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

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BLUE AND WHITE MAURICE J. CRANE 17 years Brown He's always talking. Never fails. He talks in class, he talks during study periods, he talks during lunch period. He talks when he's alone, he talks in his sleep. Sometimes he talks so loudly in his nightmares that his mother has to, stuff a pillow down his windpipe to muffle the noise. But best of all he likes to talk at a baseball game. What is to be compared with a fine snappy first baseman to razz'??? CAns.-A nervous wreck in declamationj. When he talks he makes other people talk, they can't help themselves, and they don't try to, for they enjoy it all, like the rest of us. Board of Finance 145. ANNA G. CRAWFORD 16 years Pembroke This is perhaps as small a person as there is in the class. Small in stature, but the smallness ends there. However, she uses it to good advantage. Desk tops form wonderful barricades behind which to talk and giggle, or chew candy. What would be the fun in buying candy downstairs if you couldn't try to eat it up in room five? Besides when there is any heavy work to be done no one ever calls on a little person. Anna is undecided between a post graduate course and Pembroke. Hope is a good place to stay, but there's a limit to everything, oven size. Honorcwy Society. MARTIN CURRAN 17 years BFOWII When there's music in the air, we know that Curran is off with his trombone. You know how at a dance you need a whine. You know that last little touch to a finished orchestra which makes it a success, that's the part that Martin fills. He never gets ex- cited so that your ears are deafened, but keeps up that delicious drone, so soothing to the dancing foot. His cheeks grow fatter and fatter, and sometimes he plays a bugle for the drill companies. Between breaths he lends a quarter to Tabor, or borrows the like from him. Then they exchange pieces of chalk, and Mr. Towne interferes. But he's always got those chubby cheeks, and trombone. Orchlestra CID, 125, C3j, Q4jg Buglevf Q4jg Baseball C43-

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HOPE STREET HIGH SCHOOI EDWIN A. COLLETT 17 years Kent Where's Noble? I say, where's War1'en? so breathes this towering form. With double strides he crosses the room, and with a single stride crosses the lunch hall. Ned's chief fame is brought to us from the ladies' division, for his strength lies on the polished door to the whining strains of Lovin' Sam. His card is never empty at a danceg rather, he is oft so sought for that police must be hired to keep the crowds away. Women break their necks to get in sight of him, and smother their noses in powder to attract his eye. His tastes are few, but choice tauburn hairy. And you mustn't .forget the famous Cleveland roadster. V . FRANK COSTELLO 18 years Undecided Frank has many personal interests. He doesn't run around and spread them all, but they reside in his mind somewhere. One is baseball, He plays the game himself, and well. But when he isn't playing it he has his mind running in baseball lines. The teachers are the umpires, the rest of us the players, or the cheering squad. When you recite in class you'l1 get a walk, or be struck out-depending on whether the teacher had his eye on the ball or not. A good recitation is Worth a safe hit, a poor one or a miss is foul-for dinner. But when Frank lines up, he always gets a home run. Eh! Frank? , MARION E. COTTER ' 17 years Gibbs Marion is one of the few Seniors who upholds the standard of '23 in room 7R. When listening to her recitations your mind pictures a studious girl plugging at her work from 7:30 until 9:30 every eveningg but your mind will be deceiving you. She studies from 8:55 until 9:05, for that is all she needs to. When you see Mr. Lynn casting nervous glances towards the corner of the room you may be certain that Marion is carrying on a vigorous cor- respondence. That's not the only time she's writing, either. Watch Hill boasts of many people. Fine, big, manly fellows. He can write, too, and does. Honorary Society. 1

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HOPE STREET HIGH scHooL ALICE DE PETRO 18 years R. I. C. E. - In the rear of 7R sits a quiet, unassuming person who flashes into light at Declamation. VVhen the rest of us are shivering from mortal fear she rises to the occasion with a calm most enviable, and with steady legs fours knock like wooden soldiers? takes her place before us. Then We are entertained by an interesting talk. Alice is planning to study to be- come a librarian. Time may have her in the Provi- dence Public Library, or perhaps in our own school. Will she let us Whisper when we come in during a study period? Or will she send us to the oihce? I bet, and we all bet, that she will-er-well, what do you think? DONALD C. DEWING 18 years ' ' ' Undecided Ladies, take notice, this is the woman killer of '23. Just let him enter the room, or mount the stage, and every skirt in sight will cough and touch her hair. Donald is our President, and one of our leading scholars. His master mind knocks galley- west all original geometry problems. His master profile knocks silly all girls graced with the power of vision. His gentle voice and pleasing personality knock all teachers into agreeable moods Cthereby hangs an H report cardj. Regardez, conceited reade1', the leader of our class. Vote for him at the next senatorial election, for he's our best bet. Social Committee C335 Junior Play C313 Pin Com- mittee QZJQ Tenniis CZD, GJ, C455 Captain C4-lg Class President C4jg H07L0l'U7'j' Society. MARION C. DOHERTY 17 years R. I. State When Marion is feeling in a sparkling mood, just ask her about John. Tall, dark, attractive, carries a cane. Marion's other half is Anna. Together they will leave us and journey across the wilds of little Rhody to spend a few years at R. I. State. Marion has a very clever way of killing two birds with one period. She always spends the second period in intensive conversation yet never fails to have the answer to Mr. Fancher's questions. If you sit near her you catch this line: Just as the music stopped and he was taking me out Iiwell the value de- pends on the price you pay to the producer. Some line., '