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

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1930 THE TKCII REVIEW 87 Enclosing her in his arms, he kissed her Billie Moran became the wife of the dis- while Nona looked on admiringly. Soon tinguished Dr. Harold Wright. Ye Senior Chorus “It Must Be Love”—Elna Blomquist. “Do Something”—“Em” Moran. “Hcigh-ho-Everybody”—“Ray” West- cott. “ I he Pagan”—“Ed” Cullen. ‘The First Kiss”—“Dot” Peden. “Clad Rag Doll”—“Carlie” Kotler. That’s a Good Girl”—Doris Skirrow. “Ain’t Misbehavin’ ”—Franklin Walk- er. “Orange Blossomtime”—Ruth Nodine. “Let’s Do The Breakaway — Mary Crowell. Vagabond Lover”—“ I ut” Ferrara. “I’m Just Crazy ’bout Red Hair and Freckles”—Ruth Pease. “Don’t Be Like That”—Henry Deer- ing. “Imagination”—Burke’s Speech. Stalling”—“Bob” Sugerman. “He’s a Good Man to Have Around” —Earle Clarence. “I’ll Never Ask for More”—Lunch at 1:30. “Melancholy Baby”—Evelyn Mowry. “Just Supposin’ ”—No Student Dances! “Sleepy Valley” (In Civics)—Walter Waterman. That’s What I Call Heaven”—Vaca- tions. Dawn of Tomorrow”—Civics Exam. “Lovable and Sweet” — Herbie” Thornton. “Singin in The Rain”—“Russ” Ver- net. “Some Sweet Day”—Graduation. “Moanin’ Low”—After the Prom. “Little Pal”—Florence Santos. “I get the Blues When it Rains”—At Football Games. “Watching the Clouds Roll By” — In Study Periods. Pretty Little Thing” — “ 1 issie” Cripps. “Big Bad Bill”—Bill Sandford. “St. Louis Blues” — “Jess” MacKin- non. “Crazy over—Horses—Horses!”—Es- ther Almy. “Clown Capers”—Senior Day. “Ah, Sweet Mystery of Life”—Tech “men.” (!) “My Inspiration”—Adriance Platt. “I’ll Always be in Love With You”— lech. Too Wonderful for Words” — Mr. Manchester. “Album of My Dreams”—lech Re- view. R. A. P. D. C. P. H. E. K. Hec: “Does your mother speak highly of me?” El: “Rather!—She’s up in the air all the time.” Customer: “Say, do you ever play by request?” Delighted musician: “Certainly, sir.” Customer: “Then I wonder if you’d mind playing dominoes until I’ve finished my lunch?”

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8 C TIIE TECH REVIEW 1080 room discussing the unfaithful Frank Swain. Soon Nona, their faithful servant, appeared and announced a call for Mr. Moran. Mr. Moran, upon picking up the receiver learned that he was completely cleaned out; he had lost everything in the stock market. Mr. Moran was so shocked that he fell to the floor murmuring “gone— gone — gone.” Meanwhile, Billie left alone, was musing about Hal. She repent- ed her former actions towards him now. Not seeing her father return, Billie walked into the vestibule and there she saw him ly- ing on the floor gasping for breath, and re- peating “gone—gone—gone—gone.” In the presence of Nona, and Billie, Mr. Moran passed away, regretting only that he was leaving his beautiful daughter penni- less, homeless, and fatherless. One week had elapsed; Billie secured a position as a typist in an insurance office. She and her devoted servant, Nona, had obtained a small apartment on the outskirts of the city, but Billie could not bocome ac- customed to this commonplace life. She had pawned all her jewels, diamonds, and valuables, to keep up her three room flat. One month after this, Billie and Nona were sitting in their dingy apartment dis- cussing their future. “Nona,” said Billie, “I have pawned every valuable in my possession, there is nothing else that I can sell.” “To-day,” began Nona, “while you were at work, I went hunting for a small job, and I got one, too. I am going to work as a sweeper in the People’s Bank. With my small salary, and yours, we ought to be able to live a little better.” “Oh! Nona, you good old soul,” sighed Billie. “I don’t know what I would do without you.” Suddenly the doorbell rang, and Nona rose to answer it. She flew back almost in- stantly announcing a “Dr. Wright.” Dr. Wright! Was it true? Had he come to for- give her? Was she dreaming? No she wasn’t for right before her stood Hal, her long lost Hal. “Billie!” exclaimed Hal. “Why! Hal Wright!” gasped Billie walking slowly towards him. “Billie, what is the matter? You look frightened.” “Oh! n—nothing. I’m just n—ner- vous, that’s all. Come into m—my liv— living room,” said Billie, still shaking with joy. “This is so unlike the living room in which I used to talk to you.” “Yes, I know it, and to think that, that cad, Swain, was all the cause of it. Hal, I will tell you all about it.” “Well,” started Billie, “first, he told me horrible things about you, which I be- lieved innocently. What a fool I was! He said that you called on me not because you loved me, but because by father was such an influential person. Secondly, he and his father robbed my dad of his entire fortune. 1 he elderly Mr. Swain, pretending to be a friend, double crossed my father by mis- leading tips on the stock market. Then I began to feel as though Frank was easily slipping away from me, and then, before I could find out, he was killed, as you no doubt have heard. Soon the crisis came. My dad lost everything, including his life, and here am I, the sufferer. Oh! the thought of it makes my blood run cold.” As she said this, she burst into tears. Hal put his comforting arm around her and said “I knew what was going on all the while, Billie.” “Then why didn’t you tell me about it, Hal?” “Because you had treated me so coldly, I did not interfere at all,” said Hal. “B—But, will you ever forgive me?” “Forgiveness and the past must be for- gotten, and only the future must be planned for.”

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X X O TECH HI-Y CLUB First Row (left to right): Bruce Kelley. Donald Jeffrey. Kenneth Knowles. James Raymond. Ray Westcott. Roy Pearson. Second Row: George Lord. Mario Parlllo, Ralph Hodges, William Sandford. Mathew Ward. Austin Ley. Myron Swanson. Third Row: William Dwinell, Vernon Ferrara. Walter Seymour. Russell Vernet. William Xaughton. Arthur Jorjorian, Alfred Ackerman. 0861