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

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CANAL CURRENTS 21 all the others. What interesting experiences an Inspector of this type could relate. How interesting his work would be. There would be the dainty bureau of the teen-age Miss — very attractive outside but apt to be rather topsy-turvy with- in. How difficult it is to keep the hankies, ribbons, laces, powder boxes and trinkets separate! There would be the more masculine-type bureau of her older brother with his two or three drawers. Upon investi- gating one would likely find stockings, jack-knives, booklets, neckties, and perhaps a few letters and a few girls’ berets and scarfs. A little more jumbled up than his sister’s — but perhaps this is to find a “hiding place” for his various “fem- inine treasures”. Do brothers use their bureau drawers for a “treasure chest”? I never could find out! One might come across a very neatly assorted drawer — rather unusual and quite different from the previous types. Upon investigating — the owner would likely be a very “prim school-marm” or a so-called “maiden-lady”. Who else has time to keep their bureaus in order? Unless someone suggests having a Bureau Drawer Inspector I think that quite a few very interesting stories and experiences are going to be missed. Wouldn’t you like the job? Priscilla Davis, ’38. THE PIRATE Rodney Thomson’s etching of the “Pirate” is that of a kind, happy-go-lucky individual. High above his head in his hand, he holds his gayly plumed hat. On his head, worn under the hat, is a checkered bandanna tied in back. His heavy coal black beard covers most of his scarred face ex- cept his forehead, large nose and eyes, one of which is cov- ered with black cloth, the other closed in a vain attempt to wink, are plainly seen. His mouth is barely visible. Under his long coat decorated with buttons, large pockets and sleeve cuffs, is a fairly white shirt with bloused sleeves. From his sash protrudes the butt of a large pistol, in his right hand is a huge straight bladed sword on which he leans. His one good leg, the right, is bowed and garbed with pantaloons reaching below his knee and a light colored stocking continues into his low, heavy leather shoe. On this shoe is a buckle as large as his hand . A peg-leg serves for probably what a cannon ball took away. Grant Ellis, ’37.

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20 CANAL CURRENTS DIARY OF A SAILOR ABOARD THE -SANTA MARIA ’ Wednesday, 1492 Today I was standing on deck of the Santa Maria. I was sad and had given up all hopes of living and going back to Spain to see my aged mother. As I looked out at the water, 1 saw a bird flying over the boat with a twig in its mouth. A gasp escaped from my lips as I clutched at the railing before me. That meant land was near! I looked at the bird once again and hurried to tell Columbus. When I broke the news he shook my hand and I noticed that his eyes were wet with tears. I shall not give up hoping to see my mother again. Thursday More signs that we are heading towards land — towards India — and wealth! We sighted branches and grass in the water. The other sailors are half insane with happiness. When I reach India I shall get spices and gold for my mother. Columbus is happy too, but he is the only calm one. Friday We saw a red light shining in the direction of our destin- ation. As the light shone brighter, the sailors all knelt to pray, — they were so thankful. As I saw them look towards the flag of our homeland — Spain, — I knew, that they, like me, were thinking of the brave men that had died on the way. But soon they yelled and shouted, for — we, had reached land! Saturday As we reached the mainland, the natives stood on the shore waiting for us. They did not know how to welcome us at first, but when we gave them trinkets they greeted us with shouts and queer songs. Genevieve Ansaloni, ’39. BUREAU DRAWERS Bureau Drawers! What a queer title, — and yet, what a lot can be said about this subject. Wouldn’t it be quite amusing to be a “Bureau Drawer Inspector”? Do they have such things; — I don’t know, but perhaps there should be this type of Investigator as well as

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22 CANAL CURRENTS FROST MAGIC She was a very delicate little girl, Mary Sullivan, with long ringlets of jet black hair that formed a soft frame around her pinched face. Her eyes were a clear, soft blue that reminded one of the sky on a sunny morning in May. She had not always been confined to this little cot where she now lay watching eagerly for her mother’s return after a long hard day’s work in the factory. Oh, no! Mary had at one time been one of the liveliest little girls imaginable. On Mary’s tenth birthday she had been allowed to go down, with her father, to his garage. This was a very special occasion for it did not occur very often. Mary liked to watch the people who stopped their cars for oil, gasoline, water, or to have Daddy repair something for them. It seemed as though something was always going wrong with cars on cold, snowy days like this one. Mary didn’t mind the cold for her new snow suit that she had received for Christmas was thick and woolly and kept her snug and warm. It had been freezing cold in the garage when they had entered. White frost covered every window with beautiful pictures. There were all sorts of animals, birds, trees, people, toys, and fish that one could possibly imagine. Surely this was the most beautiful sight that Mary had ever seen in her short life. She stood spellbound for a moment; then dashed from one to another finding so m any things that she recog- nized that her head whirled and she thought that Jack Frost must be a most wonderful creature! Much to Mary’s disappointment the frost magic soon dis- appeared after Daddy built a roaring fire in the huge stove in the corner. Her disappointment was short lived, however, for business started early that morning when a big black sedan drove up and “honked” for gasoline and Daddy told her that she might wait on the first customer. Overjoyed, she ran out and started to fill the man’s tank. Then, — without a sound of warning, — came a loud report, as though something had blown up. At the very same moment flames burst through the roof of the garage. Mary had dropped the hose and run madly into the burning building — Daddy was in there! The people in the car tried to stop her but she dodged them. The flames licked around her new snow suit as if it made a delicious breakfast. Her hands and