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

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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.

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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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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.