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

Text from Pages 1 - 68 of the 1934 volume:

TO At. (Elmer 'rltugler JHrtjjes SUPERINTENDENT OF SCHOOLS, BRISTOL, R. T. THE STAFF DEDICATES THIS NUMBER OF THE GREEN A N D W II I T E GREEN AND WHITE STAFF THE GREEN AND WHITE VOL. I. JUNE, 1934. No. I. ISSUED BY THE STUDENTS OF THE COLT MEMORIAL HIGH SCHOOL. BRISTOL, R. 1. Associate Editor-in-Chief ESTHER HAZEN Business Manager JOHN R. MAGEE, JR. Assistant Business Manager RUSSELL BULLOCK Circulation Manager HAROLD McGUIGAN Assistant Circulation Manager BARBARA HUESTIS Senior Editors ELEANOR RAF. GEORGE SPRINGER DOM ENICK ANTINUCCI Junior Editors UZELLE deROCHA ALFRED LARUE Sophomore Editors ESTHER PERKINS SALLY CHURCH ] Editorial FACTS AND FIGURES A year ago the Green and White failed to make its annual appearance. The expected question was not long in presenting itself. Why, just why was the Green and White among the missing? This article is designated to explain the question. Briefly, the answer may be laid to that all-important factor, finances. True, the annual has appeared year after year, but that alone is no reason to warrant a perpetual output. Actual facts and figures will show that. The production of the book incurred many expenses, including the printing, the individual Senior cuts and group pictures, cartoons, title cuts and postage. All of these amounted in the aggregate to approximately $400. Now. for our returns, we get 400 copies, 100 of which go to advertisers and exchanges. That leaves us 300, which, being sold at 50 cents apiece bring in $150. Oh. yes, we do have an advertiser’s section, which in a banner year will bring in $250. Adding c.ur two and only incomes we find— Income ..........$-100 Output $400 Not too much profit! These figures have been compiled with every benefit of the doubt given to the income and the expense lowered to the minimum. Last year was one of the hardest, prices rose and our probable income we saw was destined to drop. Class meetings as well as faculty meetings returned the identical verdict— Due to financial difficulties, we find it wise to discontinue the Green and White. But this year we are back! Bigger and better in every way we are back 1 A larger book, more pictures, variety, everything for a successful book to be presented to an expectant public. Now may I take this opportunity to thank our advertisers for their help, and to the members of our staff, and to our faculty adviser, Miss Sadie Callan. may I. on behalf of the student body extend our heartiest thanks for your untiring efforts to revive our school paper. The Green and White. EDITOR. 4 THE 0 R E E N AND WHITE J 0 ±0 Af THE GREEN AND WHITE 5 LIT THE COME AND GO OF DARKNESS “Then the flickering shadows Softly come and go.” Such are the words used by the writer of “Love’s Old, Sweet Song,” to describe nature’s greatest transformation. As wc pause at the closing of day, we take a squinting glance at that great ball of fire, slowly descending to the distant horizon, the sun, in all its glory, is slowly disappearing to lands unknown. Silently and softly, the radiant spectacle drops. Its color has changed from a bright, glaring orange to a dull soothing crimson. Now it touches the horizon, we almost expect to hear a sizzling roar as the outer edge of the sun gently meets, or apparently meets the water. Instead, the water changes, changes from a cool, unhospitable blue, to a tranquil blanket of warmth. This reflection on the hitherto pale blue sky, also gives the world in genral a warm appearance. The heavens seem to come nearer, seeming to want to tenderly caress you with their newly acquired warmth. As the sun drops further, its brilliance increases, only for a moment, then, gradually the color fades. Now, only the least bit of the sun is visible, the water once again assumes a cool attitude, the skies darken, low hanging clouds appear on the horizon. They are heralds of night. With a last blaze of glory the sun has sunk out of sight. The change comes quickly, from the soothing warmth of a moment before, the atmosphere shifts to a cold biting covering. Now, from behind one of those dark night clouds, a star appears. The sky has darkened, and as the light grows dim. more stars appear from behind the clouds of night. The final rays of the setting sun have passed. The tiny stars shine like myriads of tiny diamonds, sparkling and glistening high up in the heavens. As we gaze at the array of radiance produced by Nature’s activities, we commence to notice various starry phenomena. The Rig Dipper, the Little Dipper, Cassiopca. the Rear and many others attract our wandering eyes. The skv sems to be clearing, there is a beam of white light streaming across the sky. it covers manv of the stars as if by a thin guaze. Clearer, brighter grows the sky. We wonder. and pause again to stare about us. Ah ! there is the answer, the moon is rising. The moon, that enchanting inspirer of romance, is once again blessing the earth with its kindlv light. As the pale vellow ball rises we imagine the conturs of a friendlv face unon the widespread surface of the moon. It seems to be watchfully guarding the earth in its deep and peaceful slumber. Slowly but inevitably, it rises, rises until now it is suspended, astounding in its beauty and supremity, in the center of the heavens above us. It is giving off a glowing lip'ht, whitish yellow in color. We stand, spellbound, gazing at the heavens, with the moon, the msater of all it surveys, seem- ingly likened to a crown jewel in a setting of sparkling diamonds. Now it is on its downward course, slowly descending, in a manner similar to that of the setting sun. As it sinks slowly the sky seems again to be becoming lighter. Now the stars are fading, the moon is sinking faster. One by one the stars disappear, the same as if the heavens were likened unto a gigantic building, all illuminated, having the lights put out. first one here, now one there, until finally all are out and the God of Darkness reigns. The moon has sunk behind a long, low cloud, hanging over the earth as a protecting guardian. Light, light with its blissful protection is now spreading across the sky. Once again we see the welcome sun. coming forth out of its delightful heat. Gradually brightness surpasses darkness. The sky is out of its cloak of darkness and into a life of light. The sky increases in radiance and splendor, and as the light of the world rises may we pause once more to thank God for His blessings of night and day ERIK BENSE, 34. ‘ THE DEBATING CLUB On Nov. 20. 1933, a debating club was formed under the able leadership of Miss Bradford, to train its members in the art of debating. Harold McGuigan was elected chairman of the club and Eleanor Rae, secretary. Meetings were held in the library every other week. At these meetings debates were presented by members of the club on such subjects as: “Should the NR A Remain As a Permanent Police?”; “Have Politics Been Benefited By the Nineteenth Ammendment?”. and “Should Report Cards Be Abolished in Public Schools?” Helpful and constructive criticism in the form of a general discussion followed each debate. As the goal of the training was primarily to stage a better delivered and more appealing Junior-Senior debate, work was soon in progress on the preparation of this major event. Harold McGuigan. Eugene Heilhecker and Eleanor Rae were chosen to represent the Seniors, while Lloyd Smith. Uzelle de Rocha and Domenick Capone, the Juniors. Ruth Kur was appointed chairman. The topic selected was Resolved: That the St. Lawrence Waterway Should Be Developed. The seniors took the affirmative side and the juniors upheld the negative. The debate, held before the assembled school on March 28th, was very well given by both sides. The judges, Mr. Hobbs, former superintendent of the Bristol, R. I. Public Schools; Miss Stanton, registerer at Brown University; Miss Spooner, principal of Oliver school; however, seemed to think that the seniors did better and gave the decision to them. Much credit must be given to the teams and especially to Miss Bradford for giving her time and asistance to the club. Let us hope that next year's Debating Club will be even more successful! ELEANOR RAE. ’34. 6 THE (i R E E N AND WHITE OPERETTA PRESENTED The operetta “The Flower of Venezia” was presented by the school on May 10th and 11th under the direction of Mrs. M. Theresa Donovan. With fine scenery, good music, colorful Venetian costumes and acting that could not be excelled, the production was one of the best staged in recent years at Colt. The story centers around the Doge of Venice and his family. The Doge, ably portrayed by Joseph Druno, is heavily indebted to the Duke Di Bomba, played by Nathan Eisenstadt. In order to have the debt cancelled the Doge wants his daughter. Fioretta (Jean Tobin), to marry the Duke. Fioretta, however, much to the displeasure of her mother Paulina (Doris MacDonald), has fallen in love, with Victor Carrara, a young captain in the navy (Raymond Bullock), and is not interested in tiie Duke. The Doge’s other daughter, Lavinia (Elizabeth Warner), has meanwhile become acquainted with the Duke and secretely loves him. The Doge plans to get rid of Victor by foul means and for this purpose calls the family assassins, Orsino and O’Brien, portrayed by I.loyd Smith and William McCarthy. The two erstwhile assassins figure that the best way out of the situation is to poison the Duke, not Victor, whom they like. Accordingly they place a “pestilent potion” in the Duke’s glass at a banquet and the Duke, drinking it. falls insensible to the floor. Lavinia rushes to his aid with an antidote and revives him. When the Duke recognizes his saviour he realizes her charms and falls in love with her. Since Lavinia is also the Doge’s daughter, the Duke obligingly cancels the Doge’s debt, thus leaving the coast clear for the complete happiness of Fioretta and Victor. In such a brief sketch as this it is impossible to adequatelv describe the good singing oi the large sailor chorus or the chorus of beautiful Venetian girls, or the pleasing duets sung by the principals. Minor characters in the operetta were played bv Olivia Andrade, Addison Hill and George Wilson. H. Me GUI GAN, 34. ------- -------- COMING EVENTS You must’s mind the finals—, They’re really lots of fun— Just keep on writing all you know Until the paper’s done. They’re sure to ask just what you know. They’d hate to see you fail—” Besides, it might affect your health And leave you weak and frail. So when you’ve finished your exams, Go home content and gay. No matter what mistakes you’ve made. You’re sure to get straight “A.” Somehow these words don’t comfort me, I don’t know what they lack— But I feel a horrid shiver Come creeping up mv back. EXCHANGE. OPTIMISM Optimism is the hope of the earth, the will to look forward and to believe that all is well. Everywhere there is pessimism, a belief in the doom oi all things, and in the destruction of humanity; but faith, based on reason, refuses to hold life as an empty dream. The optimist believes in earnestness, reality, in the purpose for which he exists. The difference bet wen the optimist and the pessimist, between faith and cynicism, is largely the difference between knowledge and ignorance. How true this statement is! Sentiment may influence us to believe that the world is following the path of distruction, of ruin, but history replies that good will come. Let us. therefore, if we are to be optimists, base our convictions on solid facts and reason; in short, let us know why we believe. The foundation of sane optimism is found in history, which shows us. that in spite of dark periods of ignorance and evil, which go hand in hand, men has risen to higher things and greater powers. Look at the world of today! Is it not beyond all the dreams of yesterday? Accordingly, will not the world of tomorrow lie even farther beyond our imaginations? The past is a prophecy of the time to come: the promise of what man yet will do. is in the things that man has done. A vision of a sea without a battleship, of nations with- � out armies, of universal peace is certainly no wilder than a vision of the world we live in would have been to Caesar or Hannibal. Our present civilization is a proof that there was a world of which the ancients did not dream. Indeed, do we not live in that world? What right has any man to say that there will not be a greater world if such a case is true? The vast power of the human brain, the mighty processes of chemistry are illimitable. Man does not even know whether he is alone in the universe. He has no reason to be surprised if tomorrow the mighty atom should suddenly release its power and banish poverty and weariness from this earth. New powers derived from cosmic rays, from the untapped resources of the ether need not astonish him. Only extremely dull persons will show disbelief is such startling events should happen within the next century. A single man in a laboratory may do more for his race than all the parliaments of Europe may do in a generation. A man in a scientific workshop may give us some day means of investigation, production and transportation that are inconceivable to us now. Only an idiot doubts whether the movement of the world has been toward good or evil. The world needs no defense or vindication. The illimitable promise of the future lures us. and optimism paves the wav. GEORGE H. SPRINGER. ’35. --------- -------- After Mr. Walker had explained a lesson in electricity to the P. A. Class he said. “Has every one sufficient equipment for the next experiment ?” Proto Mr. Walker, give me current.” 8 run i r e n n and whi t n RHODE ISLAND The spirit of Rhode Island, founded upon the principles that moved Roger Williams and his little band of hard. God-fearing folk to christen their first place of refuge in that State “Providence,” is best exemplified by the State watchword, “Hope.” Through the years, that spirit, coupled with a profound faith in God and mankind, has inspired the inhabitnats of that little State, and spurred them on to turn seeming defeat into overwhelming victory. Just as value cannot be judged by mere superficial appearances, so the true worth or importance of Rhode Island, fondly called Little Rhody” because of its status as the smallest State in the Union, cannot be estimated by concrete standards. For how can one set a value upon a State that has given to the Nation. and to the world, such men as Captain Benjamin Church, General Nathanael Greene. James Franklin. Stephen Hopkins. William F.l-lerv. Captain Robert Gray. Commodore Oliver Hazard Perry. Daniel Jackson. George H. Corliss, and General Ambrose E. Burnside? Surely a State that performs such a service incurs the immortal gratitude of mankind. Since its colonization in 1636 Rhode Island has been an exponent of the ideas and ideals that have made the Nation comprising these United Staes the greatest on earth. As one of the original thriteen colonies, she fought side by side with her sister colonies for independence, and for the right to establish a government of the people, for the people, and by the people. In 1812. as a part of a growing, thriving nation, she fought to establish the freedom of the seas: and in 1917. as a part of a great nation, and of a great alliance of nations, she entered into a war to end war, a war to make the world safe for democracy, a war to crush forever the scourge of tyrannical despotism. In the midst of all this turmoil, when racial and national differences were forgotten, staunch, firm, and selfsacrificing stood Rhode Island, giving her share of men and resources for the common good. In the darkest hours of trial and tribulation. Rhode Island, led the wav. like a shining light, with one word. “Hope. emblazoned in the hearts of her people. However, the service that this little State has rendered to mankind has not all been in the past: now. as in former times. Rhode Island is doing her part to establish nation-wide prosperity, and is putting into practice more and more the principles of optimism heralded bv her watchword. “Hope.” Rhode Island has always been an important factor in the industrial and intelectual life of the Nation. The State as a whole is one of the greatest manufacturing districts in the country, and is famed far and wide as a thriving industrial center. Small though it may he. this State harbors within its narrow precincts an imposing group of schools and college, graduating their annual ouotas of young men and women trained to take their positions in the affairs of the State, the Nationa, and the world. As a center of social and sporting acitvity, Rhode Island is unsurpassed. It is a noted summer resort, and has achieved world-wide fame for its yachting activities. As striking panorama of beauty, history, commerce, industry, and social activity, this State is deserving of our utmost and heartfelt praise. So let us pay tribute to Rhode Island, the smallest, yet one of the greatest States in our Nation! GEORGE C. WILSON. '34. ------- -------- ORCHESTRA NOTES This year, as in the past. Colt has a fine orchestra. It is made up of fourteen members, and has been holding rehearsals in the auditorium on Monday afternoons, under the direction of Mrs. Theresa Donovan. The members are as follows:— Violin :— Herman King. Esther Hazen. Peggy Math-erson. Angelo Russo, and Joseph Borges. Cornet :— Merideth Hawes. Maurice Smith, Jr., and Joseph Securo. Clarinet:— Lloyd Smith, and Frank Campagna. Piano:— Barbara Huestis, Bertram Bullock. Drums :— Anthony Bruno. Xylophone:— Anthony Bruno. A new addition, the xylophone, was entered th:« year bv Anthony Bruno, and he made quite a hit with it. ------- -------- SPRING Spring, with her golden suns, and silver rain, Is with us once again. To lift our thoughts, and soothe our pain. And make us happy men. Spring with her cresting floods, and budding trees. And willowy fields of green. And soaring birds in a fitful breeze. Faced in the bright sun’s gleam. Spring, with her azure skies, and pretty sights. And her crispy, tangy air. With exuberant days, and bracing nights; Ah. and a day in June is rare? Spring, with her leafless bow'rs. and dark lagoons. And the crocus peeping through. And twinkling stars, and, cold, white moons — 'Tis enough for me,—and vou? V. C. OTTEX, '34. ------- -------- Miss Robinson after asking unanswered question!—“McCarthy, it's a sh-nv some of you can’t get an idea once in a while. McCarthy—“I have an idea.” Miss Robinson—“Let us hear it, then. McCarthy—“I have an idea 1 don't know the answer. THE 0 R E E N AND WHITE 9 10 THE GREEN AND W h I T E PHEASANT A forlorn, deserted, little white cottage sits upon a hillside nearly hidden by trees, and if these same trees were able to speak this is the strange story they would tell about the tenant who deserted this attractive cottage: More than a half century ago a lovely, distinguished-looking young woman, whom, because we do not know her name just at present, we shall call Pheasant, had this tiny cottage built, which was a mile from the village and situated upon a beautiful hillside covered with long, waving grass and stately trees. Here she took up her abode. Now no one had any idea who this lady was who cherished, above all tilings, peace and solitude. When she entered the village to do her weekly marketing, she was the subject of idle gossip, as her exquisite beauty and mysteriousness aroused the curiosity of the villagers. For thirteen years Pheasant lived her quiet uninterrupted life—communicating with no one. and having as sole companion a police dog. Gabriel, who was her faithful protector. Nature, apparently was her chief interest for she took long walks through the fields and woods, talking to the wild life, picking the wild flowers that nodded their pretty heads in the playful breezes, and listening to the hundreds of little birds who sang their melodies amidst the sheltering bushes. One afternoon, returning from one of these solitary walks with Gabriel. Pheasant beheld three men in uniform standing on her front porch. Terrified, she rushed in the back door and locked herself in her closet. After calling and receiving no response, the men opened the door and walked in. Gabriel, barking, leaped upon the foremost man, but grabbing his pistol he shot the ferocious dog. When Pheasant heard the dying yelp of this faithful animal, she screamed and fainted. Led to the closet by the scream, the men broke down the door, dragged the girl out to a waiting coach, shoved her in and drove off speedily. While driving through the village the coach collided with another and Pheasant was thrown from her scat. When she regained consciousness she was in the center of a group of kind villagers, who were bandaging her wounds. They persistently demanded to hear her story, and because they had been so kind to her she told them that she was Nadine Ne-vinski, a Russian princess, who, detesting the life of a Russian noble woman, disappointed in a love affair, and yearning for adventure, had disguised herself and fled to America, there to live just as she chose. Until today, no one had discovered her whereabouts, but in some mysterious manner she bad. after thirteen long years, been trailed to her cottage, and these men were officers from her father's court, who had come to take her back to her native land. After the coach had been repaired and Pheasant’s wounds had been dressed, they drove out of the village, and as she gazed at her fast disappearing cottage Pheasant cried, for she felt she was leaving behind a very dear friend. No doubt the cottage cried too, to sec its lovely mistress depart forever. Now it stands upon that hill, king of all it surveys, and its vacant windows stare out upon this heartless world with a pitiable expression—for it is a house with a broken heart SALLY CHURCH. ’.V.. ------- -------- BLISS! When you're smiling bright and cheerful And you're feeling pretty fit” Then they hand you that darn rank card And you wonder what you'll get. Then there is no “Balm in Gilead” As friend Ed. Poe used to sav, For you're sure you got no B’s or C's And you know you got no A. As you stand ther hesitating. Wondering what you'll tell the folks. You think you might appease them With a well directed joke. Now you draw that dog-gone rank card From its envelope so white You think you must be crazy For the thing that meets your sight- Yes—vou didn't flunk a thing; In fact, you got an A You stick your chest out twice as far Wondering what the folks will say. Now. I don’t know how this—er—poem ends 'Cause you see it's just like this The moment that I saw that A 1 was roused from all that bliss— Bv waking up and finding That it was all a dream. Now. I'll bet I didn’t pass a thing. ’Cause dreams aren't what they seem. Now 1 suppose this afternoon I’ll drink the bitter cup Oh gee. oh gosh, oh gracious! Oh. whv did I wake up! GEORGE H. WILSON. .14. ------- -------- Silvery, .'taking the snow covered earth Glitter and scintillate. Even putting the great Kohinoor To shame, The moon rose. V. C. OTTEN. '.14. -------- ------- Campagna—“If I come up sometime, will you give me my mark?” Mr. Burke— What do vou think I am—Mae West ? ” ❖-------Hr-----jJj Jean Tobin 0960)—“My daughter got her sinering voice from me.” Doris MacDonald— You ought to be glad that you got rid of it SOPHOMORE COLLEGE PREPARATORY AND GENERAL COURSE 12 THE GREEN AND WHITE EXCITEMENT The shadows of night descended so swiftly that the little island was soon engulfed in darkness. The occupants of the “Love Nest,” the only dwelling on Paradise Island, lighted the oil lamps and made ready to retire. Somehow, no one felt sleepy, and as the only clock in the place had stopped, there was no way to learn the exact time. In fact, so little attention had been paid to the setting sun, that no one had the slightest idea as to how late or early it really was. The wind, rising suddenly, howled and moaned through the crevices of the tiny cottage. The five inhabitants moved unconsciously closer to the diminutive fire place. Mother and father attempted to finish a conversation which had been momentarily interrupted by the rapid change of the surrounding atmosphere. The two smaller children—Joan and Gene— raised their voices in an argument resulting from a game of marbles. Ethel alone sat in one corner of the room, shuddering fearfully at the commotion outside. She hated it here. Why should she have to suffer just because her parents had suddenly acquired wealth? What good was money, if Mother and Dad insisted upon using it to buy a lone, creaky cottage on a solitary island, just because they wanted a rest? How she despised Paradise Island. Paradise, indeed! Ethel, was tall, slender, but gracefully built. Her dark, wavy locks rebelliously escaped the ribbon which was supposed to hold them in place. Large brown eyes sparkled or flashed according to the young lady’s mood, and her small, red lips were pressed tightly together when she was absorbed with her thoughts. Most people would have thought that this young lady's cheeks would attain color in this healthy climate, but they hadn’t. When first Ethel had disembarked from the yacht, her cheeks had looked as though a rose had brushed against them, staining them with their rich color. Now. those same cheks had lost their ruddy glow. Oddly, Mother and Dad hadn't noticed this, or at least, if they had they did not mention it. The distant sound of a bell, warning ships of treacherous rocks or sand bars, echoed through the house. Mother sent Joan and Gene off to bed, then started to write a letter. Dad filled several of the lamps with oil. Ethel followed the younger children upstairs to tell them a storv for which they had been clamoring, after which, she. too. retired. It was approximately one a. m. Everything in the house was quiet, as its occupants slumbered on. Suddenly there was a streak of lighting, a clash of thunder, and a frightened movement in the cot upstairs. Ethel, wide-eyed, pale, and quaking, pulled the coverlet over her head. “Ethel, Ethel, came Joan’s trembling voice. ‘What’s wrong, dear?’ ’Ethel queried. “I'm scared! Suppose that lightin' hits us?” Joan cried. She mustn’t know how frightened 1 am. Ethel was saying to herself, then aloud she said, You silly little goose! What is there to be afraid of? Besides the storm is too far away to hit us. Roll over. Chicken, and go to---” There was a deafening clap of thunder, and the sound of splintering wood. Everyone was awake now, Mother and Dad came into the children's room, gave them permission to arise, and after waiting for them to dress, trooped down the narrow staircase to the ground floor. Shortly afterwards the sky cleared, and the stars came out. Dad, Mother, Gene, and Joan went to the west window in the living room to view the island, but Ethel went to the north window to watch the angry surf as it broke over the rocks on the beach. To change the air in the room. Ethel flung the window open. Did she imagine it. or did she really hear someone calling on a large.rock which was a mile from shore. She hastened to the waters' edge, looked doubtfully at the writhing water, hesitated a moment, then turned to her own motor boat, entered it, started the motor, and with the spray flying over the bow. went speeding to the rescue When she arrived she found three women dining to the rock, which was being rapidly covered bv the rising tide. It was an easy matter to get them into the boat and start for homo again. When thev were safely inside the Love Nest, and the story had been briefly related, Dad turned to Ethel, saying, “you don’t like the life here, do you. daughter?” Ethel smiled quietly, her eyes sparkling, her cheeks glowing with all the vivacity of vouth, as she responded. Oh. 1 don’t know. Dad. It's not so bad here, after all. I guess 1 wanted a little excitement.” ESTHER B. PERKINS. ------- --------- THE SOPHS Who are the smartest in the C. M. H. S.? Who are the ones who beat the rest? The only answer—The Sophs! Juniors and Seniors, let me mention. And call to your gracious attention. That we the noble class of 19.16 Are not just mere back-yard hicks! Fruly Juniors and Seniors, we re a great bunch. And I've got an honest-to-goodness hunch; That you’ll soon think that what Iwrite__ Is certainly most assured right. Our Alma Mater. CM.. H. S.______ Among all schools you are the best. When as Seniors we are to depart; Deeply engraved in each of our hearts : Honestv, obedience, and lovaltv to you, Colt Memorial High School—we’ll always he true. RUTH TATTRIE. SOPHOMORE COMMERCIAL AND PRACTICAL ARTS 14 THE GREEN AND WHITE SMALL BOAT CRUISING Probably there is in the world no sport more thrillingly adventurous, and, at the same time, lucrative as small boat cruising. By small boats, of course, 1 mean boats under forty, and in most cases, under thirty-five feet in length, and by cruising I mean voyaging to little known parts of the world. During the past few years small boat cruising has become an important sport, and many round-the-world cruises have been made by men who have afterward written thrilling books about them. For the present let us ignore the financial gain of such a voyage, and consider the adventurous. romantic side of it. There is no doubt in my mind but that every person, at some time or another, feels a powerful urge to dissolve the bonds of more or less monotonous surroundings and associates, and wander away to some far distant land where he can see new faces, be thrilled by new experiences, and enjoy a life far removed from that which he has hitherto known. Such a cruise as that of which I have spoken is often the result of such an urge, and generally serves to whet one’s thirst for adventure rather than to quench it Imagine yourself, for a moment, slipping easily along before a gentle, tropical breeze in a thirty-five foot, ketch-rigged yacht. It is night, and as you lie back in the cockpit, drinking deeply of the sensuously languorous beauty of a tropic night, you arc indescribably thrilled by surroundings. The blue-black vault pf heaven blazes with millions of diamonds, twinkling and Hashing as though in the light of dickering candles, while every now and then the white flame of a meteor sears its lingering scar across space. The gentle breeze, laden with that exotic perfume peculiar to the tropics. shakes the white sails softly as the boat slips through the little waves with a rustle at the bow, a murmur alongside, and a sharp tinkle of salt bubbles in the wake. You are somewhere in the South Pacific. You don’t know exactly where. All you know is that you are alone in the majestic silence of the night, that you are living at last, living a life of which you have often dreamed, but hardly dared to hope for. Of course, such scenes as this are tempered by wild storms at sea. when you pit your strength and knowledge against the fury of the elements in a great battle for existence. In the face of such a prospect even the coldest and most practical of people revolt against their comparative!v drab existence, and yearn, with all the intensity of their beings, to live through adventures like these. Among the many Americans who have circumnavigated the globe in small vachts, three men, in particular, stand out. The first of these three men is Captain Joshua Slocum, who sailed around the world in the thirty-seven foot sloop “Spray” in the latter part of the eighteen hundreds. The hook in which he recorded the events of this voyagle is entitled “Sailing Around the World.” The second of these three men to succumb to the irresistible “call of the running tide” was Harrv Pidgeon. who also sailed around the world alone in a thirtv-four foot yawl, “Islander.” and who told of his trip in Around the World Single Handed.” William Albert Robinson, the third man, made what was perhaps the most fascinating trip of the three. For three and one half years he sailed his tiny, thirty-two ketch “Svoap” ( Svoap” meaning Dream” in Norwegian among the least known islands of the South Seas, and the thrilling saga of his accomplishment, Ten Thousand Leagues Over the Sea, has become a classic in yachting circles. Of course, many of them have writen successful books about their experiences, but these three men stand out because of their daring, and because of their well nigh unbeliable experiences. The financial gain of such a voyage is almost wholly from writings of various natures. Many magazines and neswpapers are willing, even eager, to print these stories that attract and hold the public interest. The Rudder” and Yachting” magazines, in particular, are always anxious to run articles written by men who arc cruising, or have cruised, in far distant. romantic parts of the world. Writing a successful book may seem impossibility to the average man. but one must realize that, while it takes an extraordinarily clever author to write interestingly about nothing, practically anyone with ordinary intelligence can write interestingly when he has experienced thrilling adventures which to write about. You may protest that such a trip would be far too expensive, but one can live more cheaply in this manner than under ordinary circumstances. For example, William Robinson bought a sea-going ketch, outfitted it. and cruised in distant parts of the world for three and one half years, buying fod and equipment for himself and his crew of one. a Tahitian native, on a total of five thousand dollars ($5000). He financed the trip largely by submitting articles to various newspapers and nautical magazines. and he has received a fortune from the sale of his book. In addition to the expense, many people believe that a long cruise necessitates a fund of knowledge far beyond the ken of the average man. However, these people are under a fa’se impression. While seamanship, the ability to handle a boat under any conditions, is acquired only by practice, this practice need not be extended over too long a period, and sufficient navigation to take a yacht to any part of the world mav be acquired in two or three months of studying during one’s spare time. From these facts one mav readily see that a long, deep-sea cruise is within the reach of every man. that every man can make his dream ot adventure and romance come true, so let it be our purpose to “sail beyond the stars” in quest of—adventure ! GEORGE H. WILSON. U -------- ------- Mr. Burke—Celone. how far were you from the answer to the third question? S. Celone—Three seats, Mr. Burke. -------- ------- Mr- Burke—How old would a person be who was born in 1894? E. Bense—Man or woman? 16 THE GREEN AND WHITE “BLACK” The word black is one of the most picturesque and most widely used words in the English language, but comparatively few of us ever really stop to consider its actual significance. Before we go on, let us consult the learned Mr. Webster, and determine his views upon the subject. Black. Mr. Webster would lead us to believe, has a variety of meanings, among which are—“destitute of light; of the darkest hue ; opposed to white ; enveloped in darkness ; dismal, gloomy or forbidding; destitute of moral light or goodness; atrocious; evil; calamitous; threatening; clouded with anger; sullen. Certainly it isn't a word to inspire or cheer a man ! In substance of this, let us say the word over to ourselves slowly: B-L-A-C-K! Immediately, so the psychologists tell us, we experience a feeling of revulsion, a subconscious fear, a certain, nameless terror. Our fear is not a definite, matter-of-fact emotion; a threatening, fear-inspiring, sensuously evil web has clogged our minds, and drugged them in its meshes. We are, to use a psychological term, self-hypnotized. Obviously, black is a potent word. To begin with, the universe was conceived in darkness, for after God had created the earth he said, “Let there be light, and there was light!” God used the power of this darkness that he had created with the earth in a number of cases, in fact nearly every incident in the Bible is connected in some way with darkness. For example, one of the seven plagues of Egypt was a period of intense darkness; God gave Moses “The Ten Commandments at night, in the midst of a thunder storm; the angel appeared to Mary at night; Jesus was born at night; Joseph fled into Egypt with Mary and Joseph at night; and most significant of all, a three-hour period of utter darkness fell upon the earth when Christ was crucified. Black has, from time immemorial, been a symbol of sin and evil. Night is considered the time when criminals and addicts of evil roam abroad. The black flag, also referred to as the Black-Jack,” is the “trade-mark’’ of piracy. Who has never heard of a blackguard, a blackhearted scoundrel, or the ‘blacksheep” of a family. A “black list” is a list composed of undesirable persons, a “black leg” is a person who endeavors to obtain money by cheating at races or cards, and to “black-ball” an undesirable person is to bar him from membership in a society or organization. Black is acknowledged as a symbol of depression and pessimism. Who among us has never heard of anyone with a dark past or one who has a black future? A dictionary will tell us that a pessimist is one who looks on the dark side of life, and a certain well known proverb states that, “It is darkest just before dawn !”Blackhasalwavs been used to represent gloom and despair, and a storm is heralded by dark. lowering clouds. Finally, the psychologist tell us that the best way to punish a wrongdoer is to place him in a depressing environment ; a child is punished by being placed in a dark closet, and there is an ancient and honorable custom of confining a particularly obnox- ious criminal in a dark dungeon. Who is not more or less afraid of the dark? Most significant of all, black is undeniably the symbol of death ! Black is the color worn by one in mourning; the vulture and raven, generally associated with death, are “raven black. “Black cattle” are cattle raised expressly for slaughter! The executioner is always dressed in black, and the black-cap” is the cap worn bv a judge when pronouncing sentence of death. Many more examples of the widespread use of black might be set forth, but it would only be expanding this article to unnecessary length, as the material already presnted must have convinced the reader of the true significance of that most picturesoue of words—BLACK! GEORGE H. WILSON. ’34. -------- -------- PILLS (With apologies to Edgar Allen Poe’s “Bells”) See the doctor with the pills. Horrid pills! How many of them do we eat against our own sweet will. How we swallow, swallow, sallow A glass of luke warm water Which the durn pill will not follow, But hides in some throaty hollow, As if composed of tar and mortar! While we choke, choke And at our throat we poke. Contemplating not to pay the doctor’s blamed old bill For the pills, pills, pills, pills, Pills, pills, pills, For the whitish and the greenish horrid pills. See the vellow headache pills. Golden pills. What a mass of nerves that pill must kill! Though they are a pretty sight They are to me no shining light! From their glassy walled vials Keep me afar! For a pill I'd walk a mile, That statement is the cause for my unchecked smile-Rather eat the jar! So prav the land where no prescriptions are filled For the pills, pills, pills, pills. For the large and choking, worthless pills! Pills, pills, pills. ELEANOR RAF., ’34. --------- -------- Tall. Reaching into the very heavens. Its slender, shapely, form Rising majestically over Manhattan’s disjointed skyline, The Empire building. V. C. OTTEN, ’34. —-------- -------- Mr. Walker—“What insecticide would you use to destroy insects, enemies of the cabbage ? Doran—“Flit.” 18 THE GREEN AND WHITE THE TICK OF A CLOCK When one is alone ami everything is very quiet, one otten connects the tick ot the tall, stately, old clock in the hall with many other sounds of the world. How strange and quiet it seems for one to listen to that old clock as it ticks away the time. How many things that clock which has ticked faithfully for many years mu.- [ know! And yet it never ceases its steady tick-tock all through the days and nights, the weeks, the months, and the years. It never hurries but ticks slowly and steadily as if it would never stop. Sometime at dusk when things are apt to be quiter than usual, it reminds one of a doomed prisoner as he walks along in tick-tock pace through the gloomy discouraging corridors to his dreadful fate. Then again on a bright summer afternoon it might remind one of a joyful tune keeping time with the dancing sun on the window pane. Sometimes one wonders if the faithful old clock really knows its effect on the world and if it could speak what sad or pleasant tales it might tell. But it ticks on, faithful to all its masters and mistresses and when ;t grows so old that it ceases to tick, it will be carefully put away but will always be remembered by all who knew it. PEGGY SISSON. ’35. -------- -------- SPRING The skies are once more blue. The grass is wet with dew; The sun shines brightly once again, Senditig a warm message to Earth, its friend. The crocuses peep o’er the ground. To brighten the winding lanes around; The May flowers and the arbutus creep Oer the meadows, a message of Spring to speak. The air with sounds again is filled, Nature’s resurrection once more thrills. Filling with joy the hearts of men, Merely at the signs of Spring. Mother Nature is doing her share To welcome hack this daughter fair; The trees stretch forth their branches green, While the breezes murmur, there, unseen. Spring to me will always be A symbol of blissful eternity; Every shrub, every flower, in the Spring, The glory of God in its own wav sings. GILDA PROTO, 1934. ------ ------- Harriet West in 1940—“My husband had a hope chest, too, before we were married.” Cleta Connors—“For mercy sakes! What was in it?’’ Harriet—“A bushel of socks—he hoped someone would darn them. THE ENTERPRISE AND ITS VOYAGE The Enterprise is the name of a small English cutter, owned by Mr. Barber of England. This boat has one mast, is painted black and white, and is about 36 feet long. There is an engine in this boat so that it there isn’t enough wind to sail the boat, the engine power can be used. This engine was installed by the Herreshoff Mfg. Co. of Bristol, when Mr. Barber was here. Mr- Barber left England in this boat in the Winter of 1932. He sailed on the Atlantic Ocean for a number of days, finally reaching Bathrust, on the West Coast of Africa, in 1933. Somewhere on this voyage Mr. Barber picked up a young man, named Bob Stewart. These two men became very good friends. Mr. Barber and Bob took some very interesting, but dangerous trips into the interior of Africa. On these trips they caught insects and bats, and they took many beautiful pictures of the country and animals. The insects and bdts were taken to a museum. After sailing around Africa they set out again in the sailboat, this t'ime for the United States- It took them about -S3 days to sail from Africa to New York. They remained in New cork for a few days, and then set out again. This time they sailed for Bristol, Rhode Island, arriving here on November 26th, 1933. The boat became becalmed oc of Prudence Island was towed into Bristol by Captain Herbert Warner. The above information was given to Mr. Warner bv the owner of the boat. One day in March, 1934, this boat again left for Africa, this itme taking on it a crew of three. The new member of the crew was a young man from Barrigton, R. I. On this trip there will be a great many stops along the coast line of the U. S- “ELIZABETH WARNER. 1934.” ------- ------- A STORM What is that? Yes, it is the patter of rain on the window pane. Listen, what else do I hear? The splash of raindrops as they fall in the puddles already formed on the pavements, the slush of people's feet as they pass, mothers calling to their children ; windows being closed, doors slamming, the wind blowing through the trees, and the carpenters next-door hurrying to put away their tools. The rain and the wind are increasing, making it seem as if the very heavens, themselves, have opened. The gutters are full and a queer singing noise made by the tires of the automobiles is the only sound now heard; the pedestrians having sought shelter from this sudden down pour. How hard it is raining! Ah yes. the downpour is lessening and the sky is becoming lighter. The rain has nearlv stopped now. The wind is dying down, and the children are again shouting and playing. glad to be out after being shut in for what probablv seemed to them an exceptionally long time. The birds have awakened to sing and bathe themselves in the raindrops remaining on the trees. At last the sun breaks through for one minute before it sets. B. S. HUESTIS, ’35. fA A Jivie icrtit N , OTUH f LfAtfav- RAE. WAroLOf t vii' ErJVA ftuUijeK C -AOS 9 RlSh THE (i R E E N AN I) WHITE 19 Given I3±J S M I CLAib (j)V'ecTov' ]. 77)ev esA beuovAV 20 THE GREEN AND WHITE A SUMMER’S DAY—FROM DAWN TO DUSK A flicker of pale pink on the eastern horizon glittered across the drab, gray sky. It was the forerunner of dawn, and announced that soon the sleeping world would awake to behold a beautiful day. The prediction rang true, for in a short while the eastern sky was a mass of shining gold, and the rest of Mother F.arth’s ceiling was taking on a light bluish tint. Then, midst the chirping of birds and the rustling of the breeze through the trees the sun burst forth in all its regal glory. The picture was glorious! The dewdrops, glistening on the velvety grass, the leaves sparkling and fluttering in the early morning freshness, and the azure sky, swept clear of even a wisp of cloud formed a portrait far beyond the scope of an artist’s brush. As the sun rose slowly into the clear blue, the world detached itself from slumber, and prepared for the busy hours to come. A milk-cart rattled and clinked its way over the wet cobblestones. People rushed out of doorways, remarked about the beautiful weather as they passed each other hurriedly, and hastened on to hide themselves in a stuffy office or workshop. The hum of the early morning rush increased, and cars whizzed by only to come to a screeching stop as some hurrying pedestrian dashed across their path. Children laughed and joked as they strolled leisurely to school, and early shoppers rushed headlong in their haste to be the first at the bargains. The day’s work was on! The pace, although somewhat slackened, continued throughout the morning and lunch time found the participants of this great game of life seeking out their homes or some quiet spot for the pause that refreshes. The day had become sultry, and the world seemed to wilt under the oppressive heat. The silence of the noon hour was terrifying. The deserted streets were void of any activity except possibly when a feeble puff of wind stirred up the numerous papers lying everywhere. With a somewhat modified performance, the early morning rush was reproduced, and once more the business world was on its feet. However, the sweat ran, the punch was gone, and the efforts were only half-hearted as that glaring ball beat down relentlessly. The struggle against the heat continued all afternoon, and there were weary souls who turned homeward at the completion of their labors. A change had suddenly come over the world. As the shadows lengthened and the last repast of the day was being enjoyed, a freshening breeze swept over the land. While the sun was being tucked in for the night by the purple hills, the birds took heart, chirped, and then burst into full song. Its weirdness was entrancing. The tired folk, forgetting their weariness. stopped to listen, until, finally, with the last ray's of twilight glimmering across the darkened sky, the song ended. V. C. OTTEN. ’34. THE FORUA4 The Forum is a club organized by the Class in Problems of Democracy with the purpose to discuss current problems, promote citizenship, have social activities, and to increase friendly relationship among the members of the class. The first meeting of the Forum took place on Wednesday, December 6th, 1933, at 3 :30 P. M. The president of this club, Miss Muriel Aston, introduced, as our speaker, Mr. Fitzgerald. The significance and the purpose of social science was explained by Mr. Fitzgerald in his talk. Social studies are understood to be those whose subject matter relate to the organization and development of human society. These studies aim to develop social efficiency. Social efficiency is an appreciation of the nature and of the laws of social life; the will to participate effectively in bettering this society. Social science includes history, civics, economics, etc.” Mr. Fitzgerald then gave an account of the development of social science in the public schools of Bristol, Rhode Island. He concluded his talk with the purpose and aims of Problems of Democracy. The purpose of studying Problems of Democracy is to give a more comprehnsive and deeper knowledge of some of the vital problems. This includes the materials of all social science. You should strive to learn that which will aid you to become beter American citizens. Know and understand your government. Problems of Democracy is an explained repetition of life as it occurs day after day,” concluded Mr. Fitzgerald. At the close of the meeting Court Whist was enjoy'ed by' the club members. First prize for boys was won by Fortunate Caruso. First Prize for girls was won by Miss Lucv Ferrara. Consolation prizes were won by Gladys Rishe and Sereno Perroni. Refreshments were served by the committee. The committee in charge included the Misses Bertha Roderick. Christine Russo, and Mr. John Grav. The officers of the Problems of Democracy' Class I2C are President, Muriel Aston; Vice-President. Betram Bullock: Secretarv, Rose Campanello: Treasurer. Catherine Ebbits. The officers of Class 12D are: President, Edward Sousa; Treasurer, Emily Xavier. OLIVIA ANDRADE, ’34. -------- -------- Scarred and battered, Creaky and cracked. Witness of a thousand Hidden pranks. Container of the world’s knowledge And support to vouth’s ambiton— A school desk. V. C. OTTEN, ’34. -------4=-------- Miss Robinson—“Let’s see now; the next topic is The Rise of-- McCarthy—“The Goldbergs.’’ THE (i R H E N AND WHITE 21 22 THE GREEN AND WHITE LITERATURE IN “THE ROARING 40’S” That period between 1840 and 1850, more gen-eraly known as The Fabulous, or the Roaring Forties, included what was probably the greatest era in the history ot American literature. Although much sentimental, romantic, adventurous trash of the penny dreadful type was wirtten during this period, it is here that we first hear of many of the men who were later to become leading figures in the history of English, and even of the World’s literature. It is at this time that we find Bryant, Holmes, Lowell. Whittier, Greely, and others contributing to the many periodicals of the day. Longfellow was widely, if not popularly, known for his EvangelineWashington Irving shared his international fame as a writer with Cooper, who was no less known; Herman Melville had written some books about the South Seas, and was a very popular author; Hawthorne had done some writing up to this time, and was writing what was destined to become a masterpiece, The Scarlet Letter; Edgar Allan Poe was writing his incomparably fascinating stories and poems for well-known periodicals of the day, and had practically become a national idol; Emerson, too, had done quite a bit of writing, and was also very popular. Henry Ward Beecher was writing treatises and sermons, while Calhoun, Webster, Clay, James Hent, Joseph Storey and John Marshall were writing volumes of speeches and political writings. Prescott had a popular appeal at this time, and Mr. Parkman’s “The Oregon Trail,” was a classic of the day. The humorists of the Forties” were Cornelius, Mathews, Longstreet, and Hooper. Peter Parlev and Hans Christian Andersen wrote children's books. This period abounds with such paper-backed, dime novels as “The Fatal Feud, or Passion and Piety;” Ellen, or Forgive and Forget;” “For Ivach and For All, or Saetitia and Mary;” “The Great Secret, or Flow to be Happy;” “Allen Lucas, or the Self Made Man,’’ etc. The style of these melodramtical novels is thoroughly stiff and artificial, and embodies none of the grace and freedom of expression that characterizes the literature before and since this period. It was an established rule that every novel should be composed of ten chapters, so many writers of the “Forties meandered through nine chapters of rambling, disjointed events, and then crammed an abrupt, untimely ending into the tenth chapter. Two novels, in particular, written during this period merit special recognition. Both these novels, “The Wide, Wide World, and “Queechy were written by the same woman, Susan Warner, whose pen name was Elizabeth Wetherell; and although these books are artificial and in no way true to life, they are good examples of the novels of this period. The children in these two novels behave in the regulation style of this period, being verv devout. and acting far beyond their years. Minni-gerode. in his book. The Fabulous Forties, says of these children, One cannot, in all reverence, avoid the suspicion that the children of that day were insufferable little prigs-----” Everyone in this period wrote poetry. New material was being developed to write about, and nearly everyone took advantage of the opportunity. The poets of this period whose names have come down to the present day are Byron, Poe, Joseph Rodman Drake, Fitz-Greene Halleck, Swinburne, Charles Hoffman. A few of the poets who captured the popular fancy during these Fabulous Forties, but were soon forgotten are Amelia Welby, N. P. Willis, Mrs. hrances S. Osgood, G. P. Morris, James G. Percival, William Wetmore Story, ad the greatest poet of the day, the man from whom Poe copied many rhyme schemes, Mr. Olivers. In spite of the artificiality of the novels of the period, Edgar Allan Poe declared N. B. Tucker’s “George Balcombe,” the greatest American novel ever written. There were, at this time many annual periodicals, such as “The Rose of Sharon,” The Token,” “The Gift,” and “The Fountain, to which such men as Whittier, Bayard Taylor, and that greatest of al newspaper men, Horace Greely, contributed articles. Many small books, beautifully bound, were written and published, designed to serve as gifts on various occasions. These books contained many poems appropriately written for the purpose which the hook was to serve. The important magazines published at this time were The Youth’s Companion;” “The Child’s Friend; Merry’s Museum,” all designed as children’s magazines, and such publications as “The Literary Gazette, The Literary World,” “The Knickerbocker Magazine,” “Littell’s Living Age, “The Dial, The North American Review, “Southern Quarterly Review,” “Southern Literary Messenger.” “The Dollar Magazine,” “Peterson’s National Magazine, “The Saturday Evening Post, Graham’s Magazine,” and “Godeys Lady’s Book. In spite of the great number of American publications, many English magazines were sent into this country. The English magazines were typically masculine, while those of America strove particularly to please the ladies. All the great writers of the day contributed to these magazines, and many of them were true literary masterpieces. It was in this period of “The Roaring” Forties that the newspaers wer established as an important element in the every-day life of the American citizen. As the West began to become more thickly settled, sectionalism sprang up and gave growth to hundreds of politically minded newspaers throughout the country. Important in the field of newspaper work was a man who. as I have mentioned before, was one of the greatest editors of all time, Horace Greely. In short, the literature of the forties, however varied in content and merit, was actually “the dawn of a new era in the literature of America and of the world. GEORGE H. WILSON, 34. r i Cm 24 THE GREEN AND WHITE EXPERIENCES OF UNCLE EBNER AT A BASKET-BALL GAME Last night 1 went through a most nerve-racking ordeal. It was brought about when 1 consented to accompany my niece to the annual basket-ball game betwen the team of her High School and that of the neighboring town. She said we had to reach the Jim' before 8 o'clock. Assuming the Jim” to be her beau, I had the forethought to take along enough money for his admission, too: 1 know the ways of High School boys; but 1 was surprised, most pleasantly, 1 assure you, on finding out that the “Jim was not a boy, but the slang abbreviation for gymnasium. We were pushed into the building by a violent mob of students, and after being admitted to the hall, I perceived a crowd of boys. They were chasing a ball the size of a pumpkin, and when one would succeed in wresting it from a fellow player, he would toss it at a small basket nailed to the wall. Every few moments a man in shirt-sieves would come out and blow a whistle. This would stop the boys, and they, I suppose, out of respect for the shirt-sleeved man’s age, ould give him the ball to play with; hut when he threw the ball it would go straight up, causing the players to jump after it and creating a small riot. The half-clothed boys tried to put the ball in the baskets nailed to the wall, but whenever they put the ball in the basket it would fall out through the bottom. I suppose if the “Town Meeting had given more money to the School Department our children could have baskets with bottoms in them. Now and then the man in shirt-sleeves, getting mad, would blow his whistle, and when the boys would give him the ball he wouldn’t plav. but would go off to a corner of the room and keep the ball until he had recovered from his “huff.” Then he would blow his whistle, the signal for the unclothed boys to play again. This procedure was repeated for about an hour, until the shirt-sleeved man became very mad at some person who fired off a revolver, and, taking the ball, he left the building. The spectators, uneasy all evening, now gave vent to their feelings, and put after the man in shirt-sleeves. I, too, ioined this mob and I think if I had set mv hands upon the rascal I, surelv would have “wrung his neck. For I do not think that he had anv rmht to break up the bovs’ fun, after thev had allowed him to nlav with them. ' JOHN MAGEE, 34 ------------------------ - On a map recentlv drawn, one bright historv student drew the Siberian railroad in the Mediterranean Sea- ------------------------ - In a theme in the Junior English Class, one boy wrote, “He took out his sword and shot him.” ------------------------ - Miss Robinson—“Tell us of Bismark’s For- eign Relations.” History Student—“I looked it up and I couldn’t find anything about his foreign relatives. THE CLANG OF THE FORGE One of the nosiest yet busiest places I have ever entered is the blacksmith's forge at Her-reshoff’s Boat Shop. Upon entering, one is surprised to hear so many sounds. In one corner of the forge is a roaring, spitting coal fire, in which metals are heated to a white heat. Immediately after they are extracted from the fire, the metals are laid on the anvil. There one can hear the swish-bang-clang of steel upon steel, as the smith wields his heavy sledge; also one may see the shower of fiery pieces of steel, as they rattle against a tin black-board, like miniature shooting stars. From another part of the forge comes a chaos of different sounds. There is a t ittern-maker hammering industriously at a 'oodeit mold. One may hear a steady clang of hammer and chisel, as a helper shapes the wood for the molds. Close by are the huge melting-pots, beneath which can be seen the roaring flames which melt the lead, bronze, or whatever the metal should happen to be. From these melting-pots comes a steadv roar, a low spluttering, and an occasional gurgle. When the pots are taken from the fires, the metals are usually a verdant green, with a reddish tint. The hot metal flows int othe cool molding sand with a flop, a hiss into steam, and a low gurgle, then silence. It is very intersting to watch the smith shaping a winch, which is a delicate type of windlass used on the cup contenders. These winches are made of bronze, which is a very hard metal, even when heated. The smith keeps a steady rap-tap-tap on one spot for perhaps an hour, to alter the shape of the winch a fraction of an inch. Such pains are taken because if he makes a mistake, the whole process of melting, molding, and tapping will have to be repeated. Despite the numerous noises of the forge, it appears that the only sound audible to the smith is the 5 o’clock whistle, which announces the end of another hard dav. CHARLES WEAVER. ’35. 3fc-----5|e------5� C “WHAT OR WHO?” One afternoon, Miss Robinson sent Ruth Demers to the library to get Bense. Bense? Bense? queried Miss Osterberg. “Oh maybe she wants Benson 1 I'll look for it. She searched in vain for Benson’s History Book and sent Ruth back with the message that Benson was not in iust now. Several minutes later Ruth returned. “Miss Robinson wanted Erik Bense.” Just a case of mistaken identity! --------- ------- Mr. Fitzgerald—The law of gravity is that law which keeps people from flying off the earth. Vin- Campagna—What kept people on the earth before the law was passed? --------- ------- Sally Church (French IOA)-—Fie ran his language over his lips. H m I n z z ra BASKETBALL TEAM 26 THE GREEN AND WHITE “LET’S 00 A-SAILINO” “It was early on a bright summer morning and the breakers were crashing with mighty force against the towering cliffs; but already four figures could be seen coming down the beach laden with oars, slickers, lunch baskets and the remains of a once quite costly, portable victrola. As the figures drew nearer, one was able to make out that there were two girls and the same number of boys making up the group. The tallest girl, named Betty, was very dark, with a pleasant face, while Elsie, the other, was of light complexion with rather a sullen but pretty countenance. The boys were both tall and one, named Harold, was very fat, the other was called Shadow, because of his thinness. Soon the group arrived at an ancient and exceedingly dilapidated wharf, tied to which, rolling from side to side, was a small sailboat. Within a few minutes all were packed into the boat, the sails were set and the little vessel started out towards the open sea. “Oh heavens! cried Elsie, “what did I ever come for? I hadn't the least idea the boat would rock like this.” Gosh! It is pretty bad,” agreed Betty. Aw! This isn’t so bad, boasted Harold, looking rather pale. “You girls are not used to sailing on the ocean yet. that's all that’s the matter with you. Besides, if it gets too rough and you should fall over. I could save you.” “Conceited, snapped Elsie. “And you say we’re not used to sailing on the ocean. What about yourself, Harold Lawrence, and you, Shadow? You’re not a bit more used to it than we are and don’t deny that.' ‘She’s right,” added Betty, “and you think you know so much about sailing just because you read a lot about it in books, and sailed on the lake back home. If anyone does fall overboard, any of us could do the rescueing act as well as you could. “Pipe down,” moaned Harold. “You’ve said enough already.” “Gee! Betty, I’m beginning to feel sort of funny and I wish I hadn't come. Heavens! You're as white as a sheet.” “Haw, haw!” laughed Shadow. “You girls certainly are grand sailors. Why I think this is just grand---” “Well, if you think this is grand. Shadow,” cut in Betty, looking daggers at him, “have one of these sandwiches and here are some cookies and tarts, for you must be very hungry by this time. Come on, take this sandwich before I drop it.” “All right, I’ll take it if you insist.” He took one bite and a gastlv expression passed over his face, which he tried to hide by a sickly smile, and when no one was looking quickly threw the remains overboard. Suddenly, a sound of ripping was beard from the bow. Harold hastily jumped up and started staggering and reeling as the small vessel heaved up and down on the gigantic waves. The others held their breath as they saw him miss his footing, but sighed in relief when they beheld him standing triumphantly by the mast shouting to them that it was only a slight tear in the sail that wouldn't amount to much. “Hey! you kids, if it wasn't for me-” But his sentence was never completed as the boat gave a terrific heave, sending Harold into the sea with a mighty splash. “Oh my heavens! What will we do?” cried Betty. “He can’t swim very well, for all that he says.' “Shut up!” yelled Shadow, “and find the life-preserver. Here. Elsie, take the tiller and turn the boat about so we ca go back and pick him up.’ And as she somehow managed to do this, he shouted warningly, ‘Look out! The boom will hit you.” “Oh ! I can't see him. cried out one of the girls. Yes. 1 see him now. He’s trying to swim towards the boat but he can’t seem to make much progress.” “He’s gone under.” shrieked Betty, and before either the Shadow or Elsie could stop her, she jumped from the boat, swam towards the place where Harold had last been seen and dived under. The two in the boat held their breath as one second, two, three, ten, twenty, fifty, sixty passed, which seemed like eternity to them. Then slowly a bead appeared above the surface and they beheld Betty gasping for breath, holding on to a lifeless looking figure. In no time the little craft was beside the boy and his rescuer and tbev were somehow dragged aboard, where artificial respiration was applied by Shadow, which having the desired effect soon brought Harold back to consciousness. So the four bedraggled, would-be-sailors sailed the boat back to the wharf, and never were there any people more pleased to set their feet on the solid land again than they were. NANCY CURTIS, ’36. ------- -------- THE JUNIOR PROMENADE The Junior Promenade was sponsored by the Junior Class, on Friday evening. May 25th. in the auditorium of the Colt Memorial High School. It commenced at eight o'clock and the music was furnished by Paul Sterling and his Orchestra. The auditorium was very attractively lighted and decorated in the Junior Class colors of blue and gold. The Grand March was led bv Miss Marguerite Mathewson, Junior Class Secretary, and by Joseph Securo, Junior Class President. Miss Viola LeClerc, Junior Class Treasurer and Domcniak Capone, Vice President of the Junior Class came next, and the pupils and their escorts followed. The girls were dressed in colorful evening gowns which were exceptionally beautiful. After refreshments were served, dancing was enjoved bv all until midnight. UZELLE de ROCHA. ’35. ------- -------- Mr. Walker—“What is the composition of a storage battery?” Ferreira—“Well, some lead plates and—er— some-er-a, you know some of that stuff.” Mr- Walker—“What stuff; green cheese?” THI: GREEN AND WHITE 27 MY LIFE My first home, as I remember, was a very peculiar room made of glass. It was always dark, musty, and hot in my abode. All around, outside, it looked so cool and inviting. How I longed to get out! One day a little girl beautifully dressed entered and picked me up. She squeezed me, pressed me cruelly, then pushed me back in my bed. Once when I was deep in thought, I received a pleasant surprise Some boys came straight toward me and looked at my beautiful colored dress. One of the boys picked me up and said, Gee, fellows, look at this one: it is real pretty and her name is Pearl. My best girl's name is Pearl, too. I will take this one to remind me of her. A man picked me up, gave me to Bill, as the boy was called, who put me in a very dark pocket filled with junk. The next day Bill took me to school, showed me to some of the boys and girls. All praised me highly, making me feel prouder than ever. He then laid me on a hard desk where I lay for some time. I, thinking he had forgotten me, became very sad. I became restless, nervous, and tried to move around. Suddenly I felt myself rolling, rolling; I rolled from the desk to the floor. It was a terrible fall. Bill picked me. He punished me severey. biting my body, leaving scars. Oh, how it hurt! What had I done that made him treat me so? To roll on the floor, was that a crime? From now on, each time I rolled to the floor he punished me by cutting a little of my body. I kept growing smaller and smaller. I became so small that he finally threw me into a waste paper basket. A man took the basket and set it next to a large furnace. As I lay in it. I thought of the painful death which awaited me—to be cremated. I wondered if all my friends suffered similar fates. I regretted that my life was so short. I was to be burned to death. Alas, there was no one to put mv ashes in an urn! Not even a monument with an epitaph like this : “Here rests the ashes of Sir Pencil. He served his fellowmen well. Peace to him.” Oh, well, such is life! Glory passes with the rapidity of a flash. VICTORIA SOLDANO. ’36. ------- -------- Mr. Carlson—Sansone, tell me all you know about nit-rates. J. Sansone—All I know is that they are cheaper than day rates. ------- -------- Mr. Carlson—“What is corned beef?” H. West—“Beef that's been corned.’’ ------- -------- Miss Sisson—“What city in Rhode Island is noted for cotton manufacturing?” Wayne Smith—‘‘Fall River !” THE WEATHER Wather is always with us, and is always changing. It is usually the first thing we notice when we get out of bed in the morning. Perhaps the morning is a beautiful one, with a bright sunshine, a clear blue sky, and cool invigorating air; a beautiful Spring morning with the songs of the birds filling the air- It may be hot and sultry with still heavy air, that takes away one’s energy to work or play, the kind of a day that makes swimming appealing. Now, there may be a sudden change, the sky overcast, deep dark clouds fill the heavens. We hear the swish of the icy sleet as it beats against the window pane. It maybe that one awakens to see myriads of white dancing snow flakes, filling the air, falling to cover the earth with a beautiful white blanket. A rumble! a crash, a sharp light dashes across the heavens. Suddenly we are awarded that a storm is in progress. A few minutes later heavy drops come dropping down from the heavens. A thunderstorm ! To some of us weather seems erratic. Yet it is governed by settled laws. There is a reason for every breeze that blows, every drop of rain that falls and every cloud that floats in the sky as there is a reason that we may change our mind doing something. CARMINc C- CIRILLO, 35. ------- ------- Lincoln once took occasion to criticise a Greek history on the ground that it was tedious and monotous. One of those present, a diplomat, objected. Said he, “The author of that history. Mr. President, is one of the pro-foundest scholars of the age. Indeed, it may be doubted whether any man of our generation has plunged more deeply in the sacred fount of learning.’’ “Yes, or come up drier,” said Lincoln. ------------------------ - Emily X.—“Say, Bertha, what would you think of a fellow who wore red knickers?” Bertha R.—“Whv, I'd think he was sappy. Who wears them?” Emily—“Santa Claus ” ------------------------ - Mr. Carlson—“You can't sleep in my class.” Hibbert—“If you would talk lower. I could. ------------------------ - Mr. Walker—“I will give you a quizz tomorrow on lettuce ” Pinhero—“Gee! Mr Walker, lettuce not have a quizz tomorrow.” ------------------------ - Mr. Walker—“Watermelons are planted in a sandy soil. Vorro—“Mr. Walker, if you plant watermelons in a moist sail they will become mushy and will you have mushmelons (muskmelons) 28 THE GREEN AND WHITE A DAY AT CAMP My story opens on a morning in August. Time—6 A. M. Place—Switt s Point. Let me introduce the characters, hirst there is Ray, owner oi the tent. He is a mischievous lad, lull ol tun, but good at heart. You shall hear a great deal oi him in this story. Next comes Sonny, who might he classed with Ray. _ Gerald, usually called Squirrel-Baldy, is our next character. He is usually quiet when girls are present, hut full of pep when with the gang. He has quaint ideas about heroes being born and not made.’’ He also has a habit oi leaving everything to the other fellow, in the way of work. Marty, who has a way of his own with the girls, considers himself what others don t. His heart is in the right place, but his legs are not. When he walks he reminds me of a lilting daisy at sunset; nevertheless he is a great lad. Pancho, who derived his nickname from that good for nothing outlaw, Pancho Villa of Mexico, is a brute, at least h ethinks he is, but has a complexion that all girls admire. Although he has his own ideas about sailing boats, he sure can fry peppers. Tom. a romantic lad of sweet seventeen, and the best sheik in the camp next to Sonny, is one of our important characters. While the rest of the boys are washing dishes, Tom is walking with liis girl watching the “Lepidop-tera flitting hither and yon through the fields. Bill, who sleeps with his eyes open, is a tall lanky lad, and a second Abraham Lincoln. He mystifies the other fellows when he comes out with his jawbreakers. Lit, another hero with his legs and knees pointing East and West, is always getting after the boys for not drawing enough water from the well. America, who has a quaint way of saving, Ha-ay Ra-ay, how about getting some water.” Danny, the most useful lad in the camp, makes it his business to build the other fellow’s fire. And last, if not least myself, no angel by any means. I can get in as much mischief as the rest of the bovs, and as Wimpy would say ‘vam no angel.” 1 can play an harmonica, as all the boys found out to their sorrow. And again I repeat, I yam no angel.” I open my eyes, yawn, gaze about me. and my gaze falls upon Ray who sleeps in a cot across from me. He looks sweet and innocent, but when awake—words fail me— As I glance beyond Ray, I see rolled up in a quilt. Sonny Only his heavy snoring breaks the stillness in the tent. As I hear a creak, mv gaze hovels unward. I see Martv sleeping in a hammock above our heads. He is just showing signs of life. Beneath him I see Squirrel-Baldy who having awakened, remembers that it is time to blow reveille, jumps from his bunk and grasps his bugle. After the first few b'asts he is suddenly silenced bv a barrage of shoes, tennis, and whatever is within reach of the suddenly awakened sleepers. As all arc aroused Kay suggests tnat we throw open the flaps, roll up tne back and sides of the tent so that the sun might shine on us. Now, the boys start to make fires, and to prepare food with great gusto, with the exception of Squirrel-Baldy, who sleeps on making the tent quiver with his snoring. Thinking that it wasn't fair for the rest of the boys to work without Squirrel-Baldy, I aroused him by pouring water on bis exposed toes, drowning a fly that was sunning itself there in the sun. With a howl, he jumps up and informs us that he would get up when he was good and ready or there would be war in camp. When the fires are hot. and the griddles ready for those good old pancakes,” out walks Squirrel-Baldy with his frying-pan and a half a dozen of eggs. He, independently, informs us that we would have to move over and make place for him at the fire. As all our pancakes are cooked, Squirrel! is left alone at the fire, Ray. unknown to Gerald, throws a few blank cartrtidges in the fire. After a few seconds there is a sudden popping, and puffing which extinguishes the fire, and causes a great cloud of ashes to rise, and settle on Squirrel-Baldy’s eggs. The boys inform him that if he eats the eggs he will get ptomaine poisoning and die. He takes their advice and throws the eggs away. This did not discourage him. He goes into the tent and returns with another half dozen. He politely informs us that we will have to make him another fire. I, feeling in good humor, politely oblige. Having finished breakfast, we start out washing the dishes. As it is a very warm morning, some of the bovs lie under the trees and read books. Ray suggests that we have a sailboat race. As I like the idea. I made plans for borrowing a skiff. Sonny is to be my partner, and Norman, a boy who lived in one of the cottages, Ray’s partner. We line up on the shore, and at the given word start off. We sail to Camp Slocum and back. Sonny and I lead but as one of Ray’s oars break the race is called off. Now we decide to go crabbing. Ray and 1 are rather good at the game and it doesn’t take us long to get a bushel. Returning we get ready for dinner. which consists of crabs, fried potatoes, fried peppers, and milk. After dinner we go swimming with the girls; play games on the raft for about an hour and then go back to camp. We gather wood in abundance to cook our supper and clean the dishes. By the time we finish, it is dusk, the sun having already set. We build a rousing campfire and America entertains us with his trombone and Marty with a vocal solo, “When You and I Were Young, Maggie” I play my harmonica and receive the usual “boos” from the bovs. We sing far into the night. About 12 o’clock, when the moon is high in the sky. we turn in to bed, thinking of the davs to come. The embers of the glowing campfire die out. Then all is still. Nothing disturbs the quietness of the place, but the crickets, tiny creatures of the night. THE END JOSEPH T. DORAN, 35. THE (i R E E N AND WHITE 29 J © ) El 'L Bullock testing the ability of one of Mr. Carlson’s chemistry pupils. “Hav! A. Student, what does homogeneous mean?” A. Student—“An author of a book. Cirillo-—“Who has a bouncing orchestra. A Student in Agriculture Class—“What? Cirillo—“A bouncing orchestra—No, 1 mean a rubber band.” St. Angelo—“Good morning, Mr. Walker.” Mr. Walker—“Good afternoon, William.” Brown—“Good night. St. Angelo—“I’m glad that the day is over with.” Sheriff—“This is a last year’s license that you’ve got!” R- Gladding—“Well, I’m only shooting the birds I missed last year.” Peggy Mathewson, doing French—“What's the French word for lake?” Barbara Huestis—“Put down ‘loch.” P. Mathewson—“That’s Scotch. Barbara Huestis—“Well, you’d be close, anyway !” Mr. Burke—“Hereafter. McGuigan, you mind the teachers! McGuigan—“Does that make me a nursemaid.” Mr. Burke—“You have a good head for Geometry.” E. Bense—“Why?” Mr- Burke— Both plane and solid.” Two girls were discussing a member of the Stronger Sex. “How do you find his conversation?” asked one. Like the waves of the sea, came the reply. Ah! You mean you find it rolling, irresistible. vital? “No, it makes me sick.”—Ex. Miss McCaughev—In what two cities did the story of A Tale of Two Cities take place? Several intelligent pupils—“France and England. Mrs Magee—“Name four ways to send $35 through the mail? Miss Medeiros—“By money order, check, general delivery- Mrs. Magee— In the latter case what would you do to the letter? Miss Medeiros—“Mail it! Mr. Canario—“For Monday, write a business letter, place it in an enveolpe, address it, and— Miss Jamiel—“Shall we put a stamp on it?” Mr. Burke—“Now we find X is equal to zero.” Heilhecker—“Gee! All that work for nothing.” Bill— That barber is an artist.” Bob—“I should say so. Look at my face. He always works in a few cuts with his stories. —Exchange. “What did you hunt mostly while on your campin gtrip?” “The way back to camp —Exchange. Helen'T was at the concert Last night, and I heard the Fish Symphony.” Betty—“You mean the Fifth Symphony, don't you?” Helen—“Yes, the one full of scales.” Mr. Walker—“Mello, let me show you how to remove the valves from this engine. Mello—“You hand me a laugh, Mr- Walker. Don’t you know I am the best valve taker outer in the school.” Mr. Walker to the Agriculture class—“What is the study of rocks called? Jackson without thinking of what he was saying—“Rockology.” A 3L U The Alumni of the High School have kept their interest in the School by holding monthly meetings of their Association except during July and August. At our March meeting we heard an account of President Roosevelt's inauguration as witnessed by Captain Edward L. Leahy of His Excellency, Governor Theodore Francis Greene’s staff, an alumnus of the High School, better known to us as Judge Leahy. In May we tendered to Rev. Fr. Edward L. Walsh, a testimonial banquet. This was upon his return from the American College in Rome. Jig-saw puzzles are nearly forgotten now, but while interest in them was at its height. M N H was a very novel social affair. the Association sponsored a contest. This Our Annual Bridge was a financial as well as a social success. And our Annual Ball is getting to be a high spot on the Bristol social calendar. To show our interest in scholarship as well as Athletics, ten prizes totaling twenty-five dollars were awarded to the outstanding students in ten departments. At our November meeting we were entertained by several readings and a musical programme. It was a committee of our women members who fed the Sockanosset boys after the smoker for the benefit of the Athletic Field Fund. 30 THE GREEN AND WHITE ALUMNI AWARDS The Alumni Awards of $2.50, instituted in 1932, and given to outstandingly successful students in each of the subjects offered in the High School, were bestowed upon the following students at Commencement last year: English: College Preparatory...Barbara Kollmeyer Commercial ............Frances Gallagher Social Studies ....... Barbara Kollmeyer French .................. Mary Andrade Shorthand .............. Frances Gallagher Latin ............. -...Anthony Agatiello Mathematics .............. Bruce Matheson Science ..................... Jose Victoria Practical Arts and Agriculture Frank Duarte Music ..................... Henry Caruso The 1932 wards were as follows: .... ... English : College Preparatory...Samuel Eiscnstadt Commercial ........... Audrey Munroe French ............... Raphelina De Rosa Mathematics ......... Nathaniel Gladding Science ............... Anthony Ruggiero Practical Arts and Agriculture John White Shorthand .................... Mary Corey Social Studies Mary Magee Music .............. William Guevremont ------ -------- “WHAT THE LAST THREE CLASSES ARE DOING (The Alumni Editor will be glad to erccive additional information concerning the Alumni and their activities.) 1933 Mary Andrade—R. I. College of Education. Muriel Ashton—Franklin St., Bristol. Frank Brown—New England Shoe Co., Bristol. Lydia Fernandez—R. I. Hospital Nurses’ Training School. Benjamin Hazen—R. I. College of Education. Barbara Kollmeyer—Wood St.. Bristol. Mary Mason—Katherine Gibbs Secretarial School. Bruce Matheson—King Philip Pharmacy, Bristol. Elizabeth Matheson—Collins St., Bristol. Ruth Molasky—Bryant Stratton Business College. Josephine Proto—New England Shoe Co., Bristol. Henry Sanford—R. I. State College. Jessie Sanford—Noyes Ave., Bristol. Jose Victoria—Bay View Ave., Bristol. Alice Brightman. 1933 Walsh Memorial winner R. I. State College. Joseph Bullock—Gooding’s Lane, Bristol. Daniel Burke—Franklin St., Bristol. Frank Carmone—Carmone DiMezza, Bakery, Bristol Henry Caruso—Providence, R. I. Charlotte Church—R. I. School of Design. Harold Connery—Music Hall. Radio City, New York. Michel DeLeo—Providence College. Ann DeRosa—Imperial Knife Co., Providence. John Dimond—Post-Graduate, Colt. Alfred Dubuc—Albee Theatre, Providence. Leroy Dunbar—N : I: R : Co., Bristol. Vincent Fasano—Bay View Avenue, Bristol. John Flynn—N. 1. R. Co., Bristol. Thomas Flynn—Post-Graduate. Colt. Ralph Gallo—Y. M. C. A., Bristol. Herbert Gray—Sunnyside Ave., Bristol. Stanley Gray-—Alder’s Boatyard, Bristol. Emil Klein—R. I Soldiers’ Home, Bristol. Henry Lew—Phoenix Office, Bristol. Michel Malafront—New England Shoe Co.. Bristol. James O’Connor—Wood St., Bristol. Evelino Oliver—N. I. R. Co, Birstol. Alfred Paivo—Bristol Garage. Carmine Rinaldi-—Tortorice Co., Bristol. Elmer Rounds—N. I. R. Co. Bristol. Michel Rucci—St. St.. Bristol. Vincent Sinimel—Garfield Ave., Bristol. Kenneth Weaver—Herreshoff Mfg. Co . I-aura Balzano—Bristol Lace Works. Frances Byrnes, Bristol Exchange, N. E. Telephone Co. Josenhine Cortalessa—Harry Dress Co.. Fall River. Mass. Shirley Fiske—N. I. R Co., Bristol. Ronita Ga lio—N. I. R. Co., Rristol. Frances Gal'a her—R I. Hospital Nurses’ Training School. Margaret Gallagher—N I. R. Co., Bristol. Mar-- Grimo—Holly Dress Co.. Fall River, Mass. Jea”ette LeClerc—R. I. Hospital Nurses’ Training School. George I emaire—N. T. R Co.. Bristol Charles Mack—Atlantic Pacific Store, Bristol. Eric Marsden—Collins Aikman Corporation, Bristol. R. I. Lillian vnssenfeld—Bryant Stratton Business College. Evaoo-elin Pa:vo (Mrs. Eugene Ferriera)— Riverside, R I. Pasonale Perroni—Bryant Stratton Business College. Philomena Romano—Providence-Washington Insurance Co.. Providence. Dorothv Wardwell—U. S. Rubber Co., Providence. 1932 Frederick Alger—Cole St., Bristol. Louis Annarummo—Court St., Bristlo. Thomas Brightman—New London, Conn. Thomas Brown—Bristol. Grace Byrnes—Mrs. Henry Woods, Bristol. Josephine Campagna—B. W. Wall, Insurance. Bristol. Samuel Campanello (nom at Stanton Preparatory School, Cornwallis, N. Y.), appointed to U. S. Military Academy, West Point. Bertha Cheshire—R. I. Hospital Nurses' Training School. Raphelina Codola—N. I. R. Co., Bristol. THE GREEN AND WHITE 31 William Connery—Bryant Stratton’s, Outlet Co., Providence. Mary Corey—Graduated Bryant Stratton’s, stenographer. Providence business office. Hope Cote—Church St., Bristol. Agnes Currier—Kearney Hospital Nurses’ Training School, Boston. Raphelina De Rosa—R. I. College of Education. John Digati—R. I. State College. Lillian Dunbar—Collins Aikman Corporation of Bristol. William DuPont—Wardwell Lumber Co., Bristol. Samuel Eisenstadt—R. I. State College. Joseph Fernandez—Providence Trade School. Elvira Fusco—Usher St., Bristol. Grace Garvin—Thames St., Bristol. Nathaniel Gladding—Herreshoff Mfg. Co. Mary Golden—Garfield Ave., Bristol William Guevremont—Arthur Guevremont, masons, Bristol. Louis Guida—R. I. Soldiers’ Home, Bristol. W’illiam Leahy—Metacom Ave., Bristol. Octave LeClair—With O. LeClair, painters, Bristol. Leon Lemaire—Collins-Aikman Corp , Bristol. Robert Levy—Providence Trade School. Frank Luca—N. E. Shoe Co., Bristol. Christopher Medeiros—Borden Ave., Bristol. Mary Magee—1932 Walsh Memorial winner— Graduated Taft Business School; N. I. R. Co.. Bristol. Helen Mahoney—Carr Mfg. Co., Bristol. Charlotte Manchester—Cladding's, Inc., Providence. Marjorie Manley—Carr Mfg. Co., Bristol. Biagino Massa—C. C. C. Camp, Rangely, Me. Lorena McKay, Wool worth Co., 5th Ave., New York City. Vincent Mescall—New England Shoe Co., Bristol. Kathleen Mott—St Joseph’s Hospital Training School for Nurses. Audrey Munroe—Church St.. Bristol. I ra Newman—Collins-Aikman Corporation, Bristol. Marv Oliver—Newport, R. I. Oreste Procopio—Carr Mfg. Co., Bristol. Samuel Pasqua—Garfield Ave . Bristol. Helen Remieres—Carr Mfg. Co., Bristol. Anne Rohrman—Nurse at State Instutions, Cranston, R. I. Anthony Ruggiero—R. I. College of Pharmacy. Anthony Russo—R. I. State College. George St. Angelo—R. I .College of Pharmacy. Carl Tammaro—Collins-Aikman Corporation, Bristol. Mary Victoria—Collins-Aikman Corporation. Anna Walsh—Mrs. I. W. DeWolf’s. Bristol. John White—New England Shoe. Bristol. Magdalene Wvlie—Graduated Tefft Business School, Providence. 1931 Dorothy Adams is married and living in Providence. Sybil Anderson—Grduated in May, Truesdale Hospital Nurses' Training School. Louise Bell (Mrs. Joseph Robinson)—Bayber-ry Farm, Poppasquash, Bristol. Martin Biancuzzo—University of Alabama. Matthew Capone—R. I. State College. Ferdinand Carratura—Franklin St., Bristol. Margaret Cicerchia—1931 Walsh Memorial winner—-graduated May 17th from St. Joseph’s Hospital Nurses' Training School. Josephine Codola—Catherine St., Bristol. Helen Conley—Carr Mfg. Co., Bristol. Mary Cornell—Burton St., Bristol. Andrea D’Ambrosia—N. I. R. Co, Bristol. Oliver Desilets—N. 1. R. Co., Bristol. Joseph DeLucca—R. I State College. Claudia DeWolf—Sweetbriar College, Va. Edna Dimond—State St., Bristol. Frances Dunbar—Charles St., Bristol. Louis Durgin—A P Stores, Bristol. William Dwyer—Bristol Sewerage Commission Nunzi Gaglo—C.C.C. Camp, Glocester. Salvatore Giglio—High St., Bristol. Peter Gilroy—Newberry Co., Warren. Mary Gladding—R. I. College of Education. John Hogan—Collins-Aikman Corp., Bristol. Parkman Jacoy—Harmony, R. I. Marv Johnston (Mrs. Frank Garcia)—Hudson, Mass. Ella Mae Lemaire—Bethlehem Steel Co., Boston. Hilton Levy—R. I. College of Pharmacy. Mary Malafronte—R. I. College of Education. Charles Manz—R. 1. Soldiers' Home, Bristol. Cosmo Marabello—Wood St., Bryant Stratton Evening School. Jack Marsden—R. I. State Colle. Raymond McCormick—Providence, R. I. Frances McGovern, hairdresser, Providence. Vincent Nappi—High St., Bristol. Shirley Newman (Mrs. Joseph Kinder)—Hope St., Bristol. Reynolds Northup—State St., Bristol. Genevieve Pagnano—R. I. College of Education. Anthony Perry—N. I. R. Co., Bristol. Antoinette Poli, Providence, R. I. Angelina Ranalli—Graduated in May, Truesdale Hospital Nurses’ Training School. Marguerite Rische—Carr Mfg. Co., Bristol. Elizabeth Rounds—U. S. Rubber Co., Providence. Sadie Russo—General Insulating Co., Providence. Sadie Rvone—Married May 19th to Adrian Coutanche of Providence. William Simmel—Garfield Ave., Bristol. Mary Sullivan—Ferncliff, Bristol. MichH Tamburro—Collins-Aikman Corp., Bristol. Joseph Tcxeira—Collins-Aikman Corporation, Bristol. Fred Vera—Rhode Island School of Design. William West—R. I .State College. Hermann Wilbur—Oberlin College. THE GREEN AND WHITE 33 (illustrated Biography of the Senior Class ANTHONY EDWARD AGATIELLO Anthony’s one and only ambition has been to keep his name on the honor roll. For this reason, he hasn’t gone in for sports, but devoted his time to study. He is a very keen student in “math” and chemistry. He wants to be a professor; and we wish him luck. PET PHRASE: That’s right I AMBITION: A Professor. PARKING PLACE: Library. PASTIME: Studying. SUSIE ROSE AGATIELLO “I prefer silence to loquacious talking,” could well he said of Susie, a very studious member of the Senior Class. Quietly, she walks into a room, sits down at a desk, opens a book, and lets the rest of the world go by. A good friend is Susie and we wish her luck. PET PHRASE: Gracious! AMBITION: To earn money. PARKING PLACE: At home. PASTIME: Studying and working. OLIVIA ANDRADE “Woman's at best a contradiction still.” A serene countenance, with large dark eyes—a smile showing beautiful white teeth; that’s our Olivia. For two years she deceived us; so quiet and self-efTasive but in her senior year she proved her worth. The most indefatigable worker of the Green White Staff! The busy Cashier in the cafeteria! Conscientious, alert, keen to serve; so we feel sure of her success. PET PHRASE: “And 1 don’t mean maybe!” AMBITION: Secretary. PARKING PLACE: Andrade’s Store. PASTIME: Getting ads for the Green White. 34 THE GREEN AND WHITE DOMENICK JOSEPH CARMINE ANTINUCCI Dom” is the first of the Silent Men of ’34. Oh. yes, to all appearances he is quiet both inside and outside of class—but wait until he becomes excited 1 A brilliant math student, “Dorn” is sure to suceed at his favorite pursuit—engineering. PET PHRASE: “Don’t be dumb!” AMBITION: To become a good engineer. PARKING PLACE: The Library. PASTIME: Solving geometry problems. ERIK BENSE Erik, our excellent Editor-in-chief, is a good natured youth who has gone through high school wearing that same cheerful smile and those same loud neckties. He, however, deserves a great deal of credit for working for the success of the Green White. PET PHRASE: “There’s something about—.” AMBITION: To own the “Rainbow.” PARKING PLACE: In J. F.'s den. PASTIME: Eating. MANUEL BORGES: “MANNY” Baseball is “Manny’s” all absorbing interest, and how he can hit that ball. He used to have another hobby—being late for school—but we supect that he bought an alarm clock and cured himself of the habit. PET PHRASE: “How I hit ’em!” PARKING PLACE: Home. AMBITION: Football hero. PASTIME: Resting. PAUL CARMINE BRUNO, “PAULIE” What would Colt have done without this young man? —Paul Bruno—the most outstanding athlete of the school; Football, Basketball, Baseball. What a Star he was in each sport. One great boy is Paul. He intends to go to Brown. Good luck, Paulie.” PET PHRASE: “Bats!” PARKING PLACE: On the Athletic field. AMBITION: To be a college man. PASTIME: Minding his own business. THE (i R E E N AND WHITE .15 BERTRAA1 FRANCIS BULLOCK A cheerful, all-round student—Bert has made many friends while at Colt. Hear him recite in any class. You will surely enjoy his humorous remarks. Bert is also an acomplished actor. He was quite outstanding in The Charm School,” as one of the twins. Bert expects to enter Bryant Stratton and become an expert accountant, and we are sure he will be successful. Best of Luck. Bert. PET PHRASE: “Look at ’im.” AMBITION: Accountant. PARKING PLACE: “Model Grocery. PASTIME: Playing the piano. RAYMOND FRANCIS BULLOCK Well, folks, notice the perfect wave in his hair! The envy of many a pupil. We wonder if this is the reason why a certain Junior girl finds him “so wonderful.” Ray is a fine athlete going in for all sports. He did a very fine piece of acting as the Marquis Di Livio in “The Flower of Venezia.” PET PHRASE: “That's all right.” AMBITION: Molder. PASTIM E: Swimming. PARKING PLACE: With Nancy. CHRISTINE BYRNES Talk, talk, talk,—and more talk. Yes, Christine is around. Did you ever see Christine without Esther or Esther without Christina? Neither did we. School doesn’t seem to agree with her or is it the other way around? Our best wishes go to you, Christine. PET PHRASE: Oh, my cow!” AMB1TION: Stenographer. PARKING PLACE: Hope Street. PASTIME: Doing nothing. FRANK JOSEPH CAMPAGNA Frank is one of the loyal members of the orchestra, with a very special way of playing the saxaphone— a way that the girls seem to like, especially the Sophomore girls. He has always been ready to lend a helping hand. He likes to argue—especially in chemistry class. However, he is quite popular. PET PHRASE: 111 be there!” AMBITION: A doctor. PARKING PLACE: Library. PASTIME: Talking. 36 THE GREEN AND WHITE ANGELA ROSE CAMPANELLA Quiet but interesting is this dark haired lass. Rose's interest in athletics is very keen. She is a steady follower of the school teams. School does not seem to appeal to her, for look at her at 8:45 in the morning and see for yourself. What is it. Rose? Good Luck? PET PHRASE: “Oh, Shucks! AMBITION: Secretary. PARKING PLACE: Any easy chair PASTIME: Reading. FGRTUNATO DOMENICK CARUSO, “FISHEY” A bundle of pep and spirit is this bov, always fighting on the athletic field, (once in a while off the field, too). Baseball, Football and Basketball, a hero in each sport. Some dancer, too! PET PHRASE: “Aw. go on.” AMBITION: We think he wants a fish market. PARKING PLACE: Bill Maisano’s Store. PASTIME: Sports and dances. SAMUEL JOSEPH CELONE, “SAMMY” A blond curly-headed boy with lots of imagination— that’s Sammy. Sammy makes all our classes interesting with his radical theories. He's not interested in school activities, but that's because he has too many outside interests. PARKING PLACE: Bill’s Store. PET PHRASE: “I'm flat!” PASTIME: Walking. AMBITION: To be a financier. ESTHER CONLEY Behold 1 One of the best looking girls in our class. Esther is not only noted for her beauty, but she is also a good worker. What would we do without Esther to run the mimeograph machine? Esther is known as a “Good Sport,” and we know that she will succeed in whatever she undertakes. PET PHRASE: “Honest?” AMBITION: A young man’s Secretary. PARKING PLACE: Room 5. PASTIME: Keeping her dates straight. THE (i R E E N AND WHITE 37 CLETA CONNORS Twinkle! Twinkle—Did you ever notice that mischievous twinkle in Cleta’s eyes? Peppy” That’s the adjective to describe her. A great favorite around the school is Cleta, who is very well known for her antics and original expressions. Did you see her do a tap dance in The Charm School? Clever? One might say of her: “Good things come in small packages. PET PHRASE: “Oh, boy!” AMBITION: To grow up. PARKING PLACE: Church Street. PASTIME: Doin’ the Uptown, Lowdown. ANNE ESTELLE D’ALESSIO Do you see a smiling face coming into the room at 8:15? That's Anne. The reason for her near tardiness is that she has to take some twenty-odd curlers out of her hair. Nevertheless, Anne is a very popular girl and helps at all school functions. Have you seen her whirl around the dance floor? Can she dance! Good luck, Anne! PET PHRASE: “Oh. Yeah! AMBITION: Somebody’s stenog. PASTIME: Dancing. PARKING PLACE: In front of any mirror. MAE MARGARET DESROSIER We seldom hear fron Mae for this reason, many people think she is quiet and shy, but those who know her find her far, far different. The portrayal of “Lillian Stafford” in the “Charm School” was very well suited to her. She is always to be found with her pals—Gladys, and Ruth—one and inseperable. PET PHRASE: “Give me your wing. Pal.” AMBITION: Somebody’s stenog. PASTIME: Attending the movies. PARKING PLACE: Spanish Villa. FANNIE NORMA DeFELICE Behold! The smallest and most quiet of all. Fannie is shy. but this does not keep her from giving a helping hand to a friend. She is keenly interested in all school sports. Fannie takes part in all school functions. Good luck. Fannie ! PET PHRASE: “Oh, dear! AMBITION: Nurse. PARKING PLACE: The Salzatio Homestead. PASTIME: Reading. 38 THE GREEN AND WHITE MARY LOUISE DeFELICE A loud giggle—Who can it be?—None other than Mary. Wherever you see Rebecca you can rest assured that Mary is nearby. Whenever a helping hand is needed you will find that Mary is always ready to serve. Mary expects to become somebody's stenographer, and we are sure she will make a good one. PET PHRASE: “Oh, Isn’t she cute!’' AMBITION: Stenographer. PARKING PLACE: Corner of Bradford and High. PASTIME: Talking. CAROLINE LILLIAN DiDONNA Do you see a shadow at the end of the hall—perhaps there are two? It is Caroline and Anna.. These two girls are inseparable. Rumor has it that she intends to study for a Government position. Good Luck! PET PHRASE: “You don’t say!’’ AMBITION: A nurse. PARKING PLACE: The Library. PASTIME: Chattering. LEONARD LEROY DONOVAN Big, but quiet. That’s Leonard. Quite a star in the Practical Arts Course. Likes all sports, but baseball in particular. Usually to be found with Bullock, his pal. A good scout in more ways than one. PHRASE: “Say, Mr. Walker?” AMBITION: To be a great hero. PARKING PLACE: A certain car. PASTIME: Sports. LYDIA CATHERINE EBBITTS Do you remember how scared Catherine used to be of Mr. Carlson? She found chemistry such a pleasure' Cheer up, Catherine—better days are here. No more skipping out to get the 1 :45 bus. Everything considered, this classmate of ours is a good little sport—a little demure, but a good companion. A nurse? Maybe! PET PHRASE: “Why don’t I grow up!’’ AMBITION: Nurse. PARKING PLACE: Riverside. PASTIME: Studying geometry. (Ahem!) ♦ THE (i R E E N AND WHITE 39 NATHAN EISENSTADT Possessor of the best bass voice in the school; member of the football squad; provider of transportation to out-of-town basketball games—these are Nate's outstanding accomplishments. PET PHRASE: ‘How are you goin’ to the game tonight?' AMBITION: To own the largest department store in town. PARKING PLACE: Who knows? PASTIME: Advertising. LUCY MARY FERRARA A quiet Miss? Oh, by no means. Lucy can surely talk. She is usually found among those who attend the school functions. We wonder why Lucy is so interested in the Sophs. Anyway, we wish her lots of luck. PET PHRASE: “Oh, Yeah!” AMBITION: Stenographer. PARKING PLACE: Lyric. PASTIME: Attending the movies. HERMAN FRANK (iABLINSKE Did you see Herman take the part of David McKenzie in the “Charm School ? Wasn’t he good! It doesn't seem possible that he is such a quiet youth. A great football fan! An excellent commercial student. PET PHRASE: “Yeah!” AMBITION: Entry into the business world. PARKING PLACE :St. Michael’s Parish. PAST!ME : Carpentry. MARY ROSE (iALLAGHEk Did any one ever hear Mary get boisterous? No, I do not believe that it could be possible! Since the Spring term started, she has arrived very early at school, usually trailing Jean. Then the two of them exchange the gossip and proceed to doll up.” After that, Mary settles down to a very quiet day. Good, kind, she is a girl in whom there reigns a singular and charming combination of tenderness and generosity. PET PHRASE: Oh, gee whiz!” AMBITION: To be a nurse. PARKING PLACE: At home. PASTIME: Movies. 40 THE UKEI-N AND WHITE JOSEPH EUGENE (iUISTI If the early bird catches the worm, Joe ought to he a big success because he is the boy who opens up the school every morning. We wonder how he does it—arriving at seven thirty. Joe is going to Providence College and we wish him success. PET PHRASE: “What! What! AMBITION: To go to college. PARKING PLACE: The Bakery. PASTIME: Study. JOHN FREDERICK GRAY Remember that part played by John in “The Charm School?’’ Tim, one of the twins who toiled not? Well— John isn't so indifferent to work as one is sometimes led to believe. A good pal is John, ready to lend a helping hand on all occasions. PET PHRASE: Get out!’’ AMBITION: To be an orator. PARKING PLACE: Resting. PASTIME: Walking. ’ MEREDITH HAWES For one year “Merrie” had the distinction of being the only member of the fairer sex to belong to the orchestra, of which she has been a loyal member. Although of rather a retiring disposition, Meredith is a fine classmate, always ready to help out. although it may mean a four and one-half mile walk home. Rhode Island State College is her hope, and we wish her success. PET PHRASE: “Oh, yeah !” AM BITION: Cornetist. PARKING PLACE: Room One. PASTIME: Making her brothers mind her. EUGENE CURTIS HEILHECKER, JR. He supplies the laughs and where would the Senior debating team be without him? He’s also another basketball fan. His good humor will take him far. PET PHRASE: “Aw nerts.” AMBITION: Not sure, but probably a comedian. PARKING PLACE: Somewhere on the Highlands. PASTIME: Wisecracks and shooting. THE (i R E E N AND WHITE 1 ALAN H1BBERT Quietness plus—many other good qualities go to make up this fellow. Not much for sports or socials, hut he may surprise us yet! A great artist. PET PHRASE: How’s yer liver?’’ AMBITION: Commercial art. PARKING PLACE: 865 Hope Street (NOT his home). PASTIME: Listening. ELWIN ADDISON HILL, JR. We used to consider Addison to be the smallest boy in the class, but lately he has surprised us and has come up in the world. He also proved to be a very good manager of our '34 basketball team. PET PHRASE: “You wouldn't be kidding me?’ AMBITION: To keep on growing. PARKING PLACE: On anyone’s stone wall. PASTIME: Tossing doughnuts. RUTH MAY HORNE Here’s to the smiling, red-haired, commedienne of our class. Hear her tell the silliest and funniest jokes without a smile. Ruth's cheerful disposition makes our school days bright and sunny. Ruth intends to be a nurse and I am sure we all wish to get sick. Don't we? Good luck, Ruth 1 PET PHRASE: “Sit down! AMBITION: Nurse. PARKING PLACE: Room One. PASTIME: Attending the movies. EDWIN REED JACKSON Here is the boy who has been responsible for all the beautiful stage scenery used here at Colt during the last four or five years. Why, he even started working on stage settings when in Guiteras. No performance of a musical comedy without Eddie.” Besides his great ability as an artist, Eddie is a football star, having played in most of the games. A good, all ’round chap—a good friend to have is Edwin. Success—old boy—that's our wish to you. PET PHRASE: Use your imagination. AMBITION: An artist of renown. PARKING PLACE: The “Y.” PASTIME: Painting. 42 THE GREEN AND WHITE HERMAN ARRUDA KING Step up. folks, and take a good look ! Here you behold the very successful leader of the school orchestra, a regular Rubinoff. We shall be disappointed if Herman isn't leader of some famous orchestra, because his tunes are always merry and snappy. Herman prefers blondes, but as his taste is excellent, we forgive him for that. Good luck. Pal! PET PHRASE: “Music makes me.” AMBITION: To be Rubinoff 11. PARKING PLACE: The “Y” PASTIME: Peg-ging away. REBECCA LARICE A good student, always willing to help everyone— that's Rebecca. You will find that she is a good companion when you’re down and out During the two-minute recess you will always find Rebecca busily talking in Room One. Rebecca expects to be a secretary some day and we wish her lots of luck. PET PHRASE: Don't be so dumb!” AM BITION : Secretary. PARKING PLACE: Corner of Bradford and High. PASTIME: Talking. DORIS MacDONALD Dot, our Senior red-head, is certainly full of high spirits out of school, but when confronted with chemistry and history books—? What a difference. She impersonates old maids excellently, but we doubt if she will ever be one. PET PHRASE: “Why don’tcha come up and see me sometime?” AMBITION: To act parts in plays other than old maids. PARKING PLACE: In 38,861. PASTIME: Keeping tabs on Fall River. JOHN ROBERT MAGEE, JR. Junior is noted for his humorous descriptions of basketball games, baseball games, school systems—in fact each and every common incident that strikes his fancy. Besides writing these he finds time to keep himself high in scholastic standing, attend to the business affairs of the “Green and White.” be present at all athletic events, and act as chauffeur for Erik and Vernie—quite a lad? PET PHRASE: Bah! Bah! AMBITION: To become a (passionate) plumber. PARKING PLACE: Either the Neck or the Back Roads. PAST1M E: Summer—Sailing. T HR GREEN AND WHITE 43 WILLIAM JAMES MAISANO—“BILL Bill hasn't much time for school activities because he works in his store after school—but he does keep up in his studies. His hobby is big league baseball and lie’s always willing to bet on his favorite teams. PET PHRASE: “D’ya want to be?” AMBITION: To be a newspaper reporter. PARKING PLACE: In his store. PASTIME: Reading. LEO MANSI One of the outstanding athletes of the Senior Class— baseball, basketball, football, each in turn had his attention. Quite a sheik, too. Did you ever see him dance? A great favorite at all school dances. One of the “big shots” in the Practical Arts Course. Good luck, Leo. PET PHRASE: “When do we cat? AMBITION: To be a pugilist. PARKING PLACE: The “Y. PASTIME: Sports. THERESA LEATRICE MARINO How often this young lady just managed to cross the threshold of Room 1 and slip into her seat just as the 8:14 bell rang. Wasn't she lucky to have a front seat! Whisper? How well versed in that art! Of course, her cough saved her from many a reprimand. Believe it or not she is going in training next year. Don't let the big city scare you, Theresa, and don't forget your old Bristol friends. PET PHRASE: “Gee it's swell!” AMBITION: Nurse. PARKING PLACE: Room One. PASTIME: Talking or walking with Emily. HAROLD CURTIS McUUIGAN Stop! Look carefully! Here you see one of the best groomed boys in the Senior class. A boy with talents! Of course he didn’t always use them to the best of his advantage—but then who does? How he could argue! Let Wilson express an opinion and then listen to Mac. Good for a whole period! His class mates can always rely on a long respite! What a stern professor he made in The Charm School.” We advise a trip to Hollywood. PET PHRASE: “What!” AMBITION: Entry into Wire Division. PARKING PLACE: In his dear old car. PASTIME: Arguing in English class. ■ 44 THE GREEN AND WHITE MARJORIE RITA McHUGH We wonder how Marjorie ever got her tongue around that French, when she played the part of Alex in The Charm School. Marjorie has endeared herself to all her classmates because of her amiable disposition. PET PHRASE: Hard to know! AMBITION: To be a children’s nurse. PARKING PLACE: With Ethel. PASTIME: Walking. JULIO MELLO, “WHITEY” An all-around athlete in every sense of the word. Whitev’s main interest is winning games for Colt. However, he finds time to attend all the student dances. About the only thing for which he doesn’t find time are his studies. PET PHRASE: “O, migosh!” AMBITION: To succeed Lefty Grove. PARKING PLACE: At the “Y.” PASTIME: Sports. RAYMOND EDWARD MOTT Raymond’s one great interest has been in all Scout movements—Sea Scouts in particular. At one time he found the Narrows very attractive, but that was in his Junior year and “Waite he did. Now he prefers Barrington. PET PHRASE: Got any candy? AMBITION: Sea Scout. PARKING PLACE: Barrington. PASTIME: Scouting. VERNON CHARLES OTTEN He has been here but two years but what a man! President of the Senior class, president of the student council, and in 1933, a vice president of the Junior Class. Besides being a good scholar, a good football player, he goes in for water sports and a certain Junior. Oh—Oh! PET PHRASE: “Like so. AMBITION: Penn State. PARKING PLACE: Tut-tut-tut, 865 Hope street. PASTIME: Canoeing and pool. THE (i R E E N AND WHITE 45 SALVATORE FRANK PANZARELLA He is such a quiet lad that one hardly notices him around, except for the occasional banter with Herman King. Then, I suppose, business men are supposed to be reserved and act business-like. PF.T PHRASE: “So, then---” AMBITION: Drygoods salesman. PARKING PLACE: Panzarrella’s Drygoods' Store. PASTIME: Walking about town. ROSARIO SERENO CARMELLO PERRONI Hidden under this imposing name is a very likeable young man. His “brute strength made him the terror of the gridiron this year. He advises all young boys to eat spaghetti if they want to grow up big and strong. Sereno wants to go to college. PET PHRASE: It isn't in the book. AMBITION: To be a college man. PARKING PLACE: The Macaroni Factory. PASTIME—Riding around town. til LI) A CAROLYN PROTO Gilda is another one of our shy classmates. Every morning you see her hurrying to gather the attendance slips. Because of her cheerful disposition and willingness to help everyone, Gilda has many friends. Good luck! PET PHRASE: “You're telling me!’' AMBITION: Stenographer. PARKING PLACE: At Home. PASTIME: Reading. ELEANOR LUFT RAE A very fine girl is Eleanor, capable, obliging and clever. Did you sec her act in The Charm School”? As Miss Hays,” Eleanor did some clever acting, and we wouldn't be surprised if she went to California! Actresses, beware!! Always interested in school affairs, she seldom failed to appear at school functions. To be a teacher is her great desire and we wish her lots of good luck. PET PHRASE: “Hev, listen!” AMBITION: To teach. PARKING PLACE: In a car. PASTIME: Motoring. 46 TIIC GREEN AND WHITE GLADYS ELIZABETH RISHE Here we have the perfect stenographer, Gladys with her charming manner and eagerness to serve. Her ability as a typist is recognized and appreciated by the faculty. Did you notice “the come-hither look’’ in her eyes when she played the part of Elise Benedotti? Wasn’t she appealing! Gladys and Ruth are great pals—just like Juno’s Swans.’’ Gladys loves to trip it on the light fantastic and is to he found at all school functions. PET PHRASE: Okie Dokie! AMBITION: Reporter. PARKING PLACE: Ye Olde Tavern. PASTIME: Going out with “Brown boys. BERTHA DOROTHY RODERICK Here is Bertha, the first pupil to win the distinction of being on the 90% honor roll this year. Bertha’s smile and willingness to help in every social function at school has won her many friends. As to her future, she is undecided, but we hope she maintains the same grades she did at Colt. Best of luck! Bertha. PET PHRASE: Gee whizz!” AMBITION: Governess. PARKING PLACE: Ye olde swimming hole, Metacom avenue. PASTIME: Swimming. ANNA YOLANDA ROMANO Anna certainly obtained her share of God’s gift to women. Can she talk! Have you ever sat near her at a basketball game? Try it sometime, it’s great fun—for all you see Anna do is jump up and down and yell “Come on, Leo! Come on, Whitey ! Guard that man, Paulie!” Best of luck in your future undertakings. PET PHRASE: “Don't get funny!’’ AMBITION: Nurse. PARKING PLACE: Wood Street. PASTIME: Talking, talking! CHRISTINE FRANCES RUSSO Christina is one of our best scholars. She certainly knows her shorthand. Whenever help is needed we turii to Christina. Her cheerful disposition has won her many friends at Colt. PET PHRASE: “Wouldn’t kid me, would you?” AMBITION: To become taller. PARKING PLACE: Beach. PASTIME: Swimming. THE GREEN AND WHITE 47 VIRGINIA CONSTANCE SALZANO Virginia unlike most girls minds her own business. Virginia and Bertha are good friends. Virginia is always ready with a cheerful smile to help a friend. She has shown her school spirit by her loyal support of our school activities, especially sports. Best of luck Virginia 1 PET PHRASE: Tell it to Sweeney.” AM B1TION : Stenographer. PARKING PLACE: Ye olde swimming hole, Metacom Avenue. PASTIME: Swimming. JOSEPH SANSONE Joe is the Don Giovanni, or Valentino, of the class. Dark, suave, handsome, what girl could resist him??? Nevertheless, in spite of these fatal attractions, he has sufficient leisure to keep his studies well in hand, and to assist his father in undertaking. PET PHRASE: We got the job!” AMBITION: To become the most prominent undertaker in town. PARKING PLACE: High Street, near the Reynolds School. PASTIME: Reading death notices in the papers. MARY VIRGINIA SISSON A very dainty attractive young lady is our Mary, the most charming blond in the Senior Class. Did you hear her whistle in The Charm School?” Wasn’t she alluring as Madge? It is rumored that she is a member of The Noontime Discussion Club,” which meets in the cafeteria. Mary is going to be a nurse. PET PHRASE: “Really I! AMBITION: Nurse. PARKING PLACE: In a Hudson. PASTIME: Astronomy. EDWARD RICHARD SOUSA Ed is one of the most outstanding members of the class; vice-president; member of the student council; football captain. One will see that he was very popular, Ed is also an artist of no mean ability and has assisted in painting the scenery for the various musical comedies. A very fine chap is our “Ed.” PET PHRASE: Yah! Yah!” AMBITION: To be a collegian. PARKING PLACE: With the gang. PASTIME: Sports. 48 THE (i R E E N AND WHITE GEOROE HENRY SPRINGER Here, folks, we have the baby of the class-A very brilliant youth is George—but. oh! so bashful! He is a regular Einstein—sees all, hears all. and knows everything. If you get stuck in chemistry see George. Need some help in math—there’s George—and so on. Although he has never “gone out’ for sports, he is quite a fan. He has always been an honor student. PET PHRASE: Aw-w-no-o. AMBITION: Chemistry. PARKING PLACE: The honor roll. PASTIME: Shooting and studying. WILLIAM FREDERICK ST. ANGELO “.Tint looks quiet and studious but looks are deceiving because if there is anything mischievous going on, he s sure to have a hand in it. He’s evidently going to be a mechanic—he's already got a talent for repairing motors. PET PHRASE: “Ya, got me!’’ AMBITION: To own a garage. PARKING PLACE: Wood Street. PASTIME: Riding. JEAN ELOISE TOBIN “Qucenie, as she is known by her friends, appears to have the weight of the world on her shoulders. How she worried over those uniforms for The Charm School”! The office force would be lost without her service. She is the first girl to arrive at school every morning Blessed with a sweet voice. Jean had the leading part in The Flower of Venezia! Instead of being a school “marm” we suggest that she study to be a prima donna. PET PHRASE: Look at him! AMBITION: Prima Donna. PARKING PLACE: High Street. PASTIME: Waving her arms while talking. ANDREW JOSEPH VORRO, JR.—“DERRY Never too busy to do a favor. Derry has acquired a host of friends. Although he is a capable athlete and a good lancer, those aren’t his only interests—he’s got a personal interest in the Junior Class. PET PHRASE: “Ya son-of-a—” PARKING PLACE: The bakery. AMBITION: To be a gigolo. PASTIME: Sports, and dancing. THE (iREEN AND WHITE 4 J ELIZABETH MYRTLE WARNER All signs indicate that Elizabeth is quite a coquette. We wonder if her smile is the big attraction? She keeps her ambition a secret but whatever she undertakes we know she will succeed. Those of you who saw The Mower of Venezia’ knows that she is also a good actress. PET PHRASE: Oh. yeah!” AMBITION: An actress. PARKINKING PLACE: Barrington. PASTIME: Talking to the boys. EVELYN OLIVIA WEAVER Dutchy’’ certainly has plenty to do, for she is not only our class treasurer but a student council member as well. You can tell her anywhere by her peculiar giggle which no one as yet has succeeded imitating. As Miss Hays—wasn’t she perfect? Didn’t she order ‘Homer Johns’ around! We understand Warren has great attraction for her. We wonder-- PET PHRASE: “Some fun, eh kid!” AMBITION: To get a good job (and why not?) PARKING PLACE: Western Union Office. PASTIME: Taking care of Doris Ann. HARRIET BRADFORD WEST It isn’t every Senior who could boast of having had a chauffeur to take her home—not one day but every day. Well, I suppose it is one of the blessings of living on the outskirts of the town. Didn't she do well when she played the part of Ethel in “The Charm School! It is understood that she is a member of the Timid Chemists” —but did you ever hear her read French? PET PHRASE: Some dunce—I'll say! PARKING PLACE: Underneath the Moon. AMBITION: Nurse. PASTIME: Walking in the mud of Middle Road. GEORGE HENRY WILSON All the way from Maine to Bristol High where his well known essays have brought the school praise and renown. And can he argue ? Ask Harold. We owe those two a debt of gratitude! PET PHRASE: “I’m Alice, one of the Goon girls! AMBITION: Writer. PARKING PLACE: We are told he enjoys the air around Chestnut Street. PASTIME: Arguing with McGuigan. 50 T II E GREEN AND WHITE EMILY XAVIER This young lady is one of the most versatile members of the classroom, equally skillful at the piano, on the stage, on the dance floor. Emily's specialty is talking—she speaks three languages fluently—and we confess that we’re a little afraid of her linguistic talent. Have you ever seen her take a French dictation? We marvel at her ability to understand the “conglomeration'' of sounds, but she sure can write it. As Muriel in the Charm School, she was excellent. Can you imagine her teaching children? Well, that’s her one and only ambition. We sure wish her luck! PET PHRASE: “Skip it.” AMBITION: To be a teacher. PARKING PLACE: We’d like to know, too. PASTIME: Talking to Theresa. S3 3? © ONCE AGAIN CHAMPIONS! At the close of the scheduled season, Colt and Burrillville were deadlocked, necessitating a playoff. The first game was taken by Colt and the day was set for the next game of the possible 3-game series. However, Colt continued as you know and subdued a stubborn Burrillville team, 7-3. thereby eliminating a third game. Much credit, for their orderly behavior, is due to the spectators, both the students and the older fans. The following morning, an almost riotous student body came to school, a delegation was sent to Mr. Mapes, who in turn telephoned Mr. Fitzgerald. A short assembly followed and Mr. Fitzgerald declaring that we were not to be beaten by Warren, announced a day off! Half an hour later a dozen gavly decorated cars left to spread tidings of victory to Warren and Barrington. First stop was at Warren, where amidst the noise of firecrackers and song our triumph was announced. Thence to IE T S Barrington, where the demonstration was repeated, after which the triumphant supporters returned home. ------- ------- FOOTBALL It may be seen from the following calendar that Colt completed her football schedule successfully. She was defeated hy no Class B opponents, losing only to Cranston, a much heavier and stronger Class A eleven- Sept. 29—Cranston 12. Colt 0. Oct. 6—South Kingstown 0. Colt 0. Oct. 13—St. Raphael 0, Colt 21. Oct. 27—De La Salle 13. Colt 13. Nov. 11—Warren 6, Colt 6- Nov. 18—Classical 0, Colt 21. No. 25—Case High 6, Colt 13. These games were featured by brilliant returns of kick-offs for touchdowns by Paul Bruno. In each case Colt was on the losing end of the score. QUALITY PHOTO-ENGRAVING CO. SCHOOL BOOK ENGRAVERS BRISTOL PHOENIX PUBLISHING CO. SCHOOL BOOK PRINTERS THE (iREEN AND WHITE ADVERTISEMENTS 51 Our compliments to the Class of 1934, one of the finest we have ever been privileged to photograph. May the future hold nothing but prosperity and happiness for each one of you. Van Dale Pawtucket, R. I. (2 ciss i o too rap A er We hope the high quality of our work and the conscientiousness of our service will encourage the Class of 1935 to follow' the excellent example of the present class in selecting us their official photographer. 52 THE GREEN AND WHITE ADVERTISEMENTS COMPLIMENTS OE COLLINS AIKMAN CORPORATION COMPLIMENTS OK NATIONAL INDIA RUBBER CO. THE GREEN AND WHITE ADVERTISEMENTS 53 ; COMPLIMENTS OF DR. JOHN R. BERNARDO COMPLIMENTS OF : BRISTOL LACE WORKS COMPLIMENTS OF SAMUEL KINDER BROS. :j COMPLIMENTS OF THE TOWN COUNCIL 54 THE OREEN AND WHITE ADVERTISEMENTS : COMPLIMENTS OF New England Shoe Manufacturing Co. COMPLIMENTS OF i Bristol Macaroni Co., Inc. Macaroni Manufacturers 430 High Street, BRISTOL, R. I. Tel. Bristol 347. (j. R. Perroni, 70 Washington St-(ien. Man. Tel. Bristol 539-R. COMPLIMENTS OF Fred Morrison Underwood Elliott Fisher COMPLIMENTS OF 1 E. S. MAPES Company ! PROVIDENCE, R- 1. - • ’ COMPLIMENTS OF COMPLIMENTS OF ; CALLAN Construction Company B. W. WALL Insurance 539 HOPE ST. Tel. 421. COMPLIMENTS OF COMPLIMENTS OF H. H. Lawson Co. CORREIA’S MARKET Cor. Bradford and High Streets BUICK and CHEVROLET Sales and Service Cor- Hope and Washington Streets BRISTOL, R. 1. Phone 75 : THE GREEN AND WHITE ADVERTISEMENTS 55 COMPLIMENTS OF C. B. ROCKWELL, JR. If you are interested in a pleasant and profitable vocation. NOW that High School days are over call M Aiming 824.3 ACADEMY OF BEAUTY CULTURE, INC (APPROVED SCHOOL) Cor. Dean and Brayton Avenue, SARUBI BLOCK - - Providence, R. I. ALL BRANCHES OF INDIVIDUAL BEAUTY CULTURE TAUGHT INSTRUCTIONS COMPLIMENTS OF TOURIST CAFE Cor. Eagle and Columbia Streets FALL RIVER. Daniel Carvalho, Prop. COMPLEMENTS OF BRISTOL COUNTY WATER CO. Operating Bristol. Warren. Barrington Water Works 56 THE (iREEN AND WHITE ADVERTISEMENTS ' COMPLIMENTS OF . Mrs. John J. Condon COMPLIMENTS OF Gremial of the Daughters of Portugal COMPLIMENTS OF ; Mr. Harry W. Munro COMPLIMENTS OF i MEN’S PORTUGUESE. AMERICAN CIVIC :: LEAGUE :: ; COMPLIMENTS OF Colt Farm Poultry House . Dressed Poultry and Eggs POPPASQUASH, R. I-Tel. Bristol 783. (1. M. (ialvin. Prop. It’s a Pleasure to Shop at ROSA’S CASH MARKET (THE MODERN STORE) 366 Child St„ Cor. Metaconi Avenue, 1 EAST WARREN, R. I. Tel. WARREN 350 ; Always quality food at lowest prices Daily Deliveries Covering Bristol Co. ; COMPLIMENTS OF COMPLIMENTS OF ] Socony Filling Station GAS OIL High Grade Lubrication H. P. HOOD SONS ' Mike Bullock, John Rego, • Manager. Asst. Mgr. Junction of Hope and Thames Sts- Ice Cream BRISTOL, R. I. THE GREEN AND WHITE ADVERTISEMENTS 57 COMPLIMENTS OE BRISTOL-COLT HIGH ALUMNI ASSOCIATION !., PRINTING..! TICKETS— BUSINESS CARDS— ENVELOPES BUSINESS AND PERSONAL STATIONERY STATEM ENTS—INVOICES—TAGS CALL BRISTOL 44 Irifital JJijoemx JluliUaliuuj QJu. 1 BRADFORD STREET COMPLEMENTS OE Mr. Wilfred M. Hamill 58 THE (iREEN AND WHITE ADVERTISEMENTS COMPLIMENTS OF Earl D. Crandall, Mgr. ROYAL TYPEWRITER CO. COMPLIMENTS OF COMPLIMENTS OF Arrow System SOPHOMORE Lawrence, Mass. CLASS COMPLIMENTS OF COMPLIMENTS OF A. H. BENSE M. C. SMITH TYPEWRITER CO. COMPLIMENTS OK BRISTOL ROTARY CLUB Bristol, R. I. THE (iREEN AND WHITE ADVERTISEMENTS 59 COMPLIMENTS OF ANDRADE’S Office Supplies Typewriters—Rented and Sold Greeting- Cards Sporting- Goods CALL 264 555 HOPE ST. BRISTOL, R. I. COMPLIMENTS OF BRISTOL LION’S CLUB COOK ELECTRICALLY 'Fast—Clean—Cool—Convenient—Healthful—Economical To-morrow’s Way— Available Today! THE NARRAGANSETT ELECTRIC CO. Part of New England Power Association KOVERFLOR A super-type of floor protection can be used on all types of floors. SOLD BY WARDWELL LUMBER CO. Bristol, R. I. 60 THE GREEN AND WHITE ADVERTISEMENTS COMPLIMENTS OF COMPLIMENTS OF i John Maisano ' CIGAR STORE 4B7 WOOD STREET, BRISTOL, R. I. Dr. Grossman ’ COMPLIMENTS OF COMPLIMENTS OF ; S. Bernard, Jr. A Friend : COMPLIMENTS OF The Inseparable Four ' M.D., G.P., R.L., O.A. COMPLIMENTS OF Mr. Vincent Saviano COMPLIMENTS OF 1 COMPLIMENTS OF L. Castriotta George T. Sisson Groceries, Cigars, Candy, Ice Cream GASOLINE FILLING STATION Open Every Day. 110 HIGH ST. ; COMPLIMENTS OF COMPLIMENTS OF The Class of 1933 Rev. M. J. Barros ■ COMPLIMENTS OF COMPLIMENTS OF : Bay View Poultry Farm - ISristol 375-J J. REGO, Mgr. • Mr. J. E. Sullivan ; COMPLIMENTS OF • Bristol Aerie, No. 953, F. 0. E. ■ COMPLIMENTS OF Miss Callan - COMPLIMENTS OF Boston Store COMPLIMENTS OF 1 DRY GOODS AM) MEN’S FIT RNISHINGS WARREN, R. I Mr. E. J. Fitzgerald COMPLIMENTS OF King Philip Pharmacy ■ • COMPLIMENTS OF [ COMPLIMENTS OF Nastri Bristol Barent-1 eachers Association THE GREEN AND WHITE ADVERTISEMENTS 61 ; COMPLIMENTS OF Newman Bros. “BRISTOL’S LEADING FOOD STORE COMPLIMENTS OF i Women’s Portuguese American Civic League BRISTOL, R. I. COMPLIMENTS OF W. H. Remieres COMPLIMENTS OF BRISTOL CLEANSERS TAILORING OF ALL KINDS Goods called for and delivered. 495 Hope Street. Tel- 530. ; COMPLIMENTS OF McLELLAN’S 5c to $1.00 Store COMPLIMENTS OF Makowsky : COMPLIMENTS OF A. Eisenstadt COMPLIMENTS OF i BRISTOL OIL COMPANY ; COMPLIMENTS OF L. Wilson COMPLIMENTS OF : P. F. Mahoney “FOLLOW THE CROWD AND YOU’LL LAND AT MAHONEY’S i COMPLIMENTS OF J. W. Church COMPLIMENTS OF i Mederios Bernard Cor. Wood and Franklin COMPLIMENTS OF COTE’S SHOP Office Supplies : 302 HOPE STREET. Tel. 66-W BRISTOL, R. I. COMPLIMENTS OF ' J. F. Xavier - : COMPLIMENTS OF Constitution Street Garage CARLO PERRY, Prop. • ■ COMPLIMENTS OF ! - A. deOliveira Aguas ; COMPLIMENTS OF LEON E. McCAW Fancy Grocery and Market Cor. High and Constitution Sts. Tel. Bristol 153- COMPLIMENTS OF The Mount Hope Diner “A GOOD PLACE TO EAT” . . _ . . . « COMPLIMENTS OF Andrade Borges GENERAL TRUCKING Dealers in Sand, Gravel, Stone, Coal and Wood. 14 SECOND ST., BRISTOL, R. 1. • We Barber Hair with Special Care Men, Women and Children « Domenick D’Ambrosio 487 HOPE ST., BRISTOL, R. I. 62 THE GREEN AND WHITE ADVERTISEMENTS COMPLIMENTS OF COMPLIMENTS OF E. Rosen Company Buttonwood Dairy GRADE A MILK COM PLIM ENTS OF COMPLIMENTS OF Staples Coal Company CHARLES M. CONNERY WARREN :: :: BRISTOL Funeral Service COMPLIMENTS OF COMPLIMENTS OF DIXON’S Lubricating Saddle Co. Stanley Friswell , COMPLIMENTS OF COMPLIMENTS OF Colt Memorial High School Student Council Scholis Studio WARREN, R. I. PHOTOS THAT PLEASE ‘ ............A........ ■ 1| THE (iREEN AND WHITE ADVERTISEMENTS 63 ; COMPLIMENTS OF L. Tortorice 33-35 STATE STREET, Bristol, R. 1. Tel. 147-R COMPLIMENTS OF • Gizzaselli Electric Shop 4 Child Street, Warren, R. 1. : COMPLIMENTS OF Talbot Hopkins Electrical Contractors COMPLIMENTS OF TUPLIN’S GARAGE ; COMPLIMENTS OF N. J. H. W. Vermette ■ 412 Thames Street. Telephone 145- COMPLIMENTS OF ! Earl P. Mathewson ; COMPLIMENTS OF The Waldron Company COMPLIMENTS OF Dr. Duffy COMPLIMENTS OF Edward D. Kunz JEWELER Gifts for ALL occasions. ■ COMPLIMENTS OF ’ Union Commercial Co. PAINTS AND HARDWARE 477-479 WOOD STREET Tel. Bristol 275 | COMPLIMENTS OF Buffington’s Pharmacy COMPLIMENTS OF Arruda’s Vulcanizing Tires, Batteries Charged. Lawn Mowers and Saws Sharpened- ] 4 SHAW’S LANE. Tel. 140. ; ; COMPLIMENTS OF Fred E. Suzman COMPLIMENTS OF • Rose Caizzi American and Italian Groceries • 241 STATE ST.. BRISTOL, R. I. Tel. 7 4 COMPLIMENTS OF Jardin’s Market : 138 MARKET STREET Warren, R. I. COMPLIMENTS OF Chic Shoppe MILLINERY 51 STATE STREET MRS. R. BO A RDM AN’. Prop. ; COMPLIMENTS OF Hamill’s Store Dry Goods and Millinery : BRISTOL, R. I. COMPLIMENTS OF ; F. E. Della Morte Hemstitching and Hand Embroidering IMPORTED LINENS : COMPLIMENTS OF The Oompah Club COMPLIMENTS OF ! Mr. G. Andrews Moriarty 64 THE (iREEN AND WHITE ADVERTISEMENTS COMPLIMENTS OF SETH PAULL COMPANY Coal and Lumber COMPLIMENTS OF BRYANT STRATTON COLLEGE of BUSINESS ADMINISTRATION and SECRETARIAL PRACTICE (Co - educational) PROVIDENCE, RHODE ISLAND • 72nd Year • Begins Sept. 4-10 Two-Year Degree Programs Economical Shorter Courses Summer Sessions open June 25—July 9 Strong Placement Service . . over 6o of 1933 graduates were located by January 1, 1934. Social life . . athletic . . dormitories . Write for catalog COMPLIMENTS OF JUNIOR CLASS COMPLIMENTS OF SENIOR CLASS ev'