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

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CANAL CURRENTS, BOURNE HIGH SCHOOL “A Tribute To “Mother” — doesn’t that word mean a variety of things to you? Noble, Loving, Helpful, Kind, Joyous, Charming, Adorable, Grand and “Bestest” are only a few words that “Mother” con- tains. Does your Mother mean as much to you as my Mother does to me? There is a poem that I saw embroidered on a pillow that is the only thing that describes what I think of my Mother. “M is for the million things she gave me. My Mother ' ' O means only that she’s growing old. T is for the tears she shed to save me; H is for her heart of purest gold. E is for her eyes with love- light shining, R is right and right she’ll always be. Put them all together; they spell Mother — The word that means the world to me!” Virginia Mason, ’40. Ancient And Modern Warfare Now that war has us kneeling down to it again, let’s talk over the ancient warfare and the modern warfare. Remember way back in the days of Caesar when the phal- anx was considered the best way of forming men into battle lines? Those men carried only bows and arrows, spears, slings, and shields. Men stood right oppo- site each other when they fought. Less men were killed in those days. Offiecrs went right into the battle with the men to lead them and to encourage them. When attacking towns they used battering rams and mechanical devices that threw heavy rocks at the walls or at the soldiers inside. Scaling lad- ders were used to scale walls, and movable towers were used for the same purpose. Those were the days when war was not so horrible as it is now. War in modern times is all horror. Poison gases kill sol- diers in the most horrible man- ner known. Big guns shoot pro- jectiles more than twelve miles, although every time one of those guns are shot it costs thousands of dollars. Tanks are used to lay destruction wherever they go, and fire is shot from some of the tanks of today to make sure of their destructive work. Air- planes are used to bomb cities and important army camps. Ships are used to protect the countries by sea. Submarines and mines are used to sink bat- tleships and destroyers. Man considers these implements of warfare great feats in the world of science, but to the common soldier they make war more hor- rible than ever. War is something that can never be averted. The imple- ments of warfare become more and more destructive and hor- rible as the wars come and go. Harlow Ellis, ’40. Page Twenty-Four

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CANAL CURRENTS, BOURNE HIGH SCHOOL cular enclosure I stumbled over a pile of hard objects which rolled and clicked and rattled under my feet. I reached down and picked up a large round ob- ject, very smooth and with two perfectly round holes in it. I dropped it quickly and fled across the room, crouching against the far wall. A draft of air hit my head. Where there is air, I thought, there must be a opening. Sure enough, a lit- tle above my head was a win- dow with rusty bars set in it. I reached up and grasped one of the ancient bars. It weakened as I pulled on it and my hopes rose a few notches. Suddenly from the ceiling of the cell came the harsh chuckle of the old man and a dark, winged object of considerable size dropped upon me, and I caught a strange musky odor as it flapped about my cell. Even in the darkness I could tell what it was. I gasped in horror and cruched low to avoid the filthy thing. The thought of the auto- matic pistol which I always car- ry in my hip pocket came to me suddenly. I groped wildly for it, and breathed a sigh of relief when I felt it, cold and hard, in my grip. The horrid creature in my cell flapped toward me and I in panic, emptied the contents of my pistol into the filthy bird. It staggered at my first shot, and as the rest tore through it, it collapsed and fell heavily to the floor. I wiped the perspiration from my brow and pocketed the useless gun. I was able, after a fashion, to wrench the old cor- roded bars from the window and haul myself through. I found myself in another cir- cular room but this one had an opening in the high ceiling and iron rungs set in the stone wall leading up to it. I climbed rap- idly up the rungs and as I reached the top and looked over, I came face to face with my host who screamed and kicked me in the face? I felt myself falling back- wards through space, falling — falling — there came a ringing as of many bells, in my ears. I hit the floor with a terrific smash! The ringing grew loud- er. Funny — I felt no pain from the long fall. I tried to move but I couldn’t. It felt as though someone was holding my arms close to my sides. The ringing noise stopped suddenly. I opened my eyes. The sunlight was streaming in my bedroom window and I was lying on the floor with my bed clothes wound tightly around me! Suddenly there was the loud ringing noise again, I untangled myself from the bed clothes, picked up the telephone on my bedroom table, and lifted the receiver. “Hello?” “Hi, Jim,” came the answer over the wire, “where are you, anyway? Aren’t you going deer hunting with us this afternoon?” “No!” I shouted. “I’m sick.” I slammed down the receiver and turned toward my bed. My eyes fell upon a copy of a book entitled “Medieval Horrors”. I threw the book out of the win- dow, dove back into bed, and pulled the covers tightly over my head. Fred Hebditch, ’39. Page Twenty-Three

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CANAL CURRENTS, BOURNE HIGH SCHOOL Douglas (Wrong-way) Corrigan Yesterday was the 22nd birth- day of Douglas Corrigan, the wrong way flyer. Why did this young man take such a perilous chance or was his compass real- ly “off” as he said? Here is an- other aviator who was glorified and worshipped overnight. He must have endured great loneli- ness flying over that vast ex- panse of water. How young and yet how courageous he was. He had faith in his $300 an- tique plane. And he was the only one to have faith in the “flying orange-crate” as they called it in California. The United States government would never have issued him a license to fly that plane across the Atlantic, ten long years after the “Lone Eagle” had crossed it in the same type of a plane. We must pay tribute, look up to, and re- spect the courage of Douglas Corrigan, a flghting Irishman. Kempton Coady, ’40 Future Of The Motion Picture The future of this very im- portant phase of entertainment lies, more or less, in the hands of the public. At present the pub- lic seems to approve the devia- tion from the “boy gets girl — boy loses girl” theme. The pic- tures with the most box office appeal are practically without exception, pictures of exceeding- ly good quality. Many of them are based on historical events, biographies, classics. If not they usually run to the light, enter- taining, crazy comedy variety. Motion pictures can be won- derful educators to the general public. Those based on fact stimulate interest in the lives and works of great people, the ages in which they lived, great events in history. Educational pictures are be- ing used increasingly in schools for teaching purposes. They are heartily welcomed, for it is much easier to fix in the minds events which have been witnessed (via the screen), rather than studied from a textbook. June Cassels, ’40. Page Twenty-Five