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

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10 T H F. 1 R E E N AND WHITE SOI) AMT AS AMICORUM The Sodalita Amicorum or Society of Friends, as is the name of the Latin Club, was first organized under its present name. The first meeting this year was held in November, at which time some new members were admitted. Officers were also elected at this meeting, the offices and officers are as follows: Consules — Miss Josephine Nussen-feld and Miss Margaret Tobin; Scribe—Miss Hattie Manley; Quaestor—Miss Mary Tobin; Aediles—James Giorgio and Frank Corea. The names of the offices will no doubt seem peculiar to one who has not studied Latin, but the names are all Latin. Consules i'ullfil the offices of chairman presiding at the meeting alternately. They derive their names from the old Roman consules. The Scriba is the secretary and this Latin word is still used in our word scribe.” The Quaestor is the treasurer and the aediles see that the room of the meeting is in order before and after the meeting. The aim of the club is to promote interest in the Latin language and Roman customs. At a meeting held recently it was voted to buy pins. The pins have arrived and have satisfied the buyers. All indications are that this will be the biggest year in a long time for the Latin Club. FRANK COREA. '28. THE GLORY OF NATURE In nature's field of glory do I lie. Before me are the flowers, above the skv; The birds are sweetly singing in the trees. The tall green grasses waving the breeze, The little shells are scattered o'er the sand, Whose tiny shapes are fashioned by God's hand. Above the field of glory where I lie. And as the darkness gathers o'er the land. The flowers go to sleep at God's command. Above, the stars are twinkling in the sky. The birds are flying to their homes on high, Tlie moon sends down its soft and welcome light, To soothe and calm the blackness of the night. F. MILY OST E R B E R G. WRITING A POEM While alone in my study I wrote a few lines All iambic pentameters none of which rhymed. So 1 crumbled the paper and threw it away And swore that no English I'd do for that day. The sixth period came and I went to room three, 1 could think only of what would happen to me, I was first to be called on : I said, er-r-1 mean; No you don't, said the teacher, stay at one-fifteen. OSWALD LeCLAIR. '27. MAY There is no month like merry, merry May, When all the earth becomes so bright and gay. ELIZABETH DWYER. THE RISE OF MAGGIE O'MALLEY Oh, my monk he ees so funny, He likes moocha da money. Da girls dey dance da Charleston now And don't dey maka da awful row! Maggie put her tousled head out through the window. The cool morning breeze sent her blonde hair flying into little ringlets. Her beautiful blue eyes sparkled and as she smiled her teeth pearly in their whiteness glistened beneath her ruby lips. She burst forth now in rippling laughter when she beheld Tony, the organ grinder of New York's East Side. Maggie's laughter always seemed to be a signal for the other girls to pop their •heads out and greet Tony. One can imagine what a noise there was when fify or sixty young voices greeted Tony! Maggie lived with her mother and a younger brother and sister in a very shabby and whetched tenement. Maggie's father, the sole support of the family, had been dead for several years and Maggie had been forced to go to work. This morning Maggie had to stay home be cause her mother had become ill. She stood at the window and hummed the tune which issued from the hurdy gurdv. The other girls were on the street doing all sorts of dances. When they became tired, Maggie was always ready to sing for them. Maggie's voice was a gift from God,” as the Irish women of the neighborhood said many, many times. A cry went up from the throng of children asking Maggie to sing “When Irish Eyes are Smiling. Her voice rippled forth in melodious, silery tones. The tones were like those of a nightingale. She thrilled the high notes like an opera singer does in an aria. The children and Tony had never heard her sing like that before. They just stood and stared at her dumbfounded. The hand of fate was busily at work this morning for at a little distance from the throng stood one of the best teachers and authorities on music. Professor Stephen Lang-ton had just chanced to be walking through that district. He had heard the music while vet at some distance away and was very much impressed by it. When Maggie had ceased he hurried up the creaking stairs to her home. She met him at the door Where he handed her a card on which was printed : Professor Stephen Langton Teacher of Voice 385 Fifth Avenue, New York City. She gasped as she read the card. But what does this mean?’ 'asked Maggie. It means that you ought to cultivate your voice by taking vocal lessons,’ 'answered Mr. Langton. I-I have no money,” stammered Maggie. Well, well! I’ll take no money from you,” he said good naturedlv. “By the way, you haven't introduced yourself to me. “Maggie O'Malley,' 'she said briefly. “Well. Miss O'Malley, I shall be waiting to give you your first lesso non Thursday afternoon at 2:30 o’clock. Good-bye.” So it was that Maggie started on the career

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THE GREEN AND WHITE 9 THE DAGGER OF MARTO It was a strange scene but it was beautiful. The moon, half hidden in the clouds, cast a weird, uncanny light upon the earth. The trees, streching far upward, stood out like grim spectors against the sky. A little to the right on an elevation of ground stood a man silent and alone. He seemed sad and preoccupied, dressed as he was in the gaudy array of a Gypsy chief. He seemed to be thinking of the time when he was the most respected and honored of his people. He had done nothing against them and yet he was an outcast. Within the glimmer of the campfire, a little boy lay sobbing. Robert, for that was the little fellow’s name, was the old chief’s constant companion. With his eyes blinded by tears, he arose and crept silently toward the tent of Marto. his would-he master. Entering the tent as silently as he had come, Robert beheld Marto stereched out on his cot in a deep sleep. Now was his chance to obtain the dagger which Marto valued even more than life itself, and for which he would sacrifice that which was most dear to him. Cautiously he seized it and with a gleam of triumph on his tear-stained countenance, he set out to find the old chief. After walking what seemed to him an endless road, he came upon his dear friend lying on the grass. Robert eagerly unfolded his plans to the chief and hastened hack to camp. When Marto awoke and found his dagger gone, he summoned the whole tribe to his tent. He was willing, he declared, to sacrifice the power he had striven for in order to secure his dagger. Robert stepped forward and in a bold tone offered him the dagger on the condition that the former chief would he restored. Sorrowfully, Marto consented and the old chief, descending the hill, saw his people joyfully coming to restore him to his well-merited kingship. MARY TOBIN, '26. THE CAPTAIN ENFORCES DISCIPLINE (From “Two Years Before the Mast”) “You see your conditions! Will you ever give me any more of your jaw?” No answer came; then came more wrestling and heaving. You may as well keep still, for 1 have got you.” said the captain. Then came the question : “Will you ever give me any more of your jaw?” “I never gave you any, sir,” said Sam; for it was his voice that we heard. “That’s not what I asked you. Will you ever he imprudent to me again?” I never have been, sir,” said Sam. “Answer my question or I’ll make a spread-eagle of you!” I’m no negro slave,” said Sam. Then I’ll make you one,” said the captain; and he came to the hatchway and sprang on deck, threw off his coat, and rolling up his sleeves, called out to the mate, “Seize that man up. Mr. A—! Seize him up! Make a spread-eagle of him! I’ll teach you all who is master aboard!” The mate laid hold of Sam who made no resistance. “What are you going to fiog that man for. sir?” said John, the Swede, to the captain. Upon hearing this the captain ordered John to he put in chains. By this time Sam was seized up; that is, placed against the shrouds, and with his wrist tied and hack exposed. The captain now laid hold of the bight of a thick, strong rope and flogged Sain and sent him forward. “Now for you.” said the captain, making up to John and taking his irons off. John ran to the forecastle hut was seized by the mate and brought to he flogged. When he was made fast he turned to the captain and asked why he was being flogged and the captain told him that he was being flogged for his interference—for asking questions. “Can’t a man ask a question without being flogged?” asked John. No!” came the answer, accompanied by blows upon John’s hack, and as he was about through he began telling them all that he flogged him because he liked to do it. It suited him, that’s why he did it. The man swrithed and my blood ran cold as I turned away, disgusted and sick. At length he ceased and turning around I found out that the mate, at the signal of the captain, had cut him down. Almost doubled up with pain the man walked slowly forward and sent down into the forecastle with his friend Sam. Just then the captain came forward calling out to us: You see your conditions! You see where I’ve got you all. and you know what to expect! You’ve been mistaken in me—you didn’t know what I was; now you know what I am! I’ll make you toe the mark, every soul of you, or I’ll flog you all, fore and aft, from the hoy up—you’ve got a driver over you! A slave driver—a negro driver !” Later John came up and asked for some salve or balsam for his wounds, hut the captain refused and ordered the men to put on their shirts and row him ashore. This they did. Finding that they tried their best he let them alone while they stood on shore talking for some time. JOSEPH CAMPANELLA, ’27 CLASS OF 1926 ALPHABET A—Arthur so careless with his hair. B—Brick and Blackie, Oh. what a pair! C—Charlie so smart and refined. D—Donald and his Charleston combined. E—Eloise the Algebra shark. F—Frank (Sneegy) as spry as a lark. G—Goff full of humor and wit. H Helen and Holt who always make a hit. 1—Iola the belle of the class. J—Johnny a hall player with class. K—KKK (Kinder. Kelley and Kennedy). L—Louie the President of these celebrities. M—Marguerite and Mary (twins) quite bright. N—Noises caused by Mac and the Swede. 0—Odd ways of Burnsy and Ben. P—Powers a truly great friend. Q—Quietness of our Esther and Wally. R—Rose McGovern so shy and yet jolly. S—Sanford and South wick, very playful. T—The talkers, our Julia and Mary. U—Unfailing smile of our Theresa. V—Voice of Hessian, loud and without fear. W—Winsome Josephine always eager to work. X—Xitement caused by the fireworks. Y—Young Lukie and Chet. Z—Zippiest Class as yet. LOUIS STABILA. ’26.

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THE GREEN AND WHITE 11 as a singer. Professor Langton found her to be very promising as an opera singer. He realized that she should be sent abroad to study under the best artists at his expense She had already sung at many recitals in New York City and well-known critics had acclaimed her a genius. Accordingly, with the consent of her mother, she set sail for Germany. High hopes and an ambitious fervor filled her heart to overflowing. She was to study at the Conservatory of Leipsig. After her arrival at the conservatory, Herr Isidore Hermann, one of the professors, asked her to sing for him. Her voice rang out like a bell—silvery, sweet and melodious. The professor seemed to be in a trance. Maggie’s high tones seemed to vibrate the walls of the room. Her song-bird trilling was more improve dand impressive than it had been in the old days on the East Side. When she had finished, Herr Hermann rubbed his hands in glee. He seemed to be very fortunate in having her as a student; so impressed he was with her music. After two years of hard work, Maggie O’Malley appeared in her first operatic concert, “Margretta Malstrous,” at an op ra house in Germany. Added beauty filled her voice as she sang to this foreign audience. She was a huge success and encore after encore thundered through the house. It was a tremendous ovation to this little singer of the East Side. This was her debut as an operatic star. Her name spread through Europe and soon reached the United States. Maggie became famous over night. Maggie, now Margretta Malstraus, returned to America to appear in a concert at the Metropolitan Opera House. Here, she received an ever greater ovation and won for herself a niche in the Hall of Fame. JOSEPHINE NUSSENFELD, 26. MR. BRIGHTMAN There’s a hero in every picture. And a hero in every play ; There’s a hero almost everywhere. There’s a hero here today. He’s not the slick haired hero Of the moving picture play ; He’s not the classy hero On the stages of today. He’s just a kind old gentleman. Wears a broad smile on his face. And always ready to tell a joke At any time or place. He believes in spreading sunshine And he’s quite an agent, too. He goes about his work each day And he’s seldom ever blue. He has his aches and troubles. He has his hardships, too. He’s only human like yourself. But still lie’s never blue. By this time 1 think you know him; By jove, you’re right I fear. So I’ll tell it to the world— It’s Mr. Bright man—our Engineer. FREDERICK VERA. ’28. A DAY WITH THE PUPILS OF C. M. H. S. This morning everything started with a bang, and I left the house at 7:55 a. m. At the corner of Hope and Constitution streets I met Mr. Rhuland blinking his eyes as though he was cheated out of two hours of sleep. There were several pupils walking along Hope street and many riding in various colored automobiles all headed toward the “marble home of knowledge, there to begin the day’s work. I met Mr. I ane ,the imperial ruler of C. M. H. S., coming out of Dennis’ store with his “Boston Herald ; you know' he likes to know what is happening back in the Bay State. Also I saw a sign of spring near the school; Miss St. Angelo was playing “Juliet with “Romeo (Charles Newman) on the front steps. As I was entering the school. William “Ham Remieres drove u pto the door in his “converted coffee cabinet to allow Miss Le-Clair to alight. In the corridor there were many groups of pupils and tw'o or three lonely but happy, in as many corners. In the front entrance there were many pupils admiring Vera’s cartoons of the “Warwick vs. Colt,’’ while others were in the auditorium discussing the game. The 8:10 bell rang and the groups of gos-sippers went to their home rooms. Miss Callan was having her morning conference with about twenty pupils gathered around her desk in Room I. Many pupils tried to make good use of the time between 8:15 and 8:30, by studying, while others were brushing up on current events, reading Miss Callan s Journal. At 8:30 the first period began and the Juniors went to Room IV for a Geometry lesson with Mr. Callanan. Guido was beginning all steps of the propositions w'ith his usual “therefore,” this morning. At 9:10, this first period ended and the second period began. Miss Callan gave the Junior French class some oral translation work to do. DeCristofaro played the role of a sheik, flirting with Marjorie Southwick all period. When called upon to recite, as usual. LeClair and Gorham wasted a minute looking for the place, in order to retard the lesson. About ten minutes before the period was going to end. Peterson approached the desk to ask Miss Callan for some paper. When he stood beside her it was just “the long and the short of it.” At 9:50 we had a three-minute recess and everybody in Room I was trying see Miss Callan’-s paper again at one glance. During this recess. Mr. Lane took his stand outside his office, eying everybody who passed. The third period was rather quiet. In the auditorium the physics students spent their time studying the next period’s lesson. There was the usual comparison of physics problems and everybody asked “How’d you get that answer.” At the beginning of the fourth period the Junior physics class assembled in Room 9, and prepared for a recitation. According to schedule, Mr. Rhuland had a couple of little notices to tack on the wall before the class. Cornell and Maher had their little talking