Abington High School - Abhis Yearbook (Abington, MA)

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10 THE ABHIS Hot, tired, and sweaty, I looked back at the bluffs. I had answered their challenge and won. They had lost their chance. They were never to have another. They no longer ap- peared majestic, for someone had invaded their domain and escaped their trapl Half-way back across the bay I met a friend to whom I related my experience. He looked at me a moment in wonder and then burst into uproarious laughter. I must confess that the urge to hit him over the head with an oar was strong. Yet I subdued my emotion and heard his remark of, You fool, why didn't you wait ten minutes for the tide to come in. It would have swept you right back into the bay! CHARLES NESBITT, '52 THE WORLD I SHOULD LIKE TO SEE The world I should like to see is one in which everybody loves, trusts, and respects his fellow-men, a world where we live closely to each other like brothers, helping one another whenever that is possible. There would be no more lighting between nations or people, no more guns, no Hghting machines. If a dis- agreement does arise let's sit down and think about it, and come to a peaceful settlement. l.et's not get up and start pounding each other over the head like children. God gave us brains to use, not to let FOI. I should like to see people love one another and to live together peaceably, no matter of what race, color, or creed they are. lVouldn't it be a wonderful world to live in if my dream could come true? , Rov ANDERSON, MY VOCATIONAL COURSE I am one of the boys taking the Vocational Course. Ive are having twelve weeks ol' car- pentry and shall have twelve weeks of electrical and automotive repair training. After the first year we choose the one line out of the three that we like best. IfVe are having carpentry now. X'Ve have learned how a house is put together. In car- pentry we have mechanical drawing. I like this, as it is home designing and includes things related to a home. I very much want to be an electrician and do house wiring. If I can't do that I want to do automotive repair work. I don't like car- pentry very well. IfVhen I graduate I should like to go on to further training in an advanced trade school in order to become an expert in my trade. KENNETH Fowtaa, '55 A.H.S. DIARY Sept. 6: They say all good things must come to an end, but why must we end our vaca- tion a week before others end theirs? Sept. 7: Teachers greeted us with grim deter- V mination and a few more gray hairs. Sept. 10: I have received several new books this year, and in my tender care they will TCIIIHIH HGTV. Sept. ll: I decided not to go out for football this year. After all, it ruins my smoking. XSept. 12: I am on the suspension board and also a monitor. VVowl what popularity. Sept. 14: After hearing that the census em- braces 40 million women, Roger Greenough has decided to become a census taker. Sept. 15: Since the june issue of the ABHIS I have been besieged by potential Freshmen that taisez is spelled with one Par- . donez-me for is it moi?j Sept. lG: I was told that the Freshmen girls will believe anything if it is said quietly enough and that the girls' gym class is pay- ing top prices for rumors on the Resca-P marriage. Sept. l7: Overheard in P. D. Mr. Moe . . . That was when Mr. Tyni was captain of the team, right after the Civil War. Sept. 18: I'd like to wish Mr. Pust-Bustu- XVheatie and the football team the best of luck. QP.S. Looks like they didn't need it, Randolph 0-A. H. S. 4l.j Sept. l9: Not verified: One of the cheerlead- ers had to ride home on the team bus. Not finding a seat, she said, Wish that hand- some hero would give me his seat. QThe K entire team rose to its feet.j Sept. 20: Decided not to Hunk Trig. this year. QI am not taking it.j Sept. 2l: john Schofield is taking Social Studies this year. QBecause he knows all about girls.j Sept. 24: On the Hrst day of school Mr. G. asked Bates who the three greatest teachers in history were. Answer: Socrates, Plato, and I didn't get your name, sir. QGuess who got an A that term.j Sept. 25: Ilargent, pecunia, geld, or money. No matter how you spell it, I haven't got . enough. XSept. 26: Overheard in Mental Hygiene: Mr. B : Four students are missing. NV. Lindquist enters. C. Nesbitt: Here comes three of themf' ,X QEnd of a beautiful friendship.j Sept. 27: Recovered from one of those this won't hurt a bit operations. X

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Tl-IEABHIS 9 ALL IN A DAY'S PLAY The morning lay before me, a glorious de- light. There was only a slight breeze rufiling the diamondstudded bay, which awaited my pleasure. The sky was azure blue except for a few cotton thunderheads which added to the mighty panorama surrounding our island nestled in Onset Bay. The question now arose as to whether I should take advantage of the silvery white sand which seemed to defy the foaming breakers or explore the great vastness of the surrounding water. I chose the latter. I nosed my little boat out into the bay, with oars dipping, like galleons of old, disturbing the jewel-clear water. I rounded the southern and more heavily populated end of the isle and set course for the mouth of the bay. As I approached the two guarding peninsulas, two old castles of an empire and age built on paper credit came into view. They had now fallen to decay, as had the fortunes and the people who built them. They looked down upon me silently with an almost foreboding look. They seemed to send out a warning cry from their once proud walls. Directly in view and just across the canal lay some golden rolling bluffs crowned and majestically laced in summer green foliage. Encrusted at the foot of these were innumer- able rocks of greatly varying shapes. These guardians made impossible intrusions by any boat larger than mine. ' I ventured closer. This peculiar rise of land seemed to beckon me like the glowing spectre of a swamp. It sent out a challenge: Dare you invade my domain? I asked myself why there were no roads, or people, or homes on this scenic spot. My thirsty curiosity had to be quenched. My hunger for knowledge of this beautiful, yet somehow mysterious place had to be satisfied. The full thrill and exhilaration of adven- ture were upon me like dawn through mist. I could no more have turned back then, than a hound could turn from pursuing the hare. And why not? Everything appeared to favor my expedition. The wind was with me, and I had ample time. I crossed the canal with amazing ease and speed. The bluffs were even more imposing than I had first imagined them to be. I de- cided to explore what I might on the southern side, and drifted with what little current there appeared to be. On rounding the bend, I saw nothing but a sloping hill and trees. Hardly of any interest or value was it to an adven- turer of my talents and imagination! I swung my worthy but somewhat frail craft about. The result was like charging into a stone wall. My boat caught, paused, shivered, quacked, then receded reluctantly from the contest. For the first time I was aware of the speed and strength of the canal currents. Even before the full realization was upon me, I was yards from shore, going faster and faster. Yet pres- ence of mind had not deserted me. I began to pull on the oars with all my strength. Again, again, and still again I pulled. Yet I was getting nowhere. Quite to the contrary, I was slipping back towards open seal I could hardly believe my eyes. Those friendly, gurgling, laughing and sparkling waters were now a black, yeowling torrent of whirlpools and death, yearning for a victim. They were bent on making that victim me. Another boat with a small outboard motor approached. I held the oars with one hand and waved frantically for help. The man in the boat waved back with a rather puzzled smile, no doubt thinking my hardy greeting a bit strange: all is business to anyone crossing the canal. I yelled to him in near hysteria, but the wind was an ally of the currents. As my last hope sped on his way, panic gripped me by the heart like a steel vise. Sweat began to pour down my face. The oars slipped off their locks several times. My shirt ripped and blisters grew on my hands. The sun beat down umnercifully. I paid little heed to these things as I rowed desperately. Thinking back, the incoherent thoughts which flashed through my mind strike me strangely as I recall having thought of Gordon Bates and myself swim- ming and racing at College Pond. I wondered if Mom had got my post card, how Mary Joan was making out with those kids in Maine or somewhere. Little did I realize that none of these things would matter to me if I failed to reach shore. I renewed my effort. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw a cement buoy. I headed for it as best I could. It was 500 feet away, then 300, then l00, and at last I was there. Rest! This feeling of safety was lost in an instant's time. There were hundreds of little whirl- pools and currents around me, grasping and tearing at my position. My boat offered re- sistance. Soon water began to splash in. At once I realized that in a few minutes I should be ankle-deep in water. I must go on. My arms and back ached as I picked up the oars. I had now covered one-half the distance and from now on it was torture e'very inch. The currents became less strong, but the dis- tance covered had taken its toll in strength. I shifted left, then right, as I gradually entered calm waters.

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THE ABI-IIS ll XSept. 28: I was told that whistling in study hall was forbidden. QWho feels like whis- tling after that French test?j Oct. l: lfVhen Tom Bowden was asked to give an oral report on the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, he said, The most beau- tiful thing I have ever seen is too beautiful for words. And sat down. Oct. 2: Girls occupying Joanne Reynold's locker were warned to get all hair curlers, love notes, and diaries Ollt because of a raid on Friday. Oct. 3: Boys, dishes and trays are to be taken to the counter, not shoved under the girls' tables. t Oct. 4: VVe've had an assembly every Friday this year. Everything from juggling to sports announcing. fl'Vasn't that kid terrifliclj Oct. 5: Seniors were warned to step more carefully in the halls. Those aren't ants but X seventh graders. Oct. 6: I got a dirty look from Nancy Tarr when I asked her how she liked being a Freshman. fHow was I to know?j Oct. 7: The theme song of the football team is Mary had a little lamb. Hmmm! YVon- der why? Oct. 8: If you can go without food and sleep for three days, the UABHISH staff wants you. Flee on feathered foot with sharpened pen- cils to Room 6. Oct. 9: Offering your chemistry homework in Room 7 is like dropping a clean towel in the locker room. Oct. 10: It takes only five detentions to war- rant suspension this year. Hope the teachers hear about this. Oct. ll: I was told Mr. Gianoulis's Latin class is very democratic as long as the Plebs agree with the dictator. Oct. 12: How would we have got a day off if X Chris hadn't discovered us? Oct. 14: An irresistable force met an immov- able object when my mother came to see Miss Resca about my marks. The only one injured by the anticipated explosion was Chas. Oct. 15: A social revolution has occurred. Under-classmen may address seniors by their first name without fear of the inquisition. Oct. 16: Student labor won! YVe had two X four-day weeks. Oct. l7: Had a ticket for the Army-Dartmouth game, but went to see Abington play. Mlhat loyalty! ON'hat prevaricationlj Oct. 18: YVe've had three experiments in chemistry none of which has worked. Looks as though Walter Thomas has been nipping at the carbon tetrachloride again. Oct. 19: The P.D. class has calculated that it takes Ruth Swan twenty minutes longer to say what she hopes is the right answer than what she knows is. Oct. 20: Senior boys who wish an under- classman date are to borrow Mousey X Brown's red-hot date book. Oct. 22: Ive have started Macbeth. Mfhen we came to a certain part, Miss Hart looked right at me: An idiot full of sound and X fury, signifying nothing. Oct. 23: The A Club decided on a paper drive and Dave Sprague volunteered my services. Mrs. Dunbar held a class on Going Steady. She broke up a SCVEIHGCD-yeal' ro- mance. Myself and I have parted. fSniff.j Oct. 25: YVe had two lire drills after our melo- dious faculty sang. Guess they couldn't make up their minds whether the school was on fire or not. Nov. 1: Certain members of the Atsms Staff accompanied by Miss Chadbourne attended a convention at VVhitman tif you'll pardon the expressionj High School. Nov. 3: By this time the full force of College Boards is taking its toll on certain hopefuls. Nov. 4: After three months' study and experi- ment, the students of the M. H. class have discovered the reason for teachers losing their tempers: they can't count to ten. Nov. 7: Rockland was spared another two weeks. QI hoped XNov. 8: Mother went to Haiti. QThere'll be a hot time at Nesbitts'.j Nov. 9: Looks like Abington High will really be rolling along now with its new car. Nov. 10: I understand Bob Dennis Wants a monkey for Christmas. Gee, Bob, a mirror would be cheaper. Nov. 1 1: Armistice Day - it's hard to tell how we feel, but I am sure we shall all say a prayer. Nov. 12: The A Club had a paper drive. Guess Mr. Pastuzak's Civics class will have plenty of comic books to keep them busy. XNOV. 13: The axe has fallen: report cards. I wonder what excuse I can use this year? Nov. 15: By now all class rings have been lent, lost, or pawned. Nov. 16: YV. Lindquist told me that some students have a burning desire for A. H. S. Hmmmm! Nov. 17: The most beautiful class ever to grace A. H. S. had its pictures taken recently. Nov.'l8: With such a scarcity of 'football heroes eligible for the Thanksgiving dance, hair pulling, name calling, eye gouging has begun.