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

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12 THE GREEN AND WHITE spell before class, which had to be broken by Mr. Rhuland. Oscar Herzig answered all the tough questions, as usual, and tried to show everybody just how the laws of the universe work, at least the way he thinks they ought to work. After the fourth period there was a three-minute interval, and then the grand rush for the lunch room. The hot-dog counter was the most crowded spot; and it was remarkable to see how easily Peterson secured a hot-dog over the heads of about forty freshmen around the counter. In a little while the crowd thined out and went up stairs, either to go out on the front steps or front lawn. The base ball squad retired to the generator room to talk things over with Coach Rhuland. Miss Callan entertained Miss Bradford and Mrs. Estabrooks in Room I. The freshmen and a few other pupils gathered in the auditorium to hear Vera “tickle the keys” with “Always.” In front of school there was a large group of boys and girls playing games. Magdalen Shaw and Mary St. Angelo were giving the fellows good track practice playing tag. There were quite a few pupils who insisted upon going off school grounds for lunch. A few of these pupils found out that Mr. Lane insisted upon their staving on school grounds, after he saw some of them across the street today. It isn’t very often that Mr. Lane leaves the quiet seclusion of his office during lunch period, but today he took a little walk around the back of the school. He didn’t find anybody doing anything wrong, because they all knew of his coming. At 11:45 a. m., the bell sounded and everybody “beat it” for their home rooms; and inside of ten minutes the fifth period had begun. In the auditorium there was a rush for library permits, and Miss Bradford was busy for about ten minutes copying names. Miss Sisson had to inform two pupils who from force of habit kept their jaws in action, that lunch period was over, and that Room II was “no place to finish lunch in.” Upstairs in the library there were a great many pupils amused by Carl Velecca’s actions; when he wasn’t talking he was trying to flirt with a girl. At 12:25 the fifth period neded and everybody set out on the last lap of the day. Mr. I-ane got his English class in the right spirit for a test by telling of some of his experiences during the war. Wise guy! Eh! What? Mr. Lane asked what the “Holy Grail was and some wise student replied: “The Holy Grail is the bird that hovered around the ship in the “Ancient Mariner’.” Also before Mr. Lane was able to write iiis questions on the board, he had his customary short search for chalk and erasers. At 2:15 the day ended, so far as school was concerned, except for those who are unlucky enough to have their names on a detention list; some have the honor to have their names on that list every day. Coach Rhuland spent the afternon with the base ball squad at Bliven Field, getting ready for a game. Many other pupils were loafing on street corners or went to the movies during the afternoon. After five o’clock the streets were quiet until seven, while people went home for supper; but everything started anew at seven o’clock. All the boys in the south end of the town stopped in front of Buffington’s or Dan Coggeshall's stores until eight o’clock, when they went to. the movies to pass away the evening. There were not many teachers to be found on the streets, although I met Mr. Lane headed for the library with a book under his arm. After the movies the streets were cleared and by eleven o’clock most of the pupils were home, turning in for the night and wondering how they were going to get tomorrow’s studying done; which they didn’t. OSWALD R. LeCLAIR, ’27. RAIN What is it beating on your window pane That keeps a tapping on and on again? That moans and whispers always, or so low. And oft surrounds you with a sense of woe? Is it fairies come to play with you. Or imps of darkness to make you feel blue? A sense of sadness seems to smother one, A fear of danger lurks about. So come. Awaken to that wondrous tapping rain And hear it knocking on your window pane. But ah! that never will disturb your sleep, For from its home far off up in the sky The rain has brought to us a lullaby That angels sing, as watch o’er us they keep. ELIZABETH DWYER. PEOPLE Now in the path of life ’tis strange to say That all the people wend a different way. Where meeting humble and the meek is all Adventures day bv day, and we recall How many good and bad have crossed our path But yet are turned away in shame, in wrath. At times we meet a few who smirch our lives Unless we speed away and he who strives Will benefit in every way until His life is surely nothing but a thrill. For hate is something like a sharpened knife Which cuts away our happiness in life; So may we find in every daily guest. Contentment for our mind, forget the rest. EDWARD L. PETERSON. A GRAIN OF WHEAT Oh, take a futile grain of wheat so small And give to it a bit of fertile soil, A drop or two of water from above. And after warmth and light, we see it sprout. Higher and higher the little grain will grow, Will grow from green so light to mature gold. When crushed, the grain, its purity we see. Its life so meek it gives for you and me. But oh, that grain is to me like a soul, It’s purer than the snow which falls from high. It’s dearer than the rubies far below. It's brighter than the stars in azure skies. It is the image of Almighty God, The image of His Life, His Flesh and Blood. FRANCISCO CANARIO, JR.

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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

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THE (iREEN AND WHITE 13 A JUNIOR’S DITTY The first quarter was over. The second one had begun, My marks were excellent, Oh bliss! All but ONE. The second quarter was thru! The third one just young; Mv marks were good, Oh yes! All but TWO. Oh! third quarter, where did’st thou flee? Oh ! fourth, you have approached ; Mv marks arc fair, Whew! All but THREE. Final quizzes on the wing. The Profs to me do say You’d better do some grinding And do it every day. They call me down for misdemeanor And I ponder to myself Will I ever be a “Senior,” And my books still on the shelf. From off the shelf, I take my books And sadly sit me down, As thru the pages I take a look. I'm scolding myself for being a clown. The quizzes are over: Semester too, Can you imagine that? 1 got thru, and am a “Senior now, Hurrav! 'Aint it a Grand and Glorious Feelin'? L. EVANS, '27. TYEWRITING HONORS FOR SENIORS Several of the members of the Senior Commercial Class won high honors in the typewriting field this year. The various typewriting companies issue monthly speed tests which are planned to help the students in typewriting to attain speed nad accuracy in typewriting. These tests are of fifteen minutes' duration, and are given under very strict rules —The International Contest Rules. This year the pupils won a greater number of medals than any previous class. Miss Betty Kinder led with four awards to her credit—gold L. C. Smith and Underwood medals, silver Remington and Underwood medals. Miss Rose Powers won two gold and one silver medal; Miss Iola Janson won two silver and one gold medal: Edward Blackman a gold, a silver, and a bronze medal; Miss Rose McGovern a gold and a silver medal ; Miss Mary Kelley a silver medal; Donald Morrissey two bronze medals, and Leonard Sanford a bronze medal. These awards were presented to the successful students at the assembly exercises by Mr. Lane, and they represented not only work done by the contestants, but were a reward for persevereance in taking the tests from month to month until they succeeded in winning worth-while rewards. IN THE SPRING One day as Miss Fernandez was leaving a class room she put out her hand and unconsciously grasped the hand of the teacher. We don't know whether Miss Fernandes was trying to act as one of her favorite movie heroines or whether she intended to grasp the hero’s hand, but we do know that there were many amused spectators. AS VE SEE OTHERS The Academy Monthly; Your joke department is exceptionally good. A few short stories would improve your Literary Dept. We enjoyed reading your playlet. The Gleaner: Your editorials are very good. Where are your alumni notes? Your exchanges are well written. The High School Herald: Your Athletic Department is very interesting. A few more stories would improve your Literary Dept. Emerson College News: Your paper is very interesting, but why not issue a magazine with exchanges, etc.? We acknowledge with thanks the receipt of the following papers received during the year 1925-1926: 1. The High School Herald, Westfield High School, Westfield, Mass. 2. The Red and Black. Rogers High School. Newport, R. I. 3. The White and Gold, Woodbury High School. Woodbury, New Jersey. 4. Renacahi. Reilsville High School Reids-ville, N. C. 5. The Scroll. St. Ursula's Academy, Toledo, Ohio. 6. Emerson College News. 7. The Academy Monthly, Germantown Academy, Germantown, Penn. 8. The Gleaner, Pawtucket High School, Pawtucket, R. T. VIRGINIA E. LeCLAIR. THE INQUIRIES OF AN INQUISITIVE JUNIOR Won’t some considerate educator kindly compose words and music to the title: “Show me the way to go to School”? Are “School—Go Slow” signs meant for autoists or students? Didja ever notice that the Indian on the Warrcn-Bristol town line is slightly bow-legged? (Must have been posed by a War-renite.) Is “Skipper” Wright? If an Ingersoll watch and a Detroit F. O. B. go together. Does Colt Drive a couple of bulls? If Bristol harbors anything? Does the Church stand ofr Fait'h, Haffen-reffer live on Hope, and Bolster tend to Charity ? Didja ever stroll down Perlev Lane? Has any reader sore feet from walking over the Bristol-Portsmouth bridge? I. M. A. NUMSKULL. DEEP STUFF! Have you ever seen a kitchen sink Have you ever seen a cigar box? Have you ever seen a stone step? Have you ever seen a board walk ? Have you ever seen a horse flv? Have you ever seen a cat fish? Have you ever heard a shoe horn? Have you ever heard a tree bark ? Have you ever heard a rubber band? I haven’t; have vou ? O. R. L.