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

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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.

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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.

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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.