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

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JUNIOR CLASS—COMMERCIAL AND PRACTICAL ARTS DIVISION

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never to rise again. The surface of the lake was roughened a moment. That was all. When the perfidy of Signa dawned upon Eric, his first impulse was to jump into the lake after her, but, on second thought, he decided to spend the remainder of his life in the castle. He has seen no one since that day, for he distrusts the world. He had once trusted his sister and she had betrayed that trust’. SALLY CHURCH, 12A. WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF: Raymond McNamara could not debate? And Elsie Weaver ever came late? If Thomas Olstead stopped rubbing his chin And Ida Sousa suddenly grew very thin? If Henry Trudell stopped talking in history class. And Maurice Smith quit saying, “Hands off! She’s my lass.” If William Angevine would not sway And yours truly stopped saying, “O. K.! I’ll pay?” If Irene Sylvia had not been crowned queen, And Clare Partington didn’t have eyes so green ? If Rose Formisano were not such an attraction And Billy Sisson didn’t please everyone to satisfaction ? If Esther Perkins were not so tall and stately And Fred Fiske didn’t get a “crush” on a junior just lately? If Thomas Byrnes didn’t resemble Harold Lloyd And Billy Alger had to say. “Gee, dat’s iest what I hoid?” If Frances Capone had no personality And Helen Raposa a platinum blonde in reality ? If Peter Alfano would in sports take a rest And Ann Russo were not always so full of cheerfulness? If Marjorie didn’t have so many freckles And Francis Dwyer didn’t have to wear spectacles? If Santo Digati were not our class artist And Josephine Carmone wasn’t so very modest ? If Sally Church could learn to like chemistry And Norman Hibbert would ever enter the ministry ? If Louis Romano would soon become an undertaker And Ruth -Ruggieri were not such a heart breaker? If Ruth Tattric were never on the Student Council And Ethel Isherwood stopped saying. “Got an extra pencil?” If Betty Waite didn’t come to school on the school bus And Hilda Jamicl, over every trivial, make such a fuss? If Mary Castro were not such a good dresser And Victoria Soldano could acquire the habit of saying “No, Sir?” If Dominic Ruggieri could grow a foot taller And Phoebe Texiera were not such a pleasing caller? If Thomas Fitzpatrick didn’t have such red hair And Thomas VanVoast were not such a good baseball player? If Francis Lewis was ever a basketball maniac And Martin Edmonds ever owned a deLuxe model Pontiac? If Fred Lopes were not such a good actor And Eldora Gablinske stopped saying, “I’ll get the guy I’m after?” JOSEPHINE L. BRUNO, ’36. COURAGE Hardships, and dangers, and fears defying, With never a sign of flinching or crying. Onward! ahead! to fame and success, Or, Backward! Behind! failure and distress. TEVIS SHUSMAN, ’38. GREEN (Oati JL W DID THE- 25

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01 VINE RETRIBUTION Hark, my children And I’ll tell to thee A fairy tale By Marjorie Magee. As the colored congregation in the small church rose enthusiastically to its feet to sing all verses of “Onward Christian Soldiers,” the guest-preacher, a tall, dusky individual with a face which would astound—nay, frighten the most stalwart person, walked with a menacing gait toward the pulpit. During the singing of the second verse, a suave, sinister man dressed in chauffeur’s livery, strolled nonchalantly into the church, and seated himself in an obscure corner of the room. When the assembly had finished singing the hymn, the minister, in a rusty voice, commenced his sermon on “Crime Does Not Pay.” Soon his voice began to increase in volume, and the congregation shuddered in rhythm with the frequent crackings of his voice, during one of which the organ joined, making a melodic chord which faintly resembled the opening note of the “Star Spangled Banner.” The throng rose in a body, and then discovering its mistake, hastily sat down again. At this peculiar action, the young man who was sitting in the rear of the church began to squirm uneasily, and cast suspicious glances at the rest of the congregation, especially those who occasionally murmured “Hallelujah for no apparent reason. Now the minister seemed to be singing his sermon, for he found it difficult to talk with an organ note continually playing. A few minutes passed without any added distractions, but then there was a rumbling noise and—Cr-r-ack! As one of the pipes began to make weird noises, the perspiration broke out on the young man’s forehead. With the preacher orating in a sing-song voice, the organ playing and the pipes taking the place of drums, the finished result resembled the attempts of an amateurish jazz orchestra. If one had looked closely at the suave stranger, one would have discovered a haunted, shifty look in his hitherto cool gaze. He seemed to be trying to leave the church as unobstrusively as possible, but there was a stalwart group of ardent churchmen with folded arms and grim expressions standing in front of the door. But it was all in vain; escape was impossible. Just as the chauffeur was beginning to regain his composure, there was a decided “whish,” and a large sea-gull flew into the church, and soared majestically about the electrified hair of the minister. With an agonized yelp the stranger jumped to his feet exclaiming, “Forgive me! I’m sorry I did it! I took the money out of the collection box—me—Sigcr Thark ! Please get me out of this place—Please!” MARJORIE MAGEE, ’36. “HIGHBROW” “Say, Al. who arc those two attractive girls over there?” asked Billie pointing in the direction of a house which stood just off the road. “Oh, just summer residents here, replied Al, “but say, that blonde is not hard to look at.” “She’s all right, but take a look at the other. She’s my idea of what a girl really should look like.” The object of Billie’s remarks was indeed a very attractive looking girl. Tall, with a pose that made one look twice at her, she really looked like a goddess standing there in the sunlight. “Boy! I could go for her,” Billie said dream-ingly. “Brother, you haven’t got a chance. Her father is a retired banker. You have got to be a big shot to get next to her.” ‘‘Yes, I suppose one has to be,” Billie said sighing. “Say, they must be going rowing. They’ve got a pair of oars with them.” said Billie, “and they are coming this way! Why don’t you ask GI I I S mmdL WJ1H: 27