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

Text from Pages 1 - 56 of the 1929 volume:

TO OUR ENGINEER 1T(ui mas IN GRATEFUL APPRECIATION OF MANY YEARS OF KINDLINESS AND FRIENDLINESS THIS NUMBER OF THE “GREEN AND WHITE IS DEDICATED. THE GREEN AND WHITE VOL. 1. JUNE, 1929 No. 1 ISSUED RY THE STUDENTS OF THE COLT MEMORIAL HIGH SCHOOL, BRISTOL, R. I. Editor-in-Chief—RUSSELL R. AKIN. Associate Editor-in-Chief RAYMOND M AKOWSKY Business Manager HENRY S. MASON Assistant Business Manager MICHAELSECURO Circulation Manager JENNIE GILROY Assistant Circulation Manager MILTON BASSING Senior Editors HELEN BYRNES HAROLD DeWOLF ESTHER CLARK Junior Editors STANLEY BENNETT CAMILLA CASTRIOTTA Sophomore Editors WILLIAM WEST GENEVIEVE PAGNANO LITERARY SHIPWRECK The cavernous heavens were rent by vivid bursts of lightning. which revealed great waves battering lofty cliffs in the back- ground. There were reverberating crashes of thunder, the angry beat of an angered ocean upon immovable rocks. Then we saw .rolling violently before the infuriated typhoon, a small barkantine, such as is used by pearl traders of the atolls. Her forecastle was covered by the jib and broken foremast. The mainmast was stripped of its shrouds. Aft, clinging to the powerless wheel, was a white bit of something or other. As the wave-washed vessel approached, the white rag became a piece of senseless humanity, the last being on this ship fated to be pounded by the heartless storm gods on those hardened cliffs. The stem of the craft plowed onto a submerged rock; there was a sickening crash; the winds howled their delight. Then the God of All rose, lifted his hand, called on the producers of the lightning, the thunder, the waves to stop. They stopped. You have guessed it—this Neptune was none other than Director Dinks of the Thistle Thriller Motion Picture Corporation. R. AKIN, ’29. MR. BRIGHTMAN’S DAY “Hello. Mr. Brightman, how arc you this morning? Say, do you mind if I park this package in here ’till after school?” “All right, right in this corner, I'll get it at one-fifteen. Thanks, a lot.” “O, Mr. Brightman.. do you know where I can find Mr. Cornell? Miss Bradford wants some clips.” “Oh. Mr. Brightman, come up to Room 2 right away. There’s an awful odor there. It’s nearly driving Miss Sisson out. They’ve got it in Room 1 too. Say Mr. Brightman, Henry Mason’s painting some benches. Think that’s it? “Oh, Mr. Brightman, Room 5 is too cold; it won't warm up at all.” Mr. Brightman, may I have the key to the office? I want to use the phone. Yes, it’s an in-town call.” “Mr. Brightman, where can I get some gray cloth, two benches, some new plugs, an extension cord, or almost anything else?” 'Here they are. I’ll get you some. I’ll be right up.” Ts it any wonder that we all love Mr. Brightman ? H. MASON, ’29. BOARD OF EDITORS Deft to right, satnding: W. West, M. Securo, H. Mason. R. Makowsky, S. Bennett, H. DeWolf. M. Passing. Sitting: Miss Callan, adviser: J. Pagnano, E. Clarke, R, Akin, H. Byrnes, J. Gilroy, Miss Sisson, alumni editor. THE GREEN AND WHITE 5 SCHOOL SPIRIT As I write this theme, Memorial Day looms up in my mind. We are going to observe it and drudge around in the graveyard a bit. We have a purpose in it, for laid away there in a hole which was hurriedly dug, is one who formerly paced the halls of this school. It is many years since he died, poor fellow, and the spot where he lies is thick-grown with grass and weeds. Bushes grow and flourish at the foot of his grave and near his head is an old stone slab, placed there, no doubt, as a weight to prevent his reappearance. On the headstone there is an inscription which we always like to read, for it gives us a chance to ponder. It says : “Here lies the body of Colt Memorial High School Spirit; He passed away from lack of nourishment, A good man—Too bad he died.” “He passed away from lack of nourishment.” We cannot understand why such an inscription should be engraved there. Surely it couldn’t have been intentional. Almost every school has one of his kin and its graduates look back and cherish his memory. It is his tribe that has taken the drabness from the daily grind at school, and has fostered fellowship among students. It is the memory of some one of the School-Spirit family that makes the eyes of old graduates light up when their school is mentioned—makes them remember; not the looks of the building and the rooms, but the friendships and common purposes that make the school feel like home. As we stand there in the graveyard the thought comes that this spirit beneath our feet could have been no exception, no disgrace to his family. We have talked to more than one graduate of Colt High School and the deceased seems to linger and have a tender spot in the heart of each. Yes, he was a good man— too bad he died. His clan is numerous. If we but desire it, another Spirit may pace the halls. It means a little more effort on our part, a little more interest in school affairs. It also means enjov-meant in our work and a real school life to look back upon in future days. Let us procure a new School-Spirit, moving around through our school. He’ll be a somewhat fussy old chap; we’ll have to cater to him a little, and we’ll have to feed him well. But he will put much more pep and a new zest into the atmosphere. ESTHER CLARKE, ’29. HIS NIBS Hold to the man with Pilgrim’s feet. Even at the river’s brink; from Near and far we hear his voice Resounding through the ether moist, Youthful arrogance in his tone, even when he walks alone. Making the most of his teacher’s patience, Awing all with quick emotions, Solving problems with conscience bad Owing all to his gift of gab, Needless to say that when he ceases talk, We all feel in need of a good lengthy walk. HAROLD DeWOLF, ’29. A MISTAKE IN PUNCTUATION Under an old elm tree were seated two business men. Mr. Loyd was trying to induce Mr. Jones to buy some stock. Mr. Loyd said there was not a chance of failing. He also said a large fortune could be made if he invested one thousand dollars in the stock.. Mr. Jones, feeling quite undecided, asked Mr. Loyd if he would give him a week to think it over. To his satisfaction, Mr. Loyd agreed. The next morning Mr. Jones wrote a letter to his best friend asking his advice about the matter. He told in the letter all about the stock, the price, etc. He also asked if the price was too high. Mr. Jones, when involved in a problem that was hard for him to decide, always wrote to this friend and asked his advice. Two days later, he received the answer. It was very brief, but that did not matter because Mr. Jones knew that his friend was a great business man, and did not have time to write long letters. However, the answer he gave was enough to satisfy Mr. Jones. The brief answer was: “No price too high.” Mr. Jones, thinking this the best advice, invested the thousand dollars. About three months later he found out the stock had failed. Mr. Jones did not know what to do so he decided to consult his friend again. Instead of sending a letter, he went personally. He told his friend the stock had failed. His friend then said, “I told you not to invest the money, and why didn’t you listen to me.” Then a quarrel began. Mr. Jones told his friend he had told ihm to invest the money. The outcome was that his friend wanted to see the letter he had written. Fortunately, he had kept the letter and he had it with him. He took it out of his pocket and gave it to his friend. After the friend had read it over once, he instantly realized what he had done. He had neglected to put a comma after the word “No,” this making the sentence have a different meaning. The sentence should have read “No, price too high.” “And to think,” said Mr. Jones, “that just for a little comma. I have lost one thousand dollars.” You may be sure, that even though the friend was a great business man, he always, after that awful mistake, read his letters twice before having them mailed, so as to make sure no marks of punctuation were forgotten. ANTONETTA POLI, ’31. COMPLIMENTS OF HOPE DRUG CO. “THE REXALL STORE” W. V. Barnes, Prop. 420 Hope Street Bristol, R. I. 6 THE GREEN AND WHITE ROSITA As Rosita was walking home from work one noon, her thoughts were very dark. She was the oldest of twelve children, and the black sheep of the family. Rosita worked in the basement of a downtown store, quite a distance from the East Side, but she walked to save carfare. Her home, a ramshackle, dirty house, was not a pleasant place tog o to at the end of a hard day. Rosita’s folks took her money, but showed no appreciation. Besides having to work all day. she had to do a large amount of housework. Good times were not for her. Rosita was planning to give it all up. She was sick and tired of it all. As she walked a beautiful limousine stopped a few feet ahead. When Rosita reached the car, some one leaned out and asked for directions. She gave the desired information and was turning to walk away when some one from the car threw a fifty-cent piece at her feet. Rosita was furious. She resented being treated as a dog, so quickly she picked up the money and flung it with all her might at the moving car window. A crash was heard, as the expensive glass broke. A man. woman and child alighted rapidly from the car and came toward h' r. The woman was ready to strike Rosita. and she in turn being a strong husky girl, was ready to strike back. There was a furious quarrel, and the man was going to get a policeman when some cries made her turn around. She saw the little girl in the road, and an auto was speeding up. Rosita ran into the road and just had time to fling the child in a safe place. She was less fortunate, and the wheels passed over her body. She was conscious for a few minutes. Rosita recognized the one who ran over her as a young man of high position, Gene Cornway. He was slightly intoxicated, hut the accident had brought him to his senses. Gene was terribly scared when a few minutes later, Rosita’s limp form was borne away in an ambulance. Rosita’s folks were furiously angrv, for there would be one pay less for a while. They visited her only once, while she was at the hospital, in fact she had no other visitors. The bills were paid by Mr. Corn way’s lawyers. He however, was enjoying himself down south. He didn’t think much about worrying over a poor Italian girl. She’d be all right soon, and lucky to have her bills paid. The child’s parents, the child whose life Rosita had saved, sent dainties for a while, then they too forgot all about her. Weeks later, Rosita left the hospital on crutches. She was thoroughly broken in mind and spirit. At home she received no encouragement. They all nagged her about saving a rich man’s kid, and a lot she got for it. Rosita prayed daily that some miracle would happen and make her well and strong once more. One day, after a visit to the church, Rosita was hobbling through the park. A man in a roadster recognized her, and was conscience-stricken. It was Gene Cornway. He ran over to her. Rosita would not listen to him at first, but when she realized that he was terriblv sorry and was suggesting a plan through which she could be recompensed for all she had gone through. He offered to take her to a good specialist and have a difficult operation performed. Two days later. Rosita was operated on. There was little hope for her life. Cornway was desperate. He realized that he was to blame for all she suffered. Money talked in getting him out of the scrape at first, but now lie too was suffering. He was constantly at her bedside. Finally Rosita took a turn for the better, and a few weeks later she left the hospital minus her crutches. Gene and Rosita came to realize that their interest in one another was more than a friendly one. When Gene asked her to marry him she refused. She knew how it would be to marry above her class. Gene thought she didn’t love him. so they broke up. The child's parents had finally taken an interest in Rosita. and had sent her out west to recuperate. By this time Rosita had broken all connection with her family who were doing pretty well without her. Rosita found ranch life wonderful. She read good books and studied a great deal. She would have made a brilliant scholar if given the opportunity. She was gaining strength rapidly and could now enjoy horseback riding. Meanwhile, back east. Cornway's firm had failed. All he had left was a ranch out west, so there he went. Rosita knew nothing about this, neither did he know that she was close by. When Rosita was riding one day, she was very much surprised on meeting Gene. When he told her what had happened to him, he was astonished to see how happy she was. When she told him the reason they agreed to try ranch life together. M. CICERCHIA, ’31. “SUMMER” Summer in all its glory Ts like a fairy story. With the flowers gav and bright. And the birds are all a-flight. The grass is green, green as can be. With insects buzzing near a tree; And the Lord displays His treasures In this array of Summer’s pleasures. ANDREW IVERSON. ’29. COMPLIMENTS OF LOUIS TORTORICE PLUMBING AND HEATING CONTRACTOR 24 State Street Bristol, R. I. Telephone 147=R. THE (iREEN AND WHITE 7 “THE HAIRY HAND” Dr. Edwards, a well known detective, was sitting at his desk when a young lady entered his office. She was a beautiful lady, with an intense look of fear in her eyes. “Dr. Edwards, I believe. I am Miss Reynolds of Lincoln Hall.” “Yes,” replied Dr. Edwards, and what may I do for you ? ” “There is something terrible which has caused me to fear for my life. I am afraid it will get me. Please help me, cried the lady. “Come, dear lady, tell me what is on your mind. Please try to be calm, and give me every detail.” “Well,” said Miss Reynolds, “for the last five days I have received notes. I do not know where these came from. It is so mysterious. The notes told me to place one thousand dollars at my window, that is, the living room window. I had done so each night. Last night I could not sleep and went downstairs for a bit to eat. As I entered the living room I saw upon the wall the shadow of a hairy hand. Then I saw the hand take the money. I screamed for help and my uncle, who is not easily awakened, came after a while, but we could find nothing. That is all and I could not stay another hour without consulting you.” “Miss Reynolds, I would like to ask a few questions. Is your uncle in perfect health?” “No, he isn't. At times I think he has really gone mad. He drinks quite a lot, and at times I really fear him.” “Good, that’s one point. Now, is there any reason why a person would want you out of the way?” “Well, yes, there might be, as I have been left an enormous sum of money.” “May I ask if you have one of the notes with you ? ” “Yes, I have, here, it is only printed.” “Ahem, a nice piece of work. This will perhaps come in handy. Are you sure you have not seen or heard anything suspicious during the day ?” . “No, well, the servants have been mumbling about their pay. In fact, uncle had an argument with one of the men servants. Antone's his name. Uncle’s anger flared up and the servant had to flee for his life. Naturally he was discharged. I wouldn’t distrust any of the others. They have been with the family for years.” “Miss Reynolds, would you mind giving me the names of the servants?” “No, indeed not. First, there is Antone, he was the table servant. Then there are two maids, Mary and Jean Alvis. These two faithful people have been with us for 15 years. Then there is the cook. Madame Petrone. She is an Italian, and I might sav is mentally unbalanced.” “Fine, I think that will be all the questions now. Is there any time I could come out to the house. That is, when no one is there?” “Certainly, fortunately Uncle is coming to town this afternoon, and the servants have the day off.” “Fine. I will be at the house at three. I just want to look over the place. You may go now, good afternoon. “Good afternoon, Dr. Edwards,” replied Miss Reynolds. “I shall be waiting for you at 3.” “Well, Bill, what do you think about it?” Bill, his assistant and an amateur detective replied : “Pretty puzzling, but I have my doubts about her uncle and that Antone.” “That’s what I say,” replied the detective, “which one, that’s the problem. I tell you it will be no easy matter. I think I will go out to Lincoln Hall and scout around a little. What do you say, want to come?” “Love too, cried Bill, “nothing would suit me better.” Dr. Edwards and Bill took a train for Lincoln. Getting off at the station. Dr. Edwards hired a taxi and they started for Lincoln Hall. On the way, Dr. Edwards questioned the driver about Mr. Reynolds. “Is he ever seen at the village?” asked the detective. “Only occasionally,” replied the driver. “What does Mr. Reynolds do?” asked the detective. “Nothing. I guess, but he has a laboratory at bis home. They say he has an ape there.” “Ah,” whispered Dr. Edwards to Bill, “now enters the hairy hand. “Does he ever take this ape out, asked the detective. “No, that is, no one has ever seen him with it. “Well, here we are, thank you for the conversation. Goodby.” “Goodby,” replied the driver. “I say, be careful of the cracked Italian. “Ah. the crazed Italian lady, say, tell me something about her.” “Well, she has been at Lincoln Hall for fifty years. She came with her husband from Italy. Her husband was taken sick and, as the village doctor was away, Mr. Reynolds tried to help him. The poor man died and during the following years his wife became mentally unbalanced. In this stage she began to accuse Mr. Reynolds of her husband’s death. They say that she is getting worse and has been grumbling about her deceased husband. Well, goodby, I must get more fares or I will be fired. The bus rumbled away down the dusty lane. “Well, what do you gather from that. Bill?” asked the detective. “Nothing much, just a plain case of a woman going off her noodle.” “Think, son, think, couldn't it have some earing on our case.” “Well, a cracked woman and a hairy hand might go together.” That’s the idea, now your using your brains. Of course, a cracked woman and a hairy hand go together. Well, that is our case, we’re working along that line from now on.” “Quite a building they have here 1” exclaimed Bill. The building was an old structure, composed of stone and mortar. The building had two b, COMPLIMENTS OF Belvedere Garage 8 THE (iREEN AND WHITE wings, one the west on which the masons were working, the other, the east, containing the bedroom. The windows were quite close to the ground, and one could easily put his hand in one. “Hello, here is Miss Reynolds,” exclaimed Dr. Edwards. “Good afternoon, Miss Reynolds, how are you?” Good afternoon, gentlemen, this is a fine afternoon, indeed.” Miss Reynolds, may we look around? We would like to see the living room and the grounds around it.” “Certainly, I will gladly show you around. As you will notice, there are masons working on the building. “Here in the west wing is the living room. “Where is Mr. Reynolds’ room? asked the detective. “This is next to mine, in the east wing. I will show you if you would want to inspect it. “Please do, that would be interesting, 1 believe,” replied Dr. Edwards. They went around to the east wing, but they stopped before a piazza. A door led onto the piazza. Dr. Edwards saw foot prints in the soft dirt. Surely they were those of a man. Yes, and they led to the west wing. The detective took note of these things. “Where, may I ask. are the servants’ quarters?” questioned Dr. Edwards. In the wing that the masons are working on, around in back. Uncle also has a laboratory in that wing. “Has your uncle any beasts there, say, caged in his laboratory?” Yes, he has an ape.” replied Miss Reynolds. Has anyone access to the laboratory excepting your uncle?” asked Dr. Edwards. Only myself, and I may go in only with him.” “Miss Reynolds, I think I will go back to the village and stay for the evening. Good afternoon. The detective and Bill walked away in the direction of the west wing. Here they came upon the masons at work. Watching the masons. Dr. Edwards nearly fell over a heap of rope, and in doing so uttered an exclamation. “Say, Bill, this gives me an idea! Did Miss Reynolds say where the door to the laboratory was? No, I thought not. I’ll ask one of the masons.” Say young fellow, do you know where Mr. Reynolds’ laboratory door is?” Yes, replied the mason, “Over on the other side next to the servant's quarters.” The two men went around the wing and came to the indicated door. The door opened into a lightly wooded section with a few trees near the house. Bill, we will come back tonight. Come on, let’s get out of here before anyone gets suspicious, exclaimed the detective. “Dr. Edwards and Bill went to town, where they hired a room at the village inn. They had dinner and later took a walk. “Say, Doctor, what are you going to do tonight ?” “Well, son, I might as well tell you now,” replied the detective, “we are going to make a trap at the laboratory gate.” “But, what do you want a trap for, Doctor?” “Never mind, boy. wait until tonight, then you will see plenty,” returned the detective. At ten o’clock that evening two men were seen creeping to the west wing of Lincoln Hall. These two men took something from the ground near the mason’s work, and went in back of the building. They were busy for at least an hour. Then they sunk into the bushes to sit and wait for something. Time passed, and nothing happened. Suddenly the village clock boomed out its twelve strokes. It was calm and quiet. The building was silhouetted in the moonlight. A sudden grunt, the door of the laboratory opened and the bulky form of an ape appeared, followed by a woman. Suddenly the ape roared and fought violently. “Bill, cover the woman, don’t let her escape,” yelled the man. An elderly man came running around the corner of the house. As he approached the scene he demanded to know the meaning of such an outrage. “Sir, why do you disturb-folks at this hour? Please explain yourself. “Nothing, nothing, replied one of the marauding men. we have just caught the cause of your niece’s worry. Ah! Miss Reynolds, see what I have for you. An ape. yes, and a lady.” “Mr. Reynolds, this woman whom you know is mentally deficient, has been obtaining sums of money from your niece. She has been forced to do this by Antone, your discharged servant. Madame Petrone, is this not so? “No, it is a filthy lie, exclaimed the crazed woman. “What was that. Bill, go see and please be careful. In a few minutes Bill returned with an unpleasant gentleman at the point of a gun. “Madame Petrone, you know this gentleman?” asked the detective. “Antone, exclaimed Mr. Reynolds, “cer-tainlv she knows him. “Oh, Oh, cried the woman, “why have I done this? He forced me to it, he is responsible. He drugged the ape so it would be harmless, and made me do it. “Look out,” cried Bill, “get away.” And as he cried the ape fought violently. He roared and threw his arms out. In doing so he caught Antone's arm. Pulling the man to him, the ape crushed out his life. Thus ended the mystery of the “hairy hand and also the life of the one who threatened others by the same instrument. A. IVERSON, ’29. DAWN Swaying tulips moist with dew. Shy white violets, purple, blue, Covr’d with dew drops, crystal clear. Nod their heads to Dawn so near. Hyacinth, crocus, blue bell bright, I ift their heads, dawn to sight; Birdlets shirping, pine trees whisp’ring, Hush of dawn sets all a-Iist’ning. KATHLEEN F. KELLEY, ’29. SENIOR LITERARY CLUB 10 THE OiREEN AND WHITE THE MONKEY’S PAW The blinds were drawn, the fire burned bright; Without .the wind howled, twas a cold, rainy night. Father and son were playing at chess, Mother sat tatting some lace to her dress. The father was inattentive, the reason was plain. For in spite of his care, he was losing the game. There came a tramping of feet, a knock on the sill, Who could it be, not a man with a bill? The guest who came in was a tall burly man. He looked none the worse for the perils he ran; Sergeant-Major Morris, he said, was his name. And not, if you ask me, without his measure of fame. At White’s invitation, he sat down to rest And he whil'd away the time with story and jest. Many the story, he told, of far away lands— Of India, especially; he gestured much with his hands. They never grew tired, but kept asking for more, He talked most about an old monkey’s paw. This paw. he said, did bring bad luck. Contaminating it as though 'twere covered with muck. Three wishes, of it’s owner, would come true. But. in his words, a sinister meaning showed through. The Sergeant was persuaded to part with his prize. Not without telling, what to them seemed but lies About previous owners all being dead And others, who’d seen it, taking to bed. He ended by saying that he’d give them a last chance Before being killed, as though by a lance. The next morning early, from the bed where he lay White wished for money his mortgage to pay. As two hundred pounds was all he did want. He thought he would be unmolested by even a haunt. He was to learn in a horrible way That one can't gain without having to pay. That very afternoon, the son was at his work. Mrs. White saw that outside a stranger did lurk. While she watched, he entered the house. In as timid a manner as would a mouse. As he whispered his message, her dishes she spilled, For that very noon her Herbert was killed. But at the next words, from his chair White bounds, For the sum that is given them is two hundred pounds. One week later, as she sat up in bed. White’s wife spoke of the thought in her head, “If the first wish came true, why not the second?” she said. We can raise our poor Herbert up from the dead. The old man rose and said, taking the paw, “I wish our son brought back once more.” He relaxed in his chair and tried to laugh some, But, deep in his heart, he hoped no answer would come. A half-hour later they were sitting up in bed. The old man, still trembling, was ceasing to dread; The mother was sitting with the hope gone from her face. Absently fingering some pieces of old lace. When suddenly there came a knock on the door, Immediately followed by a fusillade more. The old woman rushed to the head of the stairs, From her was slipping all worries and cares; She opened the door, from the cupboard a dish Fell down as her husband made his last wish. A wail of misery and grief from his wife Brought the trembling old man back to life. He ran down stairs, his word I’ll not repeat, For stretching straight before him was a still deserted street. H. DeWOLF, '29. LAUOH WITH ME! Let’s laugh 1 Ha 1 Ha 1 Life is so droll and amusing. What of it if things are forever going wrong? Laugh it off, I say! Life is a joke, let's laugh and forget. Today is here, tomorrow's not come yet. When one goes to a zoo, one feeds peanuts to the monkeys, watches their antics—and laughs. So let it be with life. All things are passing, nothing is lasting. That D I got last month in Math? What of it? Am I not now betting B- How I worried, how I fret—but it passed over, and now I'm laughing—ha! ha! “I faw down and go boom.” Yes, and I cried. It was a trifle embarrassing too. I hurt myself. My companion laughed, although she sympathized with me. She said I looked so funny! At the time I was highly indignant at that laughter. But now 1 laugh at the meaning of it. “Laugh and the world laughs with you; weep and you weep alone.” For. laughter is Nature’s greatest panacea for all our ills. KATHLEEN F. KELLY, '29. - COMPLIMENTS OF CALLAN CONSTRUCTION CO. THE SOPHOMORE LITERARY CLUB 12 THE GREEN AND WHITE LISHEN, A HEROINE Lishcn tried to look very merry as she sat on the bench in a park in Germany, with a violin under one arm, and a crutch in her hand. She had been to the master for her lesson and was resting before she continued her long walk home. As she sat there her mind was busy at work. Lishen was hoping that she might do some good deed for someone. Life was hard and dreary and Lishen was working to reach her goal. She had been reading stories about heroes and heroines. But what could a small, crippled girl of ten years do? She had always dreamed of herself as a heroine. Lishen wondered whether heroines could earn money. As she was about to leave, she happened to see a boy in the road calling for help. Lishen noticed that nobody would look at the boy and she wondered why he was not heeded. So she hobbled over and asked him what had happened. The small boy looked at her, then pushed her aside and said: You are big enough, and what can you do, a cripple? But clutching her violin tightly and feeling very sad. she happened to look up at the building near where she was standing, and she saw fire. Lishen hurried as fast as she could and found the door to the apartment. She went up the stairs and found a sick mother lying on the bed with a baby asleep in ber arms. Lishen worked fast, and aroused the mother. In her excitement, Lishen dropped her crutch down the stairs. This was a handicap because Lishen could hardly walk without the aid of her crutch. Nevertheless she hurried the mother and child from the house, and sent men to put out the fire. Through Lishen’s kindness, friends of those whom she saved became interested in her. She was sent to doctors and was cured. Lishen was a real heroine, though she did not know that through kind deeds one could become so great. SYBIL C. ANDERSON, ’31. THE FASCINATION OF WORDS What fascinating things are words! With them one may paint pictures as true and enjoyable as any product of the artist’s brush. Each word conveys a different picture. Argosies. Expeditions into the unknown. Byrd’s trip is an argosy. Lindbergh's was. Those are modern argosies. But what of the pictures called up by the word itself? White-sailed ships, moving slowly over the ocean. Loads of gold and plate; pirates! The Spanish Main. Thrills, adventure, argosies! Or the adjective sibilant. Wbat pictures that calls to mind! Mystery, darkness, rustling curtains, whispers, snakes hissing. Those things I see. Or the word thundering. A summer shower. A herd of cattle, stampeded. Guns, war, death, misery. Or the roll of drums'. Colors flying, guns firing a salute. Some great man passes by. Or the word boom. Artillery shells coming over; terror, danger. And last but not least, the popular song: “I faw down and go boom!” H. S. MASON, ’29. FLEA TIME IN FLOOD TIME The sun was setting in the west, gradually darkness was falling over the landscape before the Ark. The golden towers of Johnstown glistened in the last days of the dying sun. On the deck of the Ark. a man paced back and forth. He had no eye for the beauty of the scene before him; his whole mind seemed concentrated on his own troubles. And Noah was troubled ; he puffed angrily at his corn-cob pipe and spat frequently over the side of his vessel. He was clad in an old ulster, and on his head was a fireman’s helmet. An observant spectator would have noticed that he looked often into the sky as though in search of something, but what he saw, or rather did not see. in the calm, placid heavens above him seemed to disappoint him. for he frowned darkly and stamped heavily on the deck as though in a rage. Gradually it grew darker, but the moody figure on the deck seemed oblivious to all outside influence. From below came a discordant hum as though caused by many animals, mingled with the shrill voices of the children of Noah’s family. Suddenly the drowsv murmur was pierced by a shrill voice: “Nathan, Nathan. No answer from the solitary occupant of the deck. Abruptly a door from the cabin was opened and Mrs. Noah stepped forth. “Nathan, what’s the matter?” Noah didn’t move, a few quick puffs on his pip ' was his only answer. His wife, however, being accustomed to his moods, became silent and sat down; after having first extracted a handkerchief from her stocking, and mopped her forehead. A few minutes of silence, and then— “Its those darn fleas,' 'he said. “You know that I am supposed to bring only two of every kind of living creature, and there are millions of this type. I can't use any flea remover for fear of killing off a certain specie and the trouble is that I can’t tell the difference. 1 guess I will have to use a miscroscope.” “You forget, dear, that miscroscopes have not vet been invented,” remarked Mrs. Noah placidly, as she unstrapped her compact from about her ankle, and powdered her nose, which was a bit shiny owing to the extreme heat of the day. Noah let that pass in silence and taking a big piece of chewing gum, he chewed it thoughtfully, then, turning to his wife, he said: That's right too. Natalie, that lets us out of a lot of trouble. Since microscopes are not as yet; we can’t be expected to tell one flea from another flea. And anyway, if worst comes to worst, we can use Uncle Adam's Anchovy-Paste. That'll get rid of ’em all right. HAROLD DeWOLF, ’30. Warren Bristol Awning Shop WARREX, R. I. Awnings, Curtains, General Canvas. M. .1. Calicon. Prop. ..................................... CLASS OF 1930 14 THE GREEN AND WHITE CHOLERA !! Cholera—the dreaded disease—begins with nausea, restlessness, and chilly sensations; pain in the stomach, and in the region of the heart is often severe, and sever cramps occur in the calves and arms. The victim suffers continually from thirst. Either the victim sinks into a fatal coma or improves only to contract pneumonia. The schooner “Mary Ann” lay at quarantine. She had just completed a perilous voyage from Calcutta. There, half her crew had succumbed to the scourge of the East— Cholera! Her captain had guided the ship from this hell-hole of India with only half of her regular crew. They had all breathed a sigh of relief when on a bright spring day of April, 1896, they sailed into San Francisco harbor. There she lay at anchor, straining at the hawsers which held her to the dock. No signs of activity could be seen aboard her. The crew had been duly inspected and had left the ship. Night was rapidly coming on and was enveloping her with its mantle of gray. Slowly and with great effort crawled a huge gray rat from out of a dark open porthole. It wobbled towards the large cable which was situated near the porthole. With the agility of a circus performer it perched itself upon the cable now taunt by the outgoing tide. In its intestines and coursing through the blood of the rat were millions of deadly cholera germs. There were enough of this bacteria to infect the whole rat population of San Francisco. Once the rats of the city had become infected it would not take long for the population to become infected. Slowly the creature crept forward. Hugging the cable with its fore-feet and pushing itself with its hind feet, it slowly advanced, swinging to and fro with the motion of the rope. It was now only ten feet from the dock. Twenty thousand lives perhaps hung in the balance. Only seven feet from the dock— slowly the deadly incubator advanced. Suddenly the rat hesitated. It swung to and fro. Would the rat perform its circus feat? The ship lurched—there was a splash—San Francisco was spared a cholera epidemic. R. MAKOWSKY, ’30. THE PRICE OF MADNESS The wind was howling across the vast Antarctic wastes. A blizzard was coming up, the sun was just disappearing over the horizon. It would soon be night, a real night, lasting for six months. George Gansen stood up. He looked into the distance, as he had done for the last two days, as though in search of something, but in vain. As far as the eye could reach, stretched the desolate expanse of ice and snow, unbroken by even the slightest inequality of elevation. Two days before Mt. F.robus had sunk out of sight, and since that time Gansen had struggled blindly across the frozen plains. Already he had ventured further into the great unknown than had any other man. As far as he knew no living foot had ever trod the earth where he now stood, and yet this knowledge afforded him no elation. Even now when his food was all but gone, and his sense of direction all wrong, he had no thought for his own danger. He shuddered as he recalled his predicament and compared himself as he was to what he might have been. For George Gansen had once been in very different straits than these. His father had been one of the wealthiest men of his community. George, himself, had been given every advantage money could bring. He lias been carefully educated at the very best schools and had been enrolled in one of the most exclusive colleges in America. He was very successful there, for not only was he a fine scholar. but a remarkable all-round athlete. After his graduation he entered business with his father, and after the death of the latter he continued the business and under his able direction it expanded until it became the largest of its kind in the world. Then everything changed. In twenty-four hours lie was a hunted criminal. Conditions were absolutely reversed. Where he had been one of the most envied of men he now was the mots hated and feared. For he had committed a murder. He had killed a man in cold blood, without the slightest reason. Why had he done this? Standing there, under the pitiless grev skies of Antarctica, Gansen himself couldn’t understand what had happened to him. He had been sitting in a restaurant with a business acquaintance. They were eating a steak dinner. Gansen was carving it with a great, sharp knife. He had just served his friend when he suddenlv leaned across the table and ran his knife through the throat of the unsuspecting man. After that everything was blank. He had a confused impression of dashing off down the street, of train rides and of a tramp steamer in which he was apparently sailing. Then there was a terrible storm: the ship was wrecked. Gansen alone was left alive. When the storm had cleared, he went back aboard the disabled vessel and, taking all the food be could carry, and dressing as warmly as possible he set out along the coast. When Mt. F.robus. his sole landmark, sunk out of sight, he wandered from his course into the interior. He now stood two hundred miles from the coast ,in the midst of a trackless waste in the path of an approaching blizzard. COMPLIMENTS OF DIXON LUBRICATING SADDLE CO. THE (iREEN AND WHITE 15 His chance of survival was about one in a million. With difficulty Gansen freed himself from his moody thoughts and turned his attention to his own danger. He immediately perceived how small were his chances of survival, but realizing that it was just as dangerous where he was as anywhere else, he determined to push on. Accordingly he raised his greatly diminished pack to his back, and, lowering his head, marched unfalteringly into the midst of the approaching storm. The sun disappeared behind the horizon and it was night, utter blackness, but he still strode on. With a terrific howl, the storm hit, but failed to check his progress. Two hours later, his fur-clad figure was still pushing its way through the stygian darkness which encompassed him. The gale shrieked and howled about him, but left him unmoved. The cold was intense but he continued to walk. As a matter of fact his progress was merely mechanical, as he had long ceased giving any heed to his position. Five hours later, the blizzard had died down but Gansen still plowed on through the snow. His feet were not lifted up at each step, but dragged along just over the snow. The intense cold continued, the new fallen snow became frozen, still his fur-clad figure moved on. A fire was gleaming out of the darkness, a group of men were sitting about it, enjoying its welcome heat. They were telling stories in low monotones, stories of war, adventure, and of ghosts. The blizzard had blown itself out; stars appeared in the sky, the light reflected against the snow, forming a dim ghastly light over everything. The leader of the party got up from the circle about the fire and disappeared in the dim shadows caused by its flickering flames. A few minutes later he re-appeared, followed by a tall, thin man, whose features were hidden by his fur hood, but who was quite evidently a man of considerable importance. They joined the group about the fire. The fire burned low, there was utter silence, a dreadful silence. Suddenly the leader turned and addressed the late-comer. Tell us, doctor,” he asked, “will the body of a man continue to move after death?” The man addressed looked up in surprise. That is a curious question, what do you mean?” One of the men interrupted, saying: 1 mean that some people if they are walking, and have been walking for hours, will continue to walk even after they arc dead, until some external force causes him to stop. “Yes, that is true,” the doctor replied, “the muscles continue to work just like those of a snake do. Anything is likely to happen in this dreadful place, anyway, which has swallowed up mysterious civilizations and people by the millions. All that this frightful continent contains will probably never be known.” There was silence, each man was concerned with his own thoughts. Then from out of the darkness surrounding the fire, there emerged the figure of a man. At the very feet of the thunder-struck leader, it stumbled and fell. The doctor leaped toward it, turned the body over. “Been dead for hours,” he said. The men drew closer together and looked about with frightened eyes. Another mystery of the frozen South. HAROLD DeWOLF. HENRY’S DREAAl Come listen to me, schoolmates, I've a story to relate About a worthy Senior, On a very recent date. The “Junior Prom was held that night, The date was May the third. When Henry left this earthly sphere And tried to be a bird. He had trod the light fantastic With his schoolmates large and small, And at the “Cinderella Hour,” With regret had left the hall. The ride “to town” in his Buick Was over all too soon And his return on the new state road Would have made the State Cop swoon. But now a mist comes o’er his eyes, Morpheus knocks upon the gate, He slackens speed—he crawls, he nods, Henry cannot keep awake. He stops his car, gets out and walks, He paces to and fro. He ruhs his heavy lidded eyes, Then in—and home he goes. Again Dame Nature takes a hand. He’s off in dreams so sweet. His car is really well behaved, And turns down Market Street. Sweet visions pass thru Henry’s brain, Tall blondes, demure brunettes, A moonlight waltz—alluring eyes, A dream he won't forget. When he awoke ’twas with a crash, No car, no lights saw he, His arms were round a sturdy oak, He was talking to a tree. FREDERICKA DUNBAR, ’30. CLASS OF 1931—Room 3 THE GREEN AND WHITE 17 THE WEATHER MAN One hears so much about the weather man. He rules despotically. No one can tell him what to do or how to rule. No siree, not him! He is a giant of giants. Although he is invisible he stands undaunted. His head pretty nearly touches the sky. With a wave of his hand and a word to one of his assistants, wonders are accomplished. One day in winter he chanced to hear some children wishing it would snow. Later on ,he heard children everywhere wishing vehemently for snow. Now the weather man is not unkind, but he tries to please people. So he called the North Wind and demanded service! North Wind was told to “start things goin’ ” for a big snow storm. Pretty soon little “cloud boats” raced across the sky, tossed here and there by the wind. The bright blue sky darkened; the wind whistled and shrieked through the pine trees; bits of paper and leaves were caught up by the wind and whirled and tossed about. The weather man laughed gleefully, clapped his hands and called for more. The skv grew darker and minousdark clouds gathered. Tiny snow flakes started to fall; they whirled and danced madly and pretty soon the world seemed to be blanketed in sparkling snow. It piled higher and higher and the children had their wish filled—indubitably so. The weather man is very temperamental, like a spoiled child. In Spring he colors the sky and makes the weather pleasant. He pleases himself because if he tried to please everyone he would please no one. If I were the weather man I would make it snow all winter long, freeze the ponds for skating and have cold “snappy” weather until Spring, and not cold one day and warm the next. If older people “had their way” about the weather they would have warm weather forever, and if the weather man tried to please everyone he certainly would have a hard time. K. KELLEY. ’29. Parody of “The Tiger,” by William Blake. THE FLAPPER Flapper! Flapper! painted bright, Each minute of day and night! What truly moral winking eye Could be so teasinglv sly? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire or thine eyes? Whence came their flashing attire? What the store that sold their fire? On what shoulder, by whose art. Would twist the sinews of thy heart? And when at bridge you start to cheat. How complete is your deceit! When the sheiks all tip their hats. Straighten voluminous loud cravats. Do you smile their zeal to see? Do you laugh with devilish glee? Flapper! Flapper! painted bright, Each minute of day and night! What truly moral winking eye Wants to be so gol-darned sly? RUSSELL AKIN, ’29. THE ADVENT OF “FLU” One disagreeable afternoon in January, Mr. A. Germ, very well known about town, entered the Olympia Theatre to enjoy himself and keep warm. Now it was a feature picture day and the hall was filled. Smiling young men with bright eyes and curly hair, and charming girls with rosy cheeks and straight hair (worse luck) and kiddies galore were there. Now A. Germ was a man of parts and interested himself, before the show began by studying the audience, looking for friends. Suddenly he saw Miss I. C. Dirt engaged in pleasant conversation with his rival, O. U. Bug, and decided to join them as he liked companionship. especially that of Miss I. C. Dirt. O. U. Bug was a sort of relation of A. Germ’s and they traveled together quite a little, but “two is company, etc,” and after a friendly greeting from them, A. Germ decided to change his scat. It was quite warm and he always felt quite active when it was warm. So he found a comfortable place quite, quite near a rosy cheeked girl who was so intent on her companion, the curly haired boy, that she did not even see A. Germ. The picture progressed rapidly; a love scene, a motor ride, an accident, a hospital scene. Poor little Rosy smuggled up against Curly-locks and A. Germ found himself captivated by her and drew quite close. So absorbed was he that he did not see his sister on the other side of Curly-locks. She had her twin children, little Grippy and Fluey with her and they were having a glorious time hopping all over the place. There was much quiet snuffing going on in different parts of the theatre, which quite amused A. Germ who was not particularly interested in any of the scenes but the one in the hospital. He was quite familiar with hospitals but he was very relieved when it was over. He spied his sister and the twins but they were so busy in a neighborly way that he left them alone and “carried on.” On the way out, still snuggling close to rosv-cheeks, he looked for O. U. Bug and I. C. Dirt but they had become lost in the crowd. He overheard Rosy say to Curly :“I’ve caught cold somewhere. I feel wretched.” So do I said Curly-locks,” and thus began the “Flu.” FREDERICKA DUNBAR. ’30 COMPLIMENTS OF RICHARD J. SIMMONS and LOUIS A. BEAUREGARD Franklin St. Garage and Hope St. Garage CLASS OF 1931—Room 4 THE GREEN AND WHITE 19 A SHOPKEEPER OF NAPLES “Tell me a story, Auntie,” Caroline begged. “Please, Auntie,” all the children echoed. Their Aunt, that ever-obliging woman, laid down her interesting book, and said resignedly, “Which one is it to be tonight?” “Oh, any one you want to talk about.” “Well—the way you children ask for stories reminds me of a little adventure I had in Naples.” “Tell us about it,” little Caroline ordered. “One day when I was wandering about Naples in an aimless fashion, I came to an unusual looking street—unusual even for that city. As I had a great deal of time I decided to explore the alley, so I turned and walked slowly down it. I didn’t mind the filth of the place, because it was very picturesque with its queer little shops and equally queer little shopkeepers. I thought I was getting a glimpse of the real Naples. I stopped at one of the stores to buy a souvenir and as I opened my purse I dropped a coin. Before I was able to pick it up some one snatched it and immediately disappeared through one of the numerous doorways. I turned to continued my walk, but I found that a crowd had gathered behind me. The shopkeeper informed me that as I had give alms to one begger the others wanted some, too. “I didn’t give him the money, he took it,” I exclaimed indignantly. The man shrugged and answered, “It's all the same.” The mob was moving nearer to me. I was frightened, so I called, “Can’t I do anything to escape them?” “Perhaps, if Madam buys another necklace, a ring or a pin, I may be able to persuade them to go away.” Angray as I was. I paid willingly. The man called to the crowd, and I hurried through an opening they made for me. That man certainly had an original method for selling his goods,” the Aunt concluded. CLAUDIA DeWOLF. ’31. SOLILOQUY To live 'midst dreary realities of Life— Sorrow, heartache, bitterness, strife, This is a duty we all must face, This business called Life, of stealthy pace. Life—a mystery; the greater mystery, Death; Who can solve them save beyond death? 'We live to die—we die to live,’ And the reason—who can tell ? Why Must time fly and take with it all our fond dreams ? Life is real. Life is earnest, and the goal is not what it seems! And after death—ah, what then? What will He decree for the destiny of men? Content and happiness momentarily lent. Or peace for eternity, heaven sent? As we live, so too, shall we die. To live hereafter in our home on high. So life and death revolve around each other. To solve one is to solve the other— It’s the awful mystery of Life and Death. KATHERINE F. KELLEY, ’29. HOW TO WRITE A THEME FOR ENGLISH You have to do it, there is no denying or getting around that fact, and you have to do it before tomorrow morning. You sit around with your head in your hands letting your thoughts wander over several subjects appropriate for anything but the sort of theme that is required. Soon your brain steals off into other channels and you wonder if Colt will win tonight; you hope that Mr. Dowd won't call on you to translate that hard section in Cicero. By the way, don’t you find the irregular verbs in French confusing? Then you remember that you have a dime bet on the Warren game, and you immediately start to figure your chances of winning. Suddenly the clock strikes nine. Already you’ve wasted an hour. That theme has simply got to be written! What is a good subject? The Mt. Hope Bridge, “Basket Ball, and How It Should Be Played,” “The Fastest Typist at Colt and Four Reasons Why I Am, “How to Bowl. An Aid For Girls. “The Care of the Mind. For Backward Children,” “Gumdrops, Their Necessity to the Human Body.” And so it goes until the clock strikes ten. Then you desperately set yourself to work, and half asleep, attempt to develop the unappropriate subject of “How to Write a Theme for English.” RAYMOND MAKOWSKY. OUR GRANDFATHER’S CLOCK Our Grandfather’s clock Is stately and tall. Its silvery shinies Are heard by all. Its Tick-Tock Passes the time of day, Sometimes its sad. Sometimes its gay. The clock is new. And what a prize! It sees a lot. And looks so wise. It keeps its secrets, Great and small. Our Grandfather’s clock Is loved by all. SHIRLEY NEWMAN, '31. EXCHANGE Killonian, Killingly H. S., Danielson, Conn.— You have a lively little paper. Keep it up. Garfield Messenger. Garfield H. S., Seattle. Wash.—You print a newsy newspaper. Your editorial comments on sports were very good. Canary and Blue, Allentown H. S., Allentown, Pa.—We liked your wide-awake magazine. Send us some more. Red and Black, Rogers H. S., Newport, R. I. —Your departments are good, especially the grab-box called “Ye Orack. High School Herald. Westfield H. S., West-field, Mass.—We enjoyed the literary dept, very much. Editorials too. Quarterly, Stamford H. S.. Stamford, Conn. —Your literary was wonderful. We’d like a few more cuts tho. 20 THE (iREEN AND WHITE AN IMPORTANT MAN “Will you kindly give me information as to the extent of the spread of the aboriginal sloth northward?” This from a young man of distinguished mien. In fact, so distinguished is he that he has been appointed the Bristol Agent for the sale of Glover's Dog Soap, whose motto is: The more you use, the more you need. But this is only one of the many diversions of this gifted young philanthropist. He is an important cog in the machinery of this school, devoting himself partly to the Classics, and partly to the coarser and more material studies. In fact, so great is his devotion to the latter arts, that he has already sacrificed one hand, to say nothing of his eyebrows, to the cause of “Science.” Outside of school he languishes in a store where are sold, the causes of the fat of the land, and the rivals of moonlight for the birth of romance. He keeps late hours and it is believed that, after such intensive study, he is well acquainted with Dan Cupid, and all his tricks. Gifted as he is—he has, like all great men, minor faults. He is an incorrigible pedant. We feel, however, that this, so-called weakness is only a manifestation of his extreme kindness and generosity. He believes, apparently. that the only way for him to raise his schoolmates to the high plane which he has attained, is to furnish them with a living example of what knowledge really is. His appearance—but is it necessary to scrutinize his countenance too closely? For if we do so, we are likely to be disappointed. His face is in no way unusual and possesses none of the characteristics generally ascribed by the common herd, to genuises. We must remember, however, “That great Oaks from Little Acorns grow.” HAROLD DeWOLF. RAYMOND’S PLAY (With apologies to Mary’s Lamb) T Raymond wrote a little play, Its plot was white as snow. And everywhere that Raymond went That play was sure to go. II. He brought it up to school one day And read it to the boys; In a Barrymorcish manner He outlined all its joys. I'll. “What makes those boys all strut about?” An anxious teacher cried; “Why Raymond built himself a play,” Said a Junior with some pride. IV. And so the children listcned-in. The days each seemed a year; They waited patiently about 'Till “O Hector” did appear. V. And when it came—so lustily With music, lines—and how ! It made th auditorium ring And Mr. Dowd—a wow! FRITZI DUNBAR. DIARY OF A SMALL BOY June 5—Today is Friday. Ma says I’m going to grandma's farm for a couple of weeks. I hope she has a lot of chickens cause I like to chase them. June 6—Hurrah. I got here at last and she’s got chickens and pigs and cows. Oh, what fun! Grandpa let me feed the chickens. Old Speckles has three new chicks. June 7—Today I chased three roosters around the farm. One old fellow flew over the fence into the road and a passing truck killed it. Good enough for him. He’ll stay in the yard next time. June 8—Had to wipe dishes this morning. I went to see the kid on the next farm after I got through. He wears glasses and has piles of freckles. He's a regular sissy. I thought sissies were only in the city. He plays paper dolls with his sister. June 9—Went fishing today. Caught a catfish. I cooked it over the fire I had and ate it. Don't know what happened to it but it tasted funny. June 12—Hello, Diary, I'm sorry I couldn't come any sooner, but 1 was sick abed and had to have the doctor. He put a funny thing on my chest which tickled. I guess it must have been the catfish that made me sick. June 15—Today is Thursday. Grandma said she’d be so happy when I went back home. Nothing exciting happened today. June 17—I'm going home on the 19th. Grandma’s getting my clothes packed. I wanted her to pack some of the different nails 1 collected, but she threw them out of the window. June 18—I said “Good-bye” to all the chickens and pigs. I kissed the cow and Grandma made me wash my face after I did. June 19—Home at last. Good-bye diary. Into the trunk you go. EMILY VELLECA, '31. THE SENTINEL Softly, gently, the pine tree sighed— Sighed to the wind as he silently cried: Winter is coming tomorrow morn, And all the flowers are withered and gone. Gone to a land of colors bright Where there's never winter, never night. The souls of the flowers have taken flight To a haven of warmth, a place of delight. And all the trees have gone to sleep. 1 alone am left, the vigil to keep. Alone, and lonesome in the silent wrood. But bravely erect and tall he stood. All thru the snowy, cold winter long, The pine whispered and murmured his song. He kept his promise to watch and care Over all the forest 'til Spring wras there. KATHLEEN KELLEY, '29. COMPLIMENTS OF C. J. Sartini QUALITY FOOTWEAR 840 Wood St. THE (iREEN AND WHITE 21 There are two paths in this subtle life, WHICH? Which to choose, which will pay? The broad way leads thru the lane of bright lights, It’s a way of laughter, of glittering nights, Of people gay, carefree drifting along, Of freedom, abandon, forgetfulness, in song. Where there’s no refraining from deeds that are wrong, A conscienceless people of wills iron-strong. This road’s called Vice and collects great toll Of the thoughtless travelers in the heathen role. The narrow way leads thru the forest dread, Dark, rough, stormy, ’lis glooming there. There are cruel brambles, thorns, sharp stones, A path well-trodden by weary bones. This road’s called Virtue, of exorbitant price. Collecting stern toll for the end to suffice. It seems endless, useless, hopeless, hare. Stripped of cheer and light, placed by care. It leads to happiness, but watch the price— Self-denial, stern courage, self-sacrifice. This road's called Virtue, strict and hard; Unrelenting in its demand of courage At the end of these roads there's a mist— A mist withholding from our eager gaze The reward or punishment of our earthly days. As we wend our way in this toiling world We must choose one of these paths—Which? K. KELLEY, '29. THE ALCHEMIST I see a sulphurous smoke; it clears and there appears a wizened old man in a skull-cap and flowing duster. This Merlin is peering into a brazen alembic, from which issues a pungent gas recalling grandfather’s phosphorus matches. Is the deposit in the retort the philosopher's stone? The mere contact of this mineral will convert any baser metal to gold. That vile-smelling residue may be the famed elixer of life, more potent than any patent medicine, for it will prolong life indefinitely. Or is the wizard conducting a sedulous search for the alcahest? The alcahest is a universal solvent—it will dissolve whatever it touches. And if this reticent fellow should find his alcahest. in what will he keep it? In the search for the philosopher’s stone, the elixer of life and the alcahest, many lives were lost, many fortunes were wasted. Yet to alchemy docs modern chemistry owe its birth. Most of the important elements were isolated by the alchemists. Today the alchemist lives in the research chemist, who has made conquests of immeasurable value, undreamed of by the brothers of King Arthur’s sorcerer. Research chemists have produced carbon disulfide; it is used in sewage disposal systems, to treat rubber, in the manufacture of rayon underwear and to enterminate cockroaches. Consider the destructive distillation of coal; we have coke, fuel gas, ammonia, tar, cloth dyes, aspirin, artificial leather, and olomargerine, from a lump of dirty, black anthracite. The narrow way, the bright broad way One leads to happiness, the other strife; S3SION What a variety of noises one hears during the day. In the classroom, on the street, anywhere at all. Pupils whispering, pens scratching, the clocks ticking; bang! a desk cover. Some industrious individual signals the end of a theme by a thumping out the final period with a heavy hand. Money clinking on the teacher's desk, bank day. Sounds of distant music. Miss Sullivan is here. A door slams, another opens, and we hear Mr. Eaton’s voice echoing, then the bell. A quiet, light, shuffling tread, the door opens and in comes Mr. Brightman. A hurst of laughter, probably Mr. Dowd's class. The telephone rings, footsteps hurry by. A horn blows outside; a truck clatters and clanks by. The noise is incessant, but interesting to observe. H. MASON, ’29. KUN(I FU TZU Prologue Kung-fu-Tzu, the famed Chinese philosopher, lived from 550 to 478 B. C. He was thus a contemporary of Pythagoras; he died about 20 years before the battle of Lake Regillus, the first authentic date in Roman history. He toured China, returned to his native district, and was made “governor of the people.” A tide of immorality set in, so he set out, crusading against it. This (horse) play is based, most basely, upon this trip. Throughout this epic the audience is respectfully demanded to refrain from mob tactics and mud-slinging and to realize they are, each and every one of them, heathen Chinese, of the uttermost patience. The curtain goes up. Before our very eyes appears the Great Wall of China: to the left are rice fields, to the right what the stage manager claims are tea bushes. To resume: The curtain has gone up, the two characters appear—both of them bad. One is Kung-fu-Tzu. vulgarly known as Confucius; the one who needs a shave, who is the second to enter is Haijan—-Chattanooga (Rung calls him ”Hey”), his aide-de-cramps, second-story man, partner at bridge and coolie serf. Both are dressed after the style of the Hong-Kong fashion saloons. On with the show, but don’t forget that vou’re all Chinese, therefor patient. (Enter Kung, right) K.—Hey, Haijan ! (Enter Haijan) H.—Yes, most noble sire. K.—You have doubtless wondered why we have set out upon this tour, eh what? H.—Yes, most noble sire. My very soul has Harbor View Filling Station GAS. OIL, GREASES Cigars, Cigarettes, Candy, Soda and Tobacco. T. H. BYRNES. Prop. R. AKIN. ’29. 22 THE GREEN AND WHITE been consumed in the fires of curiosity. K.—Open my trusty brief-case, Watson. In the middle pocket you will find certain papers. Read off their titles. H.—(obeying command)— Jondun-bar __________ I. O. U. $10. Charl-see-dowd ..... I. O. U. $25. Dickorn-ell ......... I. O. U. $50. Harol-dewolf ....... U. O. Me $200 Letter of Instruction, number lHy2. K.—Ah. yes. Fetchit. (Reads) “Whereas, we, the Women’s Christian Temperance Union, the Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Bus-drivers, the Amalgamated Association of the Steam-fitters of Guam, and the Simonize Twins, being in our right mind, do solemnly, religiously, and self-sacrificingly finance an expedition to be conducted by Kung-fu-Tzu; “And whereas, the sole purpose of said expedition is to clear the face of our fair earth o fthe scourge of Mah-Chow, the— H.—Most noble sire—is not Mah-Chow also known as Ma-Hahajah, Mah-Jong, Ma Jenkins, Ma-caroni, etc? K.—Yes, Haijan. Whereas, we, the members of the above signed societies, do solemnly affix our names hereunto, together with the amount we hereunto subscribe to finance this heroic crusade : Caesar Borgia ............... $ .05 Savonarola ...................... 02 John D. Rockefeller .............10 Horatius at the Bridge......... .01 H.—Fools and their money well parted. K.—What's that? H.—I said those men were big-hearted. K.—Let us invoke the deities. (Goes to Great-Wall, places elbows on ledge, kneels). Allah Akbar, seven times blessed unto you do we come for aid. help and favor. H. (imitating K.)—F. W. Woolworth, unto you do we come for radios, Ford parts and tooth-picks. K.—Living Buddah, followed by multitudes of llamas and chamois, leave us not in time of need. H.—Oh, rabbit’s foot, leave us not in time of greed. K.—Spirits of Ancestors, bid us good fortune. H.—Shades of the Pan-American Peace Conference, bid us—Say boss, it’s beginning to rain, let’s go home and listen to the radio. R. AKIN, '29. DO IT NOW! Through some horrible and unpardonable act of Fate, I recently found myself driving along the long and crooked highway which leads, eventually, to Pawtucket. Opposite the North End Burial Grounds, a fitting moment, by the way, to the approach c th entrance to the “Bee Hive of Rhode island Industry,” I was confronted by a huge crude, ageworn sign which read: STOP PROCRASTINATING— BUY YOUR MONUMENT NOW! Well, there was nothing attractive, to say the least, in the appearance of this silent salesman. In fact, it was an extremely common-place affair, dirty and weather-beaten. Furthermore, I did not consider myself to be dying, or at least not dead, and I had no intention of Jumping Off” of my own accord, so what did 1 want with a gravestone? But still, there was something in that sign that interested me, and I did not know what it was. Suddenly those two words: “Procrastinating and “Now loomed up before me, and seemed to stand out from their surroundings, as do the spooky eyes of a night owl, in the death-like blackness of night. I wonder how many of us are not influenced at some time or other by Old Man Procrastination. Perhaps you have met him at one time or another without having recognized him. but I am sure that all of you will remember of having met him, after a second's thought. Of course you know him! He’s the one who calls to your memory that date you have at a certain time. What a great blessing it would be to all of us if we did what we have to do as we should do it, and last but not least, at the time it should be done. So, as a general rule, I think we can all agree that: He who adoreth Procrastination Shall never reach his destination.” Or, in less flowery language, and as someone has already penned it: He who hesitates is lost.” ESTHER CLARK. '29. RAIN Who doesn't know Rain? Rain, the Bene-ficient; Rain, the Healing; Rain, the Malignant ; and, just Rain. Rain, in hot. dry, summer weather, bringing relief to parched fields, and dried-out humans. Steady, dependable Rain; marching to the rescue; healing, cooling, comfortable Rain. Or the merry Summer Shower. Jovous, sparkling, laughing Rain, rushing by in an instant, racing with men; lovable, tantalizing, playful: the pleasantest kind of Rain. Or Rain in the flood season. Sudden, terrifying Rain. Filling basins and reservoir’s; changing the nature of rivers, angering them so, that they flood over all the land; carrying all before them, tearing down, uprooting, destroying. venting their wrath upon man, because of Rain. Or Rain in the canyons of the West. Swooping down with a startling swish of soft wings. Filling dry stream beds, making tumbling streams where there were none before. Or Tropic Rain. Endless, unceasing, and maddening; malignant, terrible Rain. Rain in Spring, kissing the newly bared Earth till all her face is suffused with blushes. Rain, the Prince Charming, impetuous Rain. Rain in Fall, magnificent cloud-bursts, thundering a majestic farewell to Summer. Rain in Winter, warming and melting the frozen heart of his cold brother Snow. And Rain, 'most any time. Drumming on the tin roof of the farmhouse porch, pattering on the window panes, running down my neck. Rain bringing mud and cussing, spoiling the skating, ruining the party; Rain, aggravating, disappointing or merely indifferent. Just Rain. H. MASON, '29. CAST OF “JERRY OF JERICHO ROAD” Left to right, standing: C. Withered, M. Vargas, M. Motta, R. Makowsky. H. Mason, J. Marsden. Sitting: J. Gilroy, E. Clark, E. Lemaire, S. Newman, A. McHugh. 24 THE GREEN AND WHITE THREE JEERS FOR CICERO Eleven-fifty and the lunch period for another day is over. But that's not the half of it. Latin, the study of my dream (a nightmare) is with us. We all run to our home rooms as eagerly as children who are about to be given castor oil. “Cicero’s Orations Against Cata-line” (our favorite novel) is placed under our left arm; our right arm being used to give our acquaintances a gentle punch for every punch they give us. Of course, if they kick us we usually use our feet to return their greeting. After we have been enjoying ourselves in the corridor for about two minutes and we know we are a minute late, we make a wild dash for Room 5. John Dunbar is on hand to close the door for us. “Get in here and close that door, says the Prof, very gently. OH, so gently. “But. Mr. Dowd, I couldn’t find my Latin books.” “Tough! Sit down!” And then, about five minutes later, everyone is ready to solve Cicero. “Begin on page 60, line 8, Ruggiero,” yells the Prof. “You mean me, Mr. Dowd,” asks Ruggiero timidly ? “Yes, you!” “What page did you say we were to begin on ? ” “What’s the matter, are you deaf?” “No, only I can’t hear you.” “Well, keep your eyes open. Campanello, you recite.” Campanello, coming out of a daze: “Did you say something, Mr. Dowd?” “Can you translate this part? “Certainly, of course I can,” says Campanello to the surprise of the rest of the class. “Where are we, anyway?” And so on until twelve-thirty by the office clock. And then the sound of a little instrument, called a bell, is heard. Everyone is in the door marathon. and finally as the last few hoofs of the thundering herd is heard down the corridor, the Prof, yells: “Take the nevt twenty-five lines for tomorrow!” M. L. BASSING, ’30. LIFE IN EDEN Scene—A country road near Eden. A tip-cart drawn bv a dinasaur. Time—1.000,000 B. C. Characters—Cain and Abel, and Candy Lamb, the dinasaur. Characters are dressed in the fashion of the day. CAIN (in fright)—O Ye Gods, Abel, how shall I calm my Candy Lamb? Abel (sarcastically)—I dare not think how, quite the contrary, I am able to see how you won't. (Speaking to the dinasaur)—Dearest Candy Lamb, does it behoove you to be so playful. You would romp with my pet bron-tosarus. CAIN (warningly)—Beware, my honorable friend, you might aggravate my beast. ABEL (gripping Cain)—I fear the beast’s temperament. I see the glitter of fury in its eyes. Great Jehovah, spare our poor degraded souls. CAIN (thoughtfully)—I fear I must give my beast a sugar plum to calm its anger. Whoa, Candy Lamb! Whoa, I say Whoa, drat you old beast, anyhow. There he has stopped at last. ABEL (musingly)—Say, Cain, I read in the Daily Fig Leaf” that Papa and Mama had a squabble. Let’s go over and reunite them. CAIN—Yea verily, let's’ do as you say. ABEL (continuing)—The paper also demanded the reason why Adam and Eve ever raised Cain. CAIN (angrily)—An insult. I shall kill that editor. ABEL—Tt also stated that you were out with the Mayor’s daughter, Augusta Crookshank, not only raising cain, but even spending the evening at the “Eden Lights.” CAIN—You're crazy. I don’t go to cheap night clubs. I went to the “Apple Inn.” Who is that editor anyway? ABEL—Felis Canias, the Wall Street viper. He makes it his daily habit to insult Society-leaders such as you and I. Why only the other day he called me a Night Owl, accusing me of spending my evenings tooting at Anna Bear's door. What is that crowd over there yelling about ? CAIN (distainfully)—Only an old base ball same. What is that crowd over there y'elling big shots Pa and Ma are getting to be in this here burg? ABEL (uninterestedly)—Yeah. CAIN—Well, guess what was decided at the Town Meeting last night? ABEL—They elected Pop sewer commissioner. CAIN—No. ABEL—Dog officer, then. CAIN—You’re way off. ABEL—I’ll give up then. CAIN—They named the two town teams the Adam's Apples and the Eve’s Elderberries. ABEL (excitedly)—What! Well I'll be— CAIN—I knew I'd surprise you. The news gave me quite a turn when I first heard of it. ABEL—That is the funniest thing I’ve heard in a long time. (He looked up at the sky)— Hey Cain, it’s going to rain; we had better hurry home. CAIN—Get up. Candy Lamb, get up! O ye gods, Abel, how shall I get my Candy Lamb to start ? (Candy Lamb starts and our heroes vanish up the road in a cloud of dust.) ANDREW IVERSON. 7.9. HAROLD DeWOLF ,’29. THE FILAMENT OF DREAMS A bit of pure azure from the sk.v above. The soft white “down” of a cooing dove, The silver lining of clouds on high, The delicate orchid of morning sky, The tender yellow of daffodils. The purplish splendor of far off hills, Golden ra.vs of the setting sun, Beautiful tints, rivaled by none— This is the filament of dreams. K. KELLEY, ’29. The east of “OH, HECTOR,” written and produced by the Hasty Gelatine Club. 26 THE CiREEN AND WHITE JOKES Latin IV Miss Kelley—“What is truth, anyway?” Mr. Dowd—“Oh, you wouldn’t be acquainted with it.” Cafeteria Campanella (disgustingly)—“How do you expect to find a clam in this clam chowder when you can't even find a horse in a horse-radish or even a chicken in a chicken salad?” Lost After listening to Prof. Edwards’ speech about tests, Mr. Miller asks John Dunbar to go bet his “IG.” Johnny looked at him in amazement and said: “Where did you leave it?” History Mr. Mapes—“Give Douglass’ early life.” Miss Gilroy—“Douglas was a self-made man —made by himself.” Assembly Program Dean Mason in his speech—“Do not look upon Deans as highly honored men. We have many edans—and many sar-dines too.” Science Why the science program was a success and went over with a bang: L—Our “heavy-weight” Mahoney had the privilege to test his hidden strength against the block and tackle. 2.—Prof. Millimaggi, B.M.B.D., our expert chemist, was presented a enormous bouquet of (now what do you think)! Room II Makowskv (talking about Junior play)— We'll all go on the stage acting like a bunch of lunatics.” Bennett—“Oh, we don’t have to-—Just act natural!” Room II Mahoney (Junior Play)—“I'll sing ‘Far-Away.’ ” Bennett (sarcastically)—“Yea. the farther away you sing, the better.” French II Makowskv (reading)—With the lips parted, and the eyes on the forehead, she was leading this young man. Latin III Ruggerio—“Mr. Dowd. what does N. B. mean?” Millimaggi (interrupting)—“No Business.” Math. Ill Mr. Dowd—“Pendleton, if you want to make eyes at Levy, get out of the room ! Don't expect Levy to get a thrill out of watching you.” Latin III Dowd—“He killed him and all his friends and everybody that was seen on the street with him—a la Chicago.” Silent Pictures Preferred Dowd—“Will you people please stop talking —or talk so we can hear it. Latin III Dowd—“Come down to the second seat in that row, Navack, and make off you’re human.” Physics III Mr. Eaton (disgustingly)—“You know—I’d rather talk to that kid of mine than to you!” Witherell—“Can she talk yet?” Room VI Mr. Dowd—“Miss West, are you eating?” I. West (chewing gum)—“No!” Mr. Dowd (sarcastically)—“Then I'd like to see you when you were.” English III Bennett (reciting) — He loved her—even from her bov-hood davs. Math. Ill Mr. Dowd—“It’s better to do your work and get two right than, to j copy and get four right.” H. Levy—“That's what I did, and I got one right.” English III E. Doran (reading poem)—“And he was a girl with hair very beautiful and red as an orange.” (Pertaining to R. Makowsky.) Physics III Mr. Eaton—“What metals are used in the Edison battery?” Witherell—“Hard Rubber! Latin IV Mr. Dowd—“Millimaggi. sit up and make believe you’re alive.” Overhead in English IVa “An honest man, or in other words, a criminal.” Heard in English IV “A stygian cave means a cave where the river sticks.” Math. Ill Mr. Dowd—“Young, are you chewing gum?” Young (innocently)—“No! I’m chewing my Algebra paper!” Heard in English III “He looked just like Abe Lincoln—only he was a blonde.” Chemistry II C. St. Angelo—“What is hard water?” A. Poli—“Ice!” C. St. Angelo—“Oh, that's frozen water!” Chemistry IV Mr. Eaton—“Give the Properties of hvdro-gen.” M. Cornell—“Odorless and colorless.” Mr. Eaton—“It is tasteless? M. Cornell—“I don’t know—I never tasted it!” English II Miss Bradford—“What is the meaning of Ammulite?” R. McCormack—“It is an omelet.” John D.—“Why do thev call Baker (the short-stop) the Ancient Mariner?” Canipanello—“Because he stoppeth one of three.” Physics 111 Mr. Eaton—(speaking of electric arcs)—“Is there any other kinds of arcs?” Bonnano—“Noahs' Ark!” Heard in English II Miss Bradford—“Is Isaac the Jew verv Liberal?” McCormack—“No! he is too Scotch!” English II Miss Bradford—“Did you read your English? A. Poli—“Yes, but I only skipped three chapters!” THE GREEN AND WHITE 27 ALUMNI NOTES (The Alumni Editor regrets that space confines the Green and White class records to the last two classes, but items1 of interest about graduates of any classes- will - be welcomed and gladly published.) '. , -Class of 1927 Francis Bowler is working at the R. I. Soldiers' Home at Bristol. Francisco Canario, a Sophomore at Providence College, was in the reCeiit production of The Merchant of Venice” given by the college Pyramid Players. j. 1a Joseph Campanello is a Sophomore at R. L State College at Kingston. Josephine Coggeshall is in the office of the Thurston Mfg. Co., Providence; Anthony Da Ponte is a student at Bryant Stratton Commercial College. Guido DeCristofaro is a student at Bryant Stratton Commercial College. Edna Demers is secretary to B. W. Wall, secretary of the Bristol School Committee. Ida Dunbar is at home. 5 Charles St.. Bristol. Elizabeth Dwyer is a student at the R. I. College of Education. Alexandrina Fernandez is completing the teachers’ course at Bryant Stratton's. Helena Gilroy is a student at the Comptometer School, Providence. Oscar Herzig is a student at R. I. State College. Margaret Johnson is in the office of the N. I. R. Co., Bristol. Oswald LeClair is in the office of the Collins Aikman Corp., Bristol. Virginia LeClair is a student at the Normal School at Gorham, Me. Dora Levitin is bookkeeper for the firm of B. Levitin Co.. Bristol. John Matheson is a student at the R. I. School of Design. Providence. John Morris is with the Shepard Stores. Providence. Joseph Murgo is a Sophomore at R. I. State College. Catherine Morris is in the office of the N. I. R. Co.. Bristol. Mary Newbold is in the office of the Hospital Trust Co.. Providence. Emily Osterberg is in the office of the Hospital Trust Co.. Providence. Manuel Perry is a student at Bryant Stratton Business College. Edward Peterson is with the Mt. Hope Bridge Construction Co. Joseph Riccio is a Sophomore at R. I. State College. Esther Ryone is bookkeeper at the High St. Garage. Bristol. Frank Remieres is in the office of the Collins Aikman Corp., Bristol. Michael Ruggerio is in the office of the N. I. R. Co.. Bristol. Charlotte Suzman is a student at the R. I. College of Education. Mary St. Angelo is a student nurse at the Flower Hospital, N. Y. Marjorie Southwick is in the office of the R. I. Insurance Co.. Providence. Lawrence Thompson is a student at Moses Brown School, Providence. Dominic Troiano is a student at Bryant Stratton Commercial College. John Victoria is a student at Bryant Stratton Commercial College. Julio Xavier is a Sophomore at R. I. State College. Class of 1928 Mary Aruda is in the office of the N. I. R. Co.. Bristol. John Boynton is a student at Amherst College. Amherst. Mass. Frederick Brownell is a student at Bryant Stratton Commercial College. Herbert Burnham is a student at the New Hampton School, New Hampton. N. H. Katherine Burns is at the N. I. R. Co., Bristol. Louis Castriotta is a student at Bryant Stratton Commercial College. Ralph Church is a bond salesman for the firm of Mandeville, Brooks Chaffee, Providence. James Connors is with the Mt. Hope Bridge Construction Co. Frank Corea is at home, Mt. Hope Ave., Bristol. 1 ester Eisenstadt is a Freshman at Brown University. Agnes Fay is in the office of the N. I. R. Co. Bristol. Mary Francis is taking the teacher’s course at Bryant Stratton Commercial College. Minnie Goglia is in the office of the N. I. R. Co.. Bristol. Richmond Gorham is a Freshman at Bates College. Lewiston. Me. Martha Hill is a student at the Comptometer School. Providence. Charles Langello is a student at Bryant Stratton Commercial College. Edward LeClerc is with the N. I. R. Co., Bristol. David Levitin is a Freshman at R. I. State College. Edward Levy is a clerk at the Hope Drug Co.. Bristol. Hattie Manley is a Freshman at Pembroke College. James McGrath is with the Atlantic Pacific Stores, Bristol. Roberta Munroe has completed a course at the Comptometer School in Providence and is in the office of the American Telephone and Telegraph Co., Providence. George Moren is at the N. I. R. Co., Bristol. Elvira Oberg is a student at the R. I. College of Education. Gladys Osterberg is a student at the R. I. College of Education. Lulu Perreira is a student at Bryant Stratton Commercial College. Nicholas Pirri is a student at the New England Conservatory of Music at Boston. 28 THE (iRKEN AN!) WHI T E John Rego is a Freshman at R. I. State College. Helen Romano is a student at R. I. College of Education. Madgalen Shaw is in the office of the N. I. R. Co.. Bristol. Stella Steen is in the office of the Industrial Trust Co., Bristol. Alice Vermette is going to enter the R. I. Academy of Hairdressing in Providence. Alice Walsh is a student at the R. I. College of Education. Marjorie Weaver is in the office of the Wes-ern Union Telegraph Co., Bristol. Edith Winward is at the N. I. R. Co., Bristol. Bryant-Stratton College of Business Administration Providence, Rhode Island Over Half a Century — Standard for Practical Business Training Where scores of business executives and employers trained for business. Where thousands of young men and young women receive superior business training for preferred positions. One year intensive courses for early employment Two year collegiate courses for higher positions. Lead to State-Authorized degrees. Phone for Catalog (Gaspee 3643) or come in and visit Bryant-Stratton College of Business Administration Providence, Rhode Island THE (iREEN AND WHITE 29 r.......................... i c9 llustrated Biography I of the Senior Class j [...................................i RUSSELL AKIN As befits the valedictorian, Russell is the outstanding figure of his class. Not only does he lead the class in scholarship but he is the moving force behind most school activities. The Science Club owes its existence to him as does the Senior Literary Club. And if there is a Senior Party or Reception you can expect to find Russell on hand. In spite of the fact that he works outside of school hours, Russell finds time to dance extremely well. In fact this young man excels in the social field as in the academic. Dame Rumor tells us that Russell is going to Brown next year to study chemistry. ROSE MARY ALFANO Very c|uiet and studious is Rose. We don’t believe she ever came to class unprepared. She has a viewpoint which she expresses and stands by it. No one ever knew Rose to have a grouch. 30 THE (iREEN AND WHITE MARY LOUISE BREEN Mary is quite quiet. She compiles attendance records and has learned to read correctly the Merit Chart—yes, even to keep it up to date. She, Dot and Jeanette make up the Triumvirate (or is it tri-feminate ?) We bet Mr. Mapes misses them all next year. HELEN KATHERINE BYRNES Ask anyone who Helen is and the answer is the best friend in Colt Memorial High School. She will do anything for you. Helen is a popular young lady. She is treasurer of the class and has been so conscientious in collecting class dues that we predict a bright and prosperous future for her. MARY ESTHER CARMONE I his cheerful one is Mary. She is always seen with her friend Helen. Mary is a good student. She is good natured and has a smile for everyone. We all know her dear ways and she makes a good friend. Mary managed to get an average above eighty since she entered high school! THE (iREEN AND WHITE 31 ESTHER CLARK It comes to us as something of a shock to discover that this charming young lady who dances so well has settled down to her studies and now in her senior year, is among the leaders of her class. In spite of her academic prowess, Esther still finds time to devote to the Debating Society and the Science Club. And judging by the last four school plays which we have seen, it has become a habit with this young-lady to play a leading part. Hearing that Esther is to attend the Rhode Island College of Education, we are able to understand the large numbers trying to enter the teaching profession. DORIS EVALIA CORNELL Doris appears cjuiet, but she isn’t. She certainly can make those typewriter keys fly. Those who know her will know how jolly she can be. When you see Doris, you will see Arnold not far behind. Doris is going to be a stenographer and we certainly do wish her plenty of luck. WILHELMINA ETHEL CORREA (Willy) Willy is surely the silentest girl in the class—until Helen V. shows up. Then there is a real, old-fashioned gab-fest. They even put to shame Esther and Izzy, 32 THE (iREEN AND WHITE HAROLD DeWOLF Harold is a versatile young man. He has made the school tennis team, proving that he is something of an athlete. As one of the principals of two plays he has demonstrated theatrical ability. And as a member of the Senior Debating Team he displayed a talent for argument. Indeed we are told that in the Chemistry Laboratory Harold and Andy do more arguing than—but who are we to talk? Harold’s true place is in the social sphere. We understand that Harold will attend Rhode Island State in the Fall. BEATRICE DUBUC (Bee) “Bee” has a particularly pleasing personality. In this young lady a naturally sunny disposition is enhanced by an eternal smile. Nor is her disposition her only claim to fame. She is an excellent student, she is a member of the Debating Society and the Science Club, and she dances and drives skilfully. Bee is an asset to any social affair and no school function is complete without her. Just between us, we believe that Bee intends to prepare for a business career at Bryant Stratton’s. We are seriously considering entering the business world ourselves! JOHN WILLIAM BARTHOLEMEW DUNBAR (John D.) John D. is a misnomer—he should have been named “Helpful Henry,” for John is always willing to put it across for his Alma Mater. John is a great story-teller, but his inspirations always come during class. Johnny adores Cicero, hates Math., and does the banking. THE (JREEN AND WHITE 33 JANE MARGARET GILROY (Jennie) Jennie is a friend to all. She always has a happy smile which has won her many friends. She has taken a very active part in dramatics, playing the role of “Ma Jenkins” in “Carrie Comes to College.” She was also a principal in “Jerry of Jericho Road.” ANDREW JOHN IVERSON Did you hear that laugh ? It’s Andy’s personal property and once you hear it you’ll never forget it. He looks serious-minded but when he laughs, all laugh with him. His favorite pastime is teasing. Yes, he is also an artist. We understand that you are going to the School of Design, Andy. May good luck go with you! KATHLEEN KELLEY (Kat) We introduce to you now the champion talker of ’29. Kat has a disposition like sodium phosphate—pour cold water on it and there is a sparkling effervescence. Kat’s specialty has been really interesting English themes. Aided and abetted by linguistic practice in Latin 4, Kat expects to continue her fun as a hello-girl. 34 THE GREEN AND WHITE DOROTHY LOUISE MANZ Dorothy is another good scholar. She is seldom seen alone. She is by no means quiet. She and Jeanette are the school “stenogs.” They are always rushing around businesslike. Dorothy intends to be a nurse. Good luck, Dot! HENRY S. MASON (Hen) (Steve) Hen, in spite of a natural indolence which very nearly surpasses our own, is decidedly capable. He is business manager of the Green and White, a position merited by hard work. He is an accomplished actor, a debater of no mean ability, and one of the pillars of the Science Club. It is obvious why, with a record like this, Henry is the Salutatorian of his class. And just as we had thought that we had persuaded Hen to go to Texas or California next year, we learn that he intends to go to Rhode Island State to become an engineer. It would be close to Providence! ANNA McHUGH (Mac) Here is our own little actress. Anna has three shows to her credit. While she doesn’t excel in the class-room she certainly does on the stage. Anna is present at all school functions, and dances with angelic grace. She is often seen with her arms about her friend, Jeanette, and when they start talking there is no end. Anna intends to enter Bryant Stratton Business College next year. THI: (i R E E N AN I) W H I T E 35 FRANK PAUL MILLEMAGGI (Milly) “Then he will talk—good gods! how he will talk!” Do you see that fuzzy head submerged in the chemistry book? That’s Frank, the well-known mathematician, chemist and playmate of Algernon. Milly has become famous for his Latin translations—really, they’re amazingly original. HARRY THOMAS McCAUGHEY Harry is quite popular, especially with the girls. They say he goes to Warren pretty often ; but he swears its on business. Harry made the honor roll this year. RICHARD MOTT The all-round athlete! We know that next year when Colt starts out in athletics again. Dick will be greatly missed. He is president of the class. Dick is a tease and his girl friends are all afraid of him. His preference is a brunette, even though he is a gentleman. We know Dick will succeed in any way he goes. 36 THE (iREEN AND WHITE JOSEPH FRANCIS NAVACH (Algernon) Remember the new scenery for “Jerry?” Well, Joe made the frames, sized the lifts, painted them, set them up, pulled the curtain and became famous! Joe is a Math shark, and has a whale of a theory on electrons. Joe is a fine artist, but alas! he runs to caricatures of Milly and Horatius. HELEN RITA PAGNANO She that shadow at the other end of the hall ? Hear the patter of little feet? That’s Helen—the smallest girl in the class. Helen is always present at school dances, despite her attractively shy personality. She is well-known for her friendly English talks. MICHAEL WILLIAM PASQUERELLI “Mike” is one of Colt’s best athletes. He always has a smile and spreads good humor. Every one enjoys having fun with him. He is actually an honor student. He likes to make a hit with the girls and have everyone believe he is very popular among the female sex. THE G R E E N AND WHITE 37 ANTOINETTE RUGGERI Antoinette is quiet and unobstrusive most of the time. She is very good natured and has a smile for every one. She even finds enjoyment in a Latin assignment. She has been very studious during her four years with us. Normal School is her goal. NICHOLAS MICHAEL RUGGIERO (Horatius) “And gladly wolde he lerne, and gladly teche.” Horatius is from Missouri, and must he shown, tho he always listens to reason. Horatius has made a name for himself in the square circle as “Kid Brown.” He now upholds the honor of the National Guards as their crack rifleman. Besides, Nick dances—oh, such a way. We see he is pretty popular in a tap dance. JEANETTE ELIZABETH SALZANO Jeannette is one of those persons who always has her lesson done, and she is always willing to instruct her less fortunate comrades. She is often seen whirling around the dance floor—so gracefully. She is secretary of the class. She intends to he a stenographer. Jeannette is popular with both sexes. 3R THE GREEN AND WHITE PASQUALE SICIGNANO (Pat) “We grant, altlio he had much wit, He was very shy of using it.” Introducing to you the quietest boy in the class. Pat seldom voices an opinion—which is one reason why he has no enemies in the whole school. His attendance has been almost perfect. Math, is his favorite study. He hopes to go to college next year. JAMES ST. ANGELO Jay is one of our star athletes. He is a steady worker as everyone knows. His specialty is history, and his name often appears on the honor roll. He is undecided as to what he will do next year. HELEN EUGENIA VALANTE “She makes sweet music with the enamelled bones.” Helen is an important cog in the school flivver. She plays the piano for assemblies and shows, and manages the orchestra. Then she sees that all the boys have enough potato chips at noon. Helen’s pet ambition is to obtain the logarithm of the square root of 17 Pi R sq., for she enjoys her Math, class. She plans to attend Normal School next year. THE (iREEN AND WHITE 39 ISABEL LOUISE WEST Introducing to you now “Izzy,” our talkative girl. She certainly is a “select tongue wagger.” She is often seen with her friend, Esther. She has the happy faculty of laughing very loud about an hour after a joke is told. Oh, yes! she prefers blondes, too. “Superior Business Training” Business Administration—Professional Accounting— Secretarial Science. Only High School Graduates admitted to the Day School. Day and Evening Classes. Send for descriptive year book. Address Registrar: TEFFT BUSINESS INSTITUTE Providence, Rhode Island. THE GREEN AND WHITE ADVERTISEMENTS TllE fact that this company has been selected to furnish all engravings in this issue of the “Green and White” is significant of our ability to handle high-class school publication plate-work on a scientific and economical basis. 20 MATHEWSON STREET PROVIDENCE, R. I. 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