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

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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.

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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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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