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

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JUNIOR GROUP—NUMBER ONE

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GRANDPA ARCHIBALD’S EXPERIENCE We’re supposed to be a civilized nation, by j'miny, but what I saw this afternoon leads me to believe otherwise. My grandson induced me to see some sort of a contest between two high schools. I think he called the game “feetball.” Before I could offer much protest, I found myself on the way with him to the scene of the contest, a field on the outskirts of the town. Then by Jove, I discovered that one must pay to see some high school boys chasing an overgrown egg all over the field. It surely was an ostrich egg. I cannot think of another bird that has such huge eggs. No sooner did my grandson hustle me to a seat, when we saw a gang of fellows run onto the field dressed in bright-colored uniforms with numbers on their backs. I suppose they were being punished for some-offense committed at school. But to get back to the subject, a few “perty gals” immediately confronted the grandstand and everyone began yelling the name of grandson’s school. Down-light silly, I say! Soon everyone became intensely interested at what was happening on the field. A fellow would stoop, throw the egg between his legs at another boy behind him who tucked it under his arm and ran. Everyone then chased him until someone with a different colored uniform jumped at him and knocked him to the ground. But the thing I enjoyed most was to see those men dressed in white, running around, blowing whistles and horns. They must have been there to amuse the crowd, or to divert their attention from the barbarism of the game. It seems that whenever the whistle would be sounded the boys would stop fighting and hold a conference before they began chasing one another again. But here something happened that caused me to dislike •lie so-called game. After the whistle had been blown, it was noticed that a boy did not get up from the ground. A few important-looking “gents,” coaches my grandson called them, but they didn’t look like that type of auto to me. arose from a bench on the sideline, and, fol- lowed by a small boy struggling with a pail of water, ran to the injured player. Soon they carried him from the field. This same thing happened about six or seven more times during the game. If this is a sport fit for growing youngsters, my name isn’t Archibald Macguil-icutty. During the remaining part of the game my thoughts always returned to that poor fellow lying on the stretcher. Meanwhile the spectators nearly yelled me deaf, and 1 certainly was glad when my grandson told me the game was over. Now that I am home again, I feel my dormant rheumatism returning, probably stimulated by the weather at the game. Oh! What’s this world coming to? Archibald Maeguilieu11y. TEVIS SHUSMAN, ’38 “BILLY” There was a young man named Billy Who thought to be careful was silly He struck up a match On fire his clothes did catch And now in his hands lies a lily. B. HAM BRICK, ’38 “DOPEY” There once was a boy called “Dopey, For he always seemed to be mopey. One day as he sang. On the head he was banged And now he’s no longer Dopey. OLYMPIA PROTO. ’38 THE BIRDIE There was a young bird in a tree Who sang, “Come, listen to me” - - 1 sing nice and loud Of mv voice I am proud And for my songs you pay no fee. MARTHA DiMEZZA, 38 O F -Er Er N (U tfldl Vy D 1 D U 6

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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