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

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SOPHOMORE COLLEGE PREPARATORY AND GENERAL COURSE

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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

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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.