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

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GREEN amdl WCHOmE- JOSHUA’S JALOPY Old Joshua Applebottom had a jalopy. He bought it three years before for half a hundred dollars and it was pretty well shot. The windows (if there were any) rattled, the doors, (i. e. the exits and entrances with like conditions as applied to the windows) were dangerously weak, the high flat non-turret top endangered the health of those inside when rain fell, the tires depended upon the tubes for aid in keeping the car up, the tubes were not always dependable, he didn’t need a windshield wiper (though he had one) for there was no windshield, we won’t discuss the motor (?). Needless to state, Zeke, I mean Joshua, had a tough time starting and stopping his jalopy. Rut Mr. Applebottom was a resourceful man. He built a so-called combination start-stop garage. That is simply a garage built on the summit of a hill with doors on the front and back ends. At night when he pulls in he simply aims for the hill and thus stops. In the morning he uses the gear method of starting. He simply gives the car a little push, rolls down the hill, the motor grinds, and the song (?) of the working motor is once more heard. MAYNARD SHUSMAN, ’39 0 0 MY TREASURE CHEST I have a little treasure chest, In an attic dark as dark can be, And all I do in play and rest Comes from the wealth it stores for me. Made not by genius of savants Is this little chest of mine; The more it has the more it wants, It surely must be called divine. This chest is not at all of gold. There in the attic where it has lain; And all the wealth that it does hold Is in the substance of my brain. Matched to the knowledge of the ages Unnoticed is the strength of gold; Without the wisdom of the sages Advancements would not have been told. So. if perchance I were to choose Between wealth of wit and wealth of gold, I then would choose what I would not lose Were I to face misfortune bold. This is the wealth of my little chest From the sages’ wisdom did I gain. Which through its own self-seeking quest Reveals the treasures of my brain. FRANK CORREIA, ’39 0 SPRING Spring is here! Spring is here! How we love this weather clear. No more snow, no more ice, Everything so green and nice. Daily to high school we do go. In this beautiful weather. Oh! What woe! However we grin and study a bit. Still try with the teachers to make a hit. They too. seem to feel the spell. Of this magician. Spring. Ah. Well— In a few more weeks school will end. And the pleasure of vacation then begin. DANIEL FURTADO, ’40 0 0 0 THE BOLD SKIER There once was a skier bold and brave. Who went up on a hill with a barrel stave When he reached the top he paused a while, And looked around with a knowing smile. He started off with a mighty lunge. And took a terrific downward plunge. His eyes in terror opened wide And halfway down that mighty slide. His head came down to meet his knees. And he saw below him all the trees. He met a rock and hit his head And now he is home in his little bed. THOMAS BRELSFORD, ’40 7

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GREEN mndL WOlDJOh CLASS PROPHECY (College Preparatory) After many attempts, I had just landed on Mars, in my stratosphere plane. Walking about I focused my powerful telescope on the Earth. As usual everyone was hurrying, nowhere. As I focused my gaze more closely upon the people, I recognized an old classmate who was busily delivering messages and packages. Sure enough, it was my old friend, STEVE BURNS, tearing up Hope Street. He operated a national hook-up delivery service—including trains, planes, and ships. I didn’t think Steve had lost contact with my old classmates so I followed him around to see the changes brought upon those with whom I was once so intimate. I saw a truck stopped before a huge gate bearing the sign. “WILLIAMS’ Poultry Farm”. So ARTHUR WILLIAMS finally achieved his life-long aim. I’m sure he’s prosperous because I heard the sound from the barnyard echoing on Mars. Was that the neighing of horses? Lo and hehold! I was gazing upon a huge ranch. The only one T remembered being interested in horses was JOHN CHURCH. Here he was, the proud possessor of “Poppasquash” which was converted into a horse and cattle ranch. Some boy 1 Suddenly there was a clamor of hoofs, and in a flash a stampede was started. A husky, weather-beaten cowpuncher rushed out to quell the rumbling. I couldn’t believe it, but it was DOMENIC COPPOLTNO. What a change 1 As I gazed farther along on the ranch, I noted a red cape being used with many a graceful gesture. It was none other than JAMES RODRIGUES trying to introduce bull-fighting in the Trinidad manner. Goodness, Jim, a toreador? I couldn’t believe it! There were many battleships in the harbor and I remembered that the naval manoeuvres were to be held in the local waters.. Whose was that strong commanding voice I heard? It couldn’t be FRANK CORREIA. T thought to myself, for he was always interested in the army. Nevertheless, that’s who it was; Commodore Correia” hale and hearty, giving orders, right and left, to his inferiors. I always knew Rristol needed a roller-skating rink, but I never thought that MARY SANTULLI would be the one to promote this idea. Sure enough, there was Mary, giving instructions to those not so graceful. I always thought she would be a school marm.” Incorporated with the skating rink were modern tennis courts, owned and operated by the ex-world’s champion tennis player. JOHN PAR1INGION. Hurrah for John, said I. I wonder if he is as quiet as of old? Well, well! A modern efficient grocery store! Built and owned by none other than Pat” CODOLA. I always thought that he would be a coach for Northwestern. However, he had a “gym” in the rear of his store where he coached all the offspring of his former classmates who had settled down to conubial bliss. The World’s Fair this year was held in Bristol, and one could see, as he entered, the world’s largest hot dog stand; also one could hear WILHELMINA VICTORIA shouting, “A loaf of bread, a pound of meat, and all the mustard you can eat!” “Willy” owned one of the largest concessions. Making money, too. More exciting than school teaching! Interesting! Assisting—that is—to attract the customers was MARY RF.GO, who still worked her “come hither” look. Not quite so bashful as of old, was Mary. Some pep! Exhibited at the Fair was the find of the century in the pugilistic world, that 102 pounds of dynamite STEPHEN CAMPANELLA. He was billed as “Horizontal Steve”. I wondered why. Maybe he acquired that propensity from “lolling” all over the desks at Colt. Remember? Hand resting on cheek! Dreamy look! Better not dream now, Stephen. His manager looked familiar. ANTHONY RAMOS! Why, I thought Anthony was S