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

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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

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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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CANAL CURRENTS 21 RIVERS How similar a river is to a human being! It begins its life as a tiny trickle high up in the mountains and, like an infant is at its birth, small and weak. As it grows it becomes stronger and resembles a child who has just learned to play. A mountain stream has always fascinated me. It winds and twists among giant boulders forming little pools and cas- cades. Where it is going it does not seem to know or even less to care. The mountain stream later becomes a youth, — strong, adventurous, and carefree. As it becomes larger it must leave its play and go to work at driving the wheels of industry and generating electricity to light the homes of people hundreds of miles away. The river is a willing servant but sometimes it becomes angry and breaks loose from its confinement causing great loss of life and property. Finally, after many experiences, the river comes out up- on the lowlands and is content to lead a life of ease, like an old man who has worked hard and has earned his just re- ward. This river is broad and deep and carries upon its back the commerce of the great cities. Finally the river comes to its end and is lost in the sea. It has come many hundreds of miles and has seen many things. What a wonderful story it could tell if it could only speak. Burgess Brownson, ’36. ONE MINUTE A minute is but a snap of the finger; yet it may contain an eternity. When we look back at the days and years we have rushed through, or try to recall a minute of last night’s sleep, we are amazed. Time passes so quickly. But there are times when the minute apparently halts its mad flight and remains inert for a seeming eternity. Im- agine, for instance, what must take place in the minute be- fore we draw our last breath in this world. It has been said that in that minute many people relive every moment since their birth. Then again we all know how in the classroom, before our turn to recite what we haven’t done, the minutes threaten us with their seeming endlessness! This, to me, is the miracle of the minute as of time it- self. It is a set unit only as we set it.