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

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THE GREEN AND WHITE 13 the laughter of the others who had gathered around. Then he took their “razzing” with a smile and, putting his arms around “Pat, he told her that he hadn't known he had such a pretty sister. Later, when he was alone in his own room, he sat for a long time just staring into space with an infinitely sad expression, then he said in a tired voice, “Just another illusion.” MARY JOHNSTON. “Advertisers Make This Hook Possible' “DOWN TO THE SEA” I was sittin’ by the river, on a balmy summers' day, I watched the mighty water as it rushed upon its’ way. Oh, I wondered where it went to and from whence it came, I visualized it’s power turning wheels in mills of fame. Then I said that I would follow to see where it did go, As it hurried ever onward with its steady patient flow. So I ran my sturdy boat out and raised the mail sail high— She was speeded bv the waters and the winds from out the sky. We sailed by towns and cities as we hurried o’er the foam Every moment, every second drifting further from our home. Days and days we scurried westward o’er the briney deep, In the dav I watched the scenery—most the night I’d sleep. Soon we came to stately forests, where the wild folk s»rav— Saw does drinking of the water where the tiny wavelets plav, ’Twas a iournev of contentment—close to Mother Nature, too. As I heard sounds from the flat boats and the owl's “towhit towhoo.” Still the waters hurried onward, ever onward to the west. But I kept the boat a-sailitig and she answered every test. Then one day the waters roughened and we tossed from side to side. Though I fancied nothing like it, I was soon to end the ride. The next day I saw new waters—not alike my friendly stream— There they stretched far, far before me and though it was a dream. So this was its destination—was the thought that came to me. As I thought of what Jim told me—Rivers always seek the sea! MARY R. SULLIVAN. ’31. “Advertisers Make Tills Itimk Possible” The sauad went into a huddle. Some guy had caused a muddle, The coach yelled, “Rain,” Discontinued the game. And the players fell into a puddle. ANNE ROHRMAN, '32. LAUGH When everything goes wrong—don’t get “mad” and start to throw things around— think back and wonder why you re so mad. It reallv is funny, so laugh and forget your troubles. You know it takes ten muscles to scowl, and only three to laugh. So just relax those three muscles, instead of straining ten of them. Isn’t it strange that we should get mad. Some will sav it's a “natural savage instinct. But it isn’t—it is more like jealousy. We get “mad” because things we don’t want to happen—do. Haven't you ever seen a man, or woman, who never seems to get “mad ? One who always has a snappy comeback for any of your hard luck stories, or for their own? I have. That same person generally gets along in this world. They spread good cheer and laughter. They’re optimists, and we certainly could afford to have just about five million such people. Laugh at a thing! Don’t give up hope, because if you do, on looking back after a few days, or months, you’ll laugh heartily at yourself. for being so dumb. When I get a “funny mark, (which means low) I just shrug my shoulders and laugh, and say, “Boy, they’ll put me out if I don’t start working.” Generally I try to do better,—not saying whether I do or not, but I at least try. And in the lunch-room, when I don't get a nice steaming hot dish, all 1 can say to try to keep others from grumbling over nothing is: Oh. we don’t car for that anyway.” So, come on. let’s laugh—more and more. But don’t grin, and put on that “false smile. You don't get any satisfaction oip of that, l augh heartily—and see if you don’t feel good. Why. it gives you self-confidence and makes you feel as though there’s something worthwhile living for. And even though you fall down the stairs —Bump, bump bump—laugh at your own clumsiness. Then you’ll forget that the “bumps” are so verv sore. MARGUERITE RISHE, ’31 “Advertisers .Make This Hook Possible THE MAN WHO WINS The man who wins is an average man. Not built on any peculiar plan. Not blest by any peculiar luck, lust steady and earnest and full of pluck. The man who wins is the man who works, Who neither labor nor trouble shirks, Who uses his hands, his head, his eyes— The man who wins is the man who tries. JAMES O’CONNOR, ’33. Life is a dream, life is a shadow, Life is the winding stairs so steep; But when life is o’er and trumpets roar. Life is the vision of all good deeds. WILLIAM R. GUEVRF.MONT. ’32 Flynn was asked to bring in some asparagus for biology study. When asked the next day for the asparagus, he answered: “1 just planted it yesterday.”

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12 THE (i R E E N AND WHITE THE MISINTERPRETATION As Jack entered the dance hall, and looked around to see if he recognized any of his friends, his wandering eyes came to rest on a slim little figure, clad daintily in an old-fashioned pale pink gown. He didn’t remember any girl in his set who was so small and dainty. He mentally wished that she would turn around, so he could see her face. He was very anxious to know if her face were as pretty and dainty as the rest of her. For the first time he noticed the curls clinging to her neck. As she drew nearer he saw that she wore a white wig and a pretty pink hat shaped like a sun-bonnet. As she danced past him their eyes met and he had a strange feeling that they recognized him, but the girl gave no sign that she did know him, so he considered it imagination. His eyes followed her and her partner as they made their way through the crowd of dancers. He saw for the first time that the girl’s partner was his old friend, “Bill ; thereupon he made up his mind to secure an introduction at once The music stopped just then and the roll of the drums indicated that the dance was over. He saw Bill and the girl join a group and he immediately made his way in their direction. It was only just before he reached them that he realized that “Bill” probably wouldn’t recognize him with his mash on, so he thought he’d have to tell him who lie was. He’d know “Bill” anywhere, but he couldn't expect the same. As he came up to them he said with a smile. “Well. Bill, old boy, 1 sure am glad to see you! Where’ve you been keeping yourself lately anyhow? I haven’t seen you for—let me see, it must be at least three weeks. I thought you were a friend of mine. “Bill's” eyes peered through his mask for a minute, then he too smiled. Well, well! If it isn't my old pal Jack! I’m glad to see you too! I've been away for a couple of weeks, got back last night and here I am. What can I do for you?” “Well,” said Jack, “you might introduce me to the beautiful lady, that is. of course, if you wouldn’t mind.” For a moment, he thought Bill was insulted, he looked so astonished, then he gave a gasp and said. “Why, man alive, don’t you know her? Why she’s your own—er—she’s Miss Grace Campbell.” Then he turned to the young lady and said, “Grace, 1 want you to meet an old friend of mine. Jack Ainsworth.” As her eyes met his once more Jack could have sworn she was laughing at him. but she only said in a voice bubbling over with mirth. “Pleased to meet you, Mr. Ainsworth.” Then “Bill said in a choked voice, “If you’ll excuse me, I think I’ll go outside for a hreath of air. See you later, Grace, and you too. Jack ” As he left them hurriedly. Jack was sure that he too was laughing and he wondered what the joke was, but he forgot all about the ioke as he looked down at the dainty figure beside him. Just then the music started and Jack said, “Shall we dance? She consented and they glided on to the floor. She was a perfect dancer and she was so small that her head just reached his shoulder. As they danced they talked, and soon they were Grace and Jack to each other. After a while they went out-of-doors to enjoy the beautiful night. Jack wished Grace would take off her. mask, hut she refused, saying it would be more fun to wait until 12 o’clock. The more they talked, the more Jack found himself thinking that he had met her before, but rack his brain as he would he could not remember where or when. When he told her about it she only said with a funny little laugh, “Wait till we unmask at 12 o'clock and you’ll know whether or not you’ve met me before.” After that Jack felt as if 12 o’clock would never come. But he made good use of the time remaining. He danced every dance he could get with Grace and when she happened to be dancing with someone else he stood aside and watched her. By the lime the clock struck eleven, everyone knew that Jack was giving the dainty little lady in pink, a grand rush,” and for some reason unknown to Jack this seemed to cause a great deal of laughter from some of those present. But Jack didn’t resent this, for after all, he supposed it was only natural, for everyone to be surprised as it was a well known fact that Jack was a woman-hater. As he watched the dancers he wondered where his sister “Pat” was. He didn’t know what her costume was, hut he could make a good guess. It was probably a pirate or clown or something. “Pat was a regular tomboy, but everyone loved her. Jack couldn’t seem to recognize her among the dancers, so gave it up with the thought that he would sec her a 12 o’clock. The thought of the time made him look at tlv clock again and he was glad that it was twenty minutes to twelve. He felt a surge of gladness because in just twenty minutes more he would see Grace as she really was. His eyes sought her’s and she danced by with her partner. Just then the music came to an end and the roll of the drums signified the end of another dance. Jack hastilv made his way to Grace’s side, as the next dance was his. She looked up with a smile as he stopped at her side, and said, “Well, Jack, all prepared for the shock?” “Shock? said Jack. “I don’t think it will be a shock. You couldn't be anything but lovely, you know. Grace dropped him a mock curtesy and said laughingly, Just wait! I’ll bet it'll be the biggest shock you’ve had for quite a while ! Her words seemed to hold a strange significance that gave Jack a funny feeling, but he dismissed it with a shrug and, as the music had iust started again he held out his arms to her. It seemed that they had only been dancing a moment when the music stopped and they heard the first chime announcing twelve o'clock. Everyone started to unmask at once. Jack turned to Grace and with a light, excited laugh, tore off his own mask and waited until she did the same. She unfastened it slowly and then slipped it off and, as he stood staring incredulously, she whipped off the wig also and there stood his own little sister, “Pat” laughing at him. Jack didn't recover until he heard

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14 THE GREEN AND WHITE ROMEO AND JULIET The whole world is rapt in silence. Not a person stirs. The only lights to be seen are the lights of the star-hung sky. The earth is bathed in the light of the full moon. Not a sound is heard. But wait! There is a slight noise coming from the third window from the right on the second floor of the palatial residence on the left. Someone is stirring. It is a woman. She appears at the window, dressed in a long, flowing, white gown, which looks suspiciously like a nightgown. She steps upon the window sill and is about to step off but something stops her. She speaks: “O. Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou, Romeo? Suddenly the stillness of the night is broken by the sound of a Ford. Finally the cause of this noise appears. At the wheel is a young man, who looks evrv romantic. He gets off his “trusty steed and approaches the window. He cries: Juliet, my own!” She answers: “How earnest thou hither— tell me? The asylum walls are high and hard to climb!” “I came on my trusty steed to see thee, my love.” He runs to the garden and comes back with a ladder, which he places against the open window. Gallantly he climbs the ladder and ges his love. All is ready for a quick getaway when a man dressed in white appears. Tis thy father, Capulet.” Romeo cries in fear. Firmly the man takes the two lovers by the arm and leads them back into the mansion, over which is written : THE RHODE ISLAND HOME FOR THE FEEBLE MINDED Advertisers Make This Book Possible” AND THIS IS THE HONOR SYSTEM! The Honor System which is used in most schools is far from being an honor svstem of any sort. Anw modern boy or girl will find it impossible to keep absolute silence in the absence of his teacher. The following sort of episode can be seen any day in any room of anv high school. 1 he teacher, Mr. Bernard Quiet, known as Be Quiet. is conducting a class of about twenty or thirty pupils, boys and girls. Some important business question arises and he has to leave the room. Rising from his chair, he says to the class: “I’ve got to go to the office for a few minutes and I want you to be absolutely quiet while I’m out; there’s detention tonight.” A class-room of solemn faces gaz s gravely at him. They understand perfectly what he means. The solemn faces continue to gaze at the teacher until a click of the door tells that he is safely out of the room. Then, slowly but surely, the honor system dies out, and the class gets noisy, noisier, and noisier. First, little Mary, ’way over in one corner, begins. “P-s-st, hey, Grace.” Grace, however, is busy, but Lorena hears Mary, turns to Grace and says. “Hey, Mary wants you.” Grace then turns to Mary who begins the conversation by saying, “Say, what's the matter with you? Deaf? While this conversation is going on. Johnnie, sitting near the blackboard, suddenly spies a piece of chalk on the ledge. Reaching ovre, he picks it up, turns around stealthily, and seeing Jimmie Brown on the other side of the room, he lets it fly, hitting Jimme right back of an ear. Jimmie turns around and seeing Johnnie with a guilty grin on his face, he begins looking for the piece of chalk which has, by this time, traelled away over to the other side of the room. There does not happen to be any chalk on the ledge near Jimmie, but there is a nice, dirty eraser there. Johnnie, however, has not been asleep all this time and the eraser, missing its mark, whizzes over his head and hits Helen on the back, bringing forth a grunt from that vivacious person. Helen turns around and yells, “All right, who threw that?” By this time the whole class is in turmoil excepting perhaps one or two wise ones who, expecting the return of their teacher, are keeping a watchful eye on the window in the door. A slight tapping in the corridor. a glimpse through the window to make sure it is he and the watchers, grabbing their books, let out their warning, S-sh, he’s coming.” Most of the noisemakers quiet down, but some more adventurous ones wait until the last second. A slight creak of the aoor as it opens, and silence reigns in the room. Mr. B. Quiet looks around, smiles as he notices the studious expression on the faces, then he sits down. The class is quiet happy—they’ve gotten away with it again. But they do not known what B. Quiet is smiling at. He knows what has happened—what the class has been up to. Over on one side, an eraser lying near the wall; two pieces of chalk near the front of the room: chalk-dust on the bovs’ sweaters. Pieces of eidence—of what? And they call it the Honor Svstem! MARY MAGEE. ’32. MY CAR My old Ford is a real good friend. All you have to give it is a twist and a bend. A little lopsided and the lamps don’t light But outside of that, the Ford’s all right. It needs new tires, two front and a rear, And the horn won't speak from the steering gear. It isn't worth a nickle, But I’ll bet. bv gee. It brings a mililon dollar’s worth of fun to me H. CONNERY, ’33. Slosh: Can you tell me why magnets are like flappers?” Frosh: “Maybe it’s because magnets attract. and flappers think they do.” Junior (meeting a Frosh): “Well, what do you know. Jack? Frosh : “Oh, nothing much.” And the Junior blew out his lamp and went home.