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

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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

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GREEN (ttArudL VDiOU[B going to be a druggist. He is but was making a graph of “Bob’s heart throbs. Some graph ! In an animal cage, I saw a diminutive figure. I looked closer. No, it couldn’t be, but it was! MAYNARD SHUSMAN, a trainer of lions. The lions roared, Shusman ducked. In his hand was a small camera. Ah. getting first hand information. A candid camera! Watch out. Maynard. The office of the Secretary of Labor, Washington. D C., and that very efficient looking woman busy endeavoring to take the “de” out of depression. Why it is CLAIRE RICHARDS. No, she didn’t become a school “marm ’ but has been most successful in the political world. “Now for my own future,’’ said I, but just then my telescope broke into a thousand pieces, thus preventing me from discovering my own career. ANGELO MASSA, ’39 0 0 0 CLASS PROPHECY (Commercial Group) It was a calm evening in 1987 and T found myself groping around in a dark forest. As I continued to walk, not knowing where T was, 1 heard a voice ask. “Oh stranger, where goest thou?” Shaking myself together. I paused for a moment and there before my eyes appeared a mist. Suddenly it vanished and a stately figure descended upon me. It repeated. “Oh stranger, where goest thou?” Frightened as I was. I recognized this figure to be the “Queen” in “Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs”. “Oh Queen, please lead me back to civilization.” “Your wish shall be granted, but first, you must be my guest.” and so through the forest I trudged. Soon we came upon a brilliant garden and there in the garden stood a large golden structure, the Queen’s castle. Together, we strolled through the garden and the Queen waved a wand and suddenlv a mirror, yes, a magic mirror confronted me. It said, “My Queen, I am your slave. What is it that you wish?” Turning to me she asked, “Stranger, have you a wish you would like to come true?” “Yes. I have many wishes which I would like to have come true.” said I, “but one I would like most of all, right now, would be to see each member of my class of 1939 and see what they are doing.” No sooner said than done. Quicker than a flash and the magic mirror took me to a little church in Dogpatch. As I neared it. the familiar strains of the wedding march reached my ears and there before my very eyes was GRACIE BRUNO, attired in a beautiful white gown and carrying a bouquet of calla lillies. She was walking down the aisle ready to take that vow. I guess you all know who her husband was. The clergyman was coming toward them to give his blessing, and as he came closer, I recognized him to be none other than ALFRED NUNES. The scene faded away and my mirror took me to an airport where there were hundreds of people waiting, expecting a famous actress. I looked up and there among the clouds was the expected plane. A few minutes more and it landed. Who stepped out? Why it was MARIE SCHINIGOI. an air hostess. The actress? Of course, GLADYS WEAVER. The people knew her as Hedy Lamariski. But wait, who was that girl rushing through the crowd? MARIE PACHECO, star reporter for the New York Sun, ready to interview the little actress. The pilot stepped out. He looked familiar. Why, it was none other than ALEX GOULART, the most quiet boy in the class. Quick as a flash the scene changed again, and as I looked into the mirror I saw a young lady swinging her baton to the rhythm of an all-girl band.. The young lady? PALMEIDA PINHERO! That girl playing the clarinet, she looked like, whv it was, ROSE BOTHELO. 10