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

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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

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JUNIOR CLASS

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SOPHOMORE CLASS—COMMERCIAL AND PRACTICAL ARTS DIVISION