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

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JUNIOR CLASS

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LITERARY IMPERSONATION “Aw shucks, cried Bill Paine as he slammed the cover of his half-packed traveling hag. “What’s so terrible? ’ asked his easy-going college roommate Jack Haines. “Just the day that I’m invited to spend my week-end at the Jones’s summer club, I receive a telegram from niv aunt Ella, saying that she will meet we at the main gate at 12:30 o’clock to take me to her house to spend a quiet, peaceful week-end.’’ With this reply- Bill kicked over the traveling bag and the contents scattered about the already. upset room. After a minute of thought. Jack said in a casual tone, “Phone your aunt and tell her that illness prevents you from leaving the school. Then pack your bag and go to the Jones’s. Aunt Ella will never know the difference.” “But I don’t know her phone number or even her address,” argued Bill. “I was never in this state until last week and I’ve never seen my aunt.” “Oh. that’s different.” sighed Jack. Then followed a period of silence and thinking. “1 have it,” shouted Jack bounding from the bed on which he had been lying with his hands clasped behind his head and with eyes starring blankly at the ceiling. “Have what?” questioned his roommate helplessly. “An idea!’’ answered Jack snapping his fingers. “This is it.” he continued, “you go to the Jones’s and I’ll go to your aunt’s.” “How bright!” replied Bill sarcastically. She wants to see her nephew, not his roommate, and besides she said I’d spend a quiet week-end and that wouldn’t suit you any more than me.” I wouldnt mind being quiet so very much.” answered Jack who had regained his casual manner again, “and how will she know that I’m not you?” That’s a good idea.” cried Bill happily. “That is,” he added, “if you don’t mind doing it.” Of course, I won’t mind,” responded Jack who had already emptied an untidy drawful of clothes into his suitcase1. Bill commenced to help his friend at the same time saying that it was not fair that Jack should have to put up with Aunt Ella and her quiet week-end. Jack managed to change the subject however and when 12:30 arrived he ran down the stairs trying to put on his coat on the way down. Aunt Ella greeted him at the gate. “Why Billy Paine,” she exclaimed ,“you look so much like your mother I should know you anywhere.” A fine beginning. Jack thought, but while riding to the house he realized that he had neglected to find out something about Bill’s family and tried to keep the conversation on school and off the family. When they arrived at Aunt Ella’s house they found a visitor. “I can’t seem to remember your father,” the visitor remarked after being introduced. To Jack’s alarm she added, What was your father’s name?” “Well.” stammered Jack, I guess it was Mr. Paine.. Not knowing Bill’s father’s first name. Jack waited in terror for the next question. With this. Aunt Ella who thought that her supposed nephew was trying to be funny, laughed heartily and said that her brother’s name was William. Fearing further questioning. Jack left the room, while Aunt Ella • explained that her nephew had always been bashful. A few hours later while eating. Aunt Ella asked tor her brother and sister-in-law. To Jack’s plain answer of “Oh, they’re fine.” she wrinkled her brow. GREEN OAndL WD1OUE- 0

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“That’s strange ’ she said, “only last week your mother wrote that the doctor had given up hope that your father would ever walk again. Jack, at this remark, swallowed a large cookie whole and then remained silent. A few minutes later the telephone rang and Jack answered it. “This is mother.” spoke the voice, ‘‘tell Aunt Ella that I will arrive on the 7:15 train tomorrow morning to spend a few days with her and you.” “What is wrong?” gasped Aunt Ella, “you’re as white as a ghost.” “Wliy-er,” stammered Jack, “it was a message from school saying that I must get hack tonight. Within a half hour. Jack was on his way back to school. When he arrived, much to his amazement, lie found Bill Paine staring glooming out of the window. “What are you doing here?” shouted Jack, surprised. Bill turned suddenly and confessed, “Well,” lie said, “the club was too dull so 1 left, but what are you doing here?” “Well,” responded Jack again in his familiar manner, “your aunt’s was too exciting for me, so I left.” MARGARET SISSON. 35.. ♦ THE MODERN TREND Mr. Deverell, having been away two weeks on a business trip, entered his front door one afternoon and suddenly felt he was in the wrong house. “But it can’t be,” he thought “1 live here, I hope. But am I seeing things? Maida! Maida!” He called to his wife and walked into the living room. From the upper regions of the house was heard a click of heels and soon Mrs. Deverell clattered down the stairs into the living room. “Darling!” she exclaimed delightedly. “I’m so glad you’re back—why what’s the matter?” Her tone changed. ‘ “Oh, yes, hello. I am back,” he said absently. Then— “Black walls, white rug. red and blue furniture!” Then, quite loudly— .“Maida where is my armchair? What have you done to this house?” , “Oh dear,” Mrs. Deverell sighed. “I thought you’d like it. You see 1 had the house redecorated. Everything’s ultra-new. It’s the modern trend. Everybody’s doing it. Don’t you like it, dear?” she asked sorrowfully. “Yes, I suppose so!” Her husband was inspecting the room. “It saves a dreadful amount of space. See this desk? Well, it can be converted into two other ‘pieces of furniture, a dining-room table and a vanity table. Isn’t that the utmost?” “I’ll say it’s the utmost. Whoever heard of such a thing! This house is worse than a museum, now.” Mr. Deverell sat down on a red-spotted white arm chair and put his feet on a red and blue striped article. “That some footstoll,” he said sarcastically. “Careful, dear. That’s not a footstool, it’s a coffee table,” said his wife. “Will wonders never cease? Well, well, just give me an old-fashioned home, with old-fashioned furniture and methods and I’m satisfied. Modernism! Bah!” From then on Mr. Deverell spent more and more of his time at his club, a place built in the 90’s which still had most of its original furnishings. His completely modernized home was almost odious to him and so Mrs. Deverell conceived a plan. , One day in June she said to her husband. “I’ve got our ideal summer home. It’s way off in the country and it has a cow. We’ll spend July there.” Mr. Deverell was delighted. “Oh,” he said Q 3 c 7