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

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JUNIOR GROUP—NUMBER TWO

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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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THE HOUSE ACROSS F ROM MY HOUSE The house across from my house Looks lonely and forlorn, Its leafy oaks drop low their boughs Against the bright green lawn. The grass has long been growing Without a human’s care, I wonder if the owner sees The beauty I find there. 1 see within that rusty gate A cultivated land, A garden filled with roses. Caressed by someone’s hand. Perhaps some little children May frolic round the place, A passer-by feels light and gay To see a happy face. I can’t help thinking long ago There must have been a time. When love and laughter dwelled within And joy was made to rhyme. So. if one wish were granted me, I’d ask for something sane. That the house across from my house Return to life again. MURIEL FJSKE, ’40 HENRY CLAY In history one fatal day She asked me “Who was Henry Clay?” With zest I said “Since long lie’s dead And possibly returned to clay. HOPE ANGELL, ’38 Little Tony met a pony Walking down the street Said little Tony to the pony “Let me sec your feet.” Said the pony to little Tony Show me first some hay’’ Said little Tony to the pony Too bad, go on your way.” CHRISTINE YOUNG, ’38 Sprinkle, sprinkle, drops of rain Splashing on my window pane From up above the world so high You fall to earth to fade and die. When the soil with rain is wet You’ll soon see flowers you can bet Every drop that falls today Hastens a blossom on its way. GERTRUDE BYRNES, ’38 GREEN amdL WOiOTtE- 11