have started sooner, only Miss Matheson insisted on staying over the Fourth so she could march in a very dignified manner in the parade. At last we were on our way. On calling the roll in New York, we found that two of our number had mysteriously disappeared. We hunted and hunted; we called the police; and all to no avail. The earth seemed to have swallowed them up. Certain persons were so grief-stricken that we decided to cheer them up by attending the Ziegfeld Follies. Imagine the shock to us, when who should come dancing on the stage but—the Misses Greenwell and Koch. When they learned how deeply they had been mourned, they decided to go on with us and give up their careers. “When the captain shouted All Aboard! and was about to haul in the gang-plank, we heard a great commotion; and hurrying to the scene we found that Sidney Ma-kowsky was insisting on going ashore to buy another suit of clothes. One of the THE GREEN AND WHITE 17 ship’s officers had told him that the Prince of Wales had had twenty suits, so he had thought it absolutely necessary to get one more. “On the fourth day out a great storm arose. We gathered in the recreation room. where Miss Kennedy and Miss Moore comforted us by playing and singing Do They Think of Me at Home?” “A Life on the Ocean Wave,” “Who’s Sorry Now?” “Where is My Wandering Boy Tonight?” “The Vacant Chair,” etc. The only thing that cheered us up was the thought that, if the ship sank and we weren’t in very deep water, we might be able to keep our heads above the surface by standing on Kenney or Serbst. Then the propeller broke; there was no hope. But a wonderful idea came to Miss Horton, “Give me a rowboat,” she cried, “and I will tow you o’er the ocean!” “In Paris we had to free Miss Wall from the clutches of the French police. It seems that she was discovered sketching the statues and paintings in the Louvre, which is against the law. At last, upon agreeing to make a drawing for each one of the judges, she was acquitted. “When the leader of the orchestra at the Ritz heard that Miss Nettleton and Miss Marino and Levy were violinists from Bristol, R. I., and especially that two of them had played in the famous C. M. H. S. orchestra, he begged them to stay and add their great abilities to the Ritz orchestra. But for their promise to stay by the French Club, they would probably have yielded to the Frenchman’s frenzied entreaties. “We had great difficulty in keeping track of Miss Grice, for she was always wandering into strange by-ways to find queer expressions to use as passwords when we returned. Another member who almost deserted was Miss Giorgio who was offered a responsible position as assistant chemist in Mme. Curie’s laboratory. “Leo Nussenfeld left us for a few days while he went to Genoa to discover some fresh information about Christopher ‘Columb.’ “Miss Callan had a hard time rescuing a quartet which had ventured into the East Side to learn the Apache dances. For the Apaches, who had probably never heard of any terpsichorean efforts named after themselves, took them for rich tourists and shut them up as a mild joke. But for Miss Callan's tactful diplomacy there is no telling how far the ‘joke’ might have been carried. “But all these escapades had tired us, and we took the next steamer home. When we disembarked at New York we were tremendously surprised to find a delegation consisting of President Coolidge, “Al” Smith, and the mayor of New York awaiting us at the pier. But our pride received a great fall when we found that they weren’t waiting for us but for Mrs. Coolidge, who had gone to Paris on a shopping tour. “We finished our journey in a much chastened frame of mind. The French Club is, as yet, in its infancy. But we hope that by next year it will have become a truly great institution. THERESA E. PETERS, ’24. ------o------- RHODE ISLAND HONOR SOCIETY An important event in the school year was the organization at Colt Memorial of a chapter of the Rhode Island Honor Society of High Schools. An idea of this society may be gained from the following quotation from its constitution: “The purpose of this organization shall be to encourage the development of high scholarship, strong spirit of service, helpful leadership and worthy character in the students of the Rhode Island High Schools. “All students who at the beginning of their senior year have an average scholarship rank of 85% or over for all previous work and who possess the other necessary qualifications of character, service, and helpful leadership shall be eligible for membership; also all students who at the beginning of the second half of their senior year meet these requirements.” On April 16, the day before the Easter vacation, special exercises were held in the auditorium at which Principal George H. Eckels of the Technical High School, Providence, was the guest of honor. He gave a very interesting and stimulating address, showing the importance of high scholarship, at the close of which he presented emblems and certificates to the following ten members of the class of 1924: Gladys Brelsford Katherine Bullock Mary Ezikorich Sadie Giorgio Elsa Greenwell Arleen Holm Sidney Makowsky Geraldine Marino Mary Matheson Theresa Peters RALPH R. STRONG, Principal, C. M. H. S. 18 THE GREEN AND WHITE THE DEBATING CLUB OF THE COLT MEMORIAL HIGH SCHOOL The Debating Club of the Colt Memorial High School met on November 7, 1923, and the following officers were elected: Sidney Makowsky, chairman; Norman Benard, vice chairman and treasurer; Miss Catherine Fay, secretary. The business committee was Charles Serbst, Miss Barbara Tucker, and Norman Benard. The club adviser elected was Mr. Strong, and the assistant club adviser, Mrs. Clark. The purpose of this society is threefold: “to develop the habit of independent and organized thought upon all important questions; to develop the ability to speak easily and convincingly upon such questions; and to convince others of the correctness and sincerity of the speaker’s views.” We then joined the Brown Interscholastic Debating League. The Brown Club offers to the high schools of Rhode Island a cup to be held for a year by the debating team winning the most debates determined by an elimination process. In the first debates of the series we were chosen by lot to debate with the Pawtucket High School at Pawtucket. We then planned to hold a debate in the auditorium before the pupils and faculty on the question to be debated in Pawtucket. Those who took part on the affirmative side were Miss Gertrude Grice, Miss Dilys Wall, Leon Kenney and Charles Serbst. The negative team was Norman Benard, Leo Nussenfeld, Sidney Makowsky and Miss Catherine Fay. The judges, Mr. Hobbs, Dr. Williams and Mrs. John Condon, decided in favor of the affirmative. Mrs. Clark and Mr. Strong, after much deliberation, chose the following team from those who debated in the auditorium, to take part in the debate at Pawtucket: Charles Serbst, Leon Kenney, Leo Nussenfeld, and Miss Catherine Fay as alternate. Mr. Robert K. Bennett, Superintendent of Schools in Central Falls, accepted our invitation to act as judge in this debate. The other two judges were chosen by Pawtucket. There was a great deal of hard work put in in preparation for the debate and we are greatly indebted to Mrs. Clark for her advice and assistance. On the night of the debate the members of the team and other members of the debating club, and of the school traveled by train to Providence. Here they were met by Mr. Kirschbaum, coach of the Pawtucket debating team. When we arrived at Pawtucket, Mr. Kirschbaum started us on the way to the school. After we had walked and walked till we thought we’d never stop, our guide discovered that he had lost his way. We turned around and tramped back and arrived rather late, but safely, at the Grove Street Grammar School, where the debate was to be held. The high school orchestra cheered us considerably with some very enjoyable music and finally everything became quiet and we started our first real debate. I can’t describe the funny feeling we all experienced when our first speaker stood up. We fought hard to win that debate but were defeated by the Pawtucket team. However,, we gained much more confidence in ourselves and useful experience in debating. As a result of this debate, we were eliminated from the Brown Interscholastic League. Hope High School in Providence was also eliminated from the league; so we challenged the club to hold a debate here in the auditorium in Bristol on the same Question. All plans were completed, and on December 18th, we held a debate in the auditorium. Judge Leahy acted as our judge; the second judge was chosen by Hope High, and the third by the Brown Club. We charged an admission fee of twenty-five cents and a large number of the townspeople attended. Our team again went down to defeat, but like the Freshman Fullback in the story, we “don't know when we are licked.” CATHERINE FAY, ’25, Secretary of Debating Club. -----o------ THE SCIENCE CLUB The first Science Club at our high school was formed under the direction of Mr. Condon, and chose for its officers: President, Leo Nussenfeld; Secretary, Madeline Koch; Treasurer, Thomas McGrath. Meetings are held every two weeks and the program committee, Keating. Nussenfeld. and Miss Horton, has arranged talks on Physical Testing, Chemistry, Fire and Explosions, Radio and Home Inventions and Problems. An open meeting was held in the audi-torum to which all were invited. Mr. I. F. Richardson, automotive engineer with the Vacuum Oil Company of Boston, gave a very instructive illustrated lecture on “Lubrication.” Another such meeting is being planned for the latter part of the year which will be open to everyone. -----o------ Our school sent one of the eleven teams that entered the First Interscholastic Chemistry Contest at R. I. State College on the morning of the Track Meet, May 10th. The silver trophy went to Rogers of Newport. Only the winning team was an- THE GREEN AND WHITE 19 nounced. Those chosen by Mr. Condon to Morris Levy and Fabio De Cristofaro. represent the school were Leon Kenney, Clifford Keating entered as an individual for Miss Frances Horton, Miss Sadie Giorgio, the special prize. So much has been said about athletics in the Colt Memorial High School that further praise is out of place. At the beginning of the season the spirit of foot ball was inflamed in the heart of every pupil in the Colt Memorial High School. With the assistance of Mr. Eastwood and Mr. Condon a team was soon rounded into shape and two games played. One of the hottest contests ever witnessed took place on Bristol common between a team composed of the “Freshies” and Juniors, and another of Seniors and “Sophs.” End runs and line plunging by Rinaldi, the varsity fullback, resulted in a victory for the “Freshies” and Juniors. From this game our coaches picked a varsity eleven to represent Colt Memorial High School on the gridiron. Football is again revived after a ten-year lapse. Our football schedule to date for next year is as follows: Sept. 10.........Colt at Durfee, Fall River Sept. 26.......... West Warwick at Bristol October 3 ........... Colt at Central Falls BASKET BALL After five seasons with no team to repre- sent our school in the “gyms” around Rhode Island, a basket ball team is now formed, of which every pupil of the Colt Memorial High School should be proud. Though it was organized rather late in the season it showed that Colt Memorial High School must be placed on the map in basket ball. With the assistance of our coach, Mr. Condon, a schedule of eight games was arranged, of which four were won by the team, while the other four were lost by only a few points. During the basket ball season school spirit seemed dead. Something had to be done to renew the spirit of athletics. It was Mr. Strong that helped the Athletic Association very much by frequently addressing the student body, on assembly mornings, concerning the results of games, the necessity of athletics in the school and school spirit. TRACK Our track team at this time deserves a great deal of praise, because of its hard work in preparing for the Kingston Track 20 THE GREEN AND WHITE Meet. It entered in the inter-scholastics at Kingston this year, won second in the 100-yard (Remieres); third in the relay (Christensen, Pierce, Sheldon, Remieres), and Christensen tied for fourth in the broad ump. Of the eleven schools in class “B we were sixth. A triangular meet—Barrington, Bristol and Warren, is to take place at Sylvester Oval on June Ah. at 3 p. m. This should prove to be a great success. BASEBALL At the beginning of the season the spirit o: loyalty predominated over everything else. Xo matter where the team played, in town or out, there was always a group of “rooters” both boys and girls, who helped a great deal in winning the game by their cheering. Our team has not been able so far to obtain a victory, probably because of the fact that we lost bv graduation practically all our team last year, which made it necessary to form a new team this year. There are still the following games to be played and the boys expect to win a good part of them : May 26 ....... ...... Colt at Warwick May 23 Holy Family (New Bedford) at Bristol June 2 ............ Central Falls at Bristol June 6 ............... Colt at Cumberland June 9 ............ Tech 2nd at Providence June 10 —........ South Kingston at Bristol June 13 ---------------- Warren at Bristol June 17 .................. Alumni at Bristol WEARERS OF THE “C' FOR 1924 FOOTBALL. 1924 SERBST, Capt. MAHER F. REMIERES E. RINALDI KEATING LEAHY McGRATH WALSH BELMORE MORAN ROMANO L. RINALDI EISEXSTADT GAXGEME McHUGH MORRIS, Manager BASKET BALL, 1924 L. RIXALDI, Capt. GAXGEME LEAHY SHELDON BALFO.UR REMIERES BASSING PIERCE SERBST, Manager BASKET BALL, 1924, (GIRLS) A. HOLM, Capt. D. WALL E. ROBERTSON c. McGovern A. FAY E. MOORE J. EZIKOVICH M. HOLT C. HOYLE, Manager Captain this season, C. Hoyle. GIRLS’ TRACK, 1923 C. FAY, Capt. J. EZIKOVICH C. BULLOCK G. GRICE Captain next season—C. Bullock. Manager next season—E. Moore. Back Row, left to right—J. Front Row, left to right—J. C. M. M. S. LETTER MEN OF 1924 Riccio, G. Moran, T. Morris, C. Serbst, G. MacDonald, L. Eisenstadt, R. Church. Maher, A. Sheldon, A. Pierce, W. Christensen, F. Remieres, S. Makowsky, V. Leahy. H 3 m c 7Z m m 2 2 O 3 H m u hi l 4 C. M. H. S. BASE BALL TEAM Seated, left to right—J. Andrade, E. Menard, L. Rinaldi, E. Rinaldi, J. Romano, E. Walsh. Standing, left to right—R. Balfour, T. Morris. J. Burns, J .Maher, J. Gangeme, V. Leahy, T. McGrath. J. Gallagher, Mr. Condon. C. Belmore. H 3 m o 73 m m z z o H m C. M. H. S. GIRLS' BASKET BALL TEAM Back Row, left to right—D. Wall, E. Holt. E. Moore, V. LeClair, A. Holm, Mr. Condon. Front Row, left to right—E. Robinson. C. Fay, J. Ezikovich. H. Hoyle, C. Suzman, G. McGovern. 24 THE GREEN AND WHITE Arch Duke: “Sav, Sr. Thurston is getting pretty wild lately.” Prime Minister: “How come?” Arch Duke: “I saw her shaking Bones the other night.” Arch Duke: Can t you feel graduation coming on?” Prime Minister: “Yep. and I feel I’m not in on it.” Miss King: “Has anyone here ‘Lamb's lales? Miss Sisson: “If someone is born at sea what is it?” Serbst: “A fish.” Miss Sisson: “Write all vou can about hieroglyphics.” Walsh hands in his paper. Miss Sisson: W alsh. I told vou to write not to illustrate.” Wise Cracks by Our Debaters Serbst (on Ruhr question): “Thev supplied Turkey with arms.” Nussenfeld (on Ruhr question): “The Germans flooded the water supply.” Kenney (on Ruhr question): “You can’t strangle it by grabbing its skirts.” Makowskv (on Ruhr question): “Mv worthy opponents have said this: therefore it is wrong.” Miss Campagna (English): “He drove the team up the left side of the street which was the right side in England.” Cornell (English): “The diver heard a gurgling sound in his suit which he thought was his nervous system.” Hobbs (English): “When is the date of our next book report?” Mrs. Clark: “I haven’t made any date as yet.” Mrs. Clark (after explaining derivation of words): Can anyone tell me where ‘trolley’ comes from?” Miss Matheson: “Warren.” Mr. Condon: What is platinum used for?” Miss Horton: “To make sauce pans.” Benard to Marz: “If someone gave vou a counterfeit dollar, what would you do with it?” Marz: “I would spend it before the cops got it. Mr. Condon (Physics): “Turn around. Evans.” ' Evans : “I am around.” Mr. Condon: “If vou don't turn around you won’t be around long.” Miss Leach in Goemetrv: “Southwick, put that gum in the basket without swallowing it.” Serbst in French: “I approached the excellent man to talk to him on a flower.” Heard in Latin Keating: “Feminine howls of women were heard within the cave. Makowskv: “Trembling with age, he put on his arms.” DeChristofaro: “Bear arms, men!” Miss Horton: “They stopped up their ears so they could hear better.” Keating: “He pulled down the door with an everlasting ram.” Kenney: “He ran and hid under the goddess’s feet.” Miss Grice: “They threw weapons with their left hands, grasped the roof with their right hand, and with the other hand they carried their shields.” Makowskv (at class meeting): “A member of the executive committee is no longer in this class, so it is necessary to elect another member, because we want to keep the committee full.” Mr. Condon: “Now, for instance, I carry in my hands a ton of coal up the incline.” Serbst (interrupting): “Staples Coal Co. is looking for men like you.” Cornell (referring to Miss Beavis’ hair): THE GREEN AND WHITE 25 “Is that a permanent wave?” Miss Beavis: “No, a heat wave.” Mr. Condon (Physics IV): “Please stand out in the aisle away from the seat.” Miss Moore: “I can’t, there isn’t room enough.” Mr. Condon: “Balfour, what does a Davy lamp look like?” Balfour: “I saw one once but I never looked at it.” Miss Callan (to a small boy with a large pair of boots coming in at the middle of a recitation): “Where are you coming from?” Boy: “From the Rubber Shop.” Mr. Strong: “What do you boys expect to be when you get out of the high school?” Triumvirate (in chorus): “Grandfathers.” What colored well does V. Leahy like? Greenwell. What part of a bush does C. Newton like best ? The bud. What does Miss Thurston like better than chewing gum? Bones. Miss King (to sub-freshmen): “Is there anyone who didn’t get ‘Adrift on an Ice Pan?” ” Miss Sullivan (after playing record): That was sung by Manrico when he was in jail.” Kenney: “A man with a voice like that ought to be in jail.” Miss Blake: “The room is noisy. I mean the people in it. Laugh and the teacher laughs with you, Laugh and you laugh alone. The first when the joke is the teacher’s, The last when the joke is your own. He studied hard on his Latin, He studied hard on his prose, He studied hard until midnight Till his brow was filled with furrows; He studied harder and harder, Until at length he went crazy; The teacher wrote for his epitaph: “He died of being lazy.” Miss Kinder: “Foster’s is having a silent night.” Miss Beavis (hearing the ending): “Why didn’t they play some other Christmas carol ?” Benard (applying for a position by mail): “I have had four years of bookkeeping and expect to have four more.” Walsh: I found Macbeth on my desk.” Miss Callan (taking attendance): “Where is Horace Collins?” Peterson: “He isn't here.” F. Remieres (Commercial Geography): “Tea is shipped from China in lead-lined cartoons.” G. MacDonald (History): The actors and actresses were all men; they didn’t have any women.” Miss Sisson : “I suggest that you hang your hearts on the electric lights at the dance.” Makowsky: “I can’t, mine is in Warren.” David: I studied all last night.” Bones: “What time did you get to bed?” David: “At one minute past twelve.” Sam (in play) :“Oh, mother, I am hungry.” Just then the curtain came down with a roll. Makowsky (History): “Sitting Bull arose and killed General Custard.” Makowsky: “What shall we do concerning the advice of Mr. Strong’s Daddy Long Legs?” David: “Say, Bones, what’s the idea of the bright tie?” Bones: I haven’t done any of my lessons today.” David: “What has that got to do with it?” Bones: I want to look bright.” Mrs. Clark (Latin): “He fell on his knees and clung to them so they wouldn’t go away.” Mrs. Clark: “Where does the pensive man go that he may escape the song of the lark?” Mary Matheson : “Down cellar.” Editor of Green White: “We would like to get a few more jokes for the Green White.” Miss Blake: “Take the class.” ------o----- CONFESSIONS OF BOGUS NOBILITY An insipid play depicting a group of escapades of the Senior Algebra Class. This production has been condensed to two acts after much labor upon the part of the authors. Setting: Both acts are in Room 6 of Colt High. Characters: 26 THE GREEN AND WHITE Principes .........._..... Mr. Strong Bogus Nobility ------- Algebra Class Interloper ............... Miss Blake The factors in the play: Authors .................. Triumvirate Stage Manager ........ Richard Cornell Property Manager...... Bells and Bells Coach of team......... Earl A. Turnover Synopsis of acts: Act I. Time—Before Act II. Joyful, exalted. Act II. Time—After Act I. Sad, dejected. “All right, yank the curtain, Jake.” ACT I. (Enter greater part of class who take seats.) (Enter X Matheson.) Miss Matheson: “Mr. Strong has got a fellow talking to him down to the office and he probably will not be here for ten minutes. Sheldon: “That’s the height of pro- crastination.” Hobbs: “Sav, Beans, where were vou last—” (Enter Serbst, Kenney and Makowskv, late to class as usual.) Makowskv: HOBBS!” (imitating Mr. Strong’s reproachful tone.) The class quiets down and then starts to swear because it was not Mr. Strong (not through sorrow, but joy.) Hobbs: “I got California on mv set last night.” Class in unison : “That’s the oil.” (Makowskv, Serbst, and Kenney, during this confusion are in perfect order doing their class work for the next day.) Walsh: “Hey, Triumvirate, what’s the answer to the 25th-” Triumviratus: “Woe betide ye, culprit, for it is written in the scriptures. ‘Cursed is he that taketh advantage of his master’s absence.’ ” ACT II. Mr. Strong enters. He heartily commends the Triumvirate for their honest attempt to quiet the class. He takes seat. Walsh advances: “B-z-z-z-z-z.” Mr. Strong: “What’s that?” Walsh: “I didn't have time.” Mr. Strong: “Insubordination!” Makowskv: “Bad example.” Mr. Strong: “Walsh, sit down. Is there anyone who hasn’t finished his work?” All raise their hands but hastily drop them when they see the countenance of Mr. Strong. He casts a five-inch piece of chalk in the basket. Serbst: Extravagance.” Mr. Strong: “All see me at the close of school.” Triumvirate: But. if you please, sir, we have done our work.” Mr. Strong: “I am proud of you. Miss Moore check that example.” Miss Moore goes to board and writes. Mr. Strong: “Miss Greenwell, what is the graph of a quadratic function of x?” Miss Greenwell: “A parabola, sir.” Mr. Strong: “Fine, I’ll give you extra credit for that. What is the turning point and answers of your parabola?” Miss Greenwell: “I didn't do it.” Mr. Strong: “What! I take back that extra credit. Miss Nettleton, what does x plus y plus z equal?” Miss Nettleton: “xyz.” Mr. Strong: “What! You can't add apples, pears and grapes.” Miss Nettleton: “I did last fall when I made fruit jam.” Bell rings. Mr. Strong: “Tomorrow’s lesson will be examples 41-51 on page 157 and examples 1-10 on page 138. Get your paper if you need any. Bell rings. Mr. Strong: “Now leave me.” (Exit class in joyous exultation.) Curtain falls to rise. Presentation of flowers to cast now takes place. Curtain. THE GREEN AND WHITE 27 As the Green White goes to press the Alumni Editor is happy to note the recent re-organization of the Colt Memorial High School Alumni Association, held at the reception and supper given by the Green White staff May 21st. Due to the efforts of the board, and especially the untiring interest and zeal of Miss Sara C. Callan of the faculty, this affair proved to be one of the most successful social events ever conducted in the High School. Reunions were held by twelve classes, supper being served at tables attractively decorated with the various class colors and flowers. It is to be hoped that this will be but the first of many such gatherings of our graduates who came out in such large numbers on this occasion. The following officers were chosen: President ..........George Cook, ’19 Vice President Anna E. Sullivan, '12 Secretary......Margaret Nerone, ’23 Treasurer..........Regina Morris, '22 ------o------ 1911 Daniel L. Morrissey, M. D„ was married April 26, to Miss Rosalind Beagan of Providence. Dr. and Mrs. Morrissey are now abroad. 1912 Margaret G. Kenney is now Mrs. Wilfred Hunt, residing in Swansea, Mass. 1913 Elizabeth August is Mrs. Sebastian Bernard, Hope street, Bristol. Annabel Trainor is Mrs. Donat Asselin, Warren, R. I. 1915 Frances Crowley is Mrs. Norman Mann, Warren, R. I. Alice Tattrie is teaching in Boston, Mass. 1916 Josephine Brogan is Mrs. Edward Con-rick, Warren, R. I. Annie C. Dimond is Mrs. Earl Day, Providence, R. I. 1917 Mary Cady is Mrs. C. Clifford Wilson, Bristol, R. I. 1918 Laurine Bradford is teaching in the High School at South Kingston, R. I. Adewilda Leteller is Mrs. Norman Brownell, Burton street, Bristol, R. I. 1919 Abner Bailey, R. I. State College, '23. is teaching in the High School at West Warwick. Anna Coggeshall. Brown '23, is teaching in the South Kingston High School. George Cooke, Dartmouth, '23, National India Rubber Co., Bristol, R. I. Bertha Farrington is Mrs. Everett Apply-by, Providence, R. I. Teresa Morrissey has recently graduated from the Nurses' Training School, New York City. Edward Ryan, Providence College, '23, National India Rubber Co., Bristol, R. I. Carolyn Vera is Mrs. Charles Whittum, State street, Bristol, R. I. 1920 Joseph Kelley, student at the American College in Rome. George Matheson will graduate in June from the Rhode Island State College at Kingstown. James Sullivan is a member of the graduating class at Holy Cross, Worcester, Mass. 28 THE GREEN AND WHITE 1921 Genevieve Doran is teaching in the Bv-field School, Bristol, R. I. Frances Hill, Industrial Trust Co., Bristol, R. I. William Rinaldi is with the George B. Clafiin Co., Providence, R. I. Eliza Usher is a teacher in the Byfield School, Bristol, R. I. Ruth Weaver is with the Keystone Rubber Co., Warren, R. 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