Hope High School - Blue and White Yearbook (Providence, RI)

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HOPE STREET HIGH SCHOOL 11 FANNIE BLAQHER 17 years R. I. C. E. Fannie -is one of the few who enjoys a back seat in Mr. Sear's room. Whenever a buzz is heard com- ing from the rear, we know that Fannie has cracked a joke, or is explaining to Irene the Wonders of that spirited dancer of the night before. Soon afterwards a little music is breaking forth. It is only Fannie humming to Irene a bit of the tune. Fannie loves college dancing. I Wonder why? Now don't get the impression that she neglects her school work- no such luck-she's done the job in three and a half years. Now it seems R. I. C. E. will be honored with her presence. We give them warning to be prepared to receive a winner. 18 years JAMES T. BOYLAN 17 years Providence College Gaze upon that picture, ladiesg polish up the mir- rors in your vanity cases and bring on the puffsg smooth that wrinkle, fix that hair ping are you ready-enter Jimmy. Cavalieria Rusticarniaj' sleek hair, proverbial joke, sparkling eye, dashing, for whom the women sigh and weep. His favorite motto, Don't ever do today what may be postponed till the morrow. And 'he works it to perfection. The platform lies before him, on the platform lies his career, after he has erected both of these he will be lying in a wooden nightgown. But just think of the millions of women who will be lying in tears when his body turns to dust. T1'easm'er C31 3 Soc-ial Com-mittee C31 g Board of Edi- tors C4jg Asst. Illanager Blue and M7hite OD. IRENE F. BLISTEIN Columbia queen of the village green. My Irene was the Yes, sir. Right-oh. She enters with a swishg exits with a sway: throws her head to right and lefty winks her eyeg sits clown, gets upg recitesg does it all over again. There are days when she's very cold. The windows must be closed, the doors locked, the heat turned on at full steam, sweaters and coats brought, Warmth in all forms generated quickly. See the gallants run to lower the windows. See the hot air fill the room. Irene's row of pins represents the College Clan. Nice boys, all of them., and such snappy dancers. When it rains they always lend her umbrellas, and so do we. Do you blame us?

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BLUE AND WHITE MAURICE BAZAR 18 years Tufts No matter where the game may be. No matter what the game may be. No matter Whether Hope is winning or losing, Bazar is there to cheer for Hope. He never fails. He never goes to the movies instead, or stays at home and mopes. He sits in the front row of the bleachers and yells his head olf, and picking it up and replacing it, he cheers some more. He is a real old rooter. He doesn't play the game himself, but he puts his schooltspirit into the game by backing Hope's players. After the game is over and Hope is victoriously cheered Maurice writes up a humorous little account for English. He always has a droll essay, believing that the spirit of Hope is Cheer, Cheer, and he merry. RITA E. BERTALACCINI 17 years Undecided 'Tis said that little children should be seen and not heard. Isn't it too bad that every one doesn't try that. Here is a person who is the most secretive of souls. She never says a word, except when the ever-present trio swings down the corridor. The third member of the triumvirate. She shines in Shorthand and English. Her favorite author is Chaucer. Her favorite book is the music book. Her favorite sandwich is-er is-er Rose, Rita and Edith. Her favorite song is We Three Girls. But she doesn't overlook Hope despite her many interests. Next year she will endeavor to instill into Gibbs a little of Hope. DAVID BILLER 18 years Undecided Despite the fact his hair is like the cardinal's plumage, he doesn't come from Ireland. In fact he knocked Levin down the stairs one morning for calling him Pat. Biller keeps more or less to him- self, mostly more. It is hard to penetrate his outer shell and find what is behind his sober countenance. The teachers have spent years at it, so have we, but he refrains from all unnecessary remarks, even concerning his studies. This is merely a ruse to fool us. After leaving school he is planning to open out and slay a few dun1bells. How do I know? Oh-I asked him.

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BLUE AND WHITE LOIS R. BRADLEY 17 years Mount Holyoke An element of common sense and steady ,ability is necessary, and most desired, in any organization. In the class of '23 the leader in sound judgment is our secretary. She has built for herself an enviable record of H's, and when We are in trouble with our Latin or English syntax We run to her for as- sistance. Too, she is a really truly milkmaid, com- ing from the verdant pastures of our rural districts 3 but she has vividly impressed upon us the fact that a milkmaid is not a dumbell in any way, but a lively, snappy, interested participant in all our adairs. Hon0v'a1'y Societyg Blue and Iflfizite Board Q45 3 Sen-im' A - may q4y. FRED S. BRISTOW 16 years Undecided Fred is noted for his lack of action. His quiet nature forms a background on which the more youthful members of the class may frisk. And above all he is oft the ladies. No girl could ever get more than two Words from him. And those two words Were, shall I tell? Most severe he is with them. The sight of a skirt makes' him turn his face away. The thought of a female within miles of him makes his mouth dry and the goose ilesh rise on his arm. Hair pins are daggers to his eyes. A curl? ooooh-shivers of horror. Yet perhaps I have misrepresented him. You ask him. CATHERINE V. BRODERICK 17 years R. I. C. E. 'Tis drill period, the room is still, then from the rear comes a suppressed giggle, another, another, ANOTHER and Catherine's beaming face goes down behind a desk lid. Neighbors commence to weaken, soon they are in hysterics, anon the whole room is one vast laugh. Why? Because Catherine has set us oif. She is our dispenser of troubles. Care and worry are her farthest relatives. And she's a good scout, too, many a struggling would-be geometrician will vouch for that. She is one of our leading merry- makers, and she is blessed to forever and ever greet the world with that irresistible giggle.