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

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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.

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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.’’