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

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trained in the winter months on the Bristol Common. Marlene urged us not to miss his oct. I silently thought to myself, If only Mr. Capone could see him nowl How about VIRGINIA DEITORO? June inquired. Oh, she is the manager of Mama Mia's Used Car Loti Ginger greets each potential customer personally, serving them pizza and coffee. Needless to say, Mamma Mia's is a very popular place. She's sold a great number of cars too — all with built-in cushioning ' I was fascinated to hear about all of my friends, but the next race was about to begin, so we reluctantly left Marlene with her forty children and walked out on the pier. The beetle class was under way and the woman beside us seemed unduly excited. She peered anxiously through the field glasses and called encouragement to several small boys that were skippering. ANGELA PANZARELLAI Why this certainly is a surprise! The woman turned, a bit puzzled at first, but at lost she recognized us. We were only too anxious to know the reason for all her concern for the beetle doss. Haven't you heard of the Mt. Hope Prep School for Boys, and their champion racing crews? She was astounded. My old friend WALTER YOUNG had founded this private school on the HaffenrofFer estate, and Angela was hired as chief cook ond dietician. I wondered ond with a smile if this prep school resembled that one Walt had mentally designed during geometry periods. We learned from Angela that JOSEPH MOTTA had attained the position of Chief of the Narragonsett Council of Boy Scouts ond was personally conducting a troop of Scouts in every parade. Angela began ogain to shout words of encouragement to the boys but something appeared to be interfering with the race. A fabulous, luxurious launch had come steaming ocross the course. It was unmistakably VAN LEAHY, the famous heart-throb of Hollywood, who wos summering in Newport at his estate, but decided to come up for the regatta. He couldn't have caused a greater sensationl On the deck, among the many bathing beauties, were the famed producer of Van's latest film, and the producer's wife, NATALIE D RISA, the vivacious Spanish actress. June ond I could hardly wait to talk to John ond Nat — they were so successful in our class ploy, we imagined that they were in the Cadillac — swimming pool category by nowl The launch was moored next to the Yacht Club, ond the celebrities disembarked amidst a flurry of excitement. Nat was exotically attired in a bright sarong-type afternoon dress and straw sandals. Of course she had dark glasses, to ochieve the movie star effect. As John (or I should say, Von ), stepped smiling onto the pier, two starry-eyed teen-ogers swayed, and one promptly fainted. It might have been the heat, I explained to the Navy nurse with a wink. She turned and smiled, and I immediately recognized her as JEANETTE FOTII She quickly rushed to the aid of the embarrassed girl, and then told me that she had to report to her C. O., a lieutenant commander. Jeanette thought we would like to meet her, so we followed her into the club. There sat MARKLYN TRAINOR, looking very trim in her Wave uniform. I congratulated Markie on her successful career ond the distinguished rank she hod attained. We sot down with our two friends to hear about their travels. Markie told us that she and Jeanette had been sent on a Pacific cruise for a few weeks and had quite an amusing experience. One evening they had stopped at an island and went into the town for a local dance. Whom should they find instructing the natives in the latest jitterbug steps, but EDNA VERMETTE! She hod married on officer in the Air Force ond they were stationed in the Hurricane Islands of the Pacific. By some strange coincidence, their island was called Hurricane Ednal The Countess and I reluctantly left Markie ond Jeanette and tried again to watch the sailing. The roces were all very close and we were disappointed when the lost boot finally crossed the finish-line. The committee boat came in next to the dock to ollow the commodore of the Yacht Club and his socially prominent wife to step off. The wife was, to our amazement, EMILY GARVIN! We greeted her warmly and she graciously invited us to be her guests at the reception to be held in honor of the racing champions. The reception was a gala offoir. To our great delight even the governor and his party arrived on the scene. Eddie came over to talk with us awhile about the big-scoop at the capitol. He had his private secretary along with him — ELAINE SOUSAI She hod accepted this position after working for several years as a nurse and receptionist to a physiciatrist. She and the doctor were very happily married and had three well-adjusted children. Eddie also hod one of his aides with him — the chairman of the workmen's compensation board, CHARLES RAIOLA. Charlie and Eddie were planning a campaign for re-election this fall. June, or I should say, the Countess ond I mingled with the crowd, meeting old friends, and talking about old times. In the course of our conversations we heard that Suzanne Rene hod become a very successful portrait artist and traveled all over the world painting famous government officials, debutantes, ond royalty. A group of committeemen were in a heated discussion obout the condition of Bristol s streets for the parade to be held the next day. As I understood it, JOSEPH REGO and A. J. NUNES Construction Company hod just begun a project to narrow Hope Street and beautify the town by planting trees. The line of march would hove to be completely altered to allow for the tearing up of the business district. Hoping they would soon find a solution to the fo-miliar problem, we left the committee. As we left the Club, June and I were drawn into o huge crowd which had gathered around two elephants - one twice the size of the other. Astride the smaller beast was SANDY PAGANO, wearing khaki Bermuda shorts and o khaki shirt. She wore dork glasses ond was carrying a clip board and pencil. Looking up we saw a small, suave gentleman, similarly dressed, but wearing a pith helmet ond rifle. CARLTON PINHEIROII The very picture of a wild-game hunter in Africa ond as Sandy explained it, she octed as his girl Friday, keeping on accurate account of the animals he had bagged. This certainly was the climax of an exciting day. I have my doubts about tomorrow! JANET K. JANNSEN 29

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class prophecy-college preparatory class The conductor tapped me gently on the shoulder. Excuse me. Miss, but would you like to read a copy of the Bristol 'Phoenix' while you wait ior the train to start? I thanked him, and began scanning the headlines: Bristol Celebrates its Three Hundredth Year — Many Celebrities Present for Events. Why of course, I thought to myself, it's 1980 — twenty-five years have flown by since our graduation from Colt. I heard a shout of All aboard and glanced out of the window. There was on attractive blonde woman and, I supposed, her teen-age daughter running toward the train. They came into our car and sat opposite me. I couldn't help noticing their very chic attire, for being in the fashion world myself, I was conscious of clothes on other women. How familiar the woman's voice was to mel I kept reading but could not concentrate. All at once the woman asked politely if she could have a page of the Phoenix to read, for she, too, was on her way to the celebration. Why, BARBARA BALZANOI Of coursel Her daughter was the very image of Barbara in her high school days. We talked continuously from Union Station to the depot in Bristol. I explained that I was on a month's vacation and had just returned from France, where I had been working as the Paris editor of Harper's Bazaar. Barbara told me that she had divorced her first husband, who was president of the Texaco Oil Company and was now living quite comfortably with her debutante daughter in a Fifth Avenue penthouse. It was rumored that she hod been seen at the Stork Club with the owner of the Modeling Agency where she had been modeling mother-daughter fashions, but she flatly denied any romantic intentions. Strictly a business venturel she declared. We both were pleased to read in the list of celebrities in the Phoenix, the name of one of our former classmates, VIRGINIA BERNARD. She had become a world-famous scientist, having discovered the fifth dimension. She was doing important research at Columbia University for the government, but had taken a few days off to come to the celebration. According to the personal interview written up in the newspaper, Ginny was giving credit for all her success to Mr. Securo for giving her an excellent preparation while at Colt. We also noted that the governor of Rhode Island would be making a speech this afternoon. Barbara and I were really looking forward to this, for his Honor was none other than the inimitable — EDDIE CORDEIRO. He always was called Big Ed, I recalled. The train pulled into the station and Barbara and I promised to see each other at the reunion being held the following day. I carefully checked the schedule and saw that a regatta was about to get under way. I had always enjoyed sailing immensely, so I taxied to the Yacht Club. A great multitude was gathered on the pier and on the upper terrace of the club. On the end of the pier I noticed a particularly large group that appeared to be watching something other thon the races. Nearing the edge of the crowd I saw what it was that was attracting so much attention. A grey-haired, but comparatively young, handsome man was seated before an easel, painting a scene of sailboats in the harbor. He wore faded dungarees and a plaid shirt, as well as a pair of well-worn sneakers. Like a typical Provincetown artist he was smoking a pipe, and appeared quite unruffled and nonchalant about the many persons crowded around him. Putting the finishing touches on the painting with his brush, he signed his name at the bottom — CHARLES OULLETTE. I guess those many hours in Miss Nerone's art classes did have some marked effect on Charlie. I then focused my attention on the White Caps which were about to start. One led all the rest, and using a small pair of binoculars I could see that the skipper was a distinguished fair-haired yachtsman. I turned to the person beside me and inquired about him. As I had guessed it was RALPH LARSON. He had taken over the Herreshoff Boat Yard and was specializing in White Caps and luxurious, streamlined, and well-equipped quahog boats. By this time the boats were well on their way, so I thought I would go into the Club for some refreshments. There was quite a stir of excitement in the parking lot next to the building. A long, chauffeur-driven, foreign sports car had just pulled up. Several body guards got out and a pretty woman on the arm of her husband, who was wearing a white uniform covered with gold braid and medals. From the whispers about me, I surmised that this was the Count and Countess of Orange in the Netherlands. To my complete amazement and probably even more surprising to the crowd, the Countess rushed toward me and cried out a greeting. It was JUNE HADFIELDI We had so much to talk about but above all I wanted to hear how she had ever become a Countessl June explained that she had met her husband through a young Dutchman who had been visiting the Price family. June and I then wandered onto the terrace for a cooling lemonade, and to talk over old times in our high school days. We were greatly amused by a delegation of kindergarten children playing tag on the lawn. Their teacher, a matronly woman in her forties, was good-naturedly playing ball with one of her charges. In a wild throw the ball bounced under our table and she came to retrieve it. June and I exchanged perplexed looks, then in one breath exclaimed, MARLENEI So it wasl She looked up in surprise, and at our invitation joined us for a cool drink. Marlene laughingly described RAWSON'S DELIVERY SERVICE. It seems that every morning she drives a large comfortable truck around town, picking up her children, who then spend the remainder of the day at her nursery school. She also blushingly admitted that ten of her former pupils were her own children. We were curious about some other of our classmates who had remained in Bristol. Marl obligingly told us that KEITH LUTHER and JAMES TERRA, having successfully completed an agricultural course at R. I. U. had become partners in scientific farming. They now were coowners of Colt Farm and both quite happily married to local girls. TOMMY MANCINI had become nationally famous. He was a daredevil unicycle artist and had his own carnival, which 28

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class prophecy-commercial class Today Bristol celebrated her 300th anniversary and what a wonderful day it was. I arrived in town this morning by car and my chauffeur had a hard time finding a parking space across the street from what used to be Guisti's but was now a Home for Old People. It was a pretty modern building, and some of the old people were nosily sipping milk juleps on the patio. As I was about to leave I heard someone call my name and I turned to see THERESA BARBOZA running down the steps of the Home. Theresa was head of the Home, and since we hadn't seen each other in years, we had much to talk about. She hadn't changed a bit except she was a little thinner, wore glasses, had gray hair and used a hearing aid. She told me that ROSE CANALE was working in Mexico as a bullfighter. Rose had always wonted to wear a red cape. I heard the music of the band and I hurried off to find a good place on the sidewalk so I could watch the huge parade. While I was standing there I heard a familiar voice shouting tunelessly: Balloons, Hot Dogs, Cotton Candyl You name it and I've got it. The street peddler was my old friend, LINDA DIAS, sitting on top of a motor-driven contraption that looked like a cross between a fruit truck and a hardware store. She always said she would go into business for herself someday. Close on her heels came the all-time famous parade. One of the first bands I saw was the Portuguese Independence Band directed by DEOLINDA RODRIQUES in a flashy red and green uniform. Then a cage with wild animals in it rolled slowly by with the brave trainer standing in the center of the cage cracking her whip. Just as the cage passed by, I got a good look at the trainer who turned out to be LORRAINE BROWN. While I gazed with open-mouthed astonishment at the disappearing cage, I heard a nerve shattering sneeze behind me and I knew it could be no one else but NANCY BUCKLEY. She was wearing a sandwich board which read, Try Buckley's Super Snuff, One Sneeze Puts Your Mind at Ease. And off she went sneezing down the street. I turned my attention to the parade just in time to see a big black motorcycle speed by and riding it was BARBARA ALVES, with the words, The Wild One, printed on her jacket. My, how she hod changed. After the parade was over, I began to feel hungry so I stepped into a diner called the Cup and Saucer which was operated by DOROTHY SAUCER, and ordered a mayonnaise and sardine sandwich. I asked her if she knew anything about my old classmates and she said that LILLIAN BROWN operated an exclusive barber shop for French Poodles. While I was talking to her, a woman dressed in a fur coot, hat, and gloves entered the diner. As soon as she removed her hat, I recognized her at once as PEGGY REBELLO. Peggy was just back from Alaska where she was trying to sell Christmas trees to the Eskimos. Peggy walked with me to the Common, and told me that DEANNE MAGEE was running a private swimming pool for dogs, and no people were allowed. There was a jazz concert going on in the Bandstand and those two famous former classmates of mine; LU ANN ALVES and BETTY ANN JOSEPHS were singing a Be-Bop version of Braham's Lullaby. After they finished singing they were swamped with requests to leave. I continued on my way, making a tour of the various booths until one booth featuring small live lizards on pins caught my eye. As I drew closer to the booth I saw that MARY BUCKLEY was selling them as novel necktie pins. Just as I passed a fortune telling tent, an arm reached out and pulled me in. The fortune teller to my surprise wos BETTY ULSON. She told my fortune for free and then we gossiped a while. I found out that MARY GOMES had gone to Hollywood to co-star with that dashing movie stor, Rin-Tin-Tin. They made wonderful movies together. Unexpectedly a customer entered the tent so I reluctantly said goodbye to Betty. It had started to rain so to avoid uncomfortableness, I paid a dime and ducked into a side show called Megathlin's Flea Circus. Yes, EUNICE MEGATHLIN was the owner and proprietor of the show. By the time the show was over it had stopped raining and a large group of people had gathered around the flagpole. As I came closer I saw that the flagpole was greased and that several people had been trying to climb it but none had succeeded. Then out stepped Bristol's champion flagpole climber, IDA CIRILLO. In o few seconds she climbed the pole and then slid down amidst thunderous applause. The crowd drifted away ond I went over to talk to Ida. Ida invited me to her house for a party after dinner. She said she had invited as many of our former classmates as she could find, so it was going to be a reunion party. I had dinner with my old friend MARY ANN MARABELLO. Mary Ann was in the exterminating business ond her motto was Kill the Pest in Your House. Since Mary Ann hod also been invited to the party, we walked over to Ida's house together. On the way we saw a small thin girl in a white jacket pushing a large broom along the street. She looked very familiar to us so we went over to talk to her. Why it was CAROL GIBREE! Somehow, I never imagined her as a street cleaner, but one can never tell. When we reached Ida's house the party was already in progress. Ida met us ot the door ond ushered us in to the living room which was packed with people. The first person I saw was THERESA MELLO, talking to a small group of intelligent looking people, who were listening to her explanation of what causes smog. I found out later that Theresa was a smog inspector. Someone tapped me on the shoulder and I turned around to see SHIRLEY PALMER. Shirley told me that she was a model and I must admit that I was impressed. That is, until I found 30