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

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Page Tuenty-four CANAL CURRENTS WISHES Oh, how I wish I had studied — Studied with vigor and vim — When the school year’s half over — And examinations begin Oh, how I wish I had studied — Studied instead of played — When the year is half over And the next class I invade Oh, I wish I had studied — Studied with might and main — When I try to answer some questions And I try and try in vain. Virginia Robbins, ’41 The Staff of CANAL CURRENTS” wishes to express its appreciation to Miss Ruth Marr, and to the following Juniors for their assistance in the typ- ing of material for this magazine: — Charles Aylmer, Annie Borghi, Jane Brooks, Alison Coady, Blanche Coppi . Hope Cristofori, Richard Gonsalves, Evelyn Harrison, Richard Jarvis, Robert Jarvis, Peter Karal- ekas, Mildred Querze, Paul Schroeter, Phyllis Stock- ley, Alda Tassinari, Celeste Vercellone, Mildred Wing. Natalie Wright.

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BOURNE HIGH SCHOOL Page Twenty-three co very” was a cure for cancer. The doctor thinks, as he is dying, of his childhood life, of how he and his mother had been so dear to one an- other, and how they had fought pov- erty in a strange land all through the years of his youth. He yearns to see his mother again (she had died years before ) , and then he does see her, and they speak to each other, using the same terms of endearment that they had used forty years before. His mother leads him out of the hospital room and as they are passing down the hall he sees the night nurse drop a letter as she attempts to put it in her pocket — as the unopened letter lay upon the floor he could plainly read the sentences contained within, de- spite the stiff envelope and a flap of blank paper! A young house-maid coming towards them had left a door open behind her. The doctor looks downward, seeking his bare feet. There is nothing there! His mother hurries him out of the hospital and they rise above the city; the man feels all pain, discomfort, and tiredness leave him. She tells him that death is not at all what she had ex- pected, that his father and sister are there, and others whom he had known and loved; that dying does not transform people, It helps us, but it doesn’t change us into angels, as we used to think. This is but a step on the stair.” He asks if there is punishment for things done on earth, if the slate is wiped clean, and she answers him — ' Yes, dear, but it is the same hand that writes on the clean slate. Our- selves are our reward and our punish- ment; and we can’t escape ourselves.” They pass indistinct forms, of which he can distinguish only one, that of a little boy who at one time had been lame but who is now run- ning and jumping. In the distance his father and sister are waving and bless- ing him. but he cannot see them. His mother tells him that she does not know whether there are angels and that she knows very little of anything religious — We need faith here as much as on earth.” The son learns that they do not stay there because it is just a step on the stair which they leave as they left the life below; but joyfully and not in fear, for each step is higher on the stair.” His mother tells him they must part, only to meet later on, but that he may stay where he is or go back and finish his work. Sacrificing his own, wishes, he decides to return to the life below. His next experience is in the hos- pital room where he again feels the weight of his years and the ravages of his illness. After three weeks of convalescing, he tells the story of his discoveries in the life after to an old friend of his, another doctor, who supposedly had saved him from death, and proves it by the nurse and the letter she had lost. He told her where she might find the letter and while she is searching for it, he writes down the first few lines that he had read while the letter lay upon the floor and gasses them to the other doctor. The nurse returns with the unopened letter in her hand, he asks her to read the first few lines and tell them to the other doctor. She does this, saying that the author of the let- ter had died very soon after she had lost the letter. The doctor finds the written lines coincide with what the nurre tells him. and then he has to admit the man’s soul must have left his body, and that his experiences in the life after must have been true. Although my ideas are not in ac- cordance with some set forth in this story, I enjoyed reading the book very much and would recommend it as a thought-provoker to any adult. John Wilson ' 40

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BOURNE HIGH SCHOOL Page T wenty-five This year the football squad reported for practice at first to Mr. Edgar Demers and assistant coach Walter Stahura. We were indeed sorry to lose Coach Demers in September. We welcomed our new coach, Mr. L. Rudolph, at our first game and we have enjoyed working with him very much. The boys have won five games and have lost two. This is one of the best seasons the team has had. We are looking forward to a close game with Wareham which will be played Thanksgiving Day. FOOTBALL SQUAD — 1939 Row 1 : — C. Milliken, R. Parrott, R. Bassett, C. Tucy, H. Maiolini, T. Young, J. Allietta, E. Johnson, K. Young. Row 2: — L. C. Rudolph (coach), A. Cristofori, G. Lincoln, G. Whipple, T. Ton- tini, E. Dwyer, C. Tucy, D. Macdonald, W. Harrison, D. Murray, D. Cunningham, P. Karalekas, W. J. Stahura (assistant coach). Row 3: — H. Ellis, P. Schroeter, V. McKenzie, C. Aylmer. r ow 4 : — R. Burrage, W. Lumbert, D. Boyden, J. Thom, D. Puukka, B. Aylmer, E. Ellis, V. Crump.