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

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noticed ROSE SECURO, with a rolling pin in her hand, running after her husband. He's in the dog house, no doubt, thought I. Who? Oh. look! Two policemen going toward that crowd. I wonder if someone's hurt. Why no. it’s two men firmly boasting about their strength. Say. 1 know them. They're COSMO CASTIGLIEGO and HERBERT EISENSTADT. Same old pair! What's that mumbling Well, as I live and breathe, it's MURIEL FISKE. graciously reciting lines from Longfellow to a certain man. Hmm, I wonder. My it’s getting late. I must he getting on. Say, look at that girl coming down the street. Isn’t she quaint? Oh. it's JOSEPHINE TURILLO—now the owner of a home for destitute cats. Now. look at those Parisian creations! Stunning! Who’s the designer? Why. it’s MARION MARSHALL. Our quiet little Marion. Now, who is that on the sideline? Why say, it’s RUTH ALGER. A hostess on the latest De Luxe Plane. What a swell looking hostess. And cheerful! Well, 1 don’t blame her. do you? And that man in uniform! Don't tell me! Rut it is—NORMAN BELMORE; an admiral—Will wonders never cease ! There, home at last, and 1 must say that it’s been a wonderful experience to have seen all of my classmates again. I who stayed quietly at home and studied to he a nurse. ROSANNA SAVINO, 40 0 0 0 (Commercial Course) The other day I was talking to Professor Jones, and he told me about his new invention. a space ship that would go into the future in any date predicted. Naturally I had heard about absurd things as this, hut I never actually thought it to be true, hut you know me. I’ll try anything once. So, we started on our journey into the year of 1950. I thought this was a good chance to see what my classmates would be doing. To my surprise, the space ship was heading toward Mars, and I could sec two large red spots shining on each side of it. but as I came nearer. I saw none other than IRENE HEAD and MARGARET GREENE. “So it was their hair that caused the red glow and to think scientists were wondering what ft was! I waved to them, but they just pointed toward their king, who was none other than NATALE CANDELMO. He always did go for leadership, and he finally reached the top. Directly beside him were two guards. Why! as I live and breathe, they are the two ASCOLI brothers. Well, at last they agree. I was about to say goodby when I heard music, and in came a parade of dancers. At the head of them was our little dancer. GILDA SILVIA. She is still at it. I knew someday her dancing would be fit for a king. There arc es pccially two dancers who are really fascinating, and who should they be but MADELINE CANIZ-ZARO and HELEN RODERICK, as slim as can be. Take a hint girls. Don’t go on i diet. they say. Just jitterbug and grow trim. A few more dancers came in but. they soon vanished. Finding no other old acquaintances, we soon headed for Venus, where we were greeted by a charming lady whom we soon recognized as ROSE DIAS, but she soon forgot me and was engrossed in that shorthand hook. My. hut that book must be worn to threads. But. as I went farther into the Planet. I heard queer noises, and looked for the cause of this chatter. There I saw a young girl trying to play the drums, and having a difficult time of it at that. It was MARION LANGELLO. If she can’t beat him. she might as well beat something. And who is that doing a sailor dance? It’s none other than our old friend. JOSEPH CARDOZA. So. he finally joined the Navy. I can hear a voice, resembling a Nightingale, accompanied by a piano player. My. what a team LAWRENCE PERRY, and LYDIA GAR I STA. make. Well, our visit at an end. we soon found ourselves on Jupiter. We landed beside a crowd of people who were cheering. Were those cheers for me? Oh. I see. They were cheering for the second Corrigan. NICHOLAS MANCIERI. There he goes, again breaking another record in speed. But. who is that sweet little girl throwing flowers at him? Why it’s my little pal. LAURA FRANCIS. Still at it I-aura? More cheers ring through the air. Another record has been shattered, but who is it this time? Why, it’s ANNA CAVALLARO. She really made a flight from Earth to Jupiter in 59 minutes. 11

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Try and figure that out. I’m still trying. But anything can happen where Anna is concerned. I turned to greet here, but was pushed by the crowd right into a restaurant where I came face to face with the waiter. CHARLES ABATE. Can you imagine him trying to sell me a streamlined sandwich? My complaints brought out the head waiter. AUGUSTINE MARSHALL, who settled the matter by simply rolling his eyes. Watch out. girls! By this time, the cook came out, and I was astonished to see ANNE IASl-ELLO. flipping pancakes to the rhythm of T-E-A-M. Are you still practicing Anne? I gave up long ago. I rushed out for I feared I would start a riot. I entered my space ship and was again on my way. Since I was visiting all the Planets, I decided to see Neptune, and see if any of my classmates had tarried that far. As I came closer. I noticed that everything was ouiet. hut upon landing. I saw that a picture was being filmed. The leading lady, MARY AIELLO, was portraying the wife of Franklin, er-er Benjamin Franklin. My attention was irresistably drawn to a fascinating leading man. Romeo ANTHONY CABRAL. Still at it Tony? I knew this was no place for me so I quietly left, hut stopped instantly when 1 humped right into ANNE JAM1EL, who was in a real hurry. It was her fourth wedding. My. but you have improved Anne! I turned to congratulate her, when again I was riding toward another planet. Saturn, and this time I met a sight very different from anything I have ever seen. All the houses were made of colored glass and perfectly round. The designer was looking over her work. I got a glimpse of her. It wa ROSE MASCOLA. I knew some day that her decorating ideas would cause a thing like this. Poor Saturn! One of the houses was supposed to be a newspaper office, and a perfect secretary, trying to put things in order was DRUSALINA OREFICE. Dear me. are you actually trying to put out a perfect newspaper? I would have given up by now. Her assistant was our perfect speed typing artist BERTHA CABRAL. Those Planets can work miracles. Through a glass window I could see a sleeping beauty. LYDIA VIERRA. Still waiting for Bud. ahem. 1 mean Prince Charming? Comi'g out of one of the houses was EMILY SOUSA carrying a large egg. I suppose her ‘•jokes have finally laid an egg. I dared not stay longer, for fear of the crash this egg would make. So. I entered my ship again and started toward Mercury. The first stop was at a beauty salon, and the two hair dressers were my dear little friends, CLARA GEORGE and AGNES ANDRADE. I fear for those future hair styles. I said goodbye, and strolled along the beach. There was a beauty contest under way. The winner looked familiar. It was our glamour girl MARGARET McGANN. Miss Mercury. I knew that operetta work would not go to waste. In a corner of the beach. I could see ANDREW DEL TORO, busily digging for quahaugs. I always wondered what he did with his spare time. Close by. someone else was splashing paint on a boat, and as I looked closer. I saw that it was MARY PALUMBO. Catching up on your painting. Mary? I wonder why. Suddenly. I heard romeone shouting for help. Would no one save her? Why there goes the life guard. JOSEPH COSTA. Quite a physique Joe! That's what spinach will do. The girl saved was MARY BAKER. It s not ice. Mary. As I was walking away. I was twirled completely around by a speeding space ship that whizzed past me. I looked angrilv ?t the driver, but as it came by again. I recognized MARX JAM ILL as the driver. Her driving has improved greatly, I hope. I was trying to get away before she came back arain. I ran into the first house I reached. I was greeted by an old classmate. IRENE FURTAIK). now a housewife, and she was humming her song. Oh Joseph. Joseph. I couldn’t stay long. I said adieu, and was about to start for home, for I was famished. In a window I saw MARY GRIMO. making a super-super cake of twenty layers. Now. where did she learn to cook like that? I stopped suddenly, for across the street was a little school house. I looked in and saw a sweet-faced teacher. CARMELLA MARABELLA. Just what she’s fitted for. don’t you think? I turned around and saw a young girl teasing the teacher, she was. oh well, we’ll let AN IONET-TA SALVAGGIO tell you. But that girl teaching drawing! It couldn’t be—so serious—but it was ANGELINA ALFANO. Remember the nice cover design she made for the Commentarii ? At last, it was time for me to return home. My space ship passed a tiny star, and peeping out was MARION SICK iN A NO. That must be the star she once wished on. Another star whizzed by me. It was DELPHINA AX ILLA, taking a trip to the Moon. Tell me about it when you get back. Del. Good-by to the other Planets, and Hello to the Earth. At last I am returning to 1940, the greatest year I know. ANGELINA ALFANO, ANDREW DEL TORO. 40 13