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

Text from Pages 1 - 48 of the 1928 volume:

TO Mr. William C. Hobbs SUPERINTENDENT OF SCHOOLS, BRISTOL, R. I. THE STAFF DEDICATES THIS NUMBER OF THE GREEN WHITE. THE “GREEN AND WHITE” VOL. 1. JUNE, 1928 No. 1 ISSUED I5Y THE STUDENTS OF THE COLT MEMORIAL HUiH SCHOOL, BRISTOL, R. I. Editor-iii-Chief— LESTER EISENSTADT. Junior Reporter HELEN BYRNES Associate Editor-in-Chief RUSSEL AKIN Business Manager HERBERT B. BURNHAM, JR. Assistant Business Manager HENRY S. MASON Circulation Manager HATTIE C. MANLEY Assistant Circulation Manager BEATRICE DUBUC Senior and Exchange Editor ELVIRA OBERG Sophomore and Joke Editor RAYMOND MAKOWSKY Freshman Editor MARGARET CICHF.RCHIA Faculty Adviser Miss SADIE CALLAN Alumni Editor MISS ANNIE D. SISSON Editorial I am glad to present the “Green White” to its readers this year. The staff has attempted to do its level best to satisfy. 1 also extend my appreciation to the contributors, advertisers, and to all others who have in any way assisted. Graduates, this is your book, cherish it and preserve it. There is throughout Nature something mocking that leads us on and on, but arrives nowhere, keeps no faith with us. All promises outrun the performance. We live in a system of approximations. Man imprisoned, man crystallized, man vegetative, speaks to man impersonated. “Tout genie a deux faces; l’une tournee vers le temps, 1’autre vers 1’eternite.” EDITOR. BANKING 1927-1928 Banking has been an extremely important and successful activity at Colt Memorial. We have ranked, with two other schools in the Yankee Division, which includes high schools in the New England states, at the top of the list, having maintained a 100% record throughout this school year with the exception of three weeks when our record fell to 98%. From September. 1927 to April, 1928, Colt students have deposited $4046.51, the average monthly deposit being $455.89. Withdrawals have been decreased greatly, the students gradually realizing the advantages of long time deposits. Many have started accounts for others in their family. Such accounts are not considered in obtaining the school average, however. so that a 100% Banking Day” means that every student present has made a deposit that day. Colt Memorial is proud of its record in banking. Miss Annie D. Sisson of the faculty is school thrift adviser. EDITORIAL STAFF Standing, left to right—Russell Akin, Miss Annie D. Sisson, Margaret Cicereh a, Raymond Makowsky and Beatrice Dubuc. Seated, left to right—Miss Sadie C. Cal an. Faculty Adviser; Henry S. Mason. Hattie C. Manley, Hester Eisenstadt, Elvira W. Oberg, Herbert B. Burnham, Jr., Helen Byrnes. THE (] R E E N AND WHITE 5 LITERARY “REFLECTIONS” It’s ended now. Queer how things have a habit of ending. Yet when I first started my high school education I thought it would never end. How many afternoons I have sat at the window studying just wishing that I could leave my hooks and go out for a stroll. But no. I would have to sit there and study and it was then that I hated school the most. And how I would hail the summer vacation! Such a feeling—no school for two months! But those two months went all too fast. But that—that was long ago. I’m older now and 1 look back at the years 1 spent in high school and wish I could live them over again. Especially, the last two years for it was then that I first began to really appreciate how happy I was in high school. It was then that I first lost my shyness of my classmates and began to realize that they were all humans like myself and wanted to be friends. It was then that I first took pride in the different games the school played, baseball, football, basketball, and track. What a feeling to know that just by a few cheering words you helped your school to win. And what pride you felt when they did win ! You were part of that school and you helped them to win. And then the different school functions. What fun planning for them and attending them and knowing that you were really part of them. But—it’s over now. never again will I have that feeling of belonging. I can go to the school games and functions—ves—but somehow I know I will have that feeling of not being right in the heart of things. It is a situation that we all must face sooner or later and make the best of. and then we will realize that time brings happiness and sweet memories when all else has gone. AGNES FAY. ’28. THE WHY OF IT Many people wondered why I broke off with my fiancee. I suppose it will leak out sometime, so—why not now? A month ago 1 went to see my Cecilia. I rang the bell and walked in. There on the couch waiting for me was my pet. When I sat down she walked over and sat on my lap. She looked into my eyes and I looked into her’s, then she snuggled closer. 1 lifted her up and blew gentle into her eyes—she merely winked. Then I petted her—she seemed to like it. Suddenly, without warning, she leaped at me, tore my clothes, spat at me. She leaped again but missed and fell with a thud to the floor. I threw the Circle of Knowledge at her; I threw the dictionary, the “Encyclopedia Britannica” at her—but with no avail. 1 begged for mercy. called her name, ran about the room looking for something to park my size 84 shoes on. I saw a place of safety, i leaped for the table—crash! I only broke the lamp and the vase. I jumped at the chandelier but missed. My excitement had somewhat cooled off and I p. ked up a log from the fireplace and used Cecilia's great grandmother's picture as a shield. I watched her as she sat on the floor. Great was my amazement when I saw in the door—no, it wasn't Santa Claus or Rip Van Winkle. I'll give you three guesses—it was my spouse-to-be—Cecilia. What do you think this is—a gymnasium? she asked in a harsh voice which sounded like the screeching of chalk on a blackboard. Then I told her how I stroked Topsie, Cecilia’s pet cat. and how she leaped at poor little me. Thereupon she said in a voice which sounded like two files being rubbed together : Reginald, I am ashamed of you. I do not wish you to return until Ivory soap sinks.” With a bowed head and pale face I took my leave. The next night I trapped Topsie into a bag and took her to Silver Creek. Before I rowed out into the bounding bav. I said to Topsie in a voice like the Silver Masked Tenor, “Fear not Topsie, it is I, Reggie.” I rowed to a spot where the water was the deepest and while singing “Oh, How Can I Leave Thee, I threw Topsie into the briny deep. The next feature on our program will be the Ingersoll Incorrect Time. When the gong strikes it will be 8:30 P. M. Standard Time, and 8:10 P. M. Easter Standard Time which is one hour later than Standard Time. C-O-L-T. RAYMOND MAKOWSKY. '30 AN APPRECIATION Miss Callan has a beaming smile. She isn’t very tall; She hasn't grown for quite a while, In fact she is rather small. She has hazel eyes and auburn hair. But what one notices most Is how for her the pupils care. To be her friend is each one's boast. She is nicest to those who are behind In French or anything else. And if you go to her you'll find Help you get nowhere else. She treats her pupils fair and square, Her room is open wide—do call. For she never, never seems to care How great the demands that are made by all. I hope some day you will meet her, Perhaps you already have; Surely you will like her better, One of the best we have. She is a symbol of the spirit In the Colt Memorial High, And always will be remembered By her pupils as the years roll by. CHARLES PENDLETON. '30. 6 THE GREEN AND WHITE SPORTSMANSHIP A piece of Captain Jim’s mind. “Hello boys, what’s all this wind about? By gollv, I never heard such a chatter. You sound like a hunch of India’s sacred apes, that ye do. Come on now, can that gah and one of ycz tell me what is it all about. Sportsmanship is it ; well 1 never sailed on her hut.— what’s that. oh. go ahead. laugh, you don’t hear a joke as good as that too frequent. All through? Wal. as I was saying, I never shipped on her, hut I’m always glad to hear about any new vessel. Sportsmanship, y’ know boys, pears to me she ain’t a new one at-tall, just an old boat with a new name. What’s her old one? Why. I used to call her by several, but the best one’s Common Sense—just plain, ordinary common sense. What d’you think about it? Bill, what’s your meaning for sportsmanship? Hum. bein’ a good loser, eh, losing a race, or a fight, or your gal. without cryin’ about it. I suppose, and not actin’ mad, or as if your ship was sunk, and your best friend drowned, eh ? Mebbe so, sounds all right, got a good set of sails, spars seem to be strong, bottom’s good and clean, sure, she looks good; but there ain’t no wind. She won’t go a-tall. A feller can be that kind, and still be a blame poor sport. I ain’t done much winnin’; but what little I have. I find it’s just as hard to take right as losin’. Nothin’s easier than to get too big for your hat. if you win a good hard fight of any kind. Unless you’re the right kind of boy—’scuse me, mv mistake,—the right kind of man, you’re liable t’ get pretty chesty, and slap y’r self on th’ back, and mavbe get too high up in the clouds t’ speak to old Cap’ll Jim even, when you win the football game bv a two-mile run f’r a knockdown; what’s that? Oh. all right, f’r a touchdown then; don’t interrup’ me when I git sailin’ along at a good clip. I’m li’ble to jibe and break a spar,—well, as I was sayin’, you win the game by a touchout and act so puflfed up about it.that you do lose all your friends. You got to be a good sport to guard against that. And suppose you’re playin’ your best, and somebody else makes a mistake. You couldn't help it. but the game’s lost. If you’re a good sport, you won’t land on him with both feet, as the savin’ goes, and make fun of him and laugh at him, and make him mis’rable. iust because he made a mistake. That’s certainly common sense. Remember, you may make the next mistake, then where’ll you be? Then suppose you get in a fight. If you hit below the belt, or don’t fight fair, remember. the other fellow will be at liberty to do the same, and ten to one. he’ll do it. Sufferin’ catfish! I said I’d be home at 12 o’clock, and here ’tis ’most one. I'll have to hurry if I want my dinner hot. Just remember bovs, you’ll get what you give every time. Fight hard, but fight fair; be a game loser, and a modest winner, and you’ll come out on top. S’long boys, see you later. HENRY MASON, ’29. THE MERIT SYSTEM One day, at the beginning of thrt 1927-1928 school year, Mr. Lane, our principal, assembled the student body and faculty in the auditorium. He had what he felt was an important announcement to make. He announced that he was going to attempt to put into operation a Merit System. This system was to distinguish the all-around school activity students from those that did not co-operate and participate in school activities. This Merit System, as previously stated, was to consist of aM school activities, namely, scholarship, attendance, tardiness, banking, outside reading, school plays and organizations, sports, and other similar school activities. Although the intelligent and athletic students had an advantage, every pupil had an equal chance to win honors. The process of this plan was to be as follows: Each individual was to receive, if lie excelled in the above mentioned school activities. a certain number of points (graded as to their importance). The results were to b-determined bv finding the total number of points one had acciuired during a certain period of time, and the three bovs and three girls of each class that had scored the highest number of points were to be rewarded by receiving a certificate of merit. This Merit System has been in operation throughout th° school vear, and has succeeded. Manv puoils who would not hav excelled in scholarship alone, have had their abilities recognized. NICHOLAS PIRRI, ’28. MY IDEA OF SUCCESS What profits the gambler with his winnings? What profits the fool with his pranks? What profits the man with an umbrella on a desert, and what good does it do a man to have arms, legs, eyes and mouth, if he doesn’t bring these into use to attain something? At the age of seventeen or eighteen, a person gets his chance in life. Docs opportunity knock at the person’s door? Or does he have to knock at opportunity’s door? That’s it. He has to knock on opportunity’s door but where can he find it in order to knock? He finds it in his own will-power, his own soul. Now that he has found his opportunity shall he stop there or continue on? He must go ahead; so long as he is on the right road to success. The footprints of others who have turned back must not influence him. He should jump into the track of someone who has attained success. He is the man who has trod that road and left his course clear for one to follow. One who follows his footprints will get there, to success. He may have had to stop in that road to jump over a muddy hole but he will not forget. After a severe snow-storm or rain, the sun will always shine. JOSEPH NAVACK. ’29. THE GREEN AND WHITE 7 “CAUGHT IN THE ACT” A big detective wearing a grey suit, bright tan shoes and a Derby hat. strolled leisurely along the sidewalk in a poor district of a large city. He was searching for clews to locate a bank robber who was last seen in this section of the city. The description the detective had of the criminal told that he wore a shabby pair of trousers, slouch hat, and a coat much too large for him. He was of medium height, fair of complexion, and had a small mustache. The detective soon reached a block where all the buildings looked worn and old. A peep through one of the windows of the oldest looking building in the block revealed a square court within, with many lines of wet clothes stretched in all directions; its sides hugged by rotten staircases that seemed vainly trying to clamber out of the rubbish. This place had everv appearance of being an excellent hiding place for this criminal. The detective gained entrance to the court thru a battered door. After passing the rotted staircase, he heard a steadv clicking, but he gave this little attention. Much to his surprise. he saw a man standing in a corner of the building with a club in his hands. This looked suspicious, so h immediatelv drew out his “blackjack and with a well aimed blow brought the man to the ground where be lapsed into unconsciousness without ever a groan. He grabbed the club and made readv to defend himself in case his victim should have help at hand. He cautiously peered around the corner and choked back a gleeful shout as h- saw his culprit sneaking along tin- old building, looking warily on all sides. Here was an opportunity of a lifetime. Twenty years a detective and no promotion yet; if lv captured this criminal and took him to headquarters—with a box of cigars for the chief—he would surely be recognized. He made a beautiful leap and knocked the man down. His fists flew for a full minute and he then indulged in the manly task of throwing his opponent from place to place. Suddenly a hollow-sounding voice shouted: That's plenty, let up. wi'l you. you'11 kill th poor fellow. He quickly stopped and look' d up into the smiling face of a small man with a megaphone in his hands. The stranger continued: Just because you had to act that scene over six times you needn’t get angry, but you sure did a good job. I think the poor fellow will recover.” The speaker th n noticed that he was not talking to the right man. Well, who are you and how came you to appear at the critical moment and carry out orders so well? I've been after that man all dav and he can't even act a sleeping scene.” I am Private McSnooze of the Doolittle Detective Agency.” replied the detective. I'm after this man for robbing the Crook Street Bank. His description fits perfectly with the one I have and 1 had orders to bring him in dead or alive so I barred nothing in my attack.” “No doubt you have your man. said the small man. “Our regular man was sick and this man. who has a very strong resemblance. came begging for a sandwich this morning; we signed him up until our man is better. But what happened to the man that was supposed to attack this fellow play-fullv? We are a motion picture company, explained the director, “and are working hard. In this scene the hero was in sad need of a clean shirt. He saw these clothes and proceeded to obtain a shirt while the wash woman's husband, who just finished hanging out a basket of clothes, was starting for the corner store. The hero was caught in the act and you know the rest. A check will be sent to you for your services and I hope you receive a promotion. Detective McSnooze took his victim to headquarters and will receive promotion as soon as those ahead of him retire. IRVING PEARSON. ’30. MY TRIP TO AFRICA AFTER BIG GAME I left New York July 8th on the ship “City of New York for Port Guinea, where the launch I had chartered would be waiting for me. The passage across the Atlantic was uneventful. Arriving in port on Friday, the 12th, I registered at the best Hotel and went to see about hiring a guide and a few natives as I wished to start into the jungle on Monday. After finding a suitable guide and some natives who were willing to go into the interior, I went to see if all was in readiness on the boat. Saturday and Sunday were uneventful as I did nothing but arrange the provisions that I thought we would need. 1 retired early Sunday night as 1 was to start the trip down the coast at five a. m. A few people I had met at the hotel came down to the wharf to wish my guide and myself godspeed and a safe re-turn. Arriving at the mouth of the Niger we stopped for a day’s rest before going into the interior. We started up the Niger with the natives (who were in dug out canoes) in tow. continuing up the river until we were nearly a hundred miles from the coast. We made cut headquarters where the natives immediately set to work making huts which were finished in comparatively short time. The first night in camp was peaceful enough, although near daybreak a few lizards ran over my bed. The lizards are not very abundant in this part of th- world as they are the chief food of the gila monster. The gila is of the lizard family and is the only poisonous lizard known to be in existence. The second day in camp we started into the interior after an antelope so that the natives could have a taste of fresh meat. We had only gone a few hundred yards when we came to a beaten path made by many animals, leading to a waterhole about a half mile below camp. We followed the path hoping to find a band of antelopes at the hole. On the way one of the natives who was in the lead came back to toward us yelling something in the native tongue. The guide who knew the native tongue fairly well told me that the natives would go no farther as there was a python (one of the largest snakes in the world) 8 THE GREEN AND WHITE laying in the middle of the path. The guide and I went to the front of the line and soon came within sight of the snake. We advanced a few feet more and raising our rifles which were Remington thirty-sixes, fired at the snake at the same time. The snake gave a few quivers and died. Upon measuring the snake we found it to he twenty feet long and nearly a foot thick. Two natives came forward and began skinning the snake while we continued on to the waterhole. I being a little in advance, saw to my surprise as we neared the hole a band of ten or twelve antelopes. I waited for the guide to come to my side and as we raised our rifles a tiger leaped from the brush at the side of the band and killed an antelope in less time than it takes me to tell it. The band started forward the minute the tiger leaped and were soon in front of us. but upon seeing us they turned and went off over to our right. All were gone before we had time to shoot, but we remembered the tiger across the opening and just as the tiger was preparing to drag his kill into the woods, we shot and upon nearing we saw that we had broken both of his fore legs. It took but one more bullet to finish him and cutting down two stout poles, we tied the feet of the tiger and the antelope to the poles, and with a native at each end of the poles, proceeded to camp. That night in the middle of the feast two sets of eyes were seen surveying the camp. I being in the darkest part of the camp raised mv rifle and fired two consecutive shots which brought all the natives to the spot where I was standing. Following my gaze thev saw a lion lying on its back with blood flowing from his mouth and nose. All was peaceful that night after the friendly visit of Mr. Lion. Next morning the natives skinned the lion and threw his carcass into the river. Tn a few moments the carcass was surrounded by many heads and was soon torn apart by the hungry alligators. We stayed in the jungle region for another month adding to our collection of skins. On Thursday, September 15th, we set out to go back to’ civilization and home where I gave the skin of the python and several other animals to the American Museum of Natural Historv. LAWRENCE ASHTON. ’30. HARVARD’S “GRAND ALLIANCE” The Grand Alliance was rejoicing. Harvey Humphreys—one of the members, was going to Amsterdam; at least Otto Gantz, whose father was a vice president of a chain of meat markets, and Roale Romanoff, a Russian lad, thought so. When these young men entered Coltian. they became close friends. Some witty sophomore, because of the nationalities of the .boys—English, German, and Russian, and be cause of their friendship had named them the “Grand Alliance.” Otto was a tall, strong, and rather clumsy led, Roale had the charm and grace of a dancing master, but Harvey possessed the combined characteristics of both. As an “all around track star. Harvey was a marked success. He was especially good in various sprints and had equalled Charlie Paddock’s record in the hundred yard dash that very day, the last practice before the “big three” meet. Otto and Roale were sure Harvey would go to the Olympic games, decidedly so. providing he were to win the hundred yard dash on the morrow. Crayton's best man in the hundred yard dash was very good, but the real trouble was the Siddell's man, Dalton, who would win if it were necessary to employ foul means. That night about ten o’clock, Harvey was rudely shaken from his berth in the training quarters. “Snap out of it. someone hissed near him —then there was a long silence. Harvey reached for his clothes and fumbled for a match. Striking it, he found a letter addresed to himself. Opening it he read: “Harvey dear, “Please come at once. We need you. “Elizabeth.” Harvey was a quick thinker and he instantly made up his mind. Hastily dressing in the dark he crawled out a window and hurried to the boys' dormitories. He threw three pebbles in quick succession at his chum’s window, and responding to the signal the “Grand Alliance held a council of war. Harvey told of the letter and outlined his plan. “I think it's some plan to get me out of tomorrow’s race,” he said, “but we’ll go to Betty's home and see if she’s all right.” The “Grand Alliance” all were letter men. Harvey, Otto, and Roale had each won a H” three times. Harvey had a track letter, Otto was a tackle on the foot ball team and Roales light feet and wirey body had won him a fencing letter. Dashing up Main street, scores of people turned their heads to watch three young men in scarlet sweaters, dodge in and out of the homeward bound movie throngs. Soon they were in the residential section of the city of Cambridge. Mass., and the three boys walked slowly until they came to Elizabeth Rowland’s home. Harvey stood still and pointed to a shadow outlined against the white wall of the house. The “Grand Alliance” squatted down on the grass and had a second war council. Upon rising again, Harvey stealthily went up the front porch and Otto and Roale crawled around to the side. The prowler, evidently was looking in the living room window. Otto crept up behind and punched him in the back of the head. Immediately the man slumped to the ground. Roale made an effective gag out of a hand-herchief, and both boys bound the sneak’s hands and feet with their belts. They then crept around to the other side of the house to see if there were any more visitors. Meanwhile Harvey who had been ringing the front doorbell and receiving no answer gave the door a push and entered the hall. In the dimly lighted room on a chair, tied and fagged so that she could not more was Betty. Harvey untied her and when she could speak THE (i R E E N AND WHITE 9 she told him that her mother and father were away—here she was interrupted. The door burst open and in came Eddie Far-rel’s head, coach of the Coltian’s track team. “So—!!! This is how you keep training it is? Blondey—whoever he may be—was right.” “Sir. I don't understand you. Who is Blondey?” ‘ ‘Some young man who called on the telephone and told me you were here.” “Mr. Farrel. look at this. Harvey showed the letter to the coach. Here again they were interrupted. Otto and Roale came in with the prowler. “Explain,” shouted Roale. The man looked at the floor but not for long. Otto gave him a severe shaking, whereupon the man poured forth his story: “Dalton,” he said, “paid me for breaking in here and doing that, (he pointed to Betty) and sending vou a note and also calling up Mr. Farrel—” Coach Farrel needed no more convincing. “I beg your pardon. he said as he addressed Harvey, “I am glad you played the gentleman.” The next dav dawned clear and bright and at the “Big Three” meet. Harvey was ready for the hundred yard dash, which he ran and won, adding more glory to Coltian's record. CHARLES B. PENDLETON. '30 AN EIGHTY THOUSAND DOLLAR CONTEST Larry and Lawrence Edwards were two brothers who had just graduated from high school. They could not afford to go to college because they were parentless and had lived with their uncle until about four months before they graduated, when he died. They wanted to go through high school so they found work after school hours and lived with the lady who was housekeeper for their uncle. The day after they graduated they were called to the office of Lawyer Arnold, who was their uncle’s attorney. They wondered w’hat the lawyer wanted, so they made haste to get to his office. When they arrived there they were ushered into the office by an attendant. The lawyer greeted them and told them to be seated. Then he took an envelope from his safe and drew out a piece of paper. He handed this piece of paper to Larry and told him that it was his uncle’s will. Larry took it and read it out loud. This is what is contained : “Please do not let my nephews see this will until after they both have graduated from high school. To each of my nephews, Larry and Lawrence. I leave one thousand dollars, which is to give them a little start in some business career. The remainder which is eighty thousand dollars is to be given to the boy, either Larry of Lawrence, who can make the most money on the thousand dollars in the period of five months. The boys must not see or communicate with each other in that period of time and if the contest should come out a draw they will divide the money.” The boys shook hands with each other after receiving the money and departed. Lawrence took his course to New York and de- cided to invest his money in stocks. Larry took his course to Florida to join the Florida Eagles base ball club. He was to pitch for them and he decided to bet money on the base ball games. The two boys kept wondering what the other had done. Lawrence was doing well in New York for he had won about ten thousand dollars, but Larry didn't have any luck and lost more than one-half the thousand dollars. He decided not to bet any more until the day before the five months was up. and that he would save his salary and also what he had left out of the thousand dollars. The day came for Larry to try his luck. He had saved up four thousand dollars. There were two things he could bet on that day. In the morning there was to be a base ball game and in the afternoon there was to be a horse race. He doubled his money on the base ball game, so when the afternoon came he bet his eight thousand dollars on the horse race, but he went home feeling sick for he had lost his money. The next morning he left for his home town to report to Lawyer Arnold. He met his brother Lawrence in the office and he looked sort of pale to him. The lawyer then asked him how much money he had made. Larry looked at his brother and then he told the lawyer his story. When he finished, his brother jumped up from his chair and clasped his hand, and the lawyer smiled. Down hearted, he started to walk out of the office but the lawyer called him back and handed him a check for forty thousand dollars, and told him it was a draw. The two brothers walked out of the office with their arms about each other and now they are going to college together. FRANK J. MAHONEY. ’30. “THE THREE MUSKETEERS” Leaning against a lamp-post of a little village was a boy of about fifteen years of age. His face covered with a thick mass of uncountable freckles, his chubby hands thrust deep into his trouser pockets, he leaned idly against the post, whistling an unmusical tune which sounded like “My Wild Irish Rose.” As the boy leaned against the post, dreamy-like in the hot sun, he had two visions. The first vision was very beautiful. He pictured himself hunting, fishing, swimming, and other joyous outdoor sports. But the other vision was very disagreeable. He had a vision of a milk wagon, drawn by an old nag parading through the muddy streets with himself on the rear end of the wagon, delivering milk to his customers. The boy’s unhappy vision was suddenly interrupted by the sudden appearance of a newcomer. Hullo Patrick 1” exclaimed the new comer, “what cha doing?” Nothin’, and don’t call me Patrick—see— 'cause when us Irishmen get mad—look out! We’re tough—see?” Huh! I could lick you with one hand tied behind me.” “You can, can you? Well, knock this chip 10 THE GREEN AND WHITE off my shoulder. C'nion knock it off. I dare you to; I even double dare you.” “Say, you think I’m crazy ? I can’t fight today. D’vou know what day it is today? Well, if you don’t—it’s Friday, an unlucky day, and I'm superstitious. But just wait until tomorrow and I’ll....... Hey Patrick! Hey Mac, what cha doing?” This was the yell which came from another chum as Mac was about to challenge his chum to a fight, when the new-comer, a short lad. dark complexion, and called “Snip, interrupted them. “Say Snip, you know that Patrick dared me to fight him? I would only.......” “Oh, you guys want to fight, do you? Well there’s a gang of guys raiding our club house. I've iust been over there. Thev’re wrecking our furniture. I’d have cleaned ’em up myself, only I wanted you guys to have some fun too. Huh, you look as though vou’d clean ’em up, and bv the way, when did you get that black eye?” “I—well—I—you see, I fell from a pile of boxes—helping my mother; fell on my face, you see ____” “Yes, we understand, we deeply sympathize with you,” remarked Mac. I thought your mother went away on a visit.” Aw c’mon, hurry up, we won't have any furniture left.” Their arguments ended, the three hurried forward, dashing through back yards, climbing over fences until they came in sight of their club house. There they hid in the bushes, watching every move of their foe. In the club-house were several large boys of about seventeen years of age, who were members of the tough neighborhood. The boys were engaged in moving the furniture in the club-house. “We’ll be ruined,” groaned Snip from their hiding place. ‘Can’t we stop 'em from ruining us? Tell you what,” suddenly exclaimed Mac, the brightest member of the club. What?” asked the other two in surprise. “Well, Snip, you're the fourth vice president of our club. We'll wait here, and you go and make them stop wrecking our furniture. If we hear any shouting, we’ll come and help you. - I'd go myself, but I got a sore leg and can’t walk good. “So’d I, but we want to have a little pity on 'em. I’d be arrested if I beat ’em too much,” remarked the brave Patrick. “B-b-b-but I, I, stammered Snip. Cmon hurry up. commanded Mac, giving him a push to make him obey. The frightened Snip slowly rose from his hiding place and walked towards the clubhouse, his knees trembling, and his whole body shaking with fright. He approached a large boy, one of the group, who appeared to be the leader. The leader had a cap pulled down over his eyes, and a cigarette protruded from his mouth which made him look “tougher,” and which made Snip more frightened. The boy upon seeing Snip again in their presence, stepped towards him and growled. “Well, what d’vou want—another black eye ? ” N-n-no! I-I iust w-want to know if you're h-having a good t-time.” Well what d'ya think we’re having?” “B-but p’please d-don't ruin the furniture.” “Wal. you gotta lotta nerve. I guess we’ll do iust as we please.” “Y-ves, that's w-what I-I meant; w-well good-bye: s-see y-you later. The defeated Snip returned to his companions. “Well, have they gone?” asked Mac. “Huh. guess I made ’em go all right. They went through the bushes on the other side of the club-house. Scared ’em out of their wits.” “Well, how did you scare—Like fun you scared ’em,” suddenly exclaimed Patrick, gazing at the club-house. “Look! They’re still there!” That’s funny, I thought I drove ’em away. Well how the deuce can we get rid of 'em? asked the innocent Snip. “Wait! Sh-h—Let me think—” Again Mac the bright boy began to think. “I bet it ain’t anything,” murmured Snip. “Shut up, will you? I’m thinking,” raved Mac. Ah ! I have it! I can drive ’em away easy,” suddenly whispered Mac in delight. “Follow me. I know where we can get something.” The two followed their leader, eager to know what his plans were. But their curiosity did not last long. Mac stopped beside a wooden fence and commenced to dig away the dirt underneath the fence. After he had dug a fairly large hole, he thrust his hand in the hole and withdrew several shiny oval shaped objects. Why-why they’re eggs!” exclaimed Patrick. “Yes, nice shiny rotten eggs; found ’em myself. Each guy take five.” The two boys obeyed his orders, placing the eggs carefully into a pocket, they returned to their former hiding place, where they could obtain a clear vision of the raiders.” “Now don’t fire until you see the whites of their eyes,” commanded Mac in a stern and grave voice. In a short time a boy appeared at the corner of the club-house. “I’ll take him,” whispered Patrick. Taking careful aim he hurled the ancient egg through the air, and it struck square on the back of the victim's neck, splashing the contents over his neck and clothes, which caused the boy to give a loud scream of rage, bringing his comrades to the scene. Again the missiles went hurling through space to land on the victims. With wild screams of rage the boys rushed through the bushes and disappeared, fearing that some demon had caused this unaccountable catastrophe. “C’mon let’s fix it up again, cried Snip, gleefully. “All right, I’ll stand guard and you two fix it up, said Mac. “Like fun you will. I’ll stand guard, and you fix it up.” THE GREEN AND WHITE II “Say, what d’ya think I am, Santa Claus ?” asked Mac in a sarcastic tone. If you don't want me to bust you, shut up, commanded Patrick in a warning tone of voice. “You hurt me. Say look out. I’m getting mad. “You are. are you? Then knock this chip off my shoulder. C'mon, I dare you. even double dare you. “Aw go set on a tack, you know this is Friday, and I never fight on Friday. STANLEY BENNETT, '30. THE HIDDEN TREASURE A hermit, proceeding one day on his way through a vast forest, chanced to discover a large cave, which was concealed by a thick growth of weeds and saplings. Being greatly fatigued, he entered, and was preparing to sit down in the cool cavern when he chanced to observe something brightly shining in the distance. Carefully he went toward it, and found that it was a heap of gold. He turned away from the gold as though it were poison, and hastened on his way through the woods, no longer caring to rest. But he had the misfortune to fall in with a band of robbers, who for many years had infested the woods and made travelling unsafe for the unwary. But to the robbers the exist- nee of the cave and its treasure was also unknown. The robbers, perceiving the fleeing hermit, and not finding any one in pursuit, were seized with a sort of unaccountable dread, though at the same time they ventured forward, to learn the cause of this strange conduct. When they inquired from the hermit why he was so eager to escape from the woods he replied: “I flee from death.” But no one is following you; show us who is in pursuit. Come then, with me, the hermit hurriedly replied, “and 1 will show you the death that is pursuing me.” He then led the robbers to the cave and pointed out to them the fatal place, at the same time beseeching them to refrain from even looking in. But the thieves, resolved to find out about the strange thing that had caused the hermit such alarm and roughly urged him forward. Trembling, the hermit led them to the heap of gold and said: Here is the death that was in pursuit of me;” and the thieves, seizing upon the treasure, rejoiced exceedingly. They per- mitted the hermit to go on his way, vastly amused by the simplicity which led him to look upon the gold as death. Then the robbers considered what should be done with the treasure, and they agreed that one of their number should go to the neighboring city to buy provisions and the other two were to guard the treasure. The one who went to the city soon pondered on means which might enable him to obtain the entire wealth for himself, and he said to himself: As soon as 1 reach the city I will eat and drink of the best of everything, as much as I please, and then I will purchase the provi- sions for my comrades. Then I shall procure poison and mix this with their portion of the eatables; this, I am sure, will settle their account and leave me undisputed master of the wealth. And as he had planned, so he carried out his scheme. He carried the poisoned food to his companions who, as soon as they saw him, fell upon him with their swords and put him to death. For while he was away they had also come to the conclusion that it were better for each of them if they were to divide the treasure among two than among three. Then they began to feast upon the provisions prepared for them, and upon satisfying their appetites, both were soon seized with violent cramps and fell lifeless over the body of their late comrade. In this manner all three fell victims to each other’s avarice and cruelty, without obtaining their ill-gotten wealth. And thus also were fulfilled the words of the hermit, when he assured the robbers that he was fleeing from death. FRANCES DORAN, '30. THE FAMILY TROUBLE From the kitchen of the Barnby home a heated argument could be heard. The daily battle was on. and the first round had begun. If one were to hesitate in his journey past the house that day they would hear brother and sister in their monotonous arguments over their daily duties. “Hey maaa—It's Janes' turn to wipe dishes. Can't I go out, Maaa; ha, can II?” T'ain’t neither, maa. Don't you b'lieve him, Ma. It’s Jimmie’s turn. He won’t....” Crash 1 A dish fell to the floor, shattered into several pieces. The mother rushed from an adjoining room, waving her arms frantically in the air. She snatched the dish towel from Jim's hand, crying For Heaven's sake, go 1” Jimmie walked triumphantly from the house. He had won the decision. He plodded down the sandy street of the little village, his large dirty dog following him. It was Saturday morning and he was idle—nowhere to go, and nothing to do—except work, which was his chief trouble. Suddenly he stopped short and gazed across the street. The object of his attraction was a beautiful girl walking slowly in the opposite direction. Evidently she was a stranger for Jim knew every girl in the village. He wondered who she was. She was the prettiest girl in the village 1 He was inquisitive to know where she lived. As there was no one to give him an introduction he decided to introduce himself. The girl was now several feet beyond the spot where he had first seen her. He crossed the street, his shabby dog following him, and Jim followed the girl whistling a merry tune with an innocent look on his fact, and wondering how he could introduce himself. Suddenly Lady Luck smiled on Jim, for the girl had dropped her handkerchief and was unaware of her loss. He ran forward and picked up the small handkerchief. Running forward he touched her gently on her arm and was about to make a gallant speech be- 12 THE GREEN AND WHITE fore presenting her handkerchief to her, when Lady Luck’s attitude changed towards Jim— While Jim was following the girl, his constant companion, his dog, had been following also. Suddenly he spied a cat on a fence and a commotion occured at once—the cat jumped from its perch and ran down the walk with the dog a few feet away; the dog seemed to take pleasure in chasing cats, for it gave joyous yelps as it chased its victim. As Jim was about to present the handkerchief to the beautiful girl he was knocked down in the dirt. He looked just in time to see his dog disappear from his view. He rose to his feet. His face and clothes were covered with dirt. The blood rushed to his face as he triumphantly presented the wrinkled and dirty handkerchief to its owner. She nodded her head as a sign of thanks and passed on. Jim had failed in obtaining his introduction, so returned home to change his clothes. The next day Jim learned from his little sister Jane that the girl was staying with her cousin Miss Burney, a close friend of Jim's. How d’you know?” asked Jim suspiciously. ‘Cause 1 was visiting over there,” was the prompt answer. Would like to go over, but got to have some excuse, muttered Jim. His opportunity came quicker than he expected. Jim, I want you to take this cake over to Mrs. Burney,” said his mother. “All right, ma, I’ll go over at once!” This prompt service from Jim was rather unexpected, for any other time he would have declined to go for fear that his friends might see him. He took the cake and ran hastily across the street, first looking in all directions for the prying eyes of his friends. He rang the door bell and walked in without waiting for an answer. Ma sent this cake over,” he said to Mrs. Burney. Tell her I thank her very much.” But instead of leaving, Jim sat down in a chair in the kitchen and tried to hold a conversation with the lady so he might stay longer. He talked with her on different subjects such as the new visitor he had seen in town. Suddenly from the parlor came the two cousins. Why hello Jim,” exclaimed Mabel Burney. “Lo, was the abrupt answer. Meet my cousin Alice Bailey,” at last he knew her name. He made an awkward bow murmuring, “pleased to meet you.” She appeared even more beautiful than when he had seen her the day before. He wondered how long she was going to remain in the village. He hoped forever. The next day found Miss Bailey and Jim playing checkers on a little table on the lawn. The two had become quite friendly, at least Jim had. Every day he found some important excuse to gain admittance to the Burney household and when he did enter, he was in no hurry to leave. A week later on a Saturday morning, Jim was wakened by someone pounding vigorously on his bedroom door. It was Jane. “G’wan away,” he bellowed out. Maa—make her go away,” he yelled out. “G’wan beat it.” Get up, look what you got in the mail from Burneys,” and she pushed an envelope under the door. The word “Burneys” had a startling effect on Jim. He rose from his bed and dashed to the door. He snatched the envelope from the floor and quickly read: “You are cordially invited to attend a birthday party tomorrow afternoon at 1 o’clock at my home. Sincerely yours, Mabel Burney. What joyous news! He could not express his thoughts aloud. No doubt the birthday party was in honor of Miss Bailey, and he was invited! That day he sent his best suit to the cleaners to be cleaned and pressed, and the same day he bought a large box of chocolates costing three dollars. He was now all prepared for the great event. After what seemed like weeks to Jim, the glorious day arrived! Dressed in his best suit, and his chocolates under his arm he rang the bell of the Burney home and was admitted by Mrs. Burney. The rooms were decorated and in the dining room Jim could see a huge birthday cake on the table, but what struck him peculiar was that there were only four candles on it. However, he thought nothing of it, probably they didn’t have time to put the rest on-. Jim walked into the parlor, but he saw only Mabel, her little brother Sam, and several children. “Give this to Miss Bailey, will you?” he asked. “Miss Bailey? Why she isn’t here; left last Friday for her home.” But I thought____’’ stammered Jim. “It's Sammie’s birthday. He’s just four years old.” Jim dropped into the nearest chair amazed. Dressed in his best clothes, and a three dollar box of chocolates for a boy. His face turned pale. What’s the matter, you look sick? asked Mabel. Have a headache, guess I’ll go home.” He left the house. Gave the chocolates to Jane and went to bed. Next morning he arose, but Jane could not be found. She had arisen and left the house. Her mother became anxious. “Go see if you can find her Jim.” Jim did not have far to go. In the back of the house was Jane, and of the three dollar box of candy there were two pieces left and Jane was beginning to feel the effects. STANLEY A. BENNETT, ’30. CHARLEY ULRICH Sheerluck Bones, the great detective, is very loquacious just after pay day. This is one of the few stories he ever told that is true. Charley Ulrich, prize rover of the Secret Service records, came to America from Germany when a boy. He got a job steel engraving in New York and became an expert. Jim Colbert, a “shover of the queer (agent for counterfeit money), influenced him to engrave a State bank note. Charley spent two years in the Federal penitentiary afterwards. When he came out he enlisted in the Crimean War. was invalided, and honorably discharged. Another famous counterfeiter. Jim Courtney, got a couple of girl friends to do a hero-worship act on Charley. They succeeded and Courtney lent Charley money to spend Oil the girls. Courtney was backed by a Pitts- THE OR EON AN!) WHITE 13 burgh capitalist—Stewart by name. He and Courtney agreed to cancel Charley’s debt if he would engrave a note. Then Courtney, to get all the bills, double-crossed Stewart. It takes a thief to get a thief, so Stewart shadowed Courtney and Ulrich, and with four accomplices acting as Secret Service agents, raided the counterfeiters. Stewart's men freed them when they surrendered the plates, presses and counterfeit bills. Charley speedily engraved a hundred dollar note; the government officers soon got onto his trail and found he shipped his bogus money by express. An agent got a job in the office, but when Charley saw him he refused to enter. After the agent had been there six weeks, Charley, believing him a sure-enough employee, risked it, went in and was caught. Charley was put in a cell with a French counterfeiter at Brooklyn Penitentiary. He made a key from a piece of soft iron from the wash place, let himself and his cell-mate out. and went to Canada. Jim Colbert, who had betrayed Charley once, betrayed him again and aided the United States agents to capture the German. Again Charley was incarcerated ; again he escaped. Charley needed money so he went to Ger-ney; Charley, unlike other criminals, was always readv to trust a crook, and again was betrayed, for Courtnev wanted a pardon. The President pardoned Ulrich after he (Ulrich, not the President), had served eight years of a fifteen year term. Charley then got an engraving job; he didn’t mind the work, but did object to an adventureless life. The old gang blackmailed him, so he returned to Germany. There he was apprehended for swindling. He returned to America and was again caught for manufacturing bogus notes. After that he lived straight, being convinced that this way of making money does not make money. Sheerluck Bones had finished another tale, so he started his afternoon tea. R. AKIN. A MODERN DUEL “Captain Imelmann! Who knows where Captain Imelmann is? cried a loud voice. “Here I am!” Out of a large army tent stepped the burly form of Captain Imelmann. He had a record of bringing down fifty-one British airplanes. It was early morning of May 15. 1914. before any battle or skirmish had started. Here is a note which has been dropped from a British plane which was flying a truce flag. On opening the note the Captain read as follows: “Captain Imelmann, I challenge you to a man-to-man fight at two o'clock this afternoon. It will be then that we will see who is the better man. Have your guns cease firing. The British guns will be silent. Captain Bell. Going to the British camp we find Ball anxiously awaiting an answer. Soon a plane was heard and a white paper was seen to flutter down. Captain Ball ran to where it fell and picked it up and read: “Captain Ball, I accept your challenge. The German guns will be silent. You will be my fifty-second plane. Captain Imelmann.” Promptly at 2 o’clock hostilities ceased. The armies on either side could be seen climbing up the side of trenches to watch a modern duel. Suddenly a gun was sounded and on either side of the field rose a plane. One was British and the other German. Cheers could be heard on both sides of the field of battle. Both planes rose to a great height. Ball was below Imelmann and was apparently making an effort to get above him. He was flying about as if he were insane. Suddenly Imelmann banked his plane and came down in a nose dive directly for Ball. It looked as if it were all over for Ball. Ball suddenly looped his plane thus getting above his adversary. He dove and showered Imelmann with a hail of bullets. The German plane burst in flames and fell to the ground. Ball followed a few hundred feet and then raced for home. He settled at his own camp for five minutes. He soon arose and flew to where Imelmann’s charred body was being removed from the wreckage of his plane. He released a huge wreath of flowers which fell at the feet of the body of Captain Imelmann. Ball then rose and flew to the British camp. When he had landed he remarked that Imelmann did not get his 52nd plane and never would. Thus ended the career of Germany’s famous ace and ended the most spectacular of modern duels. CHARLES W. YOUNG. ’30. THE SONG OF THE LARK A charming serenade we hear All stop to listen far and near How throbbingly that song is sung How on the summer air ’tis hung How rovers pause to hear the call Inspiring them with one and all How dreams of bubble tissue rise In souls, this singing never dies. HATTIE MANLEY. ’28. “SPRING” The birds are singing in the trees, It is the month of May; The leaves are blowing in the breeze. Oh, what a lovely day. The bees are humming merrily. The winter days have passed; The children play so happily For spring has come at last. H. BYRNES There are famous words by famous men, That are headlines in the news, But none were ever read so much. As the phrase, “I do not choose.” I. PEARSON. ’30. 14 THE (iREEN AND WHITE 1928 POEM Ah ! who can tell how hard it is to climb The steep where Fame's proud temple shines afar? James Beattie. Mary is a little girl Quite clever you should know. Efficient? Well. I guess she is. And not the least bit slow. Freddie likes a little joke, Tells them all the time, The trouble is his jokes—well you Can finish this short rhyme. Herbert is a busy sort. Flitting everywhere. But everywhere that Herbert goes His H. B. B. is there. John is very eloquent, His vocabulary fine, And what's more—he'll make A sturdy oak for some poor clinging vine. Vow Ketchy does love color's bright. We’ve noticed one and all The brightest red that she can find Must answer to Ketchy’s call. Ralph Church’s life is rather hard, Lo! witness his bright blushes; He’s rather modest through it all. But girls will have their crushes! Louis always has a smile That sticks the whole day through; Jimmy likes to tease the girls. But give him credit too! Warren holds for Frank attraction. Wonder what it is? Wonder why he’s seen there often And why they call him Sis”? Lester is a gentleman On whom you can depend. Responsible beyond his years And always a trusted friend. Mary had a pocketbook That wandered round and round. And everywhere that Mary went Her pocketbook was found. Agnes’s eyes are heavenly blue. She has a winning smile; No wonder that those who pass. Stop and pause a while. Minnie is a quiet girl. We hardly know she’s there. She’s always studying History With hopeful, frenzied air. Richmond Gorham is the kind You always know is there. And Martha doing this and that. With lackadaisical air. Edward is our Romeo In Colt Memorial plays; He has his little arguments, But does what M. T. Sullivan says. Charles is quite a bashful boy When girls with him converse. And David always studying Waiting for the worse. Introducing Edward Levy In Chemistry class a shark— But when it comes Exam time He worries about his mark. Hattie Manley likes the sand, She loves the ocean breeze, But you’ll not find her sailing. Upon the treacherous C’s. Jim is one of the elite Of the class of '28, He comes to school just off and on, And when he comes, he’s late. At base ball games George is seen A-sitting in the bleachers; Roberta trying hard. And making good impression on her teachers. Where did Gladys get that curl? To ask her is no sin. She patiently sat for hours Getting that permanent” in. Angelina never needs a red light To tell when danger’s near, Lulu, like the weather, Very apt to veer. Augustus is trying very hard To prove that this is true: That gentlemen prefer brunettes And so do ladies too! Nicholas swings a wicked bow, An orchestra his aim, Since Johnie’s taken Chemistry He’s never been the same. Helen dreams of future joys, Of sorrows passed away, She dreams of everything But the Latin for the day! Magdalene is uuite blase We hear he likes her so, And Stella in bookkeeping Is not so very slow. Alice Vermette’s quite vivacious Especially in French, Alice Walsh has intellectual fires That reciting cannot quench. Marjorie is a quiet lass But the sweetest girl we know. And Edith is a clever miss As all her records show. And thus I’ll end this little verse Of the Class of ’29, The steeps of glory we shall tread And leave our lives to fate. ELVIRA OBERG, ’28. JESTER The world knows you for but a jester. I Alone know you for what you are. The grim Determination that you have to lie Yourself away to other is a whim Of Fate, I know that two small boys who stole away And joined their Maker drove you almost mad. I know that grief ransacks you. Yet you play With Life; and smile, and make all others smile. They do not know what tears your heart the while I LESTER EISENSTADT, ’28. THE (iRECN AND WHITE 15 WE WOULD LIKE TO KNOW Why Corea is so interested in Warren. If Colt will continue to Bank 100% when the Seniors leave. If Spike Connors will really become a State cop. What makes “Katchy Burns fond of “Red.” Why Dunbar uses a muffler when he talks. If all men are created equal,” look at “Tubby and DeWolf. Whether or not the author of this column will succeed Geo. Mackinnon or Neal O'Hara. (Ben Turpin.) How Motta gets that way. When the school orchestra will meet Ted Lewis in a battle of music. If “Twister” Church really did twister. Why Castriotta journeys to Fall River every week end. Whether Elvira Oberg will succeed as Gloria Swanson. When the school pugilist. Nick Ruggiero, will bring the world’s featherweight title to Bristol. If the football squad will continue the good work after the Seniors leave. When Johnny Rego is going to buy that “Chicken farm.” If Gus is really in love. If so. where, why, when and how. When Eddie Levy will turn from a “jerker to an honest-to-goodness pharmacist. If “Tubby” is going to fill Cornsweet’s shoes at Brown. When Agnes will stop going to Wilbur's. What kind of cough remedy Lester needs. When Alice is going to try that “ice experiment for the last time. Where D’Ambrosia got those curves—on the hall. Why Rego goes to the Arcadia on Thursday nights. Why Boynton refused to succeed John Barrymore or John Gilbert. When Stella is going to start growing. YONK '29. Ed. Daily Dust. DISILLUSIONMENT “Welcome!” it said There’s a clasp of hand, The picture Faith Of so many lands. First do I think That so great is hope And then I see S” on a box of soap! DAWN When the grass is wet with dew, Golden clouds come into view When the cock begins to crow When the farmer starts to sow Then is Dawn. When the world at last awakes Refreshing cool are brooks and lakes When goes care of yesterday When there starts another day Then is Dawn. HATTIE MANLEY, 28. “IT WON’T BE LONG NOW” I. Tiara, Rah, Rah, Boom-de-Aye, Diamonds, dear friends, are trumps today. Spring has come” with golden dreams Of pennant-winning base ball teams. The fans no longer itch and swear At winter's flannel underwear. Instead they itch to watch their nine Upon the home field diamond shine. And soon you’ll hear the diamond ring, And echo with the call of spring. That wonderous. thunderous, thrilling call, PLAY BALL.” II. You’ll soon see Uncle Sam'l. Puffing away at a Camel— Chewing a wad of Beechnut gum With Coco-Cola to cool his “turn. Parched in the sun, in the left field bleachers, Rooting with senators, cops and preachers, Macaroni benders and fender menders, Pretzel twisters and telephone listeners. Rooting for Gehrig or Babe the Bam,” For an “ace of diamonds” is your Uncle Sam. EDWARD LeCLF.RC, '28. BACK FENCES They talk. What do they find to talk about ? Tomorrow’s joys? The grief of yesterday? The bills are high, “My Tommy's getting stout. And William’s hair is growing thin and grey.” “And did you hear about John Peter’s wife?” They say— 1 don’t believe a word of it.” “The Johnsons lead a miserable life—” “The tailor couldn’t get my coat to fit. Outside the sun is in the air. The wind Brushes the young leaves gently, and the grass Is green again. Why are they deaf and blind? Why do they let another summer pass? They talk! The days go swiftly running by Until the time has come for them to die. LESTER EISENSTADT. '28. OUR BASKET BALL TEAM What are we going to do next year When Twister and Tubby have gone Out into the great wide world And left the school forlorn? As captain and as center These two were hard to beat. They could pass and throw a wicked ball. And run players off their feet. And then ther was Barney who saved a game. And Martin who shoots from afar And Louis and Nick and Sylvia called Fat.” They all played without ever a mar. But we mustn't forget the side line, Where the lusty rooters cheered. Elvira and Hattie and Magdalen Shaw Who yelled but never jerred. And when they tied with Warren, And they made the old siren blow. And the welkin rang with the cheer and song Were they happy? I’ll sav so! Let’s go! FRITZI DUNBAR. ’30. 16 THE GREEN AND WHITE TO MR. DOWD 'Twas naught but talk—a triflng matter When Dowdy said, he'd can the chatter. Old fussy prune! Across the class He put poor me, Alas! alas! And there is Barney, Johnny, Lester, And dear old Helen I loved to pester, Tough luck was mine, 'cause when I talked Old Dowd, he looked, and gawked and gawked And then he’d say, o'er come by wrath Mith Manley, quiet! Thith ith Latin clath! Oh Gosh! Then I-es' would talk to David, Humph 1 Never get caught their lives were saved. John, seeking knowledge, as well he might, Asked me a question right in plain sight An’ all I did was answer him And bring on me a fate so grim Old Dowd, he made me change my place And made me leave each much-heard face And far across the class to go A strange new place, a strange new row. And what to do without me there Our dear old nook where woe was rare Our corner dear and just those four Where we sped away the Latin hour. So Helen kind, she thought that she Would console them all for the loss of me. And so, she talked and made much noise And bv no means increased Dowd’s joys Les” spoke then and ended atl 'Cause Mister Dowd—the nerve and gall! He moved her too, alack! alas! There’s nothing left of our Latin class! And may I add while I still survive That Johnny's in a new bee hive And Lester's not where he used to be There's Barney yet to move, you see. Now I ask you, is that nice? To part us so? He’s done it twice. The first time he said 'twas just a trial. But now we’ll stay for a good long while. The wrong was what? The windows there. The sights to see. the morning air. We always felt so fresh (?) and gay, We had to talk—it’s a woman’s way, And cruel, vile thing. He would be mean And part us all and make the scene A tragedv. HATTIE MANLEY, '28. “THE REASON WHY” Our school begins, as all you know. At eight-fifteen each day. But eight-sixteen, one minute late Is my most frequent way. Is seems the bed's so very warm The air’s so very cold That my old bed to me so dear Is worth a lot of gold. But school must come and school will come, And I on time must go, So if you hear someone’s reformed ’Tis I, vou’ll surelv know. PAUL CLARK. IN MEMORIAM No man had ever loved her. Men Do not admire a simple face. She labored through the dragging years. Remembering work, forgetting tears, And then there came a twilight when She softly left this earthly place. Few cared that she had gone her way. Or if they did, they did not say. Few knew she died not in a bed. Few knew that she was even dead. Those whom she nursed to health did not Remember her. They long forgot. She cared for all; none cared for her. She never sinned. She could not err. Her face was far too plain for that, She did not ever slant her hat. She lived a nurse. She died a nurse. None walked behind her lonely hearse. She lived. She died. And that was all. But when she entered Heaven’s Hall, She found the Lord God waiting there, Anxious to place her in His care! LESTER EISENSTADT, ’28. WE WONDER WHAT WOULD HAPPEN If John Boynton would ever wake up. If Martin Biancuzzo wouldn’t lose his head in a game. If Johnny Dunbar grew up. If Lester Eisenstadt didn't cough before reciting in class. If Ralph Church didn't blush when he recited. If F. Brownell and F. Corea stopped going to Warren. If R. Gorham wasn’t late to school. If D. Leviten wasn't telling how to make money. If R. Munroe ever talked a little louder. If M. Hill did her History assignments. If N. Pirri wouldn't get nervous when reciting. If Powers wouldn't cause so much disturbance. EDDIE LeCLERC, '28. “NICK” PIRRI, '28. A FRIEND INDEED Over the stormy trail, Through rain and snow and hail. To a sick friend in need, Lindv was a friend indeed. When he heard the call for need. Did he falter? No, indeed! All he said was, “I'll go,” And flew through the blinding snow. Although he flew in vain that day, For his brave friend soon passed away, He showed true courage as his aim. And added glory to his name. E. WINWARD, '28. YOUTH Sunny and smiling And beguiling Time away with youth's own joys. Juvenile bliss. Sweet happiness. Rejoice ere woe with age alloys! HATTIE MANLEY, '28. THE (iREEN AND WHITE 17 A crosseyed cat met a crosseyed rat One pleasant day in June; Said the crosseyed cat to the crosseyed rat; I'll eat you for dinner this noon. Once there were two women Who went out for a walk And all they did As women do Was talk and talk and talk. An old black and an old white cat Side by side on the back fence sat The old hlack cat and the old white cat Spat and sputtered and sputtered and spat. HATT1K MANLF.Y, '28. In 1492 Coluthbus sailed the ocean blue. He had nothing on our Lindy true. Who hopped in his plane. And flew, and flew, to fame. The “Spirit of St. Louis left the U. S. A. With its lone passenger who flew a night and day, Till at last in Paris he did alight, Creating good-will with his wonderful flight. ROBERTA MUNRO, '28. Nobody has ever added up The value of current news, Wc know how much a dollar's worth And how much it is used. We know the distance to the sun. The size and weight of earth. But no one here can tell us. How much our news is worth. A. LA CASSE, ’.TO. MOTHER I have a very charming friend Who’ll always love me to the end No matter what I do or say, She loves me more each passing day. To me she is so very dear, I have no need to fret or fear. She works for me with all her might From early morn till late at night. Mother, mother, my heart calls you. To me you arc so very true, The years will pass on and I’ll find My mother’s love will always shine. HELEN VALANTF The Pan-American Congress Was held in old Havana Where the diet of the people Is a nice big ripe banana. Our delegates went down there To help insure good-will Many came home happy But some are arguing still. I. PEARSON, ’30. TYPEWRITING HONORS High honors were won by the Senior Commercial group as a result of a series of tests given monthly in the typewriting department. Miss Roberta Munro achieved a speed in typewriting which has never been exceeded in this school. She was awarded a jewelled emblem for writing at a speed of 76 words a minute for fifteen minutes. She also received gold, silver. and bronze medals for passing other tests. Nicholas Pirri received gold and silver emblems for writing at a rate of fifty-one and forty-six words a minute for fifteen minutes. He also received silver and bronze Underwood medals for high speed. Charles I.angello received Silver Underwood and L. C. Smith awards and a gold pin from the Royal Typewriter Company for a speed of fifty-one words a minute. Mary Arruda received silver and bronze Underwood emblems and a silver L. C. Smith pin for writing fifty-six words a minute. Estelle Steen and Louis Castriotta received silver pins, and bronze pins were awarded to Agnes Fay. Estelle Steen, Minnie Goglia, Angelina Panzarella and Louis Castriotta by the Underwood Company. In addition to these awards, every member of the class received beautifully engraved certificates from the various companies for proficiency in typewriting. AS WE SEE OTHERS The High School Herald. Westfield High School, Westfield, Mass.—Your magazine is very good, a few cuts, however, would improve it. Your editorials are exceptionally well written. A few more stories would be interesting. Let us hear from you again. The Quarterly. Stamford High School, Stamford. Conn.—Your magazine is exceptionally fine, one of our best exchanges. A few more jokes would he good. Come again. The Red and Black. Newport. Rhode Island. —Such a well organized paper ought to have a few cuts. Your write-ups are without doubt excellent. Don't forget C. M. H. S. in the future. The Arrow, Barrington, Rhode Island.— Your cuts are admirable and so original. We wish to congratulate you on your fine magazine. Remember to exchange with us again. The Reflector. North Kingston High School. North Kingston. Rhode Island.—You have an attractive little school paper. May we suggest a few more jokes. We acknoweldge with thanks the following exchanges; The Onargosy, Onarga Military School, Onarga. 111. The Sagamore, Brookline, Mass. West Warwick High School, West Warwick, Rhode Island. BASKET BALL TEAM Seated, left to right—Martin Biancuzzo. David Levitin, Ralph T. Church (Capt.), Louis Castriotta. H. B. Burnham, Jr. Mgr. Standing, left to right—Louis Sylvia, A. Richmond Gorham, Richard Mott, Frank A. Rhuland (coach). THE GREEN AND WHITE 21 JO Miss Sisson’s History Class Miss S.—“What are the marks of the old regime? Miss Arruda—“Quotation marks.” “------- Oh, a (Jenius!” Miss Callan (French I)— We are going to start a French Club next Friday.” Bassing—“You mean the day after Thursday ? ” Miss Dollofif (Science)—“You here this morning, Thompson?” Campanello (Eng. 2a)—“They gave him a fitting burial funeral. Ingenious . Mr. Rhuland (Chem. 4)—“Where else can we get milk from besides a cow? McGrath—“A milk bottle.” Time Out Miss Sisson (Hist. 4)— Why was the war of 1754 called the ’Seven Years’ War’ when it lasted nine years?” Church— They had two years rest.” Mr. Lane—“What did Macbeth do before he went to bed?” Connors—“Ah,— put out the lights.” Miss Callan (French III)—“Why did you leave out the past definite in your conjugation? LeClerc—“I never use it. Miss Sisson—“For instance, suppose Lan-gello took them in his machine.” Langcllo—“I haven't any.” Makowskv—“Mr. Dowd, how much money did you make on the Dempsey-Tunney fight? Mr. Dowd (Dempsey rooter)—“Oh, not so much that I could buy a Rolls Royce.” Makowskv—“Zat so! And you couldn’t buy a Ford tire!” Miss Sisson (Hist. IV)—“Does anyone know how many Indians there are in the U. S.?” McGrath (Instantly) “5288. Miss Sisson: “What’s that, your registration?” Indeed, it is! Mr. Rhuland (after disgustingly watching Seniors looking at aeroplane flying by)— “Now, isn't that strange?” Tut, Tut, John! Mr. Lane (after reading passage)—“Shakespeare’s lucky numbers were three and nine.” Rcgo (absent-mindedlv)—“Mine are 7 and 11.” Bassing (French I)—“Who are these dames?” KES Miss Callan (French III)—“Brownell, continue the translation.” Brownell—“Pas mal—not bad.er .. shall I read more?” Mr. Lane (Eng. 4)—“Whom can we compare MacBeth with?” Various pupils—“King Arthur, Lancelot, Roosevelt, etc. Gorham—“Tom Mix.” -• Coach Rhuland (Football practice)—“Fourth down: five yards to goal line. Makowskv—“Hey, Tubby, let’s punt it!” Lew (arriving in Eng. 4 five minutes late) —“T just came in.” Mr. Lane—“I know you did. Lanwllo (Verv cold morning)—“Good morning. Miss Dollofif. Miss Dollofif—“What's good about it?” How did Iverson have the patience of waiting one hour and a half for his girl to show up? Mr. Lane (Eng. 4)— Give me some original poetry.” Levy—“Eyes were met; lips were set..” Mr. Lane—“Where were you last night? Miss Shaw (Math. 4)—“Mr. Rhuland, would you call 6i seven? Mr. Rhuland—“Would you, McGrath?” McGrath—“Yes, they do it at the A. P.” Miss Sisson (Hist. IV.)—“Was King Philip killed at Mount Hope?” Levy—“No, in a swamp.” Astronomers, attention! Nappi (Ancient history, talking about Greek theatre)—“You would first notice that the sky was an open sky.” Miss Callan (Giving out French sentences)— “With whom did you go to the theatre last night. Makowsky?” Makowskv—“I did not go. Miss Callan.” Miss Callan (to LeClerc)—“Give the principal parts of satisfaire.” LeClerc (Looks blankly for a second)— “Why, Miss Callan, don't you know them!” Hmm! Very suspicious. Mr. Dowd (Soph. Latin)—“Martin, what does reverti mean? Martin— That’s just what I want to know. Mr. Dowd (Soph. Latin)—“You are all going to your home rooms at 1 :00 and send squads out to clean up the yard.” Makowsky—“Shame, shame, Mr. Dowd, you mean the campus.” n THE (iREEN AND WHITE (Geom. Closs, Miss A. Paiva lounging in her seat in Room 6.) Mr. Dowd—'Miss Paiva, sit up in your dask.” A. Paiva—“Oo-oo, I can't, it’s too small.” Comparison? Did you ever see ‘Twister’ Church riding in his car?” “That's no car, that's a Ford.” Events that lead to death “Say, Barrows, get us a cheer-leader.” (P.S.—Patient resting as comfortably as possible.) F. Brownell (U. S. Hist.) — “Washington wrote in his ‘dairy’ day by day.” H. Manley (U. S. Hist.)—“Washington was 22 in the summer time.” ? Miss Bradford (English)—“Was the man dead?” Caisse—“No, he was killed.” V. Palmer—“1 didn't say anything.” Mr. Dowd—“Well, don't say it so loud next time.” Corea—“I’m getting pretty popular, all the teachers want to se me at 1:15.” “Little ottsi tootsie” McGrath—“‘Twister’ threw a piece of chalk at me 1” Miss Dolloff—“Well, Pm not your nurse.” Mullemaggi (Classical student)—“The worst subject in school is Latin.” Mr. Dowd— How do you know; you never took it?” Ashton—“What is the matter with Vorro’s wrist; it's painted with iodine.” Mak.—“He sprained his ankle.” Mr. Rhuland (Chem. 4)—“Suppose this room were full of H2 and match was scratched, what would happen?” Corea—“It would rain.” I. West (French)—‘They went walking on horseback.’ Miss Sisson— Is it a disgrace to be a Democrat ?” McGrath—“No, but the Republicans think so.” Miss Sisson— How can you account for AI. Smith's popularity, McGrath?” McGrath—“He was very popular. , M iss. Dolloff—“Finish those examples or you will have to do some until 1 o’clock.” LeClerc—“Oh, Miss Dolloff, I only do piece work.” Cruel! Cruel! Heard in Room 6: Corea—“Don’t you think I have a profile like John Barrymore’s?” LeClerc—“It looks more like Lon Chaney’s to me!” Ashton—“I just bumped my head. Is there a lump?” Makowsky—“Yes, you’re getting a swelled head.” Heard in Chem.—“Name another substance besides gelatine used in cooking to ‘set’ puddings.” LeClerc—“Soap.” Mr. Rhuland (Chem.) — When is water hard?” Corea—“When it rains.” Mr. Rhuland— How’s that?” Corea—“Because it rains hard !” THE GREEN AND WHITE 23 ALUMNI NOTES The Alumni Editor would greatly appreciate items of interest among the Alumni, as well as additional information or correction of any errors. Address Alumni Editor, care of the Green White. 1925 Robert Balfour is with the firm of Samuel Kinder Bro., florists. Bristol. Leonard Baron is taking a course at Columbia University. Rudolph Bassing is proprietor of the General Woodwork Co., Bristol. Gladys Beavis is a teacher in the Walley School, Bristol, R. I. Norman Benard is with the firm of A. L. Johnston. Bristol. James Bernard is at the National India Rubber Co., Bristol. James Bertrand is with the Outlet Company, Providence. Sheldon Burt is with the National India Rubber Co., Bristol. Arthur Brown is with the Herreshoff Mfg. Co.. Bristol. Helen Campagna is teaching in the Reynolds School. Bristol. Evelyn Clerico is a medical student at Middlesex College. Frederic Cornell is a clerk with the Collins-Aikman Corporation at Bristol. Fabio De Cristofaro is with the firm of D. DeCristofaro, Real Estate, Bristol. Catherine Fay is studying at the Comptometer School in Providence. Robert Garvin is at Taylor’s Shoe Store, Bristol. Gertrude Grice is living in Boston. William C. Hobbs, Jr., is at the General Electric School, Lynn, Mass. Hazel B. Hoyle is in the office of the Col-lins-Aikman Corporation, Bristol. Clifford Keating is at the American School of Osteopathy and Surgery, Kirksville, Mo. Madeline Koch is teaching in the Walley School, Bristol. Vincent Leahy is a student at the R. I. School of Design, Providence. Lena Levitin is with the firm of B. Levitin, Bristol. Morris Levy is with the Collins-Aikman Corporation, Bristol. George MacDonald is a Junior at the R. I. State College at Kingstown. George Marz is with the Callan Construc- tion Co., Bristol. James Maher is a student at Providence College. Joseph McGrath is with the firm of T. E. McGrath Son, Electrical Contractors. Thomas McGrath is a student at the R. I. School of Design. Cornelius McHugh has recently graduated from the General Electric Co., at Lynn, Mass., and has accepted a position there. Edward Menard is at the Collins-Aikman Corp., Bristol. Leo Nussenfeld has completed a course at Bryant Stratton Commercial College. Albert Pierce is with the firm of A. A. Edmunds, Insurance Co., Bristol. Louis Rinaldi is with the National India Rubber Co., Bristol. Ethel Robinson is a student at Columbia University. New York. Jerry Romano is a student at Providence College. Mary Ruggiero (Mrs. Anthony Conticri) is living in Watertown, Mass. Clifford Warner recently graduated from the General Electric School at Lynn and has accepted a position there. Dilys Wall is a student at the R. I. School of Design. 1926 John Andrade is at the National India Rubber Co., Bristol. Edward Blackman is a Junior accountant in Providence. John Burns is a medical student at the University of Pittsburgh. Esther Carey was on the 1928 Honor Roll at the R. I. State College where she is a Sophomore. Mary Charton is living in Providence. Walter Christensen is with the firm of William H. Bell, Inc., of Bristol. Frank De Felice is completing a course at Brvant Stratton Commercial College. Chester Dunbar is in the office of the National India Rubber Co., Bristol. Lester Eisenstadt is a student at Boston University. Julia Ferreira is a student at the Bryant Stratton Commercial College. Frederick Goff is at the National India Rubber Co., Bristol. Dorothy Holt is a student at the R. I. School of Design. Iola Janson is living in Providence. Marguerite Kennedy is a student at R. I. College of Education. Mary Kelley is completing a teacher's course at Bryant Stratton’s. Betty Kinder is in the office of the Title Guarantee Co., Providence. Eloise McGrath is a student at the R. I. College of Flducation. Helen Riang is a student at the R. I. College of Education. Leonard Sanford is in the Paymaster s Office, N. I. R. Co. Russell Southwick is a student at the R. I. School of Design. Louis Stabila is at the National India Rubber Co. Marguerite Tobin is a Sophomore at the Women’s College in Brown University. Mary Tobin is a novice in the Order of Sisters of Mercy in Providence. 1927 Francis Bowler is employed at the R. I. Soldiers’ Home, Bristol. Francisco T. Canario is a Freshman at Provi- 24 THE GREEN AND WHITE dence College, and has taken part in several debates with eastern colleges. Joseph Campancllo is a Freshman at R. I. State College. Josephine Coggeshall is a student at the Bryant Stratton Business College. Guido De Cristofaro is with the firm of D. DeCristofaro, Real Estate, Bristol. Edna Demers is secretary to Mr. B. W. Wall, Secretary of the School Committee of Bristol, R. I. Ida Dunbar is in the office of the National India Rubber Co., Bristol. Elizabeth Dwyer is a student at the R. I. College of Education. Rose Fasano is a student at the R. I. College of Education. Alexandrina Fernandes is studying at the Bryant Stratton Commercial College. Helena Gilroy has entered the R. I. College of Education. Oscar Herzig is a student at Brown University. Margaret Johnson is at the National India Rubber Co., Bristol. Oswald LeClair is at home. Virginia LeClair is a student at the Normal School, Gorham, Me. Dora Levitin is with the firm of B. Levitin, Bristol, R. I. John Matheson is with the Herreshoff Mfg. Co., Bristol. John Morris is with the firm of J. Xavier, Wood street, Bristol. Joseph Murgo was on the 1928 Honor Roll at R. I. State College, where he is a member of the Freshman class. Catherine Morris is a student at the Katherine Gibbs School, Providence. Mary Newbold has entered the Katherine Gibbs School in Providence. Emily Osterberg is a student at the Katherine Gibbs School in Providence. Manuel Perry is a student at the Bryant Stratton Commercial College. Edward Peterson is with the Herreshoff Mfg. Co., Bristol. Anthony Ponte is a student at the Bryant Stratton Commercial College. Joseph Riccio is a Freshman at the R. I. State College. Esther Ryone is bookkeeper at the High St. Garage, Bristol. Frank Remieres is in the office of the Collins-Aikman Corp., Bristol. Michael Ruggerio is in the office of the National India Rubber Co. Charlotte Suzman is a student at the R. I. College of Education. Mary St. Angelo is a student at the Nurses’ Training School of the Florner Hospital in New York. Marjorie Southwick is living in Providence. Lawrence Thompson is a student at the Suffield School, Suffield, Conn. Dominic Troiano is a student at the Bryant Stratton Commercial School. John Victoria is a student at the Bryant Stratton Commercial School. Julio Xavier is a Freshman at the R. I. State College. He is a member of the Glee Club. THE (iREEN AND WHITE 20 My Name is MARY FRANCIS. “Marie.” “And I did laugh, some intermission!” Mary’s always finding humor in something even if it's only an Algebra assignment! She has the faculty of laughing out loud an hour after a joke is told and then for the rest of the day. She always loses her pocket book, it’s almost worn out! Mary’s always on time and should be an example to others for she and Martha live way up on the Neck. She is always ready to help at any time. Mary is planning to go to Normal School and be a teacher. We only hope she doesn’t die laughing at some of the pupils! Mary’s pet phrase is “Gotcha Algebra done?” She wants to be a prize hiker. Her parking place is: At home. Hear her sing: “Thanks for the buggy ride.” Her pastime is: Breaking-in horses. My Name is MINNIE GOGLIA , “Music hath charms.” This is one of whom we hear little about. She’s shy, but mercy! such a beautiful voice. She has often helped us out in the musical comedy choruses. Minnie always has her lessons done, and though rather reluctant to recite, she does it well, he and Angy are often together. Minnie’s steadfastness will prove to be of help in her future work. She wants to further her education in music and some day we’ll hear of Mile. Minnie Goglia—Prima-donna! Minnie’s pet phrase is: “Yeah!” She wants to he: An opera singer. Her parking place is: At home. Hear her sing: “I don’t care what you used to be.” Her pastime is: Men! My Name is A. RICHMOND GORHAM. “Tubby.” “Lo, the conquering hero comes!” The all-round athlete! At the basket ball games wild cheers are heard for Tubby and Twister—his inseparable. He is the pitcher on our base ball team and can sure toss a mean ball! He’s a member of the Executive Board and always has plenty to say, tho’ he seems so sleepy. Tub’s a frightful tease and the girls are all afraid of him. Yes, he has made an art of tardiness—coming in just an instant late. His preference is a brunette even tho’ he is a gentleman, and is often seen with her. He expects to go to Bates. His pet phrase is: “Hold It!” He wants to be a millionaire. His parking place is: High street. Hear him sing: “Take your finger out of your mouth.” His pastime is: Women! JO THE GREEN AND WHITE My Name is MARTHA HILL “Sober, steadfast, and demure.” Martha is very quiet, except when she doesn’t agree with Mary, and then everybody knows it. She takes care of Mary’s bag. But Martha dances and is not as shy as she seems. Martha is gentle handed and will make a fine nurse which she wants so very much to be. We see her pushing the perambulator often. Martha’s pet phrase is: “The Same Thing.” She wants to be a fashionable lady. Her parking place is on the steps. Hear her sing: “Half-a-moon.” Her pastime is: Church. My Name is CHARLES LANGELLO. “Charlie.” “A blithe heart makes a blooming visage.” Here is a roly-poly, good-natured boy. He always has the most irresistible smile and spreads good humor. Every one enjoys having fun with him. He tends to his lessons too, doing so well in typewriting that he gets pins for his good work. He’s on the Science Club Executive Board and takes an appreciative interest in school affairs. He expects to go to Kingston next year. His pet phrase is: “How ja get that way?” He wants to be a woman hater. His parking place is: Y. M. C. A. Hear him sing: “Clap hands, here comes Charlie.” His pastime is studying. My Name is EDWARD LeCLERC. “Eddie.” “An all-round fellow.’ This is Eddie, tra-la-la, A base ball player, our acting star, A basket ball player, a well known Shiek, Seen in public, by no means meek, He steps out much and breaks girls’ hearts! Used up most of Cupid’s darts. Yes, Eddie has a winning smile, and in our musical comedy he was a fine hero. In the last play, we shall not forget his dolefulness. He is President of the Athletic Association and is quite active in school affairs. He wants to go to Rhode Island State next year and break hearts up there. Ed’s pet phrase is: “Letnme take!” He wants to be an actor. His parking place is: Y. M. C. A. Hear him sing: “Waiting for the moon.” His pastime is: Pin-boy. THE (iRKEN AND WHITE 31 My Name is DAVID LEVITAN. “Barney.” “A penny saved is a penny earned.” Sheers and shouts and Barney! Yes, this earnest-looking boy is he who won the game for Colt! lie has won fame on the basket ball team. Barney’s the kind you like to know better. He’s so impetuous and he does get mixed up! But Barney knows what he means just the same and he does his lessons faithfully. He steps out too—is one of the “Select Tongue Waggers,” and wants to be a painful dentist—and you know how these dentists are with the fairer sex! Tufts will find him there next year. Best of luck, Barney! His pet phrase is: “But I mean—” He wants to be: A distinguished dentist. His parking place is: Some place. Hear him sing: “So 1 took the $50,000.” His pastime is: Economizing. My Name is EDWARD LEVY. “Eddie” “Ask me no questions, and I’ll tell you no lies.” Ambition personified! Always looking ahead, always looking for more, always ready to help!—Eddie Levy. He goes along at a break-neck speed leaving behind all trifling cares such as: studying, books, or recitations. Nevertheless, Eddie certainly does know his lessons. Have you ever seen Eddie shake ’em up? Well you ought to. He certainly does know how to make perfect sodas down in “his” drug store. Eddie expects to go to a school of pharmacy in the fall. Eddie’s pet phrase is: “I’m not certain.” He wants to be: A big man. His parking place is: Hope Drug Co. Hear him sing: “That’s a good girl.” His pastime is: Keeping fit. My Name is HATTIE MANLEY. “Hat” “Beauty is its own excuse for being.” Beauty is not Hattie’s only excuse for being, notwithstanding the popular belief that beauty and brains do not go together. Hattie has brains—she is actually an honor student. And she is an accomplished actress with four plays to her credit. She is Secretary of the Class, Student Council, Science, French and Debating Clubs. Not content with these gifts, the gods have bestowed upon her the art of dancing gracefully. Ah! we almost forgot, she crinkles up her nose in the cutest fashion when she is kissed! And since Hattie expects to go to Brown next year you may expect to find us taking at least one course there. Her pet phrase is: “Hello, funny bunch!” She wants to be: A school marm. Her parking place is: Room 1. Hear her sing: “I have a little Donkey.” Her pastime is: Attending the movies with Henry. 32 THE GREEN AND WHITE My Name is JAMES McGRATH. “Jimmy” “This all-important creature.” Jimmy, the most important person around this unappreciative school—in his opinion! This little fellow is almost lost in his Nash—one can hardly see him ! But he makes plenty of noise when he rushes around taking care of his base ball team, of which he is the most efficient manager. Jimmy likes to make a hit with the girls and have everyone believe he is the most sophisticated being there is, the way he steps out. He is the standby of the A. P. Stores and sooner or later we expect to find that the new owner of the concern is Jimmy! His pet phrase is : “Oh ! sit down !” He wants to be: A vertical grower. His parking place is in the car. Hear him sing: “It won’t be long now.” His pastime is coming to school. My Name is ROBERTA MONROE. “Bertie” “Sober, steadfast, and demure.” Introducing Roberta—the fastest girl in school—in typewriting. Roberta certainly has made the typewriter companies sit up and take notice. In other words her efficiency in typewirting has won her many pins. Bertie recently won the highest award the school has ever offered. She and Mary are the school’s “stenogs” and a very good choice indeed! She really is so very shy—but how she makes her fingers fly! Bertie always does her bit—and we wish we had more like her. Some day she'll be the world’s champion. Just you wait! Bertie’s pet phrase is: “Oh, dear!” She want to be: a secretary. Her parking place is: Typewriting room. Hear her sing: “Take Away My Shyness.” Her pastime is: Sighing. My Name is GEORGE MOREN. “Yonk” “The world can say that he played the game.” Behold our Humorist! Yonk is the one who writes such enjoyable themes for English. He always seems to know the latest about bootleggers—we wonder how! He is also our Vice President and his voice is certainly persistent in class meetings. He always has a vehement opinion to state. When he is on the stage the audience always has an enjoyable time. He is going to own the N. I. R. and not even look at us then! His pet phrase is: “Bah!” He wants to be: a foot ball coach. Hear him sing: ‘She was only a bootlegger’s daughter.” His parking place is: Bradford street corner. His pastime is: Between times. THE (iREEN AND WHITE 35 My Name is JOHN REGO. “Johnny” “Steadfastness itself.” Our farmer is the one on whom we all can depend. He’s the Rock of Gibralter—so steadfast. We enjoy hearing him recite for he learns things so perfectly. Johnny is fully in favor of the Farm Relief Bill and will try to get in Congress to pass it if necessary. He runs around a good deal in his chung-chung and always has some one in it. Johnny dances well, and he likes to talk in his deep, gruffy voice! But when he smiles—oh my cow! He’s going to own a huge farm and is going to Rhode Island State to learn how to run it. His pet phrase is: “Oh my cow!” He wants to be a farmer. His parking place is the Back Road. Hear him sing: “My Baby Beef.” His pastime is: Milking the cows. My Name is HELEN ROMANO. “Honey” “A sweet flower amidst little wilful thorns.” Isn’t she cute? And such a darling! Helen has the softest voice and we all heard it in our class play. But she really won’t have such hard luck as in that role. We all know her dear ways and she makes a lovely friend as many have discovered. Helen is an honor member of the “Select Tongue Waggers” in spite of her quiet appearance. She dances very well—ask her near neighbor! And she’s on the honor roll, too. Such a combination of talents! Helen is going to Normal School and then teach. Bet she has “tea her’s pets.” Her pet pharse is: “Wait a minute.” 5-he wants to be a school teacher. Her parking place is with Muriel. Hear her sing: “Now you see me, now you don’t. Her pastime is: Combing her hair. My Name is MAGDALEN L. SHAW. “Maggie” But Oh, she dances such a way! A dancer, an actress, and a charming young lady, introducing you to now. Her acting abilities were clearly shown in last vear’s musical comedy, and this year’s, too. Maggie’s our Algebra shark! How does she do it ? Everyone has seen her dancing. And charming? Well. “Such popularity must be deserved.” She has danced herself into someone’s heart—our athletic champ. Maggie’s pet phrase is: “I feel so unnecessary.” She wants to be: A millionaire’s wife. Her parking place is: At home. Hear her sing: “Don’t wake me up, let me dream.” Her pastime is: Keeping her dates straight. 36 THE OREEN AND WHITE My Name is STELLA STEEN. “Stell” “Short and sweet.” Behold our shortest girl! We proudly introduce her to you. But we wonder how she keeps so much wisdom and ability closed up in her small person. She, too, does well in typing, making her small fingers fly! She will go right into business and be a stenographer. Marjorie and she are the best of pals and a fine pair. Good luck, little girl! She has been the Class Treasurer for two years. Her pet phrase is: “I’ll say!” She wants to be a young man’s private secretary. Her parking place is Burton street. Hear her sing: “Never-mind.” Her pastime is: Keeping someone company. My Name is ALICE VERMETTE. “Allie” “Then she will talk! Ye gods! How she will talk!” This beaming countenance belongs to Alice whose goodwill has been and will be of use to her. Last year she was on the Executive Committee and has kept up her policy of helping everyone since. She and Ketchie are always around when help is needed. Their giggles are contagious. Allie’s laugh is always enjoyed—the trills, etc. And how she loves to talk! Allie wants to be a hair dresser. We expect to hear of men’s latest marcels and permanents at “Alice’s Beauty Shoppe.” Her pet phrase is: “I dunno.” She wants to be a hair dresser. Her parking place is Room 9. Hear her sing: “Then I’ll Be Happy.” Her pastime is all the time. My Name is ALICE WALSH. “Al.” “Even tho’ thou stand alone, stand! Here is the girl with a viewpoint who expresses and stands by it. History is the subject she likes—plenty of discussion. Alice is a most helpful soul, especially in the lunch room—she gets all our hot dogs and ice cream for us. She is another of our conscientious students. That, coupled with her willingness to help will carry her a long way to success, which we all wish her. Her aim is Normal School and teaching. Her pet phrase is: “Do ya know what I know?” She wants to be more happy. Her parking place is ? ? ? Hear her sing: “What does it matter?” Her pastime is: Telling us all. THE (i R E E N AND WHITE 37 My Name is MARJORIE WEAVER. “Marj” “Officious, innocent, sincere.” Now we come to this sweet little Miss who reminds us of a shy dove. She has the sweetest voice, trilly and gentle. Marjory took the part of a sweet young daughter in our musical comedy. Marj’s best friend is Stella and shares the distinction of being one of the shortest girls in the class. She’s going right in business. Marjorie’s pet phrase: “Oh, dear!” She wants to be: An ideal wife. Her parking place is: Pastime Theatre. Hear her sing: “I Can’t Get Along Without Jimmy.” Her pastime is: Keeping tabs on Jimmy. My Name is EDITH WINWARD. “Winny” “Cool and comfortable.” This summery-looking girl is the one you can hear having fun down the hall. She likes to talk very well as we all know and when there’s excitement, there’s Winny! We don’t see much of her but like some others, she is rather shy. She is often seen rushing to classes and is always in a hurry. Winny seems the kind that we’d like to know better but she regards with doubt all new comrades until she knows them well and then she is very companionable. She’ll go in business and be a secretary for someone next year—and that’s their luck! 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