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

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as two stern Japanese soldiers stalk into the loom, pointing their bayonets at him. He steps back, and sits, huddled up. on his oed while the soldiers peer greedily into the pot. First soldier (with back to Ling Soo, and holding up the spoon) Well, shall we kill him now, or wait till after cur meal, comrade? Second soldier (sneering at the peasant) Why not wait till later? We’ll enjoy it more then— using him for target practice, (dropping his bayonet, grabs the bowl, swallowing greed !y its contents. Suddenly he dashes the bowl to the floor with an angry gesture) Swine! Have you no better food that this rat food. (Grabs his bayonet from the floor and points i: at the frightened peasant) You’ll soon join your ancestors. fool, (mockingly). (As he starts to rhoot. a blow on the head makes him fall, but not until the bullet has found its mark in the peasant’s breast.) The first soldier hurries over to him and shakes him. Ling Soo (slowly opening his eyes, stares at his defender and smiles faintly in recognition) Brother of my beloved! You have tried to save ; our miserable servant, but it is too late. No, don’t grieve for I am going to my bride. We will surely he happy in that promised land (sighs deeply and raises his hand as d pushing something away) It grows dark—Sec—the fir; is out (pause-whisper grows fainter and he gasps) I do not fear death. I rejoice in it. Yes— 1 am coming, my beloved (gasps) Farewetl-fare - - - (dies). The soldier stares for a moment at the dead body, then resolutely turns toward the still unconscious soldier, lying on the floor, and the shot he fires shatters the stillness. War, yes. War is bitter, but Revenge is sweet. (Curtain falls) EMMA BOXYICIN, ’38 CLOUDS Alone, alone. I watched the clouds Sailing, sailing up on high l ike beautiful snow-white shrouds Veiling an azure sky. ANTOINETTE GAR 1ST A. ’38 ADVICE TO NEXT YEAR’S BUSINESS MANAGER When you enter the portals of any store. Pluck up plenty of grit. For if they show you to the door. You have need of it. The noise of every “no” grows louder Than the one preceding. I advise some headache powder. To stop your head from beating. If ever anyone’s in doubt. Use tact and plenty of it. Convert all those by verbal bout. Speak up! Do not be tacit. Determine you will get an ad. In spite of what I say, For such determination, lad. Will bring success today. TIC VIS SHUSMAX. ’38 WITH APOLOGIES TO MOTHER GOOSE Mary, Mary, quite contrary How does your stag line grow? With brunettes slight, and blondes quite light And red heads all in a row. E. MARSH MAX. ’38 NO COMPROMISE Twenty students in our class Were prancing down the hall. When someone’s foot got out of place. And caused them all to fall. Each struggled to regain his feet. But never did he rise: For when two moving bodies meet. There is no compromise. JOSEPH PINE. ’38 GREEN nmdl W0 lDTTDr- 9

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SPRING Spring is here With flowers bright And birds that sing so sweetly Heavens blue And friends true Make life pass so quickly. As we look We see a brook And cattle nearby grazing We feel an urge, A sudden urge. To set the world ablazing. Spring is here Yes, far and near So please let’s face it smiling They are all ours The birds and flowers The joys are for our finding. C. CANDELMO, ’38 DAWN You rise in splendor, lovely Dawn While Night’s black shades are withdrawn. And bat lie the earth in gold and rose, Till all the world in glory glows. EM M A BONVICIN, ’38 THE ROBIN The robin comes a-winging, His joyous song a-singing. The place he loves best !s his own little nest Among the limbs a-swinging. B. HAM BRICK. ’38 QUATRAINS Night You creep on velvet-slippered feet Behind the fair, young Day, And throw a black, star-studded cloak O’er her, to end her stay. EMMA BONVICIN. 38 LIFE IN DEATH Time: Night in the Shanghai area. Setting. A simple Chinese dwelling. In a far corner stands a low wooden bed on which lie ? heap of straw and a worn silk coverlet. Nea this, on the dirt floor, lies a straw mat. In the center of the stage is a crude table set with an earthenware bowl and chopsticks, and near these is a low stool. On the right is a fireplace, in which a fire is dimly burning under a steaming iron pot of rice. The only character present is a young Chinese peasant, dressed in brown, heavy pajamas and wearing straw slippers. He has yellow skin, slanting eyes and a long pigtail. Slowly he stirs the smoking mixture and talks absentmindedly aloud to himself. Ling Soo—How weary I am! (sighs and walks over to the stool, picks it up and sets it down by the fire.) No one know: or cares what becomes of me now. (pauses, then suddenly puts his two hands up to cover his face) How can I stand it any longer (moans) Oh Sui Van —my wife! (The fire burns brighter, throwing a strange glow over the surroundings) Gods in the heavens, can it be that you have forsaken me? I’ve been dutiful to you with my prayers and sacrifices. (Takes his hands from his face, but now rests his chin on them.) Curse them! Curse them—Even though she. too. was Japanese. They took her from me. snatched her away, snuffed out her life, like I snap a tw;g. Why when we were so happy, did she have to leave me alone—to work—for what ? (jumps up and shouts) to eat—to live—to hate? (lowers his voice so that scarcely can one hear him whisper) Sui Van—I shall join you soon—I teel it in my hones (sighs). Then will we be happy (gets up. walks back to the table, carrying the stool: walks back with the spoon and bowl :»i his hand to the pot. scoops some of the rice into the bowl, (sighs), returns to the table, sets the bowl down, sits down and begins to eat. Suddenly he starts as a loud knock is heard at the door. He jumps up trembling. GREEN amdl WD1 DTTDr- 8

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JUNIOR GROUP—NUMBER TWO