Providence Technical High School - Review Yearbook (Providence, RI)

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100 THE TECH REVIEW 1928

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1928 THE TECH W ho is the fellow that ten years from now In the electrical world should be a “wow?” ..........................Lang Who is the girl who, so slender and tall, With her violin has charmed us all? Miriam IV. Who is the girl quite austere and solemn ? She has worked to get ads for these Review columns.........Dot Stoehvell Who is the girl with A’s so many REVIEW 99 She’d he a millionaire if each were a penny?........................Helen H. Who is the girl with a voice like a lark? At analyzing sentences she sure is a shark. Marion Mae Who is the girl with long hair and short skirts, Who never dances and never flirts? “B” Potter M. A. II. O. E. S. o Melody Cut to Fit “What a Wonderful Wedding that Would Be”—“Bob” and Mildred. “Who Takes Care of the Caretaker’s Daughter ?”—“Dick” Elliott. “Shakin’ the Blues Away”—at Student Dances. “Three O’clock in the Morning”—After the “Prom.” “Hail, Hail, the Gang’s all Here”—Grad- uates. “Sweet Adeline”—Locker Room Chorus. “'fhe Wind Blew Through His Whiskers Just the Same.”—John Cook. “Together”—I lelen and Don. “Who’s Wonderful, Who’s Marvelous” —Harry Huntington. “Walking on Air”—At Graduation. “He’s the Last Word”—“Tiny” Darling. “Speedy Boy”—“Denny” Sawyer. “I’m Just Wild About Animal Crackers” —Harold Kellman. “Me and My Shadow”—“Bill” Romer and “Ernie” Hill. “Good News”—Report Cards (maybe). “The Sweetheart of Sigma Chi”—Clara I .edberg. “Spring Fever”—Most of Us. “Where do We Go from Here?”—After Graudation. “The Hours I Spent with You”—Burke’s Speech. “Pretty Baby”—Selma Smira. “Sweeping the Cobwebs Off the Moon”— “Eddie” Conway. “Ain’t She Sweet”—“Flo” Gill. “Kiss Me Again”—“Will” Tatro. “She’s Got ‘It’ ”—“Be” Potter. “Side by Side”—Helen and Barbara. “So Blue”—“Eddie” Bagiev. “Red Lips Kiss My Blues Away”—Harry Flynn. “Melancholy Baby”—Frances Raymond. “We’re Here Because We’re Here— Freshmen. “I Ain’t That Kind of a Baby”—Rose Dubinsky. “Dainty Miss”—“Kitty” Cahir. “Among My Souvenirs”—Tech Reviews. “Lovely Lady”—Marian Ross. “I Just Roll Along Having My Ups and Downs”—From 1-1 to 5-13 and back. “We Don’t Wana”—Leave Tech. “Just a Memory”—Days at Tech for Graduates. D. S. Jones, ’28

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1928 THE TECH REVIEW 101 Checkmated By Amerigo A. Peluni, '28 Night was setting over the shore road. Masses of gray clouds sullen and angry were fleeing across the frowning sky. A light fog rendered objects indistinct, and a drizzle added to the cheerless ap- pearance of the road. The distant roar of the surf heating mercilessly against aged rocks of the cliff was in tune with the howling wind shrieking through the pines that boarded the desolate highway. Scarcely diseernable under the cloak of the approaching night, a young man trudged along the muddy route. The col- lar of his coat was turned up. and his hands were hidden in the depths of his pockets. With his shoulders humped up to withstand the force of the wind, he forged forward against the buffetings of the gale. His dripping hat hung over his eyes, while his wet cloths clung to his body and impeded his progress. A gust of wind sweeping the road lifted his hat from his head, and as he dashed after the disappearing article of apparel, a shock of curly blond hair was disclosed. The hat was captured and returned to its ap- propriate place while mutterings excaped from his lips. “Whew! What a night to be out,” he exclaimed. Anger resounded in his voice. In fact, Norman Watson was lost though he did not know it. Two miles hack, instead of taking the left branch of two forking roads, he had taken the right. The left led to his destination the right led into the forest along the shore. Norman was having a difficult time. Not only was the walking tiresome hut the uncontrollable anger which surged through him multiplied his uneasiness and distress. Norman’s being there was the re- sult of one of his characteristic outbursts when lie often did things rashly, things which he strongly repented afterwards. Norman was the only son of Jeremiah Watson, the chief prohibition officer of the district. As the only child Norman had been brought up to have his own way. He was at this time close to twenty and attended the local high school where lie had attained his senior vear. Here •• the trouble began. Norman was in love. 'I'lie center of his attraction was Claire Winston. For several years they had been friends but friendship had ripened into love. As the most popular senior girl, Claire had many admirers. Roy Marsden, the captain of the football team, was Norman’s closest rival and bitter con- tention was the result. The day on which we find Norman lost on the shore road had been scheduled as a gala one for the senior class. The class social was to be held on that night. Excitement had rung through the school. That morning, meeting Claire in the cor- ridor between periods, Norman had stop- ped to speak to her. “Claire, may I take you to the social to- night?” he had asked. “I’m awfully sorry but 1 promised Roy to go with him. Immediately that ever ready anger of his flared. “You knew I wanted to take you; why did you accept him?” “Now how did you expect me to know if you didn’t ask me. You had all week you know.” At that moment, Roy himself appeared