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

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BOARD OF EDITORS Front Row (left to right)—Ella Mae Lemaire, Helen McGuigan, Miss Sisson, Miss Callan, Carmella Castriotta, Claudia DeWolf. Mary Magee. Hack Row—Fred Vera, Stanley Bennett, Michael Securo, Margaret Cicerchia, Milton Bassing, Raymond Makowskv, Antony Russo.

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THE (iREEN AND WHITE THE GREEN AND WHITE VOL. 1. JUNE, 1930 No. 1 ISSUED BY THE STUDENTS OF THE COLT MEMORIAL HIGH SCHOOL, BRISTOL. R. I. Editor-in-Chief—RAYMOND MAKOWSKY Associate Editor FREDERICK VERA Business Manager MICHAEL SECURO Assistant Business Manager JACK MARSDEN Circulation Manager MILTON BASSING Assistant Manager ELLA MAE LEM AIRE Advisor—MISS Senior Editors STANLEY BENNETT CARMELLA CASTRIOTTA HELEN McGUIGAN Junior Editors CLAUDIA DEWOLF M ARGARET CICERCI11A WILLIAM WEST Sophomore Editors ANTHONY RUSSO MARY MAGEE JOSEPHINE CAMPAGNA SADIE CALLAN EDITORIAL As the years pass the “Green and White’’ has won more and more friends and supporters. Being the only organ through which the pupils of the Colt Memorial High can let interested friends know of its activities, the “Green and White” has these purposes in mind: 1. To Develop in staff members such personal qualities as co-operation, tact, courtesy, initiative, leadership, accuracy and responsibility. 2. To advertise the school and its work. 3. To give school news to pupils, parents, and friends of the school. 4. To arouse public interest in school activities. 5. To serve as a medium of public opinion. It is with these ideas in mind that this edition of the Green and White” went to press. The Board wishes to thank the faculty for its co-operation—without which it would be practically impossible to edit the “Green and White.” —EDITOR. TABLE OF CONTENTS DEDICATION ............. 2 BOARD OF EDITORS ............. 3 EDITORIAL ... .............. 3 EDITORIAL STAFF ........... 4 LITERARY ............. 5-20 EXCHANGES ......-..... -..... 20 SPORTS ............... 21-26 JOKES ................ 27-28 HISTORY OF ALUMNI ...... 28-29 ALUMNI NOTES .............. 30 SENIORS ................. 31-38 ADVERTISEMENTS ........ 39-48

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THE fiREEN AND WHITE 5 “RUSHING WATERS” The timbers creaked and the water rushed on. They were angry waters, black and turbulent, doing their best to annihilate man and his homes, factories and cattle. The timbers creaked again and gave way. Down came the building, seeking firm ground to rest upon only to be swept away by the river’s onrush-ing current. One less factory in that vicinity. A few hundred people thrown out of the world’s one hobby—work. Darkness, swishing and swirling of waters. A man sits alone on his roof. Below him is his house, his work, his papers, his family. All he ever had, all below in the dark waters. He looks into the night and sees nothing—nothing but blackness and ever rising waters. He is cold: lie longs for companions. Suddenly out of the darkness comes a cry, a man’s heart skips as he hears it again but alas—it is his drowning cattle. But no, he hears another one, a human cry! At last a boat, companions to comfort and warn him. Hope is in sight as the boat draws near. T he roof on which he is sitting lurches and—he falls into the black water. The sunken house floats on, and the man goes down the swollen river with all he ever had. Dawn and still the everlasting swirling of waters. The river has swollen to its highest mark and what does it leave behind—death— devastation—and ruin. Out on the black waters float houses—towns. Cattle, barns, hay, all that once meant happiness to some family. Now all is swept away by the ever-rushing waters. The rain ceases and the wind dies away, but the black water rushes on carrying with it all it could move. The timbers creaked and the water rushed on. They were angry waters doing their best to kill—to wash away everything-- It is the flood!! CHARLES YOUNG, ’30. DREAM Here comes my dream boat. Slowly and majestically she enters the famous docks of Grimsby, England, with her sails furled, defying all winds. She brings sweet incense to encourage my dreams and pass away the hours. Silks of the finest quality, spices, jewels, flashing so brightly that they seem to outdo the sun in briliance, and all the glories of the old Eastern world. The captain shows me a redwood box in which to keep my jewels. It was an heirloom of an oid Japanese ruler who, with his family had been assassinated during a revolt. A large ruby, glowing like a redhot coal, is taken out of the jewel case. I decide that I shall have a pendant made out of it and give it to Queen Mary in remembrance of happy days spent with her. Oh. what gorgeous pearls, so even and clear! The wild savages of Africa had traded them for a piece of gold money. Silks, the colors of the rainbow, and made as only the Chinese know how, with beautiful embroidery. Some of the designs of old noble emblems, which had been dead for years; others were the pictures of beautiful flowers, especially their famous cherry blossom. Oh, how my fancies fly, lulled by the sweet, intoxicating oriental incense. I see stern emperors, laughing maidens, playful boys and young children. Look out 1 I am aroused from my dreams with a start just in time to save myself from falling into the water. A boat had once more helped to make the dear old gray cement docks, off where men may be seen mending nets, unloading fish, shipping it to foreign ports, or some old seafaring captain sitting at a distance telling his grandson of past glories, famous with her lucky catch of fish, which she was unloading. Oh. where are my dreams? BERTHA CHESHIRE, '32.