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

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ILI X K U A K Y CHAMP or THE MOUNTAINS A storm was brewing over the towering snow-peaked Alps; black, ominous clouds were rapidly gathering, and the air grew suddenly cold and damp. Inside the warm Bcnedictirn monastery, that lay nestled close to a mountain, above the surrounding lands. Champ, the pride of the monks, lay waiting expectantly by tne blazing hearth for his chance to prove himself worthy of his name. He was a large St. Bernard, with an imposing head, long, muscular body, straight, powerful legs, and with a fin , white-haired coat, spotted at intervals with black. His great brown eyes flashed, and his body quivered, as he saw Father Paul slowly limping towards him. This good, benevolent monk had trained Champ from the dog’s earliest days, and now to see his dog step out to fulfill his first duty made his old heart swell with pride. After patiently adjusting the dog’s collar basket containing a bottle of brandy. Father Paul led the excited St. Bernard to the massive stone door, unbolted it, and whispered in his ear, “Goodbye, my friend. Remember you are a champion now.” The dog licked his master’s wrinkled hand that was extended towards him, and, turning quickly followed that route so many times during his training. It was early afternoon when he set out, and the snow was beginning to fall, gently swirling about him as he plodded along, his footsteps in time to his heartbeats, and bis mind alert to the familiar scene of rugged mountains and steep cliffs about him. However, the clouds that had only threatened the country before, now sent down a whirling host of white flakes, while the icy wind chilled his glowing heart; but when he heard the faint chimes of the monastery sending out their message of hope and cheer, his body stiffened, and his heart regained courage. Now his sleek coat was drip- ping, and ice was beginning to coat him, while his eyes watered from the cold. Still on he plodded his feet sinking deeper and deeper into the soft, freezing snow. Suddenly he forgot his trouble as he scented a human, and then caught sight of a heap of black nearby. He struggled ahead, but the wind drove him back, back near the precipice overlooking a deep chasm. Now he slipped, but he was determined, and pushed with all his might against that wind’s force. When at last he neared the object, a child’s face, blue from cold, and blood-stained, greeted his eyes. He licked the pinched face, and tried to arouse him by pushing him with his paw, but to no avail. His uncanny sense told him that help was needed, and needed quickly. He turned now, and the wind no longer impeded his passage. Scarcely could he discern that mountain pass, but the bells, pealing forth once again, helped him find his way. It was a tedious run back to the monastery, for the snow kept blinding him, and getting deeper and deeper. But Champ of the mountains had been tried, and his victory was certain. He barked loudly as he approached the tutting stone structure, and was hastily admitted. He held in his mouth a woolen glove which he laid down at Father Paul’s sandaled feet. The venerable monk knelt down beside the still-trembling dog and whispered, “You’ve justified my faith in you. Champ. You’ve come through on your first test.” The little boy was rescued soon by a scouting party of the monks, led by Champ; and a few weeks later a burnished gold plate gleamed from around Champ’s neck, but there was more than gold in the look and kind words Father Paul had given him before, and love was the only reward he craved. Who was the child? How did he get there? That is and will be forever, a secret. EMMA BONVICIN, ’38 GREEN (OvidL WOlDIEr 4

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THe Green ®, WKite VOL. 1 JUNE, 1938 N0 1 ISSUED BY THE STUDENTS OP THE COLT MEMORIAL HIGH SCHOOL, BRISTOL, R. L Editor-in-Chief—ROSE TUFAROLO Assistant Editor-in-chief ANN LEAHY Business Manager TEVIS SHUSMAN Assistant Business Manager FRANK FALKS Circulation Manager M A R G U E RIT E BOT10 M L EY Assistant Circulation Manager GLADYS WEAVER Senior Editors GAETANO MARINO EMMA BONYICIN JEROME DONOVAN HAROLD PECKHAM Junior Editors PALM El DA PINHERO MAYNARD SHUSMAN ANTHONY RAMOS Sophomore Editors EMILIA BUCULO NICHOLAS MANCEIRI Alumni Editor—MISS ANNIE D. SISSON Faculty Advisor—MISS SADIE C. CALLAN ;k o u is One may very naturally ask. “What and who does a year book represent ?” And without due reflection upon the matter, one would answer, “It represents the students in the school.” But after deeper consideration, one wonders if that is really all it represents, for do not the advertisements reflect upon the genuine interest of the town as a whole? The business men wish to help make the book a success, so they lend their aid through advertisements. The professional men compose the list known as the “sponsors’ list.” Some inhabitants of the town help by buying copies w' o 1 v I D for their individual use, and last but not least, the students themselves help by buying the hook to muse over and cherish when they are older. Thus, it is evident after the foregoing thoughts that our year hook, “The Green and White” represent; not only the students, but also the town of Bristol. It is with this thought in mind that we. the editors of “The Green and White” publish this hook with the hope that it meets with the approval of all. ROSE TUFAROLO

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STUDENT COUNCIL 1st row—Massa. DuPont, Schinigoi, Romano. 2nd row- Bottomlcy. McMahon, Pinlu-ro, Grabcrt, Securo.