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

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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.

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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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THE GREEN AND WHITE 15 “LUCK” Ethel had to write a theme. “There was no getting around it.” She hadn’t the slightest sign of a cold and had no excuse for staying home. She was altogether too healthy to suit herself, and the theme was inevitable. So she tore herself away from her mystery story and sat down at her desk of torture to do the impossible. What to write about—Mv Favorite Storv? hardly, she hadn’t any. The time she was thrown for her horse?—No, that was her own private affair and not for publication—too embarrassing. That was one of the time when one couldn’t be nonchalant bv lighting a Murad—couldn’t anvwav, didn’t have one to light, and wouldn’t if she did. In this war' sh” passed an hour and so to bed. She slept with a pad and pencil beside her bed in case she should receive any inspiration from above or below, or anywhere, during the night. Came the dawn, but no inspiration. She didn’t even dream anything clear enough to write about. School, and still no ideas—her mind was a complete blank. It usually was anywav, but it was even more so today. Her studies were neglected, and she went around in a daze until the period before the fatal hour of her doom, when—glory be !—a notice came announcing an assembly. Blessings be on the head of whoever was responsible. Well, she could enjoy herself for the rest of the day until evening came with the still inevitable theme. MARY MASON, ’33. REVIEW OF SONGS Oh give me something to remember you bv. Because you know I love you body and soul. And I will even when your hair has turned to silver. I’m alone because I love you. Oh ladv play vour mandolin On a little balconv in Spain And we’ll watch that little Spanish dancer Flirting with the peanut vendet Who after all, is just a gigolo. Then walking my baby back home, We’ll fight and be blue again But when I take my sugar to tea I’ll be like a ding-dong daddy from Dumos. Come on. would you like to take a walk? Ob gee. I’ll be hurt. Tears are my only consolation. If I could be with vou under a Wabash Moon Or 'neath blue Pacific moonlight We’d be reaching for the moon. I know your just an old fashioned girl. But vou are my temptation and mv ideal. I’m just a lonesome lover, thinking of you. Truly, I’m yours. I'm crying myself to sleep, afraid of you. Ninetv-nine out of a hundred—yet you’re so unusual. Whv can’t two hearts beat as one? All I want is one girl. Thev say, “She's not worth your tears.” So I hate mvself for falling in love with you. But I'm falling in love again. MARGARET CICFRCHIA. ’31 NONSENSE SCENES All through the day the sun shone. You could see right inside of day because the sun was so bright. The town-clock struck—struct a tree and knocked it over. Twelve times it struck— something different each time. In the middle of the afternoon it began to pour—buckets full of water. You could see them emptying out from the clouds. Soon the rain stopped short; I mean the drops came shorter until the rain came no more. It became clear—“It” means the air. So clear you could see through it. You know how air is. Supper was served. No one helped themselves. They were all served. Dishes hopped around on their legs. Some didn’t have any legs but use your imagination. The moon rose. You should have seen it. Someone pulled a string and up it went into the sky. Night had fallen. What a noise it made. Hear it? Imagination is in play again. Stars come out. People have coming-out parties. So do the stars. Out they come, dressed in silver and brightly sparkling. What a night. Moon and stars are talking together. Well, a woman will talk wherever she is and Luna does some talking. Well, I’ll go to bed. I guess. I can hear it calling me. There, hear it—creak, creak, creak! You don’t have to use any imagination here. The minute you get into my bed the springs start shrieking. I can’t kick. Life has been pretty good to me even if night did fall on me once in a while. Oh 1 Wait a minute. I forgot to tell you something of importance. I saw a horse-fly over a cow yesterday. I also saw the board-walk down the street. You don't have to believe me, but then, you’re not supposed to believe everything that you hear anvway . DOROTHY M. ADAMS. “Advertisers Make This Hook Possible' Mr. Burke (Junior Math. Class): “Vera, don't you remember the day that we did the example? Vera: “I remember the day but I don’t remember the example. Mr. Carlson: “Metcalfe, what is that “E” on vour sweater represent? Madeiros (from back of room) : “Exeter, the school for the feeble minded.” Mr. Carlson (Commercial Law I: What would vou do if a man stole $500 from you?” Pat Gaglio: “Bump him off! Mr. Carlson: “Who said said?” Pat Gaglio: “I did.” Mr. Carlson: “You’re just the type that would.” T. Brown: “Hev. Mike, what did Washington’s army need after they had crossed the Deleware. and made camp in Valiev Forge? Mike Rucci: “Food, clothing and boats. T. Brown: “Whv did thev need boats? Mike Rucci: “To cross the Deleware.”