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

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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

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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 mndL WDiDUE- The picture disappeared, and I was now in “Madison Square Gardens” where they were starring LORETTA MOREN and her skating queenics. Next I was taken along the busy streets of New York to a renowned beauty salon. The beautician, SHIRLEY MEYERSON, was fixing ROSE BALZANO’S hair. Evidently Rose was going to make her debut in the “Glamour World.” A world all her own. I looked into the window of a nearby shop to watch a fashion show. The model, PHIL ANTINUCCI. wearing a beautiful black dinner gown. How stunning! Same olr Phil. A radio broadcasting station. The announcer. DENNIS MELLO and standing beside him ready to do her bit of dramatization was none other than BEATRICE COLLINS. Hawaii was my next stop. A crowd of people watching somebody. Peeking in I saw the main attraction, DORIS MARTELLY, who was swaying to the lazy rhythm of the Hawaiian guitars. As I was taken along the streets of Hawaii, I noticed IRENE CABRAL whom I was told had succeeded Donald Budge, the tennis champion. I also learned that LEONORA PAIVA had made a name for herself out there in Hawaii. She had a printing shop, all her own. where she printed the only newspaper in Hawaii. Well, wherever one used to see Leo, Dot was sure to belong, and sure enough, I learned that DOT PAIVA was engaged in missionary work, and running a soup kitchen for the poor native children. The mirror cleared and here I saw FARMER MAHONEY’S farm. His wife, DOT KING, was watching Norman plant the land, but wait, she had little Junior by the hand. Well, I do declare! I always said that “Dot” King would make an ideal wife. She looked so happy. Suddenly I was taken back to one of the busiest offices on Wall Street in New York City and there was LUCY CARULLI typing on the fourteen ton typewriter that was on display at the World’s Fair back in 1939. ALICE CASTRO was in another part of the office taking dictation at the rate of 150 words a minute. A class in Problems of Democracy, the teacher, a tall stately maiden. Mademoiselle TYLVENA SOUSA. She must have consulted Alice in Wonderland about her height and Alice must have given her one of those “growing pills.” Now. who was that in the next room? Why, HELEN VASCONCELLOS, who was teaching a class in singing. The scene changed! An optician’s office and there was ROSE RUSSO in a nurse’s uniform. I think you know without being told for whom she was working. A nearby theater, the actresses. HELEN MAISANO and MARGARET VOCCARO, the comediennes of the day—names in bright lights on Broadway. What was the racket? A home for stray cats and it belonged to none other than MARY FERRIERA.. It must have been dinner time for they were all crying for food. A car came up the driveway, the owner, IRENE HARTLEY. Maybe she was going in to sign adoption papers for one of Mary’s cats. Franklin Park was our next stop. There was WALLIS KEMPH giving a campaign speech for himself. He was running for President of the United States, and was trying to speak but was constantly interrupted by a lad who was selling magazines. As he waved one of the magazines in the air I noticed the girl’s picture on the rover. It was MARY SHAW, now a model. As usual she was as pretty as a picture. Now to a meeting of “The Literary Lights”, a club composed of famous people from “High Brow Town”. Who was that stunning blonde delivering the speech of the afternoon? Why, LORETTA BYRNES, now a famous novelist. How efficient! She held her audience spell-bound. Good for Loretta. That girl! Why she looked so familiar—could it be my own—but the mirror blurred and all disappeared. 11 FLORA FUSCO, ’39