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

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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.

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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)

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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.