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

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G F Er ir N (flAfidl yy Di D U Qr- CLASS PROPHECY (General Course) I was walking around seeing all the sights of the world of tomorrow, when I stood before a huge electric sign reading “Girard’s Follies”. The name sounded familiar but I couldn’t quite place it. All of a sudden I bumped accidentally into the star of the Follies, being no other than IRENE GIRARD, who was in my graduating class. Perhaps I shouldn’t say “little” because she really weighed one hundred and thirty pounds— quite a change. We chatted about old times and classmates. Just then we saw a tent— a sign reading, “Knows Everything So Can Tell You Everything”. We entered the tent and seated on a small stool was a gypsy lady, with a huge crystal ball before her. I told her I wanted to know a little about each of my classmates who graduated with me from Colt High School in Bristol. She gazed into her crystal ball seeing thousands of people. Yes, it was a baseball game between the Yankees and the Giants, and who was the star player for the Giants? Why, none other than DUKE WILLIAMS, and the position he played—first baseman. The scene changed—great headlines appeared, “America’s Number One Playboy Finally Marries”. You don’t have to think hard if you remember NELSON BEALS in high school. I guess he found his spice of life because he sure has had variety ! Next I was in the largest hospital in New York City and who was coining down the corridor in a spotless,white uniform? Why, it was MARY DECOSTA! Yes, she was head supervisor.. I always knew Mary would go high in the field of nursing. The next scene showed a flock of autograph hunters in Hollywood, and whose autograph did they want? Why “Dan Taylor’s” of course, otherwise known as DANIEL VARGAS. We used to think Robert Taylor was handsome, but oh, anyway don’t miss Danny’s next picture! Now the scene was a large ranch out West. Horses and cowboys galore! Wait a minute! A very pert young lady riding a horse along the trail appeared. Yes, it was MARY ANDRADE, and I mustn’t forget there was someone riding with her—that handsome cowboy husband for whom she always wished. A scene in Washington, an important session of Congress. Who was that? Why, of course, it’s our prominent Senator from Rhode Island, JOHN MACK. You tell them, Johnny. Hollywood again! It’s sad news to hear of the death of one of our favorite comediennes, Patsy Kellysky. But then it’s good news to know that our own CATHERINE HAM MILL has taken her place and is really a big hit. The scene changed quickly to Yale University where the professor of chemistry was addressing his class. Why, of course, it could not be anyone but SAMUEL LEVITEN who would know enough about chemistry to teach it. A big success, too. We were back in New York again. This time “The Great White Way”. It was a night club, a huge electric sign read, “Lero and His Swing Jazz Band”, which had been running for five weeks. Wait a minute! There was a very pretty red-headed girl singing with his band. Why, I couldn’t believe it but it was BEATRICE MULLANEY. She certainly could sing. Why didn’t she let us know before? The next scene was certainly familiar. Why, it was Bristol. The town hadn’t changed much. The scene was on a small hill with a small house. Inside the house a woman was preparing lunch. Why, it was our old classmate, MARION REILLY. She had settled down and had a lovely family—a girl and a Johnny, Jr. She seemed to be very happy. Still in Bristol, just a short way from Marion’s house, another girl had settled down to domestic bliss. Who? BRIDGET TUBILLO. She was so happy and had a son— and if I’m not mistaken she called him “Albert”. What’s this? An airport! The Yankee Clipper III was about to take oft. There 12

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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

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GREEN (WttidL W01 DTE- was a blond hostess seeing that all the passengers were comfortable, and satisfied. Why, of course, it was KATHLEEN FLYNN. She always wanted to he an air hostess. Oh yes, she was still wearing her hair the Greta Garbo style. The crystal cleared. There was a very tall and good-looking young man climbing into the cockpit of a plane. Why, it was JOHN STONE. Wonder if the “Belle of Bagdad” was responsible for his career? On my way again. Now it was a big court-room, a crowd of people were there. That lawyer was rather familiar. Reminded me of someone. Sure, WILLIAM SHAYER. Guess he received his training arguing with Eddie Burns. Now, the judge, CRESCENZO MALAFRONTE, rushed in, late as usual. He hadn’t changed much from high school days. Out in the sunshine again. This time to the Metropolitan Opera House where “Aida” was being presented and the prima donna, none other than MARJORIE TOEVS, famous the world over. In the big hospital across the street, I was greeted by ANNA DIGATI, a trained nurse in charge of the children’s ward. Anna always wanted to be a nurse and was doing wonderful work in helping the sick. As I came out of the hospital, I was greeted by a very cheerful policeman; he looked familiar. Sure, MIKE RUGGIERO, so tall that he could command and control any situation. He informed me that the probation officer of the town of “Bayville” was EDWARD PROCOPIO. I suppose his interest in weight-lifting had helped him to prepare for this career. All he does is lift the culprit and carry him back to school. Now for the tent of “Ali Ben Turbin” to learn my own fate. But on reaching his building I read the following: “Out to Lunch”, so I sighed and continued on my way. VIRGINIA BRIGHTMAN, ’39 0 0 0 CLASS PROPHECY (Industrial Arts Group) As I rode around in my big Dusenberg, I decided to stop at a large estate on Poppa-squash.. Ha! Whom did i see but my old friend, EDDIE BURNS, walking arm in arm with his Ruthic dear, while over on the tennis court was HARRY BULLOCK with a big cigar in his mouth, judging a championship game. Dismounting, I walked around the estate and came across my old pal. BUDDY CONGDON, teaching a few children how to bat correctly. He, the king of swat, even had Babe Ruth beaten. In the distance I saw a tall tower and a large mansion. Going up to the tower I saw FRANK FALES, a gentleman farmer now. And by George! He was pushing a lever; lo and behold, immediately by magic, carrots came out of the ground. Oh, yes, growing vegetables by remote control now. Leaving the farm lands, I went down to the shore and saw a great, big, husky man, the life guard. Guess who? None other than OSCAR GABLINSKE. Going to the dock where a large palatial yacht was tied I saw HENRY IASIELLO, its owner. Look! A speedboat roaring by with an aquaplane tied to it; the rider, ANDREW NORONHA, a trickster. Leaving the water I entered a large hot-house where different species of flowers were growing. The horticulturist, ROBERT OWEN, who was trying to extract butter from buttercups. I left the hot-house and went to a large gym, where there was a tall, dark and handsome instructor teaching the boys how to tiptoe. Yes, the big teacher was SLIM RODERICK, our boy. “Well,” said I, “my classmates have done well for themselves.” ALFRED SOUSA, ’39 13