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

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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.

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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.

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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.