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

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IF If I could look clown the ages past And see in splendor arrayed. The greenness of God’s acreage vast— His wondrous art displayed— I’d think of Thee and marvel not At Thy power to allay The fears and doubts that 1 have got From this cruel world today. If I had but an ounce. Thy charm, Thy power to overcome, Thy precious, soothing, healing balm. Thy gentleness to be sung. This world I would attempt to change To one where all good deeds Would be but a fair exchange For a deserving meed. If I could only understand All things which come from Thee, Or the unknown future scan For what is ahead for me. I’m sure I’d attempt to follow On Thy closely trodden path By despising all things shallow Gain a happy eternity at last. CLINTON PENDLETON, ’37. BOOKS “All that mankind has done, thought, gained, or been, is lying as in magic preservation in the pages of books.” In this one small sentence Carlyle has summed up ably and concisely the duty of books. The reading of books makes for a broader and more diversified outlook on life. It is a mind-builder as well as a builder of vocabulary In much the same fashion everyone ascends the book ladder. First come the nursery rhymes, then the fairy tales, buiiding up an imagination and an inner world around such books as ‘‘Aesop’s Fables” and Grimm’s Fairy Tales. As we grow older, we yearn for such books as will appease our natural ardor for hero-worship. In this category are included such juvenile masterpieces as the “Tom Swift” Series, the “Alger” series, “The Rover Boys” and a host of other heroic works dedicated to the pluck and bravery of American youth. At about this time, through contact with numerous history and geography books, we realize the immensity of the world outside our own little sphere. As a result books on history and travel hold our interest. “The Young Pioneers,” “Adrift on an Ice Pan,” “The Lion f St. Mark. “The White Company,” “Captains Courageous,” and “Treasure Island” are good examples of this type. Upon entering High School such entertaining novels as those of Zane Grey, Booth Tarking-ton, James Fenimore Cooper, and Mark Twam hold the limelight, marking the beginning of better future attainment. Books on travel, of which those by Richard Halliburton have in their pages all that is desired by apupil in adolescence, are eagerly sought for in these pages the pupil finds adventure, history, romance, and humor, related in the inimitable Halliburton style and making the most unimaginative person think he is wasting valuable time while there are still “New Worlds to Conquer,” and new and interesting sights to be seen and enjoyed. On foreign tales also, there are such brilliant authors as Pearl Buck. Albert Bigelow Paine, Charles Dana. Theodore Roosevelt, and Lowell Thomas who are perhaps the best in their line. We then turn to the more modern type of book, still climbing upward slowly but surely, one rung at a time. Good examples ot this type are those by Sinclair Lewis, H. G. Wells. John Galsworthy, Mary Roberts Rhinehart, and latterly Margaret Mitchell. In later years the reader will turn more to one type of book usually conservative, or will find more interest in magazines—“The American Magazine.” “National Geographic,” “Time,’ or “The Reader’s Digest.” There is nothing better than a good book with which to pass away one’s leisure time,and GREEN (amdL W[MD¥[ - 10

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JUNIOR CLASS—CLASSICAL AND GENERAL DIVISION

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would be one of the best things for a castaway on a deserted island. However, a person who bad always been an inveterate reader would need no books but could be content in the memory of all the books he had previously absorbed. Even in such solitary confinement one could carry oneself into a crowded city or a quiet hamlet. On cold days it wofcild be easy to journey to the sunny south of a tropical clime; and on hot sultry days to roam up and down the cool Atlantic coast in a pleasure yacht or an old boat, swimming at a crowded beach or a quiet pool. In every hour of his confinement, the castaway would be visited by a host of friends carrying him wherever he wished to go stepping into the pages of books for adventure, romance, and compaionship. Then could the solitary soul reword the verse “I wandered lonely as a cloud,” and say instead—“I’ve read and read but little thought what wealth to me those books have brought. T. BYRNES, ’37. MEMORIES How I recall of years gone by My early high school days; A silly little “Soph” was I. Trying hard to find my way From one room to another. With little to do or say. The building seemed so very strange. And most of the people, too. Oh. how I dreaded this great change— I hardly knew what to do. The only comfort that I had— Since there were others like me too— Was that these others also Didn’t know what to do. But soon was called an assembly. At which were read to us The rules and regulations. We were to follow without fuss. Next came something quite exciting. But, I fear, not as inviting; For the Juniors set about To make the Sophomores whine and pout. My Sophomore year went by with ease, My Junior year, with pleasure; But, oh. my Senior, my last year, Went with haste in every measure. Mid-year exams are over, Finals near at hand; Then comes graduation When “Life” takes us by the hand. As years roll on, and on, and on. Our high school days grow dim; But may we n’er, oh n’er forget The pleasures enjoyed therein. IRENE GALLO. ’37. FAREWELL Farewell to our School Days, And various joys, Farewell to the lasses. And also the boys. Farewell to the teachers, Whose patience we tried. Farewell to their lectures. May their words abide. Farewell to Colt High School, The White and the Green. Farewell to the blackboards, Which never were clean. Our hearts are in Colt, And never elsewhere. These were the days. We had not a care. Farewell once again. To our teachers farewell. The joy we knew here. You all know full well. WILLIAM D. ROSS, ’37 GREEN (OAndLWOimHE- 11