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

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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

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GFJE-EN OAndl W01 ntTE- OUR DIARY Sophomore Year Dear Diary Today I pause, with pen in hand, to recall the history of the Senior Class of ’39 during the past three years. September—1936—The great doors of Colt Memorial High School again swung open to welcome into its midst a large number of young and eager Sophomores. What a pleasant feeling to know that once inside these doors we become a vital part of Colt! We certainly had fun trying to find our names on the bulletin board. And how shyly we tip-toed around the corridors anxiously peeking into rooms to sec if we could find a familiar face. After much hesitation, we entered our rooms and sank into the nearest seat with a great sigh of relief. We had found port at last! Some thoughtful person had pasted white cardboard squares with the room numbers on them above the doors. This kind act was greatly appreciated by the bashful little Sophomores—was it not? October—As time went by we became accustomed to the rules, the daily routine, and settled down to work. But here I must pause to mention that pleasure was combined with studies, thus making our first year at Colt a cherished memory. November—On the 11th of November the teachers and student body assembled in the Auditorium to hear the Armistice Day Address delivered by General Luke H. Cal-lan. On the 26th of this month. Reverend Herbert D. Graetz related to us the “History of Thanksgiving, from 1578 down to the present time.” December—Everyone was looking forward to Christmas. At the assembly on December 23rd, “A Christmas Message of Peace.” was delivered by Reverend Patrick Brennan of the St. Columban Seminary. January—The year 1937 found us again hard at study after a short Christmas vacation. The next three months were spent in school work, broken occasionally by different forms of pleasure, including moving pictures, dances, etc. May—And. oh dear diary, we felt a little disappointed at not being asked to take part in the Junior and Senior socials—The Junior Prom and Senior Reception—unless we were lucky enough to be invited by a thoughtful upper-classman. Were we? June—The great day arrived. Final examinations! A general buzz of excitement as pupils settled down to hours of good hard study. Did examinations discourage us? No. not exactly, for we were eagerly looking forward to the long summer vacation that was soon to follow. Thus brings to a happy close our Sophomore year at Colt. Ah! To be a Sophomore once again! Junior Year Dear Diary September—Here we were once again—Juniors, and busier than ever! The latter part of the month Class Officers were elected : President—Angelo Massa Vice President—Anthony Ramos Secretary—Marie Schinigoi Treasurer—Maynard Shusman Executive Board Frank Correia, Palmeida Pinhero, Marie Pacheco, Gladys Weaver, hrank hales. October—Real hard work confronted us. so we seriously settled down. November—On the 26th of this month we paused in our studies to assemble in the Auditorium in observance of Thanksgiving Day. 15