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

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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

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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

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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.”