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

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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.”

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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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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-