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

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LOOKING BACK ... Many of us spent our first years in different schools but, nevertheless, we all ended up in the Bristol Senior High School. Here's where we started out: OLIVER M. Ruggeiro D. Santos B. Pickett F. Pirri L. Proulx C. Rene L. Reposa P. Paivo R. Perry L. Massa J. Mello J. Murgo B. Manchester W. Mancieri H. Grabert E. lasiello C. Jester A. Florenzano V. Fojo F. Foti A. Furtado T. Esposito E. Ferreira N. Ferreira M. Corricelli V. Cunard C. Diodati I. Castro E. Coccio E. Cordeiro R. Cordeiro T. Cordeiro F. Coppabianca G. Carreiro G. Castro A Abenante B. Aguiar C. Alexandre J. Viscione D. Arruda P. Asciolla O. August E. Bolzano M. Bettencourt E. Boutilier E. Calandra D. Camara J. Campbell P. Vieira L. Stanzione R Santos D. Silvia D. Sousa R. Sousa M. Alves TAFT K. Robinson E. Oliver R. Booth R. Brown BURTON F. Rounds A. Oliver F. Perry V. Lima E. Estrella J. Martin S. Dias H. Card G. Cashin P. Battcher D. Bertrand T. Velleca ST. MARY'S J. St. Angelo E. McClure G. McGinn M. Malafronte F. Langello E. Goglia C. Ferreira M. Ennis J. Burke B. Callan M. A. Velleca D. Tavares M. Sardinha R. Sartini L. A. Rielly BYFIELD R. Randall WALLEY R. Pagano MASON J. Goulart F. Canario OTHER SCHOOLS:- WEST BARRINGTON -M. L. Adams WARREN - E. Cook ST. JOHN'S PAROCHIAL -J. Carroll JOHN HOWLAND -R. Bray PROVIDENCE COUNTRY DAY - F. deWolf FINBERG SCHOOL, HEBRONVILLE, MASS. -S. Fuller ST. FRANCIS SCHOOL, NAUGATUCK, CONN. -D. Mello B. Josephs CENTRAL AVE. SCHOOL, NAUGATUCK, CONN. - C. Achilli TERMINAL ISLAND, CALIF. - R. Berg PLATT SCHOOL, RIVERSIDE, R. I. -J. Ferrara Guiteras Memorial Junior High School

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CLASS HISTORY Backward, turn backward, oh Time in thy flight, Make me a child again, just for tonight. Yes, just for tonight, let me relive my high school days — for tonight, Rosemary, my daughter, is to be graduated from the Bristol Senior High School. As I sit here by the silent radio, my mind wanders back to September 7, 1948 — The day I entered high school. What a scared little lot we all were! I can see now in my memory, Joan Burke, all a twitter, the same little talkative Joan who lived happily through her high school career; Jean St. Angelo, who possessed such a lovely voice as we found out in the class operetta; Herman Grabert, who was to become a great football star, he, too, was shaking in his boots. What a timid lot we all were as we stood in the Colt corridor waiting to find out to which room each was to be assigned. Some of us stayed in Colt, in Rooms Six and Four, while the others went over to Andrews. Our first assembly, getting our programs, was a happy but a confused one. Some of us made mistakes in copying our schedules and found ourselves in the wrong rooms much to the enjoyment of the upper classmen! After a time, the seniors failed in their attempt to inspire us with awe and we knew, too, that some day we would be in the 'high and mighty' group. Some of the members of our class were more fort-uncte, having been freshmen at Colt, and they assumed a know-it-all air, lauding it over us, but in a short time we were as fresh as they. Our first class meeting was held in October for the election of class officers. Richard Cordeiro was elected President; Thomas Velleca, Vice-President; Vivian Fojo, Secretary; and Bernice Manchester, Treasurer. Days passed quickly with many a humorous incident taking place in the various classes. Then came the one big moment — The Sophomore Hop. This was the only function in which the sophomores participated. This dance was attended by the sophomores and their friends. As I remember, we were all loathed to leave, but the last dance being over, we were all on our merry ways. The summer passed quickly and again we were back to school, but this time as know-it-all Juniors. Now it was our turn to smile at the mistakes made by the sophomores, reliving our life as green sophomores. Early in November, elections for class officers took place and Herman Grabert was elected President; Ernest Calandra, Vice-President; Elsie Estrella, Secretary; and Vivian Fojo, Treasurer. The Executive Board consisted of Bernice Manchester, Jean St. Angelo, Norman Ferreira, William Mancieri, Frank Cappabianca, and Richard Cordeiro. The Junior Prom was the one important event in our eyes that year. We talked for ages about who was going and with whom. The gowns and corsages of the girls were a spectacle to behold. The Grand March was led by our class officers and their escorts. Soft lights, charming music made the evening go altogether too quickly; soon it was over much to our sorrow. However, some of us were lucky enough to go to the Senior Reception. The Junior year was over and we were then the dignified Seniors. September found us back at school and, to tell the truth, it was nice to be back and to see old friends and to gossip about the events of the summer. This year the Seniors were all in Colt, occupying Rooms One, Two, and Five. The election of class officers took place and resulted with Herman Grabert again elected the President; Ernest Calandra, Vice-President again; Jean St. Angelo, Treasurer; and I, Lee Ann Rielly, Secretary. Many exciting days were ahead. On October 18, 1950, we received our class rings and we all made sure that every one saw them! The Hallowe'en Party and the Christmas entertainment were enjoyed by all, but the Senior Class Play, Miss Jimmy , proved to be exceptionally amusing. In late March, the Senior Operetta, Meet Arizona , wos produced and, as usual, was a great success. We didn't realize what little time there was left, until finals loomed before us and were successfully passed by all of us. After that, the various functions associated with graduation were held; such as, Class Day exercises held Wednesday, June 21, 1951, where the reading of the prophecies and wills made know all our inmost secrets and weaknesses. How well I remember the banquet that night; And how those boys ate! It was all very lovely, especially the dance which followed! How solemn my classmates were the next night as they sat on the stage — the members of the Senior Class — together for the last time as a group. I can still hear the singing of the Alma Mater which caused a lump to rise in my throat and in the throats of the graduates; and that last walk back to Colt where the members of the Class of 1951 separated, each to go his own way. On Friday night, the class reception was held and the girls appeared bedecked in their graduation finery, the boys in their white jackets and dark trousers. Now, here I sit a-waiting the time of my own daughter's graduation. I know that once again a lump will rise in my throat as I hear the strains of — So here's to Alma Mater On thee we praise bestow, For all thy kind endeavors Our intellect to grow. While we will e'er remember as in those days of yore. We'll pledge a deep devotion to thee for evermore. And I know that Rosemary, too, will be undergoing a similar reaction as her high school career comes to an end. Lee Ann Rielly 12