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

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11)30 THE TECH REVIEW ()1 j TELEVO'X Bill MKCHANICriL MAN And Lies' OurGreatest Rival Por-One Hore Year:

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( ) THE TECH REVIEW 1930 SUPERLATIVES OF JANUARY ’30 (By Class Vole) Most Popular Boy ............................................... “Ray” Westcott Girl ...............................................Elna Blomquist Liveliest Boy .......................... ........................ “Tut” Ferrara Girl .........................................................Ruth Drew Most Bashful Boy.................................................................“Bill” Sandford Girl .................................. .....Elvira McKendall Most Handsome Boy .......Howard Scholz..............Prettiest Girl...Esther Devine Most Studious Boy ...................................................“Don” Jeffrey Girl ........................................... Emerette Barden Most Athletic Boy.........................................................“Ted” Seymour Girl ................................................ Elna Blomquist Wisest Boy...................................................... Max Broomfield Girl ....................................................... Kay McCarthy Wittiest Boy..................................................... Max Broomfield Girl .....................'...................................Ruth Drew Most Modest Boy..................................................................Knight Dunkerly Girl .......................................Margaret (Beau) Gossett Quietest Boy ....................................................... Henry Salisbury Girl .................................................... Mildred Peirce Most Versatile Boy .................................................. “J ut” Ferrara Girl ................................................................Ruth Nodine Snappiest Dresser—Boy ............................................................“Tut” Ferrara —Girl ...........................................Jeanne Bercovitz Best Dancer—Boy...................................................“Charlie” Almy —Girl ...................................................“Em” Moran Most lovable Boy.................................................Walter Waterman Girl .................................................. Doris Skirrow Merriest Boy.........................................................Henry Deering Girl .....................................................Florence Santos Sportiest Boy..................................................... “Tut” Ferrara Smallest Boy ....................................................... “Don” Jeffrey Girl .......................................................Grace Cripps I allest Boy ............................................ ....... Fred Del Nero Girl ......................................................Linda Anderson Most Solemn Boy .......................................Howard (Umpy) Umpstead Girl ................................................Margaret Gosset Most Innocent Boy ...................................................Roy Pearson Girl ..................................................Esther Almy Most Popular Teacher—Man......................................Mr. Edward Brown —Woman ............................ Miss Beatrice F. Kohlberg Most Favored Study ............................................................ Civics Popular club ................................................ Glee Club Best School ................................................................ Tech Class....................................... -......................Jan. ’30

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THE TECH REVIEW 1930 62 The Romance of an Old Colonial Mansion By Helen E. Kinnccom, '30 It had been one of those warm, lazy days so typical of Alabama. Now at twi- light, when a cool breeze was beginning to stir softly among the trees, I sat idly on the veranda watching the various activities which were going on around me. The sun was setting in a mist of gold and ciimson glory. All about me lay the glamour and romance of the old South. Across the street some negroes were singing to the tum-tum-tum of the banjo; here and there an old colored mammy crooned a sleepy lul- laby, while in the treetops the drowsy birds chirped their good-night song. My glance fell next upon an old mansion, half hidden in a mass of shrubs, trees, and tangled vines. It presented a most irresistible as- pect of romance, and I could not resist the temptation to go over and sit in the shade of the big elm tree, which overshadowed the steps. I settled back dreamily, and closed my eyes. Down the street the ne- groes were still singing,— “O i Susannah, No tv don't you cry for me. I'se grvinc to Alabama IVif mah banjo on my knee. I started. Could that have been a voice? Soon it came again, softly. “Would you like to hear a story?” I stared about. I could see nothing but the white walls of the old mansion which rose but dimly in the fast fading twilight. Soon the voice spoke once more, gently, in- sistantly. And then, without waiting for an answer the old mansion began its story. “Long years ago, I was owned by a wealthy Southern planter named Clinton Sutherland. He had one daughter, a beau- tiful, dark-eyed girl, who was unlike the other women of that time, in that she was extremely bright and vivacious, instead of nonchalant and languid. She had one fault—she loved to flirt! It was a great relief to her parents when she finally became engaged to Jordan Lee, the son of a next door neighbor, and with whom Naomi had grown up from cradle days. Naomi’s parents approved of the short engagement preferred by Jordan, al- beit their reason was for fear that capricious Naomi might change her mind. The wed- ding date was set for June, two months after the engagement had been announced. 1 hen came the Civil War, bringing with it the call to arms, which stirred the hearts of every loyal son of both North and South to immediate response. Tramp! Tramp! Tramp! Early one morning in June, 1861, the measured tread of marching feet fell upon the ears of the bystanders. Every step brought with it fresh grief to the hearts of all those who watched. There were mothers, old and gray-haired, there were sobbing children who clung to their mothers’ skirts; the wives, the sweethearts, the sis- ters, all were there. For this was the call to arms! But in this crowd we fail to find Naomi Sutherland. No, she is at home, trying on a new dress to be worn at a party that night. What cares she if Jordan Lee has gone to war. There are others, and it is a relief to be free from the restrictions of an engagement. But the look that had been in Jordan’s eyes when he kissed her good-bye haunted her, and her eyes grew tender as she thought, for she was not altogether heartless—only frivolous and un- thinking. The preparations for the party, however, soon diverted her attention, and her lover was forgotten in the ensuing prob-