Bourne High School - Canal Currents Yearbook (Bourne, MA)

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CANAL CURRENTS 19 Tower — the side depending, of course, on the direction of the wind. Anton Bree, Bellmaster, is recognized as the master Carilloneur of the world. The limited description that I have attempted to give does not begin to show truly this marvel created by man and nature. To appreciate the true significance of this wonderful sanctuary, one must visit it. Loring Huntley, ’36. PAPER Paper is one of the most important necessities of our daily life. We use it for newspapers, books, as a covering for all kinds of articles, and for writing material. If it were not for paper there would be little knowledge of science or history for the ordinary person, no ready means of getting an edu- cation or keeping up with world events. These are only a few of the many ways in which paper affects us and the world we live in. Paper was first used by the Egyptians. True, the paper they used was only river weeds flattened and glued together. This early paper was very crude and was called papyrus, from which the name paper was derived. The Chinese are also known to have used it at an early date, although their paper was of a much better grade. Much later the Arabs learned how to make it, and it was introduced into Europe in the twelfth century. The first paper mill was erected in Germany in 1336. Soon after, the Netherlands began producing paper, which was the best for many years. In 1588 a German, Spielman, obtained a special permit from Queen Elizabeth to manufac- ture England’s paper. An English mill, erected in 1675, still makes paper today. Paper mills were also established in the United States in the early part of the eighteenth century. All paper was hand made prior to 1800, when a Frenchman, named Francois Didot, invented the first machine for the manufacture of it. Paper making is a major industry in the United States and Canada. The materials used are usually wood pulp, rags, waste paper, and sulphur. The sulphur is in the form of a solution and is used to separate the cellulose from the wood in order to form wood pulp. The two main methods of mak- ing paper are the rag and wood pulp methods. They are very complicated and require a lot of machinery. One could read much more about the history behind the making of paper. It is interesting to And out how much romance there is behind every ordinary article, even such a one as paper. John Bourne, ’37.

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18 CANAL CURRENTS THE BOK SINGING TOWER Like a great symphony in stone the Bok Singing Tower rises out of the soil of Central Florida on Mountain Lake. Tradition claims that Iron Mountain, on whose summit the Singing Tower stands, was once a sanctuary for the Indians of Central Florida. After the winter vigil of Dark Moon with its ceremonial wailing at Lake Wailes, the tribes worshiped here the rising sun of each new spring. As we look at the Tower from a distance we perceive an awe-inspiring shaft of pink Etowah and grey Creole marble that seems the soul of majestic tranquility and strength. In the pool of the Glade the tower is reflected in ever- changing shades of color. The soft blue of the sky, the scur- rying clouds, the rose and green of the trees and flowers, and the myriad of light and dark shadows blend to form a glimpse of paradise. The mirror-like surface of the pool is broken only by an occasional bird landing in the water or taking its daily bath. The sanctuary is located three hundred and twenty-four feet above sea level, and is on the highest point of land in Florida. Fourteen lakes are visible from the sunset plateau and thirty-six can be seen from the top of the tower. A sun- rise service to which all visitors are invited is held each Easter morning in the Sanctuary. The great North Door depicts in yellow brass the six days of creation. The sundial carved on the southern side of the tower indicates the latitude and longitude of Iron Mountain. The table at the base of the dial gives the difference between sun and clock time in this latitude for each day. All the interior designs and carvings in tile and bronze depict an allegory of sanctuary life and planting. Besides the bell-chamber the tower contains two copper-steel tanks with a capacity of th irty thousand gallons of water used for watering the sanctuary. The Tower rises from its square base fifty-one feet wide to the majestic height of two hun- dred and five feet. The stained glass window of the upper chambers is a model of color and splendor; the uppermost section is the largest and most beautiful; the next is smaller, but more in- tricate; and the smallest is a fancy grill-work design over a small balcony. The sanctuary bells compose one of the largest carillons yet cast. There are seventy-one bells which cover a range of four and one-half octaves. The best effects of the carillon are obtained at a position about two hundred yards from the

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20 CANAL CURRENTS SUNDOWN In the west the sun was slowly disappearing beyond the horizon . In the sky the clouds were aflame with the rays of the huge ball of Are, showing colors that would put an artist to shame. As the shadows fell, the noise and the bustle of the city turned into a strange quietness as practically all commerce came to an end. In the far-off country the chirping and singing of the joyful and carefree birds came to a hush. In the low and sturdy white farmhouses lamps were lit and their soft, yellow glow could be seen out of the crystal clear windows. Through the stillness of the fast-growing darkness, one could hear the soft tinkling of bells as the cows were being led home to their barns. In a short space of time all traces of the sun had disap- peared and through the inky blackness of the sky stars be- gan to twinkle to signify that another perfect day had come to an end. Walter Young, ’37. THE ANCESTOR I RESEMBLE They’re always making A scrap bag out of me. First it’s Grandp a’s nose. Then Grandma’s knee. Aunty Beth just loves my lips They’re so like Grandma Thom’s But, Aunty Lou, she loves my hips ’Cause they’re just like my Mom’s. Uncle Ned will go in raptures Over eyes of Aunty’s blue They seem to join a league against me Mother’s in it, too. They tell me who I resemble From my head down to my toes. ’Til I think I’m just a patchwork quilt. Maybe I am, who knows? But Dad’s the only sensible one In the whole “caboodle”. He says, “Never you mind. Honey. All that matters is your ‘noodle’.” Dorothy Ryan