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

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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-

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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-

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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.