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

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EDITORIAL STAFF Standing, left to right—Russell Akin, Miss Annie D. Sisson, Margaret Cicereh a, Raymond Makowsky and Beatrice Dubuc. Seated, left to right—Miss Sadie C. Cal an. Faculty Adviser; Henry S. Mason. Hattie C. Manley, Hester Eisenstadt, Elvira W. Oberg, Herbert B. Burnham, Jr., Helen Byrnes.

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THE “GREEN AND WHITE” VOL. 1. JUNE, 1928 No. 1 ISSUED I5Y THE STUDENTS OF THE COLT MEMORIAL HUiH SCHOOL, BRISTOL, R. I. Editor-iii-Chief— LESTER EISENSTADT. Junior Reporter HELEN BYRNES Associate Editor-in-Chief RUSSEL AKIN Business Manager HERBERT B. BURNHAM, JR. Assistant Business Manager HENRY S. MASON Circulation Manager HATTIE C. MANLEY Assistant Circulation Manager BEATRICE DUBUC Senior and Exchange Editor ELVIRA OBERG Sophomore and Joke Editor RAYMOND MAKOWSKY Freshman Editor MARGARET CICHF.RCHIA Faculty Adviser Miss SADIE CALLAN Alumni Editor MISS ANNIE D. SISSON Editorial I am glad to present the “Green White” to its readers this year. The staff has attempted to do its level best to satisfy. 1 also extend my appreciation to the contributors, advertisers, and to all others who have in any way assisted. Graduates, this is your book, cherish it and preserve it. There is throughout Nature something mocking that leads us on and on, but arrives nowhere, keeps no faith with us. All promises outrun the performance. We live in a system of approximations. Man imprisoned, man crystallized, man vegetative, speaks to man impersonated. “Tout genie a deux faces; l’une tournee vers le temps, 1’autre vers 1’eternite.” EDITOR. BANKING 1927-1928 Banking has been an extremely important and successful activity at Colt Memorial. We have ranked, with two other schools in the Yankee Division, which includes high schools in the New England states, at the top of the list, having maintained a 100% record throughout this school year with the exception of three weeks when our record fell to 98%. From September. 1927 to April, 1928, Colt students have deposited $4046.51, the average monthly deposit being $455.89. Withdrawals have been decreased greatly, the students gradually realizing the advantages of long time deposits. Many have started accounts for others in their family. Such accounts are not considered in obtaining the school average, however. so that a 100% Banking Day” means that every student present has made a deposit that day. Colt Memorial is proud of its record in banking. Miss Annie D. Sisson of the faculty is school thrift adviser.

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THE (] R E E N AND WHITE 5 LITERARY “REFLECTIONS” It’s ended now. Queer how things have a habit of ending. Yet when I first started my high school education I thought it would never end. How many afternoons I have sat at the window studying just wishing that I could leave my hooks and go out for a stroll. But no. I would have to sit there and study and it was then that I hated school the most. And how I would hail the summer vacation! Such a feeling—no school for two months! But those two months went all too fast. But that—that was long ago. I’m older now and 1 look back at the years 1 spent in high school and wish I could live them over again. Especially, the last two years for it was then that I first began to really appreciate how happy I was in high school. It was then that I first lost my shyness of my classmates and began to realize that they were all humans like myself and wanted to be friends. It was then that I first took pride in the different games the school played, baseball, football, basketball, and track. What a feeling to know that just by a few cheering words you helped your school to win. And what pride you felt when they did win ! You were part of that school and you helped them to win. And then the different school functions. What fun planning for them and attending them and knowing that you were really part of them. But—it’s over now. never again will I have that feeling of belonging. I can go to the school games and functions—ves—but somehow I know I will have that feeling of not being right in the heart of things. It is a situation that we all must face sooner or later and make the best of. and then we will realize that time brings happiness and sweet memories when all else has gone. AGNES FAY. ’28. THE WHY OF IT Many people wondered why I broke off with my fiancee. I suppose it will leak out sometime, so—why not now? A month ago 1 went to see my Cecilia. I rang the bell and walked in. There on the couch waiting for me was my pet. When I sat down she walked over and sat on my lap. She looked into my eyes and I looked into her’s, then she snuggled closer. 1 lifted her up and blew gentle into her eyes—she merely winked. Then I petted her—she seemed to like it. Suddenly, without warning, she leaped at me, tore my clothes, spat at me. She leaped again but missed and fell with a thud to the floor. I threw the Circle of Knowledge at her; I threw the dictionary, the “Encyclopedia Britannica” at her—but with no avail. 1 begged for mercy. called her name, ran about the room looking for something to park my size 84 shoes on. I saw a place of safety, i leaped for the table—crash! I only broke the lamp and the vase. I jumped at the chandelier but missed. My excitement had somewhat cooled off and I p. ked up a log from the fireplace and used Cecilia's great grandmother's picture as a shield. I watched her as she sat on the floor. Great was my amazement when I saw in the door—no, it wasn't Santa Claus or Rip Van Winkle. I'll give you three guesses—it was my spouse-to-be—Cecilia. What do you think this is—a gymnasium? she asked in a harsh voice which sounded like the screeching of chalk on a blackboard. Then I told her how I stroked Topsie, Cecilia’s pet cat. and how she leaped at poor little me. Thereupon she said in a voice which sounded like two files being rubbed together : Reginald, I am ashamed of you. I do not wish you to return until Ivory soap sinks.” With a bowed head and pale face I took my leave. The next night I trapped Topsie into a bag and took her to Silver Creek. Before I rowed out into the bounding bav. I said to Topsie in a voice like the Silver Masked Tenor, “Fear not Topsie, it is I, Reggie.” I rowed to a spot where the water was the deepest and while singing “Oh, How Can I Leave Thee, I threw Topsie into the briny deep. The next feature on our program will be the Ingersoll Incorrect Time. When the gong strikes it will be 8:30 P. M. Standard Time, and 8:10 P. M. Easter Standard Time which is one hour later than Standard Time. C-O-L-T. RAYMOND MAKOWSKY. '30 AN APPRECIATION Miss Callan has a beaming smile. She isn’t very tall; She hasn't grown for quite a while, In fact she is rather small. She has hazel eyes and auburn hair. But what one notices most Is how for her the pupils care. To be her friend is each one's boast. She is nicest to those who are behind In French or anything else. And if you go to her you'll find Help you get nowhere else. She treats her pupils fair and square, Her room is open wide—do call. For she never, never seems to care How great the demands that are made by all. I hope some day you will meet her, Perhaps you already have; Surely you will like her better, One of the best we have. She is a symbol of the spirit In the Colt Memorial High, And always will be remembered By her pupils as the years roll by. CHARLES PENDLETON. '30.