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

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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

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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

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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.