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

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(Industrial Arts) Time 1965. Place Singapore. Setting, I. HILL CONLEY, ertswhile gentleman of leisure, and for the last quarter of a century, a permanent fixture in Singapore, am stealthily wending my way through a dark alley toward a disreputable looking hole in wall over which hangs a sign reading. Crawl Inn, Gentlemen Welcome. As I crouch to enter the doorway a group of fighting street gamins surge by. As they disappear in the distance, they seem to touch a responsive chord in my memory. Oh! yes. Is it so strange that they should remind me of the dear old I. A. class of ’40? Xot so strange when you knew them as intimately as I did. I wonder what the dear old lads are doing now. They can't all possibly be as fortunate as I. Oh! well, there’s one way of finding out, I muttered as I entered my favorite rendevous. Cautiously edging my way through the surging throng. I took the magic cigarette the bartender proffered me. made my way to my habitual corner, lighted my cigarette, sighed luxuriously and was carried into a different world. Ah!, yes, a different world, but one only too familiar, for it is good old Bristol and the first familiar face 1 see is FAZIO AMOLETTE, my how you’ve grown Fudge' . Surely that accumulation of excess flesh around vour waist isn't from over-exercise, and that cigar, derby hat and handle-bar moustache too, why you look like a typical politician to me Fudge and you’re the one guy that used to say You’ve got to have a pull if you expect to get anyplace around here. Who is this prosperous-looking individual Fudge is chatting with? Sure enough it’s ANTHONY ASCIOLA and he looks as though he were the owner of that imposing-looking structure behind him. It looks like a bakery. Yep, Jug is now owner and manager of world-famous Jugaboo Bread Inc. Say what’s the noise and who is that up on top of that flag pole? It’s MICHAEL BALZANO broadcasting the latest news. He has put all the radio stations out of business; they say he can be heard for miles around. Well, you had plenty of practice when you were young. Mike, go to it. This figure looks familiar. Its silent, suave, darkly handsome JOE BISBANO. What’s the tuxedo for Joe? Shucks you shouldn’t have turned around. I saw that sign on your back that read Eat at Moe's.” Never mind Joe, we all have to earn a living. Wow! What was that roar in the distance! That wasn't a roar it was a tremendous guffaw. MILT BORGES, star pitcher for the Bristol Yankees, just pitched over his fast one. It was so fast no one saw it Oh! that beautiful voice wafting through the still air sounds familiar. It’s MORRIS CAIZZI, the new Metropolitan opera star, and the toast of New York. Not everybody knows how you can sing Morris (thank heaven). I am now down by the waterfront and here comes FRANK CASSANO with a pair of oars. He must be on his way down to take a spin in his pride and joy . Atta boy. Franky! Practice makes perfect. But who is this figure strolling along? Ixwks like FRED DUNBAR! Ah! ha! you’ve finally completed that original bomb you started back in the old I. A. Shop days! Well, I am getting out of here before your first experiment. Best of luck. Fred: we’ll pick up the pieces. By the way. you have all probably heard of the latest best seller Lulu in Honolulu. The author. DANIEL FURTADO MONTS, whom we all know as farmer . Daniel is getting some first hand information for his next novel, and he seems to have his hands full right now. Now. we are back in Bristol again and here we see ELMER McXAMARA and Mac” is dignity personified! Why not. for after all he is the controlling stockholder in McNamara’s Plumbing Supplies. Inc, we know why, don’t we? Over here in the midst of a group of people, we see HILARIO MONIZ. Eli is standing on a soapbox and haranguing the crowd on the virtues of the straight Democratic ticket. You’re just the chap that can do it, old boy Eli! Up overhead. I hear the hum of an airplane. One glance is all that is needed to tell me who is driving it. SEBASTIAN MORRA. the ultra modern artist, who uses the sky as his easel and a plane as his brush. As the airplane drones off in the distance. I continue on my way. My, my! Who can it be attracting the large crowd? The name they are shouting sounds familiar. There he is. It’s JOSEPH PACHECO, and from what the crowd is shouting. I gather he is the matinee idol of the day! Oh! and speaking of great personalities, here comes PASQUALE PARISI. Pat is the official news reporter for the government. There are no official secrets in the world that he does not know about. They say he is right hand man to the President. Is that the President accompanying him now? Yes. it is JOSEPH PIMENTAL! He always could talk his way out of anything, but he must have talked himself into this. That huge bodyguard lurking nearby looks familiar, and why shouldn’t he? It’s none other than FRANKLIN 7

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REYNOLDS. When there is trouble brewing “Governor just tucks our diminutive President under his arm and everything is under control. Well, well! The crowd is still shouting over in the Bristol Stadium. The baseball game must be almost over. There comes the coach out on the field. It’s VINCENT SANTO, and how the crowd cheers, for after all. he is the man behind the scene. Yes, coach Santo even showed promise as a lad but—help! fellows help! Oh excuse me gents. Just reminiscing. Ah! Singapore. WILLIAM F. CONLEY, 40 0 s) fc) (General Course) Two months vacation. Where will I go? What will I do? I have it. an airplane tour around the world. My first stop was the Metropolitan Opera House. As 1 walked in. the lights dimmed and then giggles were heard. No wonder, for furiously shaking his fists at the orchestra, sounding squeaky and unstrong, was JOK RUSSO, trying his best to put his so-called “hash” together. Next came a singer, trying to reach “triple C I'll be! It’s none other than MARGARET REMIERES holding her head high, as usual. After that experience. I was anxious to see more and decided to visit a night club. Upon entering, the floor show was going on and out came a balloon dancer. Why. no one else but JEAN MAI.AFRONTH, trying her best to hang on to the balloons, which were dragging her all around the floor. After this came the act of Edgar Bergen and Charlie McCarthy. My, but look at them. SYLVESTER FIDALGO with his three-inch mustache, holding on his lap BENNY PECKHAM. who is smoking a cigar almost twice as big as he. The next day I visited the fair when I heard these words, “Come one. come all. see the most celebrated cow-puncher.” A little curious. I entered and lo and behold! a tall, dark young man. dressed in cowboy clothes, surrounded by admiring women was FRANK CAIZZI. (no doubt telling them another of his yarns). Same old Frank. As I started to walk on. a car came whizzing by. then a crash. I rushed to the scene and saw RALPH MARASCO and ORLANDO PANSA sprawled out in the wrecked car. singing “Sweet Adeline”. Ahem, victims, no doubt! Yes—speed victims! Next I saw a young man showing some ladies around the Aquacade. Do my eyes deceive me? WILLIAM ANDERTON? Well. well. I always knew he wasn’t as shy as he looked. To my right, lazily fanning himself with a flower was RAYMOND THOMAS. I wonder if lie’s trying to imitate Ferdinand? Same old Raymond. Well, look over there; a crowd gathering around someone standing on a soapbox. Of all things, it’s GAETANO PARELLA trying to sell hair tonic. No wonder there were so many “moons shining in the crowd. As I turned to go. I noticed a familiar face in the crowd. Why yes. it’s ELEANOR SOLDANO and with her arc six cute children, an ideal wife. Whose? That’s telling! Twelve o’clock noon, and I started to go to the restaurant across the street when two girls passed by.. They were clad in nurses’ uniforms rnd—why they’re LEAH FIORE and MARY BISBANO. Oh! To be sick! I’m glad they’re succeeding. As I took a seat in a cafeteria, a cute waitress came toward me. accompanied by a man. Oh. it is LOUISE IASIELLO and ALBERT VASCONCELI.AS. He's the owner of the restaurant, and one to be proud of too. Louise. the hostess, there. After lunch I went to a vaudeville. When I was seated the announcer said. “Ladies and Gentlemen. Here are two tongue-twisters. “Oister and Toister”. But look, it's JOSEPHINE CELONE and CATHERINE PANTE. My! They sure arc good. Then came the specialty, the 1950 jitterbuggers. called “Flipsy and Flopsy”. Say. but they do look familiar. Of course, it’s GEORGE FELIX and ALBINA FASANO. My. but they sure can step. Albina, all smiles, as usual! Upon coming out. I saw a slender young lady roughly sketching some conspicuous person in the crowd.. Doesn't she look familiar? Yes. it's SHIRLEY HEILHECKER, the famous cartoonist. Hmin. I’m glad she followed that career. Roaming some more, I bumped into someone and started to excuse myself when I 9