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

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FRESHMAN GROUP ATHLETIC ASSOCIATION OFFICERS (Left to Right)—Aiello, Massa, Alfano, Anderton, Moniz, DuPont, Vaccaro

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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

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CLASS WILL We, the members of the Class of 1940 of Colt Memorial High School, Bristol, Rhode Island, being of sound minds do make, publish, and declare this, our I-ast Will and Testament, in the following manner, and we direct our executor, hereinafter named, to carry out the following bequests: To Mr. Fitzgerald: A pair of roller skates to save time in crossing from one building to another. To Mr. Burke: Enough money to print a book entitled “How To Be Patient.” We would all like to know. To Mr. Walker: One of next year's senior girls to bring him his lunches, as desired. To Mr. Carlson : Five dollars to purchase a book entitled How To Keep Chemistry Classes Quiet in the Laboratory.” To Mr. Sullivan: The permission to give to Mr. Hazen a few inches in order that he might not be mistaken for a student. To Miss Bradford: The task of guiding the new incoming Sophomores. To Miss Marino: The right to choose a group of girls to help her with her clippings and filings. To Miss Bullock: Enough money to install a private telephone to Room One to be used during the publication of the school paper. It will come in handy. X’est-ce pas. Miss Callan ? To Miss Sisson : A request that she be as lenient with next year’s Classical division as she was with this year’s. To Mr. Hazen: A 100x100 scrap book in which to paste current events instead of pasting them on the blackboard. To Mr. Huston: A check with which to purchase a trailer to carry equipment instead of using his car. To Mr. Sylvia: A ton of headache powder to use next year when he thinks of this year’s I. A. class. To Miss Daily: A megaphone so that her orders might be heard throughout the gym. To Miss Callan : A desk with a second story so that she will have room to keep all those papers that clutter the desk! To Mr. Canario: A Junior class that will not cause him quite so many headaches as this year’s did. To Mr. Murgo: An electric fan for Room 12. You can use it up there, can’t you, Mr. Murgo? To Miss McGovern: Gas for that car in which she rides so often with her “sister”. To Mrs. Bezansan : $1000 to buy supplies so that all the school may enjoy that good icecream when her home economics pupils make another “batch.” To Mrs. Donovan : Our sincere thanks for her help in the presentation of our operetta. “Oh. Doctor!” To Mr. Cornell: A cabinet to file the reports of the N. V. A. students. To Mr. Farr: An electric lawn-mower. It will save so much time. To Mr. Dwyer: A set of new garden tools so that he will be able to keep the Andrews campus “extra” beautiful. I. WILLIAM ANDERTON. leave to my brother. ALEXANDER, my ability to be right up to the minute on Current Events. I. RUTH ALGER, leave to ROSE DIGATI. my keen sense of humor. I. NORMAN BELMORE. leave to JOSEPH CAMERA, my diving helmet which I used in the shower room to keep my curly hair dry. I. MARY BISBANO. leave to LOIS BROWNELL, my fascinating dimples which improve so beautiful a smile. I. FRANK CAIZZI. leave to FRANK CATALFANO. my wavy hair and quiet shy ways. I. COSMO CASTIGLIEGO. leave to CAZEMIRO ANTONIO, my ability to work out the wrong answers in Chemistry. I. JOSEPHINE CELOXE. leave to EVELYN BRITO, my ability to get all the latest news last. I. HERBERT EISEXSTADT. leave to HAROLD BEAUREGARD, my position as assistant coach of the baseball squad, and permission to advise Mr. Huston in “tough spots”. 15