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

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94 THE TECH REVIEW 1928 Jolie By Ruth C. Hussey, ’29 Patricia was Jolie’s best friend, always had been and always would be, 1 guess. They were just suited to each other, some- how; they understood each other's inner- most thoughts and feelings, shared each other’s joys and sorrows. They loved each other, these two. But there, this story is about Jolie. It was Patricia’s big brother who, when Jolie was a little girl in grammar school, first called her “Jolie”. The name seemed to be created especially for her—and wasn’t it ?—and “Jolie she remained thereafter. It was on New Year’s Day that she and Patty and Patty’s big brother went to see “Peter Pan”—Oh, how glorious!— and then she went to their house for sup- per. I-ater in the evening, when they walked home with her, it was clear and cold, and snow was falling softly, silenc- ing their footsteps. When they came to her house, she kissed her playmate good- night, and Patty’s big brother said: “Good-night—Jolie.” “Jolie”—“Jolie”—what a quaint, funny name—“Jolie.” Next year, Jolie and Patricia went to high school and Patricia’s big brother went to Dartmouth. Oh, what fun it was that freshman year! Outwardly denounc- ing and snubbing the upper classmen, revelling in their own status, making new acquaintances, receiving charming notes and now and then a little algebra, Latin and English to while away the time. Soon it was Christmas time, and the boys came home from college. Jolie went down to Patricia’s on Christmas morning to exchange gifts and wish them a “Merry Xmas”—and Patricia’s big brother was there, and appeared glad to see her. He always was nice to her anyway. When they happened to he alone, he looked at her a long, long time and said softly: “You wouldn’t let me kiss you, would you, Jolie?” And she answered him pertly, “Try it and see.” So he did and Jolie slapped him full upon the face. Why what was the matter with Patricia’s big brother? Then sud- denly she realized he wasn’t “Patricia’s big brother” any more—he was Paul! So the time passed and though Jolie met many boys she always said of each, “He isn’t quite so nice as Paul.” In French class one day, she discovered what “Jolie” meant. Why. how wonder- ful—pretty! Paul thought her pretty! And so she was. Her hair was black and loosely waved, and coiled softly at the nape of her neck. Her forehead was high and smooth; her eyes were like the sea after a storm, calm and grey—with the blue just peeping through, her long black lashes hiding something in their depths. She was tall and slender and held her head a trifie higher than the other girls. She took life as it came and to all seemed jovial hearted and indifferent, except to Patricia who knew her real self; that self which her mist-grey eyes kept hidden from the rest. One day, however, she was forced to accept the fact that she had failed; did not her report show her to be deficient in four subjects? She had not taken her school work seriously; life was a lark; she would pull through somehow. They couldn’t Hunk her; others perhaps failed but failure was so remote from her!

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1928 THE TECH REVIEW 93 Students Admitted to the Rhode Island Honor Society CLASS OF JUNE, 1928 George Ajootian Nicholas A. Barbieri Everett M. Battey Gladys C. Berry Maxine O. Berry Albert Carlotti Russell H. Carpenter Wilma A. Congdon Earl S. Crawford Charles D. Curtis Eleanora Del Guidice Claire Ernstoff Clara Goldberg Theodore H. Goloskie Donald M. Gregory Helen F. Harbach Frank C. Helm Martha A. Hilton Rebella M. Iannuccillo Lester M. Lang Malcolm D. Merrill Amerigo A. Pellini Marion E. Ross Ogden E. Sawyer Marcella G. Schneider Remira Scussel Ruth E. Simmons Dorothea M. Stock well Arne Westerinen Elsie S. Fagrelius Mildred French Vincent Gallagher Florence M. Gill Mary R. Gladding Roland Whytock CLASS OF JANUARY, 1929 Frank J. Argenio Herbert E. Erickson Helen Iacchei James A. Mooney Richard C. Wood John C. Simkevich, Jr.

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1928 THE TE “Each dawn brings a new day, and each new day a new opportunity to begin again.” Ab! that was it. She must make a new beginning, seek a new deal and work bard to make up for lost time. So Jobe be- came a Junior and worked diligently at her studies. She was well rewarded by her report card. Wasn’t it a wonderful feeling to be really doing well? To have people say: “I knew you could do it if you really wanted to?” To feel that warm glow down in your heart, and to be proud of what you bad done ? By the time Jobe bad become a Senior, she was an accomplished musician. She played the piano with a clearness of tone, a finished technique; she carressed the keys into a movement blending with her own mood, creating an atmosphere in which she and her listeners were lost to all save the subtle melody, the thought the music conveyed. Ab! A Senior has so many things to do, so much to see, bear, read, so many places to go—why it seemed she bad never lived before. Still she continued to progress in her studies; she was an honor pupil. She made the basketball team and was the leading lady in the Senior Play. Then she graduated; and Paul graduated from Dartmouth, an honor student and a promising student of architecture. One summer evening, when the moon sailed high in the heavens, and the waves lapped gently on the shore, and the warm night air was laden with perfume wafted from flowers, now gone to sleep, Paul looked at Jolie a long, long time and said softly: “You wouldn’t let me kiss you, would you,Jobe?” And Jobe at last lifted the veiling mists H REVIEW 95 from her eyes and answered: “Try it and see.” The next year was a busy one for Jobe. She went to Simmons and bad a glorious time. She kept up her fine records in college, and made many new acquaint- ances. Paul showed marked talents as an architect and gave promise of becom- ing famous in bis chosen work. He saw Jobe as often as be could make the trip to Boston, which trips became less fre- quent as time passed. Only one thing marred her complete happiness—Patricia went to Wellesley, but they saw each other at least once a month and they ex- changed daily letters concerning the ac- tivities of their respective colleges. At the Junior Prom, Jobe met Rolf; he was dark and handsome and went to B. U. l ie had an aunt who lived in Jobe’s home town; so when the holidays came, they drove down in Jobe’s green roadster. They had a joyous time during the vaca- tion at home, she and Patty and Paul and Rolf. They got along splendidly together and made a jolly foursome, until one night when Paul took Jolie by the should- ers and said: “Is it true you care for Rolf. Jobe?” She became quite indignant and an- swered : “Well, really, Paul, you haven’t any strings on me have you?” Immediately she realized how she had hurt him but then the others came in, and she couldn’t say anything more. Later— but she had no opportunity later, and the next day she went back to college. She was a Senior now, and life was one whirl of gayeties. She felt truly sorry for the girl who could not avail herself of a college education. The studies were so interesting; she was majoring in chem- istry. She also continued to study music