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

Text from Pages 1 - 76 of the 1941 volume:

I V ' It ; ' CoViige ojj O ff ers f or y 0o.p ’ oT ser for the.;r te3iidiiig social t4pri. v and mem. of tile try, jdcoacmib-5ociolc ttytrdad pro; a fcundi n n cultme, r iehipve- j� ids: -Biolicjgtt .Chemis- ' ing ricula in Civil, Air-Condition- fglish ' (ip- clod mg an . ' tion in’ ' f( njEd ' tein) , and .. yw ' importunities _ research ’ jg iSiable Jtor ' catjonal specializatioa. of ' Science or Bachelor ing, i od Aeronautical opfiofts), Electrical, Chemical, Industrial Engineering, and Engineering Administration. Qassroom study is supplemented by experiment and in well-equipped laboratories. Degree: Bachelor of Science in the pro- W ' fessional field of speciaiiaatipn. _ _ Business Administration men six curricula: J io nting, Banking and Finance, vertioing, Journalism, Public Administration, and Industrial ach curriculum provides a sound training in jda : -fvEpdament- pfi ce and culminates in : special courses devdted to the various professional fields. D ree: Bachelor o ience in Business Adminis- tration. School of haw School of Business ibf „ Marketiitg.j Admin istMifitj ' a!s of bpsiness Offers, three-year flay and four-year eve- Offere curricula through evening classy ' ning undergraduate programs leading to. the degree of Bachelor of Laws. A mini- mum of two years of ' cdlege yol ' k, or its full equivalent,’ required for admission to undj aduate programs. Case method of instruction;; V . ’ -T- • The School alsp.( offers a two-year eve- ning program o n to graduat«®of a- proved law schools and leading to de ee of Master of La s. Undergraduate and graduate progf t admit mei and women. . . . -• 1 Accounting, Industrial Management,- distributive Management, and Engineer- ing and Busjiness, leading to the degree of Bachelor oP Business Administration in specified fields. Preparation for C. P. A. Examinations. A special four-year airriculum in Law and Business Man- ement leading to the Bachelor of Com- mercial Science degree with appropriate specification is also offered. Shorter pro- grams may be arranged. Co-educational. ' D Evenm K ourses of the College of Liberal Arts Certain courses of the Cx S cse ' -of Liberal Arts are offered during evening hours affording concentranpn’ in Economics, English, History and Govern- ment, or Social Science. A ' s dai pro am preparing for admission to the School ' or Law is also availaMe. .The program is equivalent in hours to one- half of the req uirement for the A.B. or S.B. degree. Associate in Arts title conferred. Co-educational. ■ ' Co-operative Plan . Colleges ob ibsaul Arts, Engineering and Business Administration offer day pro- - only, and are conduaed on the co-operative plan. After the freshman year, students may alternate their periods of study with periods of work in the employ of buriness or indu ial concerns at ten-week intervals. Under this plan they gain valuable experience and can earn a large part of th«t college expenses. V; ' . FOR CATALOG — MAa THIS COUPON AT ONCE lORTHEASTERN UNIVERSITY of Admissions ‘ .C College of Business Administration Sdi of Law Evemrig SchtJi of Business Day Pn eg Program Evening — College of Liberal ' ts This Magazine Belongs To Teacher of English, Public Speaking, Dramatics Friend to each Bourne High School Student Energetic, Inspiring Leader . . . MRS. ALICE TAPPER TYSON To whom the Class of 19-42 gratefully dedicates its issue of ihe ' Canal Currents” CANAL CURRENTS Bourne High School 0 IJ JANUARY, 1941 Faculty KEMPTON J. COADY, Principal Geometry, Algebra, Business Arithmetic WALTER J. STAHURA Science, Algebra, Advanced Mathematics HELEN F. KANE English H. ELIZABETH DILL History, English RUTH D. MARR Commercial Subjects SYLVIA A. BOYD French, Latin, Archery, Dramatics CLAYTON E. CAMPBELL History, Economics, Athletics KNUTE H. ANDERSSON Physical Education, Manual Training ) FRANCES H. MARTIN A Home Economics, Girls’ Athletics THOMAS J. CORRIGAN Mechanical Drawing, V Manual Training ; PAULINE N. NEWINGTON c Supervisor of Vocal Music L ADOLPHE QUERZE Director of Shawme Orchestra and Shawme Band DOROTHY HANDY V Supervisor of Art JAMES F. PEEBLES y Superintendent of Schools SCHOOL COMMITTEE Dr. George W. Dainty Mrs. Maurice Johnson v Mr. John Murray, Sr. Mr. Donald Morris V Mr. Stephen P. Hayes MAGAZINE STAFF CLASS OF 1942 Edit or-m-C hie f Busmess Manager Advertising Managers .... Sports Editors Wit and Humor Editors Alumni Editor Literary Editor Faculty Advisers . Donald Macdonald Marjorie Jenkins Esther Davis Raymond Gagner Charles Tucy Esther Davis Rudolph Habenicht Muriel Berry Carolyn Quattromini Lois Querze Miss Helen F. Kane Miss Ruth D. Marr Ackno wl edg em en t The Staff of ' ’Canal Currents wishes to express its appreciation to Afiss Mart, Celeste Vercellone, Evelyn Harrison, Vernon McKenzie, Richard Gonsalves, Elma Chase, Dorothy Barlow, Jessie Barlow, June Cassels, Madeline Chiodo, Phyllis Stockley, Robert and Richard Jarvis, Louise Coombs, Doris Landers, Freda Stockton, and Charles Aylmer for their aid in the typing of the material for the copy of Canal Currents . Miss Kane expresses special appreciation to Jean Matheson, Cora Gay, and Charles Tucy for their unselfish aid. Acknowledgement is also due Miss Handy and the following freshmen, all of whom helped with the ad- vertising campaign for this issue of Canal Currents’. Athena Karalekas, Irene White, Mary Masterson, Bertha Chandler, Virginia DeLano, Jacqueline Atchison, Flor- ence Holt, Dorothy Jackson, Marie Connolly, Marilyn Crump, Alice Pederzani, Donald Aiken, Claire Healy, and Kenneth Young. We also thank Mr. Andersson for making the standards for the advertising placards placed in the lunch room; and Ruth Brownson, Robert Jarvis, Janet Wheeler, Leonard Burgess, Elizabeth Hammond and Donald Mac- donald for the board sketches they made to advertise the magazines in the homerooms. CLASS OF 1942 1940-1941 OFFICERS President Vice-President Secretary-Treasurer Student Council Amaral, Elsie Sagamore Grammar School Course — Household Arts ( 1 , 2 ) ; Commercial ( 3 ) . Glee Club (1, 2, 3); Graduation Chorus ( 1 , 2 ) . Hockey (2, 3 ) ; Basketball ( 2 ) ; Archery ( 1 ) . A flirtatious air, a twinkling eye” Anderson, Charles (Charlie) Sagamore Grammar School Course — Commercial (1, 2;; Gen- eral (3). Class President ( 1 ) ; Student Coun- cil (2). Chairman, Soph. Hallow- e’en Party Committee (2). Soph. Ring Committee (2). Great oaks come from small acorns. Baker, James Howard (Howy) Bourne Grammar School Course — Commercial ( 1 , 2 ) ; Gen- eral (3). He looks shy, but oh, my!” Berriault, John Thomas (J ohnny) Bourne Grammar School Course — General. Football (3); Basketball (1, 2, 3); Baseball (1, 2, 3). Handsome is as handsome does.” Berry, Muriel (Trigger) Bourne Grammar School Course — General . Glee Club (1, 2, 3); Graduation Chorus (1, 2); Archery (1, 2); Class Secretary and Treasurer ( 1 ) ; Soph. Hallowe’en Party Committee (2); Canal Currents’’ Staff (3). Muriel is a wit, no doubt of it.” Blackwell, Wallace H. Jr, (Wallie) Sagamore Grammar School Course — College. If thou wilt apply thy mind, thou shalt be prudent!” Charles Tucy Kenneth Young Jean Matheson Robert Luthy Burgess, Leonard L. ( Lenny ) Bourne Grammar School Course — Commercial. Shawme Orchestra (1, 2, 3); Shawme Band ( 3 ) ; United Symphony Or- chestra (1, 2, 3); Football (3); Basketball (2); Class Vice- Presi- dent (2). The orchestra’s drumming star.” Cardoza, Josephine (Josie) Bourne Grammar School Course — Household Arts and Com- mercial ( 1 , 2 ) ; General ( 3 ) . Hockey ( 1 , 2 ) ; Basketball ( 1 ) ; Chorus (1, 2, 3). Always at it wins the day — ” Chase, Emery, Jr. (Chasey) Sagamore Grammar School Course — Commercial (1, 2); Gen- eral (3). Soph. Hallowe’en Party Committee (2). Chasey is so full of fun; what if work isn’t done!” Compton, Kenneth (Kenny — the Sheik) Bourne Grammar School Course — College. Basketball ( 1 , 2 ) . Compton likes Physics, English, and French — For he gets his assignments from some pretty wench!” Davis, Esther E. (Dangerous, Jr.) Sagamore Grammar School Course — College. Hockey (1, 2, 3); Basketball (1, 2); Softball ( 2 ) ; Archery ( 1 ) . Gradu- ation Chorus and Symphony Con- cert (1, 2); New England Music Festival Chorus ( 2 ) ; Soph. Hal- lowe’en Party Committee ( 2 ) ; Canal Currents” Staff ( 3 ) . Esther is an attractive specimen of the blondes that gentlemen prefer.” Canal Currents, Bourne High School Dean, Josephine (Jo) Bourne Grammar School Course — Household Arts ( 1 ) ; Col- lege (2, 3). Graduation Chorus and Symphony Concert (1, 2); Soph. Hallowe ' en Party Committee (2); Soph. Ring Committee (2); Hockey (2, 3); Basketball ( 1 , 2 ) ; Softball ( 2 ) ; Shawme Band Drum Majorette (3). Forever Younz”. DeLano, Roland M., Jr. ( Butch ) Bourne Grammar School Course — General . Has ambitions some day to be a real auto mechanic — you don’t have to talk to cars.” Douglas, Gwendolyn Eliza- beth (Gwenny) Bourne Grammar School Course — Commercial. Glee Club (1, 2, 3); Graduation Chorus and Symphony Concert n, 2); Nativity (2); Archery (1) ; Hockey (1, 2, 3); Basket- ball (1, 2, 3); Softball (2). ]ust as good fish in the sea as ever were caught.” Downing, Everett Edward (A pie) Bourne Grammar School Course — General . Our good natured Apie will always b e ne ar tc r ou r-tko hts.” Driscoll, Claire L. Bourne Grammar School Course — Commercial ( 1 , 2 ) . eral (3). Glee Club (1, 2, 3). Fair, good, and wise is a w( ' __three stories high.” Gagner; ay (A ce.). Sagamore Grammar School Course — Commercial. Glee Club (1, 2, 3); Canal Cur- rents” Staff ( 3 ) ; Basketball (1, 2); Baseball (1, 2); Football ( 2 ) . Called ’Ace’ because he’s first in fun.” Gay, Cora Virginia (Scarlett) Sagamore Grammar School Course — College. Basketball (1, 2); Hockey (1, 2, 3); Softball ( 2 ) ; Archery ( 1 ) ; Gradu- ation Chorus and Symphony Con- cert ( 1 , 2 ) . This Scarlett, cute and gay, is now by Corrigan carried away!” Habenicht, Rudolph (Rudy) Hyde Park, High School Course — College. Oral English Club, French Club (1, 2); Canal Currents” Staff (3). ' T ' he best things come in little pack- ages.” Hammond, Elizabeth (Betty) Bourne Grammar School Course — College. Archery ( 1 , 2 ) ; Softball ( 2 ) . Butterfly Betty will be a famous writer some day.” Healy, Claire Bourne Grammar School Course — Household Arts and Com- mercial ( 1 ) ; College (2, 3 ) . Archery (1); Shawme Orchestra (1, 2, 3); Shawme Band (3); New England Music Festival ( 2 ) ; Mail Order Money” (2); Girls Chorus (1, 2, 3); Mixed Chorus (1, 3); United School Symphony (1, 2, 3). A gorgeous wizard at math; a gypsy indeed, who the future can read.” Hoke, Sharon Odell (Merry Christmas) Yarmouth High School Course — College (2, 3). Basketball ( 2 ) ; Hockey ( 3 ) . A girl much gifted in words and in art.” Holman, Herbert (Bert) Bourne Grammar School Course — College. Chorus (1, 2, 3 ) ; Basketball ( 1 ) . This mysterious man now has a gal named Bertha.” Jackson, Claire (Jackie) Bourne Grammar School Course — College. Archery (1, 3). A quiet girl in some ways; In every point she’ll rate all ' A’s’ ’’ Page Six Canal Currents, Bourne High School Jenkins, Marjorie Anne ( M idge) Bourr.e Grammar School Course — Household Arts and Com- mercial. Chorus (1, 2, 3); Basketball (1, 2); Hockey (1, 2, 3); Softball (2); Canal Currents” Staff (3); Music Festival ( 1 , 2 ) ; Cheer Leader (1, 3); Shawme Band Drum Majorette ( 3 ) . ”A cute, energetic little girl is she; Everyone likes her; ti e all agree!” Lumbert, Waldo B. (Wig) Bourne Grammar School Course — Commercial. Football (1, 2, 3); Baseball (1, 2); Soph. Ring Committee (2). Wiggy, a very handsome lad, Will make some feminine heart glad.” Luthy, Robert (Tic) Jewett City Grammar School Course — College. Student Council (1, 3); Shawme Orchestra (2, 3); Shawme Band (3). ”A real sense of good humor is a sign of great uit.” Macdonald, Donald (Connie- Mac) Bourne Grammar School Course — College. Football Manager (1, 2, 3 g Base- ball (1, 2, 3); Canal Currents” Staff ( 3 ) . Does his skill as an artist account for that schoolgirl complexion?” Matheson, Jean (Mac) Bourne Grammar School Course — College. Class Vice-President ( 1 ) ; Class Sec- retary and Treasurer (2, 3); Soph. Ring Committee; Chorus (1, 2); New England Music Festival ( 1 ) ; Archery ( 1 ) ; Basketball ( 2 ) ; Soft- ball ( 2 ) ; Field Hockey manager (3). We know what will become of Jean; No doubt she will be someone’s queen!” Milliken, Christine Con- stance (Chris) Bourne Grammar School Course — College. Girls Chorus (1, 2, 3i; Mixed Chorus (2, 3l; Nativity (2); Graduation Chorus (1, 2, 3); Basketball (1, 2, 3); Hockey ( 1 , 2 ) ; Archery ( 1 , 2 ) ; Shawme Band Drum Majorette (3). Cricky will handle life with success. As she does her baton, thct ' s our guess.” Pederzani, Robert ( Huck ) Sagam.ore Grammar School Course — Commercial ( 1 , 2 ) ; Gen- eral (3). Football ( 1 , 3 ) ; Baseball ( 2 ) ; Bas- keball ( 1 ) ; Asst. Basketball Man- ager (2). A string of N. H. S. beauties will be his joy forever!” Quattkomini, Carolyn (Carol) Sagamore Grrmmar Srhool Course — College. Soph. Ring Committee {2) Canal Currents” Staff ( 3 ; ; Concert (1, 2); Graduation Chorus (1, 2) Glee Club (1, 2, 3;; Archery (1, 3). The brown eyed angel of our class. An intelligent, but alas, romantic lass!” Querze, Lois (Lo) Sagamore Grammar School Course — College. Girls Chorus (1, 2, 3;; United Sym- phony (1, 2, 3); New England Music Festival (2) ; Shawme Band ( 3 ) ; Canal Currents” Staff ( 3 ) ; Archery (1, 3); Shawme Orches- tra (1, 2, 3). Lo”, who brightens any class. Has more than good looks to help her pass! Reed, Kenneth R. (Kenny) Bourne Grammar School Course — Commercial (1, 2); Gen- eral (3). Chorus (1, 2, 3); Basketball (1). A man of witty silence is a man of great common sense.” Page Seven Canal Currents, Bourne High School Robbins, Edward F. (Eddie) Bourne Grammar School Course — Commercial ( 1 , 2 ) ; Gen- eral ( 3 ) . Quahog Eddie will never he still; He’ll be talking or digging ’til the trumpets trill.” Smalley, Ruthe Sagamore Grammar School Course — Household Arts and Com- mercial (1, 2); General (3). Girls Chorus (1, 2, 3); Mixed (2, 3); Mail Order Money” (2); Nativity (2); Archery (3). How can a girl so very petite, Sweep everyone else off his feet?” Tontina, Olga Claire Sagamore Grammar School Course — Household Arts ( 1 , 2 ) ; General ( 3 ) . Girls Chorus (1, 2, 3); Hockey (1, 2, 3); Mixed Chorus (3). This Tontini gal will keep on going, With her joke-cracking, laughter, and marvelous sewing!” Tucy, Charles F. (Capt.) Bourne Grammar School Course — Commercial ( 1 , 2 ) ; Gen- eral (3). Class President ( 3 ) ; Student Coun- cil (3); Canal Currents” Staff (3); Soph. Ring Committee (2); Soph. Hallowe’en Party Committee (2); Chorus (1); Football (1, 2, 3 ) ; Basketball ( 1 , 2 ) . Six gorgeous gals and maybe more; In fact it’s impossible to keep score.” Turner, Nancy C. Bourne Grammar School Course — Commercial. Chorus (1, 2, 3). If it’s a good time you lack. Go to Nancy; you’ll be on the right track.” Wallace, Earl (Smokey) Bourne Grammar School Course — Commercial (1, 2); Gen- eral (3). Water, smoke or a woman can draw him out of his house.” Ward, Frederick (Freddie) Bourne Grammar School Course — General. Permanent and solid character is built up out of trivial actions.” Wheeler, Janet (Liz) Natick Junior High School Course — College. Glee Club (1, 2, 3); Archery (1, 3). Haste, if thou would never fail.” White, Marjorie (Marjie) Sagamore Grammar School Course — Home Economics ( 1 , 2 ) ; General ( 3 ) . Girls Chorus (1, 2, 3 ) . From trivial things great moments oft arise.” Young, Kenneth (Kenny) Sagamore Grammar School Course — Commercial ( 1 , 2 ) ; Gen- eral (3). Class President (2); Class Vice- President (3); Chairman of Soph. Ring Committee (2); Football (1, 2, 3); Basketball (2); Base- ball (1, 2). Kenny Young, our athletic hero. Will never in his life be rated zero!” Page Eight EDITORIALS The Editor Views The Present Day Crisis In these troubled times the greatest defense for our country is not in a large standing Army and Navy but in national unity. Foreign powers seek- ing to ruin our country do not invest chiefly in sabotage but in disrupting propaganda and anti-American talk to corrupt our morals and spirit. It is up to us as future citizens to do all we can to combat these evil forces if national unity is to be prevalent, not only in our large cities and towns, but in small villages or country hamlets where real Americans live, breathe, and think. Donald Macdonald, Editor-in-Chief Isn ' t It Great To Be An American One evening this Fall the Freshman Initiation Hallowe’en Party was held at our school. 1 was just on the steps, about to enter the building, when 1 saw something that made me stand motionless. I first saw a red light, high in the dark sky. Then I heard the sound of a motor and I realized it was an airplane. This made me stop to think of something that I just t ook for granted before. The lights in the school weren’t put out. The lights in the surrounding houses were not put out. I, together with other people, didn’t run for shelter when the plane was seen. Everyone just continued with whatever he was do- ing and paid no attention whatsoever to the airplane — except myself. I thought of the people in Europe; how they dread the sight or sound of an airplane. They realize over there” what it means — it means destruction and death of many men, women and children. When a plane is sighted at night the people are left in complete darkness; as they call it, they have a blackout”. We read this in newspapers and hear things on the radio — yes, but I have read the writing of a young English girl with whom I correspond — writing which has told me more of the horrors of war than any radio or new s- paper would ever tell. We in America know there is a war going on in Europe and that America is not at war — yet; but that is about all. We do not realize how fortunate we are — how fortunate to live our lives in peace. We have no blackouts, no bombs dropped on the roofs of houses. We have none of the horrors of war. We’ve got no Mussolini, Hitler, or Stalin, but in their places, we have The Statue of Liberty, The Fourth of July, and Election Day. This is a coun- try where the torch of liberty shines and where the symbol of freedom shall lorever stand.” Isn’t it great to be an American! Carolyn Quattromini, ’42 Page Nine Canal Currents, Bourne High School Patriotism Never-dying spark enshrined in the human heart, which keeps alive the love, devotion, and ardor for those things which we are taught to be just. To what specific things it pertains is immaterial. The same fervor applies to friend, family, country, and Creator, aroused to varying degrees of intensity. Mr. Stahura The Spirit Of Peace There she is now coming across the field. The sun streaming through her hair Turns it into golden threads. As we get closer we see her eyes. Ah, yes, they are like deep pools of fairy tears. Her lips are like sparkling rubies. When she walks, it is with the grace of a swan. When she speaks, her voice is like the murmur of a mountain stream. Now she is disappearing into the darkness. But the image of her still lingers in our memories. I would travel to the end of the world, I would forfeit my wealth. And give the best years of my life For a glimpse of the beautiful creature. Robert Lindquist, ’43 Youth In The World Today We often hear the statement that some organization or nation puts its faith in its youth. Youth is looked to for inspiration, new ideas, action. The youth of today is faced with many difficult problems. How many times they have been told this by teachers, speakers, ministers, parents, — all telling them that the problems of today are far greater than any that have ever faced any generation before. Finally, they take the attitude that everything must be as hard as they have been told and therefore every effort is useless. Of course, they should realize that life’s problems are hard. They always have been and will continue to be, but they should also realize that nothing is im- possible for those who really want to succeed. Past gener ations, too, have been told of the impossible problems, but they managed to solve them. Many times it is not that a task is so hard but simply the attitude toward the task that makes it appear hard. The youth of the world today realize the graveness of present conditions. For example, surely do the brave English children who are leaving their homes for a strange, new land, but ever with the determination to return after the war to rebuild England again. Everywhere youth organizations are listening, learning, discussing world and national situations so that they may more wisely carry on the work of the world in the future. We can still put our faith in the youth of today! Claire Healy, ’42 Page Ten Canal Currents, Bourne High School Patriotism In The Schools In these uncertain times it is heartening to note that Bourne High School has passed an unvoiced law providing that the student body learn about the deep meaning of Patriotism. In accordance with this, each morning the American flag is raised to the stirring notes of a trumpet, while every student stands alert and at attention until the ceremony is over. It would be a fine thing if every one realized the real meaning of patriot- ism. Some students may ask just why should we be patriotic. Well, in the first place, take America as a whole. Isn’t it a wonderful nation? — no es- tablished religion; freedom of religious worship, freedom of speech, freedom of the press, freedom of assembly, no right of search of a man’s home with- out warrant from a court of law, when accused of a crime the right to a speedy, public, and impartial trial, coupled with the right to confront wit- nesses for the defense. That alone should cause us to respect and revere America. In the sec- ond place, just think of everything the dictators have taken away and that Americans prize, — liberty, peace, and individual freedom. If every school in the United States would stress this idea in its curri- culum just as Bourne High is doing, for at least a year, I am sure that every boy and girl in the nation would realize how great a country America really is. Youth has been apt to take too much for granted and not appreciate fully w ' hat it has. A good way to go about this instructive training is to make it as pleasant as possible. The Junior Class Advisers of Bourne High School are doing this by having the Junior class members construct their annual magazine, Ca ial Currents, along the theme of American Patriotism. Cora Gay, ’42 Pause For Prayer As I was walking home from choir practice, a most unusual window display caught my eye. It wasn’t exactly an_ advertisement, but it had to do with the w ar that is being fought abroad. It showed a miniature setting of the destruction; small houses, tall build- ings. streets — all were badly ruined. Somewhere, hidden under these build- ings. chemicals were used to show clouds of smoke here and there, making it the most life-like scene I have ever observed. Tiny mechanical people were scrambling about, seeking refuge in the make-believe bomb shelters. From the outside it was rather faint, but if you listened carefully, you could almost hear the screeching of the bombs as they fell from a flat compartment overhead. At the very top of the window, there were images of terrified children’.s faces grouped around a sign w hich read, We need your help, America.” This made a very queer impression on my mind — for I noticed, instead of people talking, or exclaiming loudly to their companions to look at the display, there was no real excitement, but only a hushed silence, as we all watched the miniature war. Page Eleven Celeste Vercellone, ’4l Canal Currents, Bourne High School T ribute America! — the land where the pilgrims roamed, the land of the brave and the strong, the land I call home — I pay tribute to you. Oh, land of the free, you gave us libeny! Here, we live in a democracy never before sur- passed, where we may live in happiness and prosperity. Over there reigns dictatorship, the most despised of governments. Over there are the bleak, desolate, war-torn countries of horror and continuous fear. Let us bow our heads in prayer, that we may be able to keep our country thus. Pray that we may be able to protect our spacious fields, our great farm- lands, our prosperous cities, our magnificent bridges, but most of all, pray that we may be able to keep our country free from dictatorship; that we may retain our freedom, and our democracy. What matter our great cities or our expansive west, if we cannot be free? What is the good of schools or institutions if we must learn only things con- cerned with warfare? What good is a country, if we cannot worship and speak as we please? Oh, America, land of justice, I salute you and I pray to God that you shall thus remain forever; that our government shall continue to be for the people, by the people, and of the people”! Cora Gay, ’42 Up, up into the darkness Go the silver beams of the huge searchlights. Like translucent needles. Trying to pierce the velvet cloak of eternity. They move lightly over the blackness. Pointing out the choice jewels that adorn it. Suddenly one diamond, brighter than the rest. Starts skimming across the infinite spaces. Gropingly the great white fingers search for it. While it ducks and doubles back. Trying to elude its silvery pursuers. But finally these clever hunters find their prey And gloatingly close in around it. In the pool of light that they make We see the diamond is an airplane, not a floating star; In the deep silence we hear the drone of its motor. I turn to you and say, How beautiful it is!” But suddenly I remember that this is practice for war, Practice in order that killing will be easier. And then I hate the icy shafts Pointing up into the cold sky; They search my heart. For they may some day point at you. Dorothy Dixon, ’43 Page Twelve LITERARY Refugee The buds were just starting to open on that beautiful May morning in 1926 when I was born. I was named Tassie, for my great-grandmother. I re- member looking at her picture, which hung in the front hall. She was a tall, stately lady with a too-firm chin and kind grey eyes. I was only seven then, but it pleased me to note that my eyes were grey too. Our home was in the residential section of London, and I think the thing that I remember most is the green lawn. All the lawns were such a beau- tiful, velvety green. How could I foresee the time when all these lawns would be nothing except a muddy, soggy hole. Once I asked our gardener why the lawns were so green. Well, now. Miss Tassie,” he said, All you have to do is to keep mowing them, watering them, and pressing them down for a few centuries and you’ll have a lawn just like we have now.” I was very ' deeply impressed by this statement, although I was only eight years old at the time. I never went to a public school, for my governess was a capable in- structor. On my tenth birthday people were beginning to talk about some person named Hitler. I asked Cook about him, but she said not to bother her when she was preparing dinner. On my thirteenth birthday Hitler was no longer an insignificant madman and on September 2, 1940, I was put on a boat headed for America — too bewildered even to cry, when I saw father and mother fading into the mist on the dock. I am going to stay in New York, but I know I won’t like it. Mother said there are no green lawns in New York. Justine Cassels, ’41. Dear America, America, 1940. Out of the dark, and into the light. Yes, dear reader, a rather funny way to begin a letter, isn’t it? Now you might be interested to know who J am. Back in the days when people worked and struggled to make a living, when there were no revolts, bombs, or warfare — that’s when I first realized the meaning of peace. You see, I am an old peasant now, born and brought up in Italy. I have always led a very simple life — as a matter of course, there being no other life to lead. One had little time to think of the future, and what one did think of was for the benefit of the family as a whole. My family and I were happy, though, just being together. When I went to school, I was very fond of writing letters — not just let- ters, but som.e that had stories to them. This is why I am writing to you, dear America. That is why — because I want you to know me as well as 1 know you. You are the beginning of a new life for me — one that will be different from that in the past. You do know why I am here? There is nothing wrong with my country — the one I once knew. Please don’t ask me about the new. I really know many things about my old” country — many beautiful things. All I want now is to carry peace in my heart, for the rest of my life — • I know I can. Please help me, America. Lovingly yours. Celeste Vercellone, ’4l. Page Thirteen Canal Currents, Bourne High School The Dawn Of A New Life Now that I have taken out my first papers , and now that I speak the English language, my childhood, my former life over there” seems very remote. I shall not give my name, nor my native land. I might be any of a number of those foreign-looking persons you see in so many of your won- derful American cities. Even though it was twelve years ago I still remember that day when, entering New York Harbor, I also entered the dawn of a new life. I had kept very much to myself during that voyage, if you can imagine anyone keep- ing to himself on the crowded deck of the steerage class. But I was alone — I had no friends, only a cousin who was expecting me in New York. It was he who had persuaded me to come to this fine country. The day was one of those that we see only in the spring — clean, fresh air, a little crisp, but very promising, with the warm sunshine bringing out the happy side of everyone’s disposition. They had told me back home that 1 would be very lonesome in New York and I confess that I have seen New York look very bleak on a cold day in mid-winter, but my first impression of New York was that of a friendly city, full of opportunity, just begging to be lived in. As I saw the people on the docks hurrying to and fro about their work I felt that tight, bound feeling gradually leave me, and a warmth and sense of freedom creep over my entire body. It was a sensation few of us over there” had ever experienced — that joy — that zest for living. It made me want to tell someone — so I did! There was a little boy standing next to me with his mother. I told them who I was and that I had a cousin there in New York waiting for me. They jabbered back at me several words that I did not understand, but I could not mistake their meaning. They, too, were experiencing the joy I felt. We smiled at each other, and talked, each in a different language, but with perfect understanding. Then came a little sadness. At Ellis Island we awaited inspection and we saw some of our steamer-mates rejected, and it made us very sad to see them so unhappy. Fortunately, I had led a rugged life and my condition was satisfactory so I was at last permitted to enter New York. After some dif- ficulty I found my cousin — or rather he found me, standing on one of the docks, just staring at all the wonders that surrounded me. He spoke in my native tongue and told me that I must learn to talk English as he did and to dress as he was dressed. He did look very nice in that faded-blue work shirt and slightly soiled trousers! That was all twelve years ago. That was for me the dawn of a new exist- ence whose beauties amaze me still, though I am now nearing the sunset of life. Since then I have mastered, bit by bit, the English language; I have grown to understand little Americanisms that at first puzzled and frightened me. The way you Americans ride underground seemed like a horror of one of the countries over there”, but when I had grown accustomed to the noise, I, too, enjoyed the benefit of the subway. Oh, I have learned a lot since I came to this country and I have made many friends. A lot of my friends are police- men, too, and some of the nicest men you would care to meet. In the little neighborhood where I now live one can hear dialects of all parts of the world, but everywhere we are really, in our hearts, Americans, no matter w ' hat the color of our skin may be, for the ideals we believe in are the same. Ruth Brownson, ’41. Page Fourteen Canal Currents, Bourne High School Vignettes Of London Granny, must we go?” Yes, Sue, now take my hand and well leave.” But, Granny, all my dolls and the little kitten — where will they go? May I take them?” No, my dear. I ' hey must stay.” What if something makes the house fall in? Like over at Mary Jane s the other night. Their house fell in and she couldn’t find her rag doll. And she couldn’t find her mummy, either. Where did they all go. Granny?” Well, someone took them away. Her mummy was taken to that nice place where your mummy went last week. Now, let’s go, dear. You must be a brave little soldier.” Like my daddy is. Granny? All right. Goodbye, dollies and kitty.” Hand in hand the fine old English lady and her little granddaughter headed toward the air shelter in the heart of busy London. It has been a wonderful day, hasn’t it?” the elderly gentleman addressed his companion. It certainly has,” was the reply forced above the din that reached their ears. The marigolds are still blooming in my garden. Heartening to have something continuing in its accustomed fashion in spite of . . . various things,” finished the elderly gentleman once more. Yes, we must all keep going, no matter w hat,” came his companion’s retort once more against the clatter and confusion above them. A comfort- able silence settled neatly around them. In the dim light of one or two wicker lights throughout the place, the elderly man drew from his tossed-on overcoat a pocket knife and a little wooden boat. Just an adopted hobby of mine,” he explained to his companions seated on a rough box across from him. There were only rough boxes and some blankets in the whole place. The elderly gentleman’s snappy blue eyes set in his jovial, and nowadays patient face saw the plight of humanity well repre- sented everywhere around him. Then there was a terrific explosion near by. The old gentleman went on whittling. Jean Matheson, ’42. Father Gives Up Smoking Father came home with an announcement that astonished us all. He was going to give up smoking. We looked at him queerly and w ondered if he was all right. Mother asked him if she should call the doctor. He said, No, of course not, can’t a fellow stop smoking if he wants to?” Mother bet him a new dress that he would be smoking again in two weeks, but he said, Phooey! don’t you think I have any will power?” He did pretty well for about a week and w e were all thankful that the house w ' as free from tobacco smoke. A few nights after that, mother thought father was being unusually quiet so she crept to the door of his den and peeked in — there was father puffing on his pipe hoping no one w ' ould find him. Now father is going around with a red face and mother is sporting a new dress. Claire Jackson, ’42, Page Fifteen Canal Currents, Bourne High School Shopping With The Fairer Sex Fellows, if you w ' ant to spend about three hours in torture, go shopping with your sister when she wants to buy a new hat. How does this black one look, Ken? I take a quick glance at the hat my sister has carefully set on her head and mumble a few words of praise hoping that she will buy the bonnet so we can go home. I don’t know just which one I want, they’re all so nice.” Yes, they are very nice. Sis, but please buy one. You have tried on twenty different types now.” Oh, you’re in too much of a hurry. This is the last time you’ll come shopping with me.” Then my sister extends her hand and picks up another hat; and then I knoiv I’ll never go shopping with her again. Glancing down at my watch I note we have been in this hat shop exactly an hour and a half and there is no sign of my sister’s buying any special derby. The sales clerk brings out five more boxes: Here are some of the very latest models. Miss. I’m sure you’ll like one of these.” There is a funny glint in his eye and I know he wants to make a sale as quickly as I’d like to see one made. My sister tries on all five of them and arrives at no conclusion as to which of the twenty-five hats she wants. Please, Sis, as a personal favor to me, buy one of these hats.” But I don’t know which one I want. Shall I look at some more?” The answer to this question fairly leaps from my mouth: No, there are 25 different kinds of hats in front of you now. For gosh sakes, buy one! ' My sister glances over the lot of hats and I hope and pray she selects one of them. Her eyes linger on one special hat, so I jump at the chance I’ve been waiting two hours for. I pick up the hat and set it carefully on her head. Gee, Sis, that’s a wonderful hat. Why, it looks perfect on you.” I guess my sister must be a sucker for flattery because she falls for my gag. You know. Sis, that’s the only hat I’ve seen of this type. It looks as though it was made for you.” That statement closes the deal. My sister says the four words I’ve been waiting hours to hear. I’ll buy this one.” The clerk quickly wraps up the hat and gives it to my sister. I knov then that he is afraid she’ll change her mind! Then, as though we had rehearsed a little act, the clerk and I both wipe the sweat from our foreheads and heave a sigh of relief. Kenneth Young, ’42. Mr. Blackwell Views the Political Situation Well, Mr. Willkie does not have to feel too bad about losing because in 1944 he can vote for Mr. Roosevelt (still running) and then be on the winning side. Clarence Blackwell, ’41 Page Sixteen Canal Currents, Bourne High School Brotherly Love Dick Strode into the house, from an afternoon of hunting, with the same usual stride of contentment; and tossed his ducks on the kitchen table. At once Sis flared up and yelled, Get those nasty old ducks out of here, Dick, or I’ll tell Mother!” Dick laughed right out loud at her and naturally she got angrier. Why, Sis,” he exclaimed, I feel greatly hurt to think you don’t appreciate this small gift I hunted all P. M. to get for you.” Oh, you hateful brother,” she screamed, and dashed from the room. A teasing smile at once covered Dick’s face, and unwillingly he disappeared, with the ducks, out the back door. As soon as Sis cooled off,” she acquired the same gleeful tittitude, and peacefully and earnestly continued preparing dinner. When Mother and Dad had returned from the office and we all were busily eating, Dick suddenly asked to be excused as though he had forgotten something. Mother agreed and he dashed up towards his room. A few moments later he appeared and in his hand he held a neatly wrapped and tied box. Well, Sis,” he apologetically replied, I hope you’ll like this one!” and proudly pass- ed the box to her. A queer, puzzling smile lighted her face, and, thanking him, she opened the package. Within the wrappings she beheld a costly 5 pound box of chocolates. Why, Dick,” Mother at once asked, What’s come over you?” Oh, Sis will explain,” he carelessly said. Oh, Dick, you old darling! All I can say is — You’re ' Swell’!” Esther Davis, ’42 Retreat in Spring Each year as the cold white snow ' s of winter blend aw ay into spring, I drive far into the deep, dark woods af Maine to a little hamlet known as Rattlesnake Rapids. From there I go by canoe down the bounding, blue waters of the Rattlesnake River. There, shores are lined with spruce and cedar making a solid bank of dark luxuriant green, broken only by the sharply contrasting white birches, majestic and tall. There winter lenticels show as spots of black giving the impression of an ermine coat, a fitting garment for such a kingly tree. I come after a while to what appears to be but a mere crack in the luxuriant foliage so peculiar to the north. But , as I come nearer I see that it is actually a small brook barely twice as wide as the canal. After several hours of fighting airrent in that clear cold, bubbling mountain brook, the brook seems to widen out into a miniature lake, the fisherman’s, or for that matter any nature lover’s, pa adise. The lake is bounded on one side by a clearing reaching back several hundred feet. On the other sides it is bounded by maples just budding out in preparation for the summer ahead. In the distance, on the crest of Red Fox Mountain, which for my own personal rea- sons I call Mount Beautiful, the waters of my Beautiful Brook hurl themselves as if in suicide ofif the precipice onto the rocks below. I pitch my tent in the clearing and unpack my supplies. For a week I stay here fishing, resting, drinking in the beauty of my surroundings. For a week I live, and sleep, and eat with God and enjoy His clean, pure air, and drink in His bright, clean sunshine and enjoy the beauty created by Him. Then I must return, up the swiftly flowing Rattlesnake River, by modern means to an ugly, gray, cold, unattractive city which we call Modern”. But, as for me, let me live in the great outdoors, God’s masterpiece in art. Bernard Stockley, ’43 Page Seventeen Canal Currents, Bourne High School The Meeting The room was one of a great number that were secreted in the Third Reich headquarters scattered throughout the great Rhineland.” Bright glar- ing light poured down into every corner and every shadowed part of the room. It pointed out that the square cage-like room was bare except for the few necessary chairs with built up partitions between them. These seats were built so that each individual one shut off its occupant in an empty space of sharp light, alone from the rest of the room. However, there was no real con- cealment in the room. The bright light penetrated any hopefully darkened spot, even seeming to pierce the thoughts of the room’s two occupants. They sat, one in a partitioned seat on each side of the room. Each had en- tered the room at a different time. Once having been placed in their imprison- ing chairs they had become immersed in their thoughts, oblivious to anything else. The bright light fell upon them but in no way could it shine through the thoughts of either the well dressed, quiet, apparently well-educated man nor the ordinary, citizen-like man. The apparently educated man sat on the right of the miserly opening that was a door. He was well-dressed. His natural body sat quietly; his expressive hands at rest in his lap; his marvelous face was covered by a peaceful mask. This marvelous face had softening and un- derstanding lines over its solid Frankish surface; lines that come only when a man has studied, then met the world, and found it truly deep yet lightly amusing. He was calm and prepared. The citizen -like man was seated in one of the partitioned chairs across from him. His rugged body was clothed in ordinary, every-day clothes. From his tanned hardened face with its topping thatch of light Frankish hair glanced lively blue eyes with faint crinkling lines about them, lines that came from meeting the every day world and finding it satisfactory. A preoccupied air was about him; a rather hopeful look on his face. No, the light could not pierce their thoughts. Yet, their thoughts thun- dered through their individual minds with an almost uncontrollable intensity. The quiet, seemingly magnetic man on the right of the door was thankful he had done his duty. Ach! he did not care a bit about his fate. What did that matter. God only grant him sufficient physical power not to disclose his secret, at any cost. A man’s mind can withhold information no matter what physical pressure is brought upon him. Had not he found and searched out further the capacities of the human mind? Now all his life’s work was in good hands; neutral hands; not in the maddened hands of war-stimulated men. Ah! it was good that he had been so fortunate to be able to serve his fellowmen and to pass his work safely on to them. That was all thanks to that chap who had been more loyal to mankind on the whole than to Herr Leader” and his gang. Ach! but he would like to know ' what had become of that chap after the S. S. had taken him away. Would he admit the reason for the disturbance he had caused as a ruse for the work he himself had been doing? If he could only know that the chap was going to face the consequences that he must have realized he was taking upon himself when he had aided him, for he was knowm by all to be the doctor who had rendered invaluable research brain service to humanity. Mein Gott!” then he could easily sacrifice his life; if he only knetv the cause would be saved! Page Eighteen Canal Currents, Bourne High School Meanwhile, the strong, healthy man opposite him realized this was the end for him. Ach! he had no regrets, though. He would keep his tongue quiet; let them do what they would. It would be sad not to see the bright German sunshine light up the fertile farm soil around his homestead. But his homestead meant nothing to him now. Ever since his Frau” had died of that aw ' ful brain disease it had no value to him. But, by the God above, he had shown them! Refuse to give chemical help to his Frau”, would they? Well, he had paid that debt back with the aid he gave that famous brain surgeon. Now that neutral country had all the research work and surely it w ' ould be put to good use. If he could but know that the Herr Doktor” had not broken down and admitted the guilt of having passed on his valuable work! If he only knew that the Doktor” was going to face the questioners ind keep his mouth shut! Ach! then he would go in peace to his end — and a horrible one it was sure to be! But then, every man meets his end! Then, into the bright light of that imprisoning room with its two thoughtful occupants, strode two S. S. Their dull brown uniforms were almost a blaze of color, so drab and bleak was the room. The outstanding one of these two almost-mechanical-men addressed the quiet man seated on the right of the door. Follow me to the questioning room.” To the strong vigor- ous man opposite he said, Follow this other S. S. to the execution room.” As he finished addressing the two men he noticed, smugly, that they had risen and were gazing dumbfounded at each other. Well! they had both been caught during the last night and ach! they had not realized how fast and definitely the S. S. worked! Fie adjusted the arm band on his brown shirt proudly. He was fortunate to be in such a society. Well, forward march!’ lie barked out. The two men who had risen from their seats in that bright, clear room and were still looking at each other, slowly walked up to the door. The strong citizen-like man stepped back when he reached the door and said softly, ' After you, Herr Doktor.” The quiet man said with a long look, Thank you greatly. Mein Freund.” Thus, very quietly, the room was emptied. Jean Matheson, ’42. A Close Shave Well, now as I look back at it I guess it was kinda funny, but, believe me, it didn’t seem so then. You see, it was the first day of my new job, and when I had applied for the job, the boss-to-be told me above all he wanted punctuality. That was Saturday. On Monday I set the alarm for 6:30 o’clock. I had to be at work at 8:00 o’clock, so I meant to take the 7:05 train for town. When I got up and dressed and ready I still had 15 minutes and it was only a 5 minute walk to the station so I loafed around for five minutes and then started to amble slowly down. Then all of a sudden I saw the train pull- ing out from the station. I don’t profess to be much of a runner, but I’ll tell you I really ran then. But the train was too fast for me. Well, I had lost my job. Gee! But what’s this, another train? The other must have been a special! Whew ! What a relief!” George Conley, ’42 Page Nineteen Canal Currents, Bourne High School The Peach Orchard It was a grey, misty day .in late May, just such a day as is common in this month here in the lowlands of Georgia. The steaming swamp gave the im- pression of a vast, grey sea, and here and there some huge old tree, hung with Spanish moss, loomed out of the mist like a giant ghost. The air was quite chilly for so late in spring and I stood on the porch steps wdth a sweater about my shoulders. My mood was that of deepest de- jection. The whole day had been full of disappointments, and the lachrymose weather saddened me even more. As I stood there, filled with bitter thoughts, the trees across from me suddenly gleamed with a strange light. I realized that if I went around the corner to the west side of the house I would see so beautiful a sunset as is rare at the close of so wet a day as this had been. But I did not count on see- ing the glorious sight that met my eyes as I rounded the corner. The setting sun shed its red rays on the huge peach orchard which stretched for many acres out toward the bay. The trees had just recently burst into full bloom, and the soft pink of their blossoms was further enhanced by the light of the fiery ball. The bright green of the tender, new leaves was deepened, and the on the topmost bough of a tall tree near me perched one of the brightest and largest blue jays I have ever seen. Every time he moved the sun would glint on his smooth, wet feathers, changing him to silver for one magic moment. But when I looked again he was once more that bright intense blue. And as I gazed on the transformation of the plain peach orchard, drink- ing in all its blinding, exquisite loveliness, all care dropped from my shoulders. 1 knew that, in truth, spring had come to an eagerly waiting world, and once ligain my heart sang with God’s greatest blessing, Hope”. Dorothy Dixon, ’43 Take The Next Five Problems For Tomorrow I just couldn’t figure it out. I read the problem through again, but it became a hopeless jumble of facts and figures with no solution. Wearily, I lifted my head and stared at the clock. Ten minutes had gone by, but it had seemed more like ten hours! Equations whirling through my mind were con- flicting with thoughts of my visit to Westbrook to see my cousin, on the morrow. I thought of opening the window to circulate a little fresh air; per- haps that would help. I glanced at the assignment paper and the empty space where the twelfth example should be haunted me. The problem itself began to assume an idiotic proportion and daunted me, dancing before my eyes. The window,” I murmured dazedly, 1 must open it.” I was in a familiar place — it seemed surprisingly like Westbrook. Why, yes, 1 was on Elm Street,” and I ran into my Uncle’s Drug Store, hoping to find him there. Unfortunately, he wasn’t; but Doug, the Soda Jerk”, grinned a greeting at me. A strawberry soda, Doug, please.” To my great surprise, Doug leaned over the counter and reeled off the well known words of that dreadful math problem. What’s the answer?” he asked. I shook my head. No rnswer, no soda,” he said, sorrowfully. He turned to another customer who instantly began to give the answer to the same question. Dazed, but interested, J tried to hear the customer’s words, moving closer to hear. The customer Page Ticenty Canal Currents, Bourne High School iLirneJ angrily around and asked me why I was listening. The answer,” I said, you know the answer to that problem. ” Before I knew it, I was whirled away, and the next thing I knew, I was in a sombre building surrounded by whispering people. I was brought before a judge, and my trial commenced. The customer claimed I was a spy and, whispering, he said, ignorant ’, and the proof was that I hadn’t given the password — the answer to the problem. A dreadful silence fell and all eyes were upon me. I looked for familiar faces, and in the further corner of the room I saw my cousin and other relativ s. They all were looking at me sorrowfully and almost accusingly. The judge was delivering my sentence. At his words, a young child was brought forth who scornfully came up to me — What’s the problem?” he asked. If Fred works . . . how many days does Joe work?” I repeated from memory. And glibly, with his scornful eyes still on me he stated the answer — 5 days at Sl.OO a day.” Now,” said the judge, we have no place for the ignorant — take her away! ” I was home again, and I put my hand to my face. It was burning. A child shall lead them” — anyway, I have got the answer! Isabel Handy, ’41. Light Or Darkness He stared long and hard at the picture. His whole life depended on how he interpreted this very painting. He had wandered in here while looking aimlessly for an answer to his questions: — Is there anything to live for? — Why prolong agony? — How can I rise under the weight of my despair ' Just gazing at The End of the Trail”, which portrayed a wearied horse and its exhausted rider, with heads bowed, made his own shoulders sag — It is easier to give in,” he said, half aloud. He sat down in a corner over which a shadow was cast by a nearby statue. As he sat there meditating thus, a young fellow stepped into the light that fell about the picture. Just as the man had done before him, the youth stood long before the painting. He, however, stood erect, and his neat but aged suit was as confidently worn as if it were royal purple. He was weighing a problem also, thought the man, for the muscles of his young face seemed as if he were struggling with something greater even than he himself had been. Girl,” he heard the boy murmur, Girl, I have lost you.” The youth’s eyes dwelt on the pitiful figures before him. But, somehow, you seem to be telling me something. As this Indian has fought his battle with all the strength he had in him, so will I see it through. My battle is only half fought. I’m not physically spent — I am strong.” He turned, and a new light shone in his eyes. The man in the corner stirred. He suddenly didn’t feel old or tired any more. The burden he had thought too much for him seemed light and in- significant. Perhaps I am mistaken, for certainly this lad read inspiration and not defeat into that painting.” He was ashamed of his former coward- liness. He couldn’t afford to die — he hadn’t achieved anything yet. He hadn’t done the best he knew how. He hadn’t given his all, as the Indians must have done. He straightened his shoulders. Stepping out in ' o the daylight, he felt that the world was suddenly very bright. Isabel Handy, ’41 Page Ttventy-onc C ANAL Currents, Bourne High School Flotsam Castle I am Flotsam Castle — at least I am the spirit of it and what good is any- thing, anything, without a spirit ? I have been standing here for years — hundreds of them — how many I do not know. They picked me up as flot- sam in the first place — merely pieces of ships’ wreckage. Every part of me has a story to tell — each story different from the other — each one a story of terror and strife, pain and heartbreak. Of shipwrecks and earthquakes, storms and glaciers. Here is the story of one of my beams who told me it when he first came to be part of me: — It was a warm night in the southern Pacific Ocean, but one of those ominous nights that speak of danger. I was part of a small boat — only a small excursion ship carrying people of so many different kinds — Americans, Englishmen, Frenchmen, Spanish, even Hawaiians. There was a fire in the engine room — a lurking fire that seemed to have control of every part of the ship before it was even discovered. I was even burnt a little. See, I’m still a little charcoaled. There was such terror there — so many people with so many stories — so many hearts saying a silent goodbye to those they were leav- ing behind — so many broken hearts left behind. That is only a part of the story — I wish I had time for more. Every part of my structure is filled with such stories. But rest in peace — I shall not re- vive any more of these memories — they are too near my own heart. Phyllis Stockley, ’4 1 The Story Of A Room I am a young man of twenty; a writer, in fact. I spend practically all of my time in a room — one room in which I eat, sleep, dress, bathe, and write. My room is an unusual on e as far as location goes. It is on the third floor of a mansion in the outskirts of a great city. From the set of windows on the south I can see a beautiful river flow- ing through a cut in the moss-covered valley where the trout fishermen come for a season of solitude. From the three windows in the west I can always see the sun as it is set- ting over the roof-tops of a dark, dank prison. I can see the cars coming and going in great numbers and the less dangerous convicts tilling the fields which smell of the rich, freshly-turned earth. Then, on the north and east sides, I see only the walls of my room which are covered with a dark, pine paneling. My room is very dark in one corner, so I have placed a small table there with a chair, and have set it off with a curtain so that when I am writing something sad I can work in this corner and gather my inspiration from it. Or I can go to the window and look at the prison and just imagine that I am one of its uncomfortable inmates. On the other hand when I write of gladness and joy I have only to go to the view of the river with its beautiful scenery in the background to be- come deeply inspired. My room contains no elaborate furniture, just a large table, a cot-bed, and a few chairs. But 1 have learned to love it because it has been my only Page Tiventy-two Canal Currents, Bourne High School home for three long years. The only things that keep me from going crazy are my visitors and my writing. My visiting hours are from 2 to 3 P. M. be- cause I am so busy that I can’t have longer ones. I never go out of this room, even to eat. I have my meals brought to me on a tray — so you see, I am fond of the room. But, anyway, there is no way to get out of it even if I wished because the windows have steel bars and the door itself is made of steel and is locked securely from the outside. Even if I did succeed in breaking the bars there would be no way to get to the ground because the walls are smooth and there is a wdde moat full of crocodiles below. You see, I am a convict myself and the mansion in which I live has been converted into a prison. The writing I do is just for the inmates so they will have something to keep them sane in their solitary confinement. We have all been charged with murder and our sentence is — solitary confinement for the rest of our natural lives. Barbara Gardner, ’43 The Great Drama Three months since she had hit New York and still no job! Three months of planning and scheming concocted to trap managers, directors and ]. lay producers, whom Cathie finally began to think of as illusive phantoms, talked about, but never seen. Even Broadway seemed like an illusive dream to her as she climbed the stairs to her room — a cheap room and already the landlady had taken on that dubious attitude so familiar to Cathie. Cathie Benson” — how nice it would look in lights. She could see the lights at night — they kept her awake, and even when she finally drifted into exhausted sleep, the lights still taunted her. They took the form of demons torturing her with their very brightness. Catherine went into her room and closed the door. She didn’t snap on the light but went to the window. The lights were blinking already — so many lights, so many people all wanting fame. She thought suddenly that if she was famous, her name would be in the headlines — she would be front page news. She wondered if this was so much to ask. She wanted people to dis cuss her over their morning coffee. This Cathie Benson” — they would say — Now there’s a case for you” — . She stood up suddenly, switched on the light, went over to the bureau, and rummaged for a few minutes in the top drawer. She took out a diary — the diary that contained all her hopes, dreams and as- pirations. Then she sat down and wrote a note, a very short note. Tomorrow, she thought, people will be talking about the great drama — the story of Cathie Benson. She would be famous for a moment — like a shooting star — her name would be in black and white, in big letters. The diary gave her name and other necessary information. In the note she gave her reason. She threw up the window. Five stories away the sidewalks shone dimly. Cathie leaned out — the lights were blinking, beckoning. She leaned farther — and yet farther still . . . The headlines were in black and white — big letters. It ivas a great drama — for thousands of people. War Declared” — two words in the headlines. On the third page, fourth column, was a paragraph about some girl who had committed suicide the night before. It was a very short paragraph. Justine Cassels, ’41 Page Tiventy -three Canal Currents, Bourne High School Turning The Tables Dashing Pete Johnson, in buoyant good humor over the great success his tour through the small western town was creating, smiled admiringly at the surrounding plains as he sped along in his yellow roadster. Yes, little did the admiring public know that the wild bronc he stuck on for a record time was Glitter Pictures Studio’s trained horse, or that all his other astounding feats were just used to insure his position as Box Office No. 1 Favorite. Now his pale blue eyes set in his too-handsome face kept smooth by Lady Abigail’s Cream” noticed a group of tall, lean men in faded, blue jeans and bright, plaid shirts arguing over a herd of cattle near the fence which bordered the highway. He sensed their problem was how to get the cattle from one side of the highway into the plain on the other side. Stopping his car, he went up to them and said gallantly, I believe, my good men. that I can solve your problem for you very easily. With your permission I’ll take the cattle across the highway myself.” Dumbfounded they looked at him and one of them, the big one who had led the argument drawled out, Reckon you have our permission, Mr. Johnson, if you’re goin’ to be so kind!” So Pete led the cattle down to the gate; fumbled with the lock; stopped a line of cars as the herd milled across the highway; fumbled again with the other lock; then turned back to the half-smiling group of men. With a despairing look at his soiled hands, but with the comforting thought of his boosted popularity, he addressed them. You’re entirely welcome, gentlemen. Not a word now! The task was nothing to me. Adios!” We sure are grateful, sir,” the big fellow yelled after him. As he sped on his way again he heard the hearty laughter behind him and he also chuckled to himself. Poor bunch of dudes, stuck with the problem of taking a herd of cattle from one pasture to another across the highway! Guess he showed them w hat kind of a cattle man he was! As the Bar-X cowboys climbed on their horses to ride home, one of them, with eyes still brimming full of laughter, said to the chap Mr. Johnson had conversed wdth, the foreman, Well, Bill! he certainly solved our argument as to whose turn it w as to lead the cattle down through the underpass!” Jean Matheson, ’42 The Great Divide Last summer, returning from Montana, we stopped high in the Rockies to view the Great Divide”. That is, the actual place where the waters part — some to flow into the Pacific, the others into the large rivers — the Missouri, the Mississippi and their tributaries, and finally into the Atlantic. It is a won- derful spot — so symbolic of . . . well, just something. Bill, our westerner friend, told us a story about the Great Divide. I don’t know yet whether or not it is true, but I like to think that it is. It was about a century ago w hen my dad was only a boy, perhaps ten or eleven. Dad would tell me how they used to come here, his dad, my grandpa, and my dad and w atch the sunset sometimes. My grandpa had a great love for beauty, even if he w ' ere a rough and tumble gold miner. Maybe chat’s why he w anted gold — to give my grandma beautiful things. Well, anyway, they used to w atch the sunset. One evening they w ere Page Twenty- four Canal Currents, Bourne High School sitting here, it being the highest point in the rockies, and everything was still, awful in its stillness. Then, dad said, he saw the skies actually open up with their beauty. And the reds and golds and purples changed for one brief instant to form a picture — a beautiful one — of God and His kingdom. It was dad’s vision of Utopia — a place where everyone was happy — where everyone was on an equal basis with the other — where there were no individual countries, no classes, socially or financially. It was dad’s vision of what he wanted this country — our country — to be. It seemed to him that God had given everyone so much beauty to be thankful for, so much kindness and love that they ought to be happy. But they were not. They were taking too much beauty for granted. They were so controlled by hate and greed and pride that they were unable to see past those things into the beauty of the world.” Then he stopped talking. I guess all of a sudden he came down to earth and realized that he was talking to some of those same people. Those con- trolled by hate and greed and pride. And I think he was hurt, because he loved that story so. And I sort of feel that he felt he was somehow wronging that story, telling it to us. Phyllis Stockley, ’41 A Matter Of Life Or Death It was a bright July morning when Koro, my guide, and I left for the interior of the great South American jungle. As we paddled down stream, we noticed sleek, gray forms slide from the bank into the water. These croco- diles swam under and around the boat a few times and then let us pass un- molested. Farther down the river we were suddenly aware of a great splashing around the bend. A gigantic white man was astride a crocodile, plunging his knife again and again into the slimy beast. The crocodile finally gave in Then the giant white figure lifted the crocodile from the water onto the bank and began to skin the animal of its hide. We were watching him unnoticed, when a large, slippery python reached down from the trees and began to strangle him. Quick as a flash, I drew my rifle to my shoulder and took care- ful aim. After this had blown the reptile’s head off, we paddled to shore and untangled the large figure. While we bandaged his wounds he told us that he had escaped from Devil’s Island. After hearing his story, I felt that it was my duty to take him back to civilization for a fair trial. At first he protested against leaving the jungle, but then he promised to come because I had saved his life. Before taking him back we were going to get at least one black panther. After traveling for two days we came to the hills where the panthers abided. The prisoner told us stories of the panthers and wished to come with us, so we granted him that wish. Early the next morning we started out into the hills. Koro was on the trail of a panther; he sniffed the air and then the ground and beckoned us to follow. Ahead was a large black panther waiting to spring on us. As we rounded the bend, he sprang, but Koro drew his machete and slashed the animal to death in mid-air. It came down in a heap on top of Koro, knocking him unconscious. While tending to Koro’s wounds, 1 was aware of a whirring sound behind me and turned to see the mate of the dead panther, which was almost twice as large, spring from a tree straight Page TiL’e7tty-five Canal Currents, Bourne High School at me. His jaws were wide open and could easily have taken my head off in one bite. The large white man was faster than the panther; he sprang for Koro’s machete and met the animal in mid-air. Both, two deadly beasts while in combat, were sprawled upon the ground. The man quickly cut his ropes and, springing upon the panther’s back and putting his arms under the animal’s forelegs and over its neck, applied so much pressure that the seams of his shirt split. Finally, there was a sharp crack and the animal lay lifeless upon the ground with his neck broken. The white giant quickly arose and looked at my gun and then at me as if daring me to shoot him while he made his escape. He quickly sprang into the tree in ape-like fashion to the life he loved, while I had two dead panthers at my feet. George Handy, ’43 In Today ' s News — The stars began to fade into the hazy light of a new dream. Yet he still chipped at the block of marble. The room was a haze of smoke yet it didn’t seem to annoy either him or the other slovenly figure on the rumpled bed whose loud, loathesome snore alone broke the silence. Suddenly the artist jumped from his stool with a cry of desperate joy, spilling a cup of half- consumed coffee — Michael!” he cried and, rushing to the wash basin, filled a glass of water and dashed it on Michael’s” face: ' An odor of heavy drink clung about the awaking form. ' The name s Mike,” he said brokenly, falling back into a drunken stupor. Oh, you idiot — don’t you see? It’s finished” . . . So what?” Good heavens, man — ”, the artist tore at his hair and fell, from sheer exhaustion, onto the studio couch nearby. When he awoke it was again dawn. He had slept through that day and night. Uh-Yawn-Ahhh.” He rolled over suddenly, his eyes bulged. His sculp- ture — Where was it? — Mike? At that instant the door opened. Mike fell in, grinning stupidly — drunk again. Where did you get the money?” At the same time that he wondered that, he noticed that the sculpture was gone. (= News Item Dec. 16 — 7 A. M. — Early this morning a body was found mutilated al- most beyond recognition by a sculptor’s chisel. It was identified as the half-brother of Rene du Gastion, well-known sculptor genius who has not been seen since last week. Dec. 18 — Unidentified corpse found by fisherman at waterfront. Police believe it to be suicide. Janet Wheeler, ’42 Page Twenty -six Canal Currents, Bourne High School Wanted: A Good Spy Story It’s almost the end of November. I think it’s about time I started (Christmas shopping — I have so many gifts to buy,” I said to myself. Starting toward the business section of the city I got there in no time; but what to buy — I couldn’t think of a thing. Oh, dear! What shall I do? — Books! That’s it! A book always makes a nice gift.” With books on my mind I hastened into one of the largest department stores. Oh, there’s the book department. What a beautiful display? — Oh! — I wonder who that is?” I had caught sight of a young, tall, dark and handsome man. He had a . ' mall, dark mustache and was dressed in a gray, reversible coat. He walked over to the counter and said with a foreign accent: I beg your pardon, but have you the book ' Treasure Island’?” Why, yes, here it is,” replied a very attractive brunette sales girl with sparkling black eyes. Do you mind if I look through it for a minute?” Oh, no,” she answered, not at all. Go right ahead.” Now what does he want that book for?” I asked myself. Oh, for his little brother, probably. Of course, that’s it. How stupid of me. That’s prob- ably his Christmas present.” But then I saw him take a slip of paper out of his pocket. He looked at the paper, turned to a certain page in the book and then began mumbling to himself. I grew very curious. Finally, not being able to resist, I walked over to where he was standing. I could just barely make out that there were numbers on the paper and he was referring first to the paper, then to the book. I heard him mumble get plans — new bomber — ” and then he looked up. An expression of fear swept over his face just as if he had seen a ghost”. Realizing his carelessness, he quickly wrinkled the slip of paper, put it in his pocket and resumed reading the book Treasure Island”. Well, that was too much for me to bear. He’s a spy, that’s what he is,” I said to myself. I had read a story once of a spy who had a code and that code could never be deciphered until someone found a book that the spy had left by mistake and the code was then revealed. That was it. Oh, my goodness, I never came so close to a spy in my life! With that, I rushed out to call the policeman on the corner. I explained what had happened and led the policeman to the book department. The man was arrested and the note was seized. Then, with the help of Treasure Island,” it was revealed that he was to have stolen the plans of one of our latest bombers for his country. The policeman told me I would be rewarded and led the prisoner out of the store without further delay. Oh, I think I’ll buy something else for gifts instead of books,” I said. I’ve had enough of those for quite a while.” Carolyn Quattromini, ’42 Page Ttventy-seven Canal Currents, Bourne High School All That Glitters ' Have a good time, son, and please wear a hat.” Davy grinned at his mother, made a face, and was gone. Gosh, he was happy tonight. Hadn’t he the car, and his allowance ahead of time. Wasn’t it a wonderfully clear night and hadn’t he a big date for the Charity Dance. Then thoughts of Trina set his heart racing and gave him a tingly feeling all over. She was the daughter of a wealthy banker who had recently moved to Camden. Trina had immediately got around” and had become the most popular girl in town; that is, with the boys. Of course, the girls were afraid of losing their boys and resented Trina’s captivating charm and influence upon them. So thought Trina and she was right. She was a very pretty girl with a sort of pixie face that had a saucy air about it, pert nose, persuasive eyes and a pouty red mouth. Oh, she had it” and no sample at that! But the boys were blinded by her, simply because she was a new type to them. They didn’t lecognize her lack of sincerity; they realized only that she was fun! So, as she traveled from one boy to another, never quite htting go of any, it had not taken her long to discover David Ellison. Here w as a real find and she immediately thrust herself upon him. His blonde attractiveness was set off by wavy locks and smiling blue eyes and a careless, friendly grin. The fact that he had a girl mattered little to Trina and because Davy was humanly impressed by the loveliness of the figure that was now constantly beside him, he unthinkingly stopped seeing Francie Pearson, who in turn joined the group of other forgotten girls.” Trina makes you feel important and masterful.” Davy had heard some (T the boys say. He guessed it was right, because she did him. Helping Trina into the car he thought guiltily of Francie. Wonder who’s taking her. ” Trina sensed his mood and gaily laid her soft hand on his arm, looking coyly into his eyes; We are going to have such a wonderful time, Davy,” she breathed. From that moment on he felt dizzily conscious of his heart beating madly. At the dance, Trina’s daring gown and fashionable hair-do made the other girls conscious of their simpler dress. Their evening spoiled upon the entrance of Trina, they grouped together in the corner, watching their escorts mob the enticing pixie.” As the evening wore on, the music swelling and falling, Davy became more and more annoyed by the fact that Trina gave as much attention to the other fellows as to him. She flirted with them all, while he stood sullenly waiting till she lightly blew into his arms again. At last, he was able to get a dance with her when the orchestra was playing a soft waltz. He was at ease again, confident. He looked over her head to the door where some dis- turbance was being caused by a dark fellow who was apparently intoxicated. Davy stiffened. It was Joe Andrews, an uncouth fellow about whom every one knew. He had grabbed Francie, a frightened Francie, by the arm and was dragging her on the floor, making her endure the pitying and scornful eyes of all who were watching. He is making a fool out of Francie!” cried an enraged Davy. Trina snapped out a Why should that bother you?” Davy stopped dancing, looked at Trina in disgust and sudden revelation. Page T wenty-eight Canal Currents, Bourne High School had me hypnotized, Trina, but, thank God, you snapped me out of it.” He wheeled around and went toward Francie. In the moonlit clearness Davy spoke. Francie, I was a fool! But now. if it’s not too late, I want you to know how much I’ve learned. You’re — you’re wonderfully sweet, Francie.’ Francie smiled understandingly. It’s not too late,” she said, blinded with sudden, relieved tears. Isabel Handy, ’41 Book Corner My Home In The Field of Honour” by Frances Wilson Huard is a true story, beginning in France before w ' ar was declared betw ' een Germany and France, in 1914. It is told from the standpoint of the woman left behind — in this case, Madame Huard. She was of American birth but married Charles Huard of France. The story opens at their summer home at Villiers, near the Marne River. There had for some time been preparations for France’s de- fense but as there had been no special cause for excitement, no one was dis- turbed, until one day a friend of the Huards came running up the steps of their beautiful chateau to say that war would officially be declared on Satur- day, August 1. This created general amusement. On Saturday, however, they early sought the newspapers. Nothing alarming mentioned. But at sunset the drums rolled, and the news spread. Mobilization was to be begun im- mediately. There was no confusion nor anxiety because it was, as yet, so un- real. Charles (her husband) laughingly told her to stock up with provisions in case of invasion. Then it was a joke, later a terrible reality. Soon all the dowsers of France had been taken, only the old men and young folks remained and, of course, the women. France had responded gallantly. Madame Huard resolved to use the chateau as a Red Cross hospital and received permission to do so. She wore her badge on her arm and gathered the remains of her household together to g et things in order. There were two or three young girls and two young boys but all cheerfully pitched in. Her first occupants weren’t the wounded. They were refugees from the small villages that were in the wake of the Germans. Horrible stories they told — Madame thought they were crazy until it was so impressed upon her that she had to accept it. A young boy carrying his little great-grandmother on his back for a hundred miles, crazed women, frightened children — she took them all in, giving them hot soup, but reserving the beds in case the soldiers came. The refugees didn’t stay long, but there were always more to take their places. A steady stream of wagons. Madame Huard wouldn’t move from her house until the village was under fire; then in panic she packed and burned some of her valuables, took some bread and chocolate, harnessed the one lams horse that France had left them and went with her servants by night. She draped an American flag over her desk which contained some personal things, before she left, thinking the invaders would respect it. When they reached Rebais, her services were needed at a hospital convent with her nurse friend, Madame Giux. Enroute to Rebais she had picked up a French scout, a mere boy, who was in agony, the whole side of his face blown to pieces. She did all she could for him, becoming very attached to him while rushing him to the nearest hospital. He died later. Page Twenty -nine Canal Currents, Bourne High School She became the aide of a surgeon after lying when she said she had wit- nessed operations. The French army had retreated. Wounded were pouring in. The Germans had crossed the Marne. Rebais was close to th e scene of battle. She stayed with the men that were too wounded to leave, giving them comfort. For the first time she saw a man cry and she said she hoped it was the last time. He was crying not because he was hurt but because of his wife and children, whom he was helpless to protect against German cruelty. The Germans were trapped and, as the tide turned, Madame turned home- Vv ' ard. She had heard reports that the German general had made his head- v]uarters in her home, the Chateau. She traveled over the battlefields and through the foul-smelling atmosphere to reach the shell that was her home. The vandals had ruined everything and left the place in such a condition of hlth and dirt that it took all her courage to begin again. She did, however, :ind also set up a hospital to continue her work to the end. Madame Huard was a remarkable person. Her ability to cope with any emergency is her outstanding characteristic. She writes in a simple, frank manner, portraying vividly the scenes of war and the reactions of herself and other people to those scenes. Isabel Handy, ’4l Magic Magic always seems to suggest strange and far-off lands, the realm of the impossible. Children and even grown-ups have so much fun watching a magician perform. Then someone spoils it by telling that it is not magic but just illusion that makes rabbit appear and cards disappear. Yes, we like to be fooled, especially now in a world of such realism. But magic is not just in the things a magician does. There is magic in Nature. Nature performs difficult tricks that no magician may learn to per- form. She turns the leaves from cool green to flaming reds and yellows; she gives birds magic to find their way in migration; she paints beautiful sunsets, ever changing, no two the same. In winter there are white pictures on the v indows and warmer coats for the animals. From the cold grey dead of win- ter, new life comes forth in the spring — there is magic in nature. There is magic in beautiful workmanship, in a perfect painting, in stir- ring music, in a graceful building, in any task well-done. There’s magic in people, in friends, in laughter, in a quiet conversation. There’s magic in living — there’s magic in everything — if you can find it. Claire Healy, ’42 On New Year ' s Resolutions We all make resolutions the first day of January every year. We say, Yes, this year I’ll get up in time to catch the bus,” or ' My home- work will always be ready by class time,” or sometimes even ' Tm going to get up a little earlier so that the dishes will get washed and my bed made before school.” But, by the middle of February, we are found getting up five minutes before the bus goes and hurrying just before class trying to get our homework done. So this year I am making the resolution to keep my resolutions! Catherine Handy, ’44 Page Thirty Canal Currents, Bourne High School GOD BLESS BOURNE HIGH SCHOOL (Sing to the tune of God Bless America”) God bless our high school, School that we love, May she guide us. Watch beside us As we learn here, and then go above. From the first year To the last year. May she help us. On our ways; God Bless Bourne High School, Now and always. Edward Ellis, ’43. THE SOPHOMORES CONSIDER BOURNE BRIDGE This is called a beautiful bridge, The way it’s built, the way it stands. Jack Weeks When I have reached the other side, I am glad to look back and see a masterpiece. Jack Thom From afar Comes a car; Its lights are welcomed By this gigantic thing Whose very girders Seem to sing. Robert Lindquist I like the pretty sight of this bridge lit up at night; It seems to me then to really have life. Nathalie Thamales THE CANAL Sometimes it is blue, gray, green; Somtimes a mixture of these colors. The rip-rap on the banks is gray And above that the green grass shows. The seagulls overhead streak down Only to go up again With a fish in their beaks. The boats passing through Churn the w ' ater white. On a windy day white-caps Crow ' n the waves with foam As if each one meant to say, I am the King.” Elaine Anderson, ’43. THE CANAL By the swirling green waters. Thru this mammoth monster. Pass the bonds of nations. Ships sailing on and on. Richard Eldridge, ’43. On this great and magnificent structure A professor could give quite a lecture. John Jenkins It looks very much like the roller coaster at Nantasket Beach. Margaret Boffetti Our bridge so big, so strong, and gray. Stands staunch and sturdy against the sky; It seems impossible it has been built by man alone. So big, so strong, and gray. Clayson Tucy ♦ ♦ ♦ The bridge is like a statue against the sky. Sheldon Philbrick ♦ ♦ ♦ She is a throne reigning over the water — Her power and strength are as mighty as a lord’s. Gloria Holt Page Thirty -one Canal Currents, Bourne High School THE BRIDGE Great bridge, so strong and mighty And yet so graceful, too. Do you mind having autos Constantly pass over you? The great ships sail beneath you. The waters flow on and on. You’re black against the sunset And rosy with the dawn. You rise majestically above The earth and all its noises; I w ' onder, some deep winter nights. Can you hear angels’ voices? Dorothy Dixon, ’43. THE MIGHTY BRIDGE I looked, to see across the ridge. The looming girders of a bridge. The great grey span hovers oh! so high. And mingles among the birds of the sky. Day in, day out, you keep your place. And fling your mighty body into space. How I’d like to be like you, Ga 2 ing down from out of the blue. Deane Boyden, ’43. BRIDGES BEAUTIFUL They speak of bridges beautiful. That they build across the sea, In Russia, France, Bulgaria, England, Germany, And yet in our United States, I find A bridge more beautiful, The work of master minds. And as I rise each morning. And I look up from my bed, The sun, its span adorning. Turns it to a lustrous red. This is my bridge beautiful Though it’s not really mine. But it’s just as great and beautiful As those across the brine. Bernard Stockley, ’43. THE BRIDGE You hang there in most lofty space. While autos roll o’er you, quickening pace. You hang there with nothing to do. But look at a most wonderful view. You see the sun rise every day And see it set behind the bay. You see the moon, a pale ghost. To which you are the only host. Lucien Bachand, ’43. THE BRIDGE The dark gray bridge Against a light gray sky. And the river underneath, With the water rushing by. The bridge! So wonderful That no man can stand and not sse Its wonderful, glorious, majesty. The dark gray bridge Against a light gray sky. With the water churning white. As the boats sail by. O Bridge! With your towers of cement. No man has looked at you. Without having sent Up a prayer of thanks for such Wonderful, glorious majesty bent In an arc of dark gray gleam. With underneath what used to be. Just a little stream. Elaine Anderson, ’43. ♦ ♦ ♦ THE BRIDGE Never a sway or word of sorrow; Because this bridge lives a life of horror. People may abuse it, call it names; But this thing has no heart because It is made of steel and horror. Every night this bridge of horror Is covered over with a blanket of mist. But it does not care because it has lights To light the way. Theodore Wing, ’43. Page Thirty-tiuo Canal Currents, Bourne High School TIMIDITY I was sitting in my chair with the greatest of ease, When along came a mouse who sniffed at my knees, Then lo and behold! I was no longer at ease. And how I wished I had a trapeze! Frank Atchison, ’43. ♦ ♦ ♦ EPIGRAM ’Tis an old maxim in the schools. That flattery’s the food of fools; Yet now ' and then your boys of wit Will c ondescend to take a bit. Theodore H. Wing, ’43. ♦ ♦ ♦ THE DESTROYER How ' lovely is the light grey boat That zooms over the water like a sea gull! It protects the shores of the nation In war, peace, and depression. To me this boat is a remarkable picture of Liberty, Ereedom, and Peace. Bernard Aylmer, ’43. THE FLIGHT I wonder, as I gaze upon you. Fleeing lovers of the past. Is some fierce foe almost on you Or a w’ild beast, strong and fast? Do wild shouts fill the air behind you. As from a guardian cruel you flee? What strange circumstances bind you, Doomed to flight eternally? Youth, a look of fierce protection And deep love o’erspreads your face. Maid, I see your strong affection Blends with trust and gentle grace. Though this long-lived flight you’d sever. Though you yearn to catch your breath. Onward you must flee forever Denied even the hope of death. Dorothy Dixon, ’43. GRANDFATHER’S TALE Grandfather told a tale right well, On a stormy, dreary night. The tale he told was a bloody one That would make your hair curl tight. He told of pirates, strong and brave. And wicked and cruel, at that. And how they wouldn’t even let A poor man wear his hat. They plundered and robbed, and made walk the plank. All the survivors few. They sunk all the ships they captured. Even though they were bright and new ' And they left not a sign of their plunderous crime. They plundered and robbed, and made walk the plank. All the survivors few. And this is the end of Grandfather’s Tale, That I have told to you. Elaine Anderson, ’43- ♦ ♦ ♦ LIFE Life is like a chickadee who braves the cold months: He dees not retreat but stays and sees it through. To the North, to the South, To the East, to the West, And still the little chickadee Braves his life w ' hatever it be. And that’s the life of you and me, The life of a little chickadee. Frank Atchison, ’43. A MILLION THINGS I w ' ould like to w ' rite about a million things — The sky, meadow ' s, children, birds, . . . About the many things that are done everyday. Even the trains that flash by like lightning bugs. Would be so interesting to tell about. Tet the thing that I would like best to sing of is my love for my mother. Margaret Boffetti, ’43. Page Thirty -three Canal Currents, Bourne High School THE SKY Oh! blue sky above, Is there no end to your vast area? You tower over everything one can think of — Oceans, mountains, streams. No matter how high one goes you’re still over his head. Bernard Aylmer, ’43. SWING SONG The stars sparkle in the deep black sky, The moon shines down on the quiet earth, Beautiful w ' ater crystals glisten, As the trees sway to and fro Keeping time with the rhythm of the cool night breeze. Dorothy Gonsalves, ’43. THE CALENDAR A LA ROOSEVELT Thanksgiving There used to be one, And now there are two. Christmas Would Santa come twice If F. D. R. told him to? Patriot’s Day One if by land, two if by sea’’ Were enough for Revere, Longfellow, and me. But maybe Franklin will change it to three. Washington’s Birthday And before we know it, Washington, too, Will have chopped down not only one But two of the good old cherry tree. What are we coming to? Goodness me. The calendar ain’t what it used to be. Junior Brain Trust THOUGHTS They are Sometimes of joy. More often of sorrow; But whether glad or tearful They are Fleeting. THE FIRST SNOWFALL ’Twas the middle of November On a day both dark and drear. The trees were also bare of leaves I knew that fall was here. The wind kept getting colder. The black clouds hung low When I looked up into the sky I saw some snowflakes blow. I watched them as they touched the ground Each one so white and small. They wouldn’t last so very long; This was our first snowfall. Edward Ellis, ’43. NIGHT SKY Amid this wonder flow bright gleaming stars. And the dazzling rays of the yellow moon; Oh, all this splendor would be fit for song. George Handy, ' 43. ♦ ♦ THE BLACK CAT He walks at night So quiet and cautious; Two green eyes and a big long tail. His feet are cushioned so he may be quiet As he prowls at night. He is so black you can not see him; The only way you can tell he’s there is by the song he purrs. Jack Thom, ’43. O LAZY RIVER O lazy river, you drift along Under palm, willow and birch. O lazy river, you teem with boats Which hurry over your distant course. O lazy river, sometimes you’re mad. You seethe, foam, and lash your banks Until you overflow and spread destruction over them. O lazy river, beneath the moon That casts its yellow beam upon your dark blue body. You hear the cry of the loon; Then everything grows still to await another day. Lucien Bachand, ’43. Page Thirty -four Cora Gay, ’42. Canal Currents, Bourne High School MY PREDICTIONS I think the Eagles will trample over Georgetown, And show them the way they do it in Beantown. Michigan ought to mow down the Wildcats. When Harmon gets mad he loves to skin cats. Notre Dame is bound to kill a hawkeye, Too bad Nile Kinnick had to say good-bye. The Texas Aggies who always look nice Say that on Saturday they will eat Rice. They say Columbia is the gem of the ocean, But the Navy is going to sink that notion And Harvard who is Yale Bowl bound Is going to skin that Bear from Brown. A fellow named Reagan who comes from Penn Will put the Army to rout again. Without my head I’d feel pretty tough I guess I’ve stuck out my neck far enough; So I guess it’s about time I called it a day And I hope that on Saturday I won’t lose my pay. Lucius Mendes, ’43. A FLIRT Oh, there is a little girl, (She is pretty at that) But, oh, she is a hazardous flirt; She has long, pullable, dark wavy hair, Sparkling brown eyes to wink. Eyes that make you jump when winked; A sweet little peach off a fruitman’s truck. Robert Handy, ’43. AT EVENING Into the darkness and the hush of night Slowly the landscape sinks and fades away, And with it fades the phantoms of the day, The ghosts of people; things that haunt the night. The crowd, the noises, chasing, and the flight. The profitable splendor and display, The agitations and the cares that prey Upon our hearts, all vanish out of sight. Barbara Gardner, ’43. Page Thirty -five THE TREES IN SILENT DRILL The tall, majestic oaks remain; Their crowns of leaves are gone. And now the winter snows swirl o’er the lane. And o’er the icy, frozen pond. And in the distance, o’er the field The serf-like scrub oaks, bending kneel. In homage fine. To king of all, the great white pine. Against the sky-line, on the hill The white roofed farmhouse stands. The apple trees in silent drill Follow not drum or band, They live, let live; they will not kill. How piteous it is that we Cannot live and let live, like a tree! Bernard H. Stockley, ’43. THE GYPSY ENCAMPMENT Softly the shades of evening closed the curtains of day. The Sun had melted the sky and water and earth with a touch of his golden wand. Gaily the gypsies danced among the purple shadows of night. The flames from the fire shot up like flaming arrows in the descending heavens. There was story telling of long ago. Finally after much feasting and merriment The girls began a dance around the fire With their lovely skirts of many fascinating colors. What a gay life the gypsies lead! Gloria Holt, ’43. WINTER Suddenly it begins to get cold. The sun is no longer warm. Days grow short; Then snowflakes begin to fall. They cover everything in white Silence, Like a God sent to cover us for The night. Lucius Mendes, ’43. Canal Currents, Bourne High School Picturesque Speech at Bourne He was so frightened that he shook like a leaf in a hurricane — Mildred ( uerze. A black-out is a burglar’s heaven. — George Conley. The gray cloud was a billowing sheet wdth tattle-tale gray.” — Gwen Douglas. The birch tree sways like a cradle, back and forth. — Cora Gay. The birch tree bowed low over the water like an old man bowed by age. — Lois Querze. His speech is as smooth as a Model-T Ford running on one cylinder without any spark plugs. — Muriel Berry. His knees knocked together with a sound like a machine-gun. — Kenny Young. Out of the dentist’s office stumbled the remains of a patient. — Wallace Blackwell. When the teacher returns to the room, a hushed silence falls as though the world had suddenly come to an end. — Robert Luthy . The snow looked like little angel feathers floating down from heaven. — Muriel Berry. The sun then slowly fell away from view as if the mountains themselves are slowly falling to sleep. — Robert Luthy. Swing” to me is like the apple was to Newton. — Muriel Berry When you’re on a subway the buildings click by like clocks. — Robert Luthy. The pirate lay on the deck bleeding like a fountain. — Paul Schroeter The pirates on the deck were shot down like ten pins on a bowling alley. — Richard Davis. Her clothes were as bright as maple leaves in autumn. — Alice Perry In the theatre we were aided by little lighthouses on the ends of the rows of seats. — Jean Matheson. The canal has so many twists and turns that it looks like a very graceful snake. — Claire Driscoll. His weapons were as dull as a Stone Age knife. — Laurence Thompson She looked as dull as a golfer on a rainy day. — Helen Murray The table was as heavy as Primo Camera. — Robert Peebles. His troubles made a pile as large as the two oceans combined. — George Handy. Her hair was as black as midnight in a blackout. — George Handy She was as tiny as a wisp of grass. — Robert Lindquist. THE BASEBALL GAME The player steps up when the umpire says to, and pounds with his bat, the dirt off his shoe. The windup, the pitch, the swing — what a miss! Another windup, another ball; Gosh! he didn’t see that one at all. Here comes the third one. The batter stands still as down comes the ball from the pitcher’s hill. The batter looks as though he needed a pill. Then the swing, a tremendous swing, and he didn’t even touch a thing. The batter struck out, net the first out”, and so we lost the game. What a shame! Stuart Adams, ’43. Page Thirty -six Canal Currents, Bourne High School Scenes And People As We See Them A Pier In Early Morning Off the shores of the Canal there stands a small fish pier still sturdy in spite of the beating of the waves and the high tides. Early in the morning there is always an old man who is fishing and who is the only one there to ever get a bite. He sits perfectly still w hile his friends the seagulls swoop and cry above him. This pier is very typical of Cape Cod and its fishing grounds. The legend goes that long ago this fish pier served as a marker for the sh ips and that many a ship had been saved by the crew’s instantly knowing where they were by this pier. It is now used for a fueling station and it will stand in glory for at least another half century. Leonard Burgess, ’42 ! Chug! If you never have heard the scallop boats on October first in Red Brook Harbor you haven’t heard all there is to hear. It all begins about daybreak because they’re only allowed to scallop between sunrise and sunset. First come the skiffs with outboards for they are the fastest of the fleet — they hum and buzz like a thousand bees. Next come the more powerful motorboats with four, six and eight cylinder engines making a deep-throated roar. Last but not least come the big clumsy catboats with one-cylinder en- gines popping, chugging, puffing and panting all trying to get there first. From this description you can imagine what an unearthly racket there is out there: buzzing, roaring, chugging, all mixed in wdth the shouts of ex- cited men. Frederick Ward, ’42 Scene Just as the sun was a small crescent on the horizon, I came over the brow of the hill overlooking the pond. Everywhere it was like crystal, the trees sparkling in the sun with a soft coat of white. The lake glistened like a polished mirror. Oh, the smell of the pines! Not a sound could be heard except an occasional snap of a twig. As I felt the ice it was as smooth as glass. Nearby was a spring wRose water was sweet and tingled like a thous- and pin points as it went down my throat. Everywhere was a quiet. Robert Luthy, ’42 The Swishing Of The Waves If on a boat, and the sea isn’t too rough, go between decks near the water line and listen to the swishing of the waves. They sound as if they are trying to tell you something. It isn’t the waves which cause this, but your imagina- tion. How? I cannot explain for I do not know, but I would like to find out. Robert Pederzani, ’42 Page Thirty -seven Page Thirty-eight Page Thirty -nine Canal Currents, Bourne High School Nature As the horse slowly jogged along I became aware of the unfolding mani- festations of beauty around me. The leaves ranged from a dull green-brown to a sparkling scarlet, each color of subdued grays and greens forming an amazing contrast to the brighter, more vivid colors. We soon were out of this section and into a paradise of fresh green pines and firs. Tiny brown squirrels, startled by the soft hoof beats on the rich carpet of pine needles, scampered into the nearest tree where they glanced around pine-cones, blinking curiosity. We passed a spring, the cool green water surrounded by overhanging branches of dead trees. The lake in early morning is serenity personified, void of all earthly mad- ness. Soft morning mists create a hazy ghost-like appearance, giving the scene a misty, dreamlike visage. From the fresh green leaves of the dense growth surrounding the quiet inlets hang dew drops gleaming in the light of the coming dawn. There is a tranquil silence, broken by occasional ripples re- vealing the presence of life in this hallowing atmosphere. A large green frog, almost beautiful in its intense ugliness, silently slips from a shimmering lily pad into the cool green depths of the lake. Day is breaking, life awakening. The harsh light of day destroys dawn’s hallowing effect and its tranquility re- mains but a beautiful memory. Janet Wheeler, ’42 Skyscrapers Skyscrapers, towering high above the heads of the people who built them, have a beauty all their own. Whether it is a soft summer blue, a brilliant autumn blue or the soft haze of fog which they point to, they stand as strong, erect sentinels of the city they compose. Their clean, straight lines lift high into the air until they seem almost lost to view. High above the earth, which is their foundation, like giants with their feet firmly planted in the sod, they stand protecting their little creators from cold and heat. From tiny cottages to mighty cathedrals and modern skyscrapers man has made his way. The latest buildings constructed of steel and concrete rear their mighty heads as a lasting example of mankind’s ability to create beauty. Sharon Hoke, ’42 Mr. Coady . He walks into class with his hands in the pockets of his gray suit; im- mediately, there is a deathly hush. He looks sternly and fixedly at some petri- fied student for some minutes and the student hastily reviews his activities for the past few days, sorting out all possible misdemeanors. At length he asks in a matter-of-fact tone what the lesson for the day is. When thinking hard he is wont to pull his ears speculatively. He is a good enough sport to take a joke even when it’s on him, and on these occasions his eyes twinkle behind the glasses and the people for a mile or so around are startled by the sound of his hearty laugh. I might venture to say that there is probably only one other laugh like that in the state of Massachusetts. Justine Cassels, ’41 Page Forty Canal Currents, Bourne High School Mrs. Jones I heard Mrs. Jones across the street yelling at the top of her lungs, HelpI Firemen, Police! my house is being flooded, I am drowning.” I ran across the street to see what had happened. I found out that all this noise w ' as coming from the basement and when I looked down I saw her standing on a chair with the water rushing all around her. Mrs. Jones’ yelling almost drowned out the sound of the rushing water. I noticed that the leak was in the main pipe leading upstairs and that the shut off was before the leak so 1 made my way up to it and shut the water off. But she was still yelling at the top of her lungs and for me to stop her I had to practically shake her out of the chair, and when I did this she fainted from exertion and I thought that she was a goner”; she fell head first into the water. When I dragged her out she looked as though she went through a revolution. Someone had gotten the fire truck and the men started to clean up the cellar, and I called up the plumber and had him fix the leak so that everything was under control now, everything but Mrs. Jones. She’s still telling the story to everyone that comes rdong. Waldo B. Lumbert, ’42 How We Know Them Ah, yes, we know ’em all right — there’s Muriel with her sense of humor topping all as usual and Jo Cardoza, late for school again. Eddie Robbins has forgotten his shoes and has gone home after them. Claire Healy is the same swell girl, alw ays having her homework done. Betty is fluttering about like a butterfly. Handsome Howard Baker is blushing again in English class and Elsie is rushing helter-skelter from room to room. Midge Jenkins still likes the boys and Lenny Burgess is still thinking of those pleasant memories in Nantucket. Carolyn is w orrying about that A she’s going to get while Ray Gagner is trying to get over F plus in an exam. Esther (Dangerous) Davis is flirting again — umm — w onder who it is now ? — oh, Charlie Tucy, our class Romeo, of course. Huck (I-love-to-get-the-dickens) Pederzani is eating again. Claire Jackson and Freddy Ward are still studying, (as if they need to!) Gwenny is dancing again with — w ell, you guess! Ruthe Smalley is giggling and Marjorie White doesn’t have much to say. Jo and Kenny are stealing glances at each other during morning exercises. Donald Macdonald is crack- ing jokes and Bob Luthy is trying to outdo him. Lois (Frog) Querze is fool- ing as usual. Nancy Turner is gossiping w ' hile Olga Tontini listens so she can tell someone else. John Berriault and Roland DeLano are quiet lads and swell kids. Rudy Habenicht is talking French to an uncomprehending audience. Christine has that sweet smile turned on full force. Claire Driscoll remains tall, quiet, and serene. Kenny Reed is our singing cowboy” and he’s good. Emery Chase is still having trouble with his Ford. Charlie Anderson and Wallace Blackwell, though bashful they may seem, are flirting with the girls on the bus. Kenneth (Sheik) Compton has his big feet in somebody’s way and Earl Wallace hasn’t got over his shyness yet. Wiggy Lumbert is carrying the ball for a touchdown while Janet Wheeler is cheering on the sidelines. Bert Holman is just the same, quiet and well behaved. Jean Matheson is thinking of that certain Senior whom you all know as her very special beau. Last but not least is Cora (Scarlett) Gay who, at least here, has the last word. Cora Gay, ’42. Page Forty -one Canal Currents, Bourne High School Uncle Jim Uncle Jim was snoozing in his favorite old rocking chair and I had in- spirations of going fishing. Unc, as w ' e called him, was a jovial, plump, old backwoods man who scoffed at all modern contraptions and ideas. He prided himself on his knowledge of fish and fishing. Wake up, Unc!” I cried, shaking him by the shoulder. Let’s go fish- Slack the line, let him run! reel in your uh . . . uh . . . what? . . . Who? . . . Oh!” He snorted as he became fully awake and realized he wasn’t fish- ing. Shore I’ll go fishin’ — wait ’ntil I get my rod and flies.” As we walked along the narrow path to the lake I noticed how bowlegged Unc was; he reminded me of a duck waddling along. He was kind of ec- centric in his actions and ways but quick to sympathize or understand any- body. Unc was loved by all and he loved all; his real old fashioned goodness won him friends wherever he went and most of all I love him. Donald Macdonald, ’42 Girl The assumes a coquettish pose and studies carefully her reflection in the mirror. A smug smile of satisfaction lifts one corner of her mouth bringing out a fascinating little dimple in her cheek. Then her mood changes. She opens her large blue eyes very wide and flutters her long lashes which, she suddenly decides, need a little more mascara. After having made this slight repair she takes her comb and rearranges her smooth, shining, blonde curls for about the one hundredth time and applies a little more powder. Well,” she thinks out loud, that is just about perfect.” She really thinks she is quite a fascinating thing. It’s too bad no one else thinks so. Elizabeth Hammond, ’42 My Mother She is my mother, tall, happy, and affectionate. She usually wears a lov- ing and happy expression on her tired face, except in disappointment. She works day after day for her children, keeping them happy, and healthy, and busy; perhaps spoiling them in her efforts. Then at times a worried, sad ex- pression comes over that smile, when something has gone wrong for her or her children. Then it is she who usually irons out the wrinkles making things right again. In time of trouble or wondering, we turn to mother for she’s the one who can clearly see the mistake and has an answ er. It was Lincoln who }-roperly described her — All that 1 am or hope to be, I oive to my angel mother!’ Esther Davis, ’42 Fathers Aren’t all fathers somewhat the same? Jolly, yet firm; twinkles in their eyes, favorite old pipe and dog-eared books; gentle hands on the dog — firm in work; and the everlasting stride and grin. Jean Matheson, ’42 Page Forty-two ATHLETICS Athletic Association President: Vernon McKenzie Vice President: Raymond Parrott Secretary and Treasurer: Mildred Querze Football The call for 1940 football candidates brought forth many boys desirous of lepresenting the school. Bourne’s chances, however, were lessened by the loss of several letter men who graduated in June. Mr. Knute Andersson, the new coach, had his troubles building up a backfield as w ' ell as a line. The squad was light, but the boys went out and gave the opposing teams some real competition. Mr. Andersson, in the team’s language, is one swell coach.” His new methods were tricky at the start of the season, but proved worth while before the close. Our first game was lost to the powerful Barnstable eleven by a 6-0 score. The second game was lost to a very spirited team from Provincetown by an- other 6-0 score. The third game of the season Bourne traveled to Nantucket. The Island boys were very confident, and with their heavy, but shifty fullback they v ere very successful in pushing over an 18-0 verdict. The next game was lost to Hanover by a 14-0 verdict. The fourth game was won by Falmouth who by an offensive air attack bombed the Bourne team’s goal line twdce and by adding a safety to their score made their verdict 15-0. In the sixth game of the year the Bourne team, very much weakened by the loss of players due to injuries, lost a sad game to Yarmouth 7-0. After two w ' eeks of hard training and plenty of rest, the Bourne team came out of its slump and took over the Yarmouth eleven in a return game by an 18-0 verdict. In the last game of the year the very much improved Bourne team went to Wareham and gave the favored Wareham boys the short end of a 12-0 verdict. This game was the closing game of the year, and some of the boys put their suits away for the iollowing season, while some packed them away for the last time. Mr. Knute Andersson was the head coach, and assisting him was Mr. Stahura. The managers were Robert Peebles and Donald Macdonald. Boys ' Basketball Boys’ basketball practice is in full swing and the team, with several vet- erans, looks promising. The latest thing is that they are practising nights. The schedule of games is as follows: Dec. 6 — Alumni Dec. 13 — Yarmouth at Yarmouth Dec. 20 — Hyannis at Hyannis Jan. 3 — Falmouth at Bourne Jan. 10 — P’town at Provincetown Jan. 14 — Sandwich at Bourne Mr. Knute Andersson is head Corrigan. Jan. 31 — Sandwich at Sandwich Feb. 7 — Plymouth at Bourne Feb. 18 — Falmouth at Falmouth Feb. 14 — Middleboro at Middleboro Feb. 21 — Hyannis at Bourne coach, and assisting him is Mr. Thomas Page Porty-three Canal Currents, Bourne H ' gh School Field Hockey The Bourne High girls have been stepping right along again this season under the excellent coaching of Miss Frances Martin, who is filling the va- cancy made by the recent retirement of Mrs. Evelyn (Stapleton) Burns. Many thanks to Miss Martin for the help and cooperation she has given us this fall. Also many thanks to Jean Matheson, our loyal manager. There Vv as an average attendance of thirty girls and an excellent showing of freshman interest. Thus two good teams were worked up. After every I ' iOme game refreshments were served, furthering our last year’s experiences as hostesses. The squad members were; — Seniors J. Cassels M. Querze A. Coady H. Cristofori L. Coombs ( 1st team 1. Handy Capt.) J. Dean E. Davis S. Hoke (moved) tD. Dixon Murray J. Atchinson ■•■G. Coombs tj. Ellis P. Ellis tE. Fontes tM. Gay ■ B. Johnson Juniors tM. Jenkins O. Tontini E. Amaral Sophomores tB. Gardner tN. Thamalis Freshmen tA. Karalekas tE. Parrott tO. Marchisio tL. Tonello V. DeLano B. Dwyer N. Evans B. Coppi N. Crabe (2nd team Capt. ) N. Wright tG. Douglas tC. Gay tC. Milliken tN. Thamalis C. Cecchi C. Handy M. Masterson M. Crump A. Pederzani Note: 1st team; t 2nd team. The games played were: — October 8 Barnstable at Bourne (Barnstable) 1-0; 1-0. 16 — Bourne at Tabor (Bourne) 2-0. 22 — Plymouth at Bourne (Bourne) 0-1; 0-1; 0-0. 29 — Bourne at Yarmouth (Yarmouth 1) 0-2; (Bourne 2) 2-0. 31 — Bourne at Barnstable (tie) 0-0; (Barnstable 2) 0-1. November 5 — Bourne at Dartmouth (tie) 0-0. 8 — Tabor at Bourne (Bourne) 0-1. 19 Yarmouth at Bourne (Yarmouth) 1-0; 0-0. Page Forty-four Canal Currents, Bourne High School Girls ' Basketball The basketball season has just begun, with practically all of the ve teran players returned and such a large group of Freshmen that the squad has got to be cut. However, those cut” from the squad will be entered in intramurals this winter. The teams have not yet been chosen, but, with material, plus the excellent and successful coaching of Mr. C. E. Campbell, we hope to go far. Many games have already been scheduled with the help of our managers: Ruth Brownson (back with us from last year) and Natalie Wright (who is unable to be on the team due to an injury. We’re glad to have you with us, Natalie! ) This fall there were only four experienced archers out for practice. Those were: Caroyln Quattromini, Janet Wheeler, Muriel Berry, and Claire Jackson. High scores went to J. Wheeler and M. Berry. These girls will assist in forming the new archery classes in the spring. The Aptucxet Archers of Bourne will be reorganized with new members from the Archery Classes. The girls have been directed by the able leadership of Miss Sylvia Boyd. Archery Quote! About Lucy Neal: Her hair. Well I think she’d like to have red hair ’cause I quite often see her in the 5c and 10 store. Laurel Porter, ’41 Definitely Definitions by Burgess A large, monstrous rickety object where you sit and where you acquire certain aches at certain spots — that is a grandstand. A little out of the way creek which has hot and cold running water — we call it Buttermilk Bay.” Here a roar, there a roar, every place a roar, that’s a menagerie — you said it. Leonard Burgess, ’42 This Is What We’d Call Resourceful The kids spread the news that we were going to have a new teacher who was bald, but she wore a wig. So the class genius conspired and this is what he got: He invented the Bald Revealer.” It has a piece of insulated wire on a pulley with a reostat on the end of it, in case she came in faster or slower than he expected. That was strung from his seat to the back of the room, across the ceiling, over to the doorway, and from that hung a brass hook which would hoist the wig. The teacher was to make her debut so all the kids got ready. Then she came — but no — it couldn’t be, but it was — she came without her wig! Muriel Berry, ’42 Page Forty-five Canal Currents, Bourne High School News Broadcast Announcer: Lois Querze As we view the present situation over the seas we in America realize how extremely fortunate we are to be living in a country such as ours, where freedom and peace reign. This has stirred a great- VOU KHOUJ Thod? er love and feeling of patriotism toward our coun- try and our flag. One evidence of this is the raising and lowering of the flag on the front lawn every morning and night. Alison Coady plays the reveille on the trumpet while the guard of honor consisting of Clarence Blackwell, Charles Aylmer, Robert and Richard Jarvis stands at attention. Even though we share this general feeling of patriotism, we are, never- theless, like America’s other young people, by enjoying all the peaceful good times our country affords us, showing ourselves just as sociable as ever. To wit: October 31 found us all at a frolicking initiation given annually by the Sophomores to the Freshmen. The initiations had us all roaring with laughter, especially during the branding” of Frank Harrison. The Freshmen were great sports, particularly the boys, who accepted the traditional egg crowning with a smile. We danced to the tunes of America’s foremost swing orchestras — supplied by our good old Juke box”. All in all, it was a howling success and everyone enjoyed himself immensely. Sophomores on the com- mittee were Helen Murray, Robert Lindquist, Robert Handy, Kendall Silva, Robert Peebles, August Cristofori, Deane Boyden, and President George Lincoln. Sad to say, the annual magazine subscription drive this year did not meet with as successful results as that of previous years. And even sadder was the outcome of this year’s drive for membership in the Athletic Associ- ation, compared to that of last year’s. However, a hand to the Sophomores who again received the award for the highest membership in the latter and a free movie as a reward! November 22 was the night of nights. The Senior play, The Cupboard Was Bare”, was presented and was received with great enthusiasm by all who attended. Not only this, but that much-talked-about Shawme School Band made its debut. Christine Milliken, as drum majorette, was swell” (wasn’t she, boys? ) . To top it all, dancing followed to the music of the nickelodeon”. The cast of the play consisted of R. Brownson, L. Neal, 1. Handy, P. Stockley, R. Jarvis, E. Johnson, J. Brooks, A. Coady, J. Barlow, C. Bassett, and C. Blackwell — all of whom did a marvelous piece of acting — thanks to the direction of Miss Boyd. Due to the poultry show, the dance in honor of the victory over the Wareham Football team on Thanksgiving Day, was postponed until a week later. In spite of that the night of the game turned out to be a night full of hilarious events. Signing off now until next year when we’ll broadcast again from this same station. Page Forty-six CLASS ACTIVITIES Shop Work Many interesting units of work are being accomplished by the different classes in school. Under the leadership of Mr. Andersson, the boys in Shop Work are building kayaks, model boats, and chairs. History Miss Dill’s classes in History have made scrapbooks on the 1940 presi- dential election and pupils in another History class are giving individual re- ports on Greek arts and Greek religion. One of the divisions has been costuming Scotch dolls in connection with study of the Scottish poem The Lady of the Lake”. Physical Education In Physical Education this year, with Mr. Andersson and Mr. Campbell as directors, students have participated in field hockey, and volley ball. The girls are having a new form of gym class which includes tumbling, exercises, marching, and relays. Home Economics Under Miss Martin’s direction the girls in Home Economics have com- pleted smocks, embroidered articles and skirts, and are now working on woolen and silk dresses and skirts for the Red Cross. The Related Arts division have been making block printing, macaroni jewelry, crocheted articles, and stuffed toys. They have also organized a personality club” to help girls improve socially. Science Mr. Stahura’s Science class has been studying Astronomy and Geology; the Biology class, body systems and their functions in the light of modern psychology and hygiene; and the Physics class has been experimenting with specific gravities, partial vacuums, levers, hydraulics, and acceleration. English Miss Kane exhibited to her English Classes prints of places and poets of the Elizabethan Age and a second set of prints which traced the spread of the Arthurian legend in several different mediums such as sculpture, tapestry, illuminated manuscript, and mosaic through the ages. In the English classes, too, the material for this magazine has been produced. Page Forty-seven Canal Currents. Bourne H gh School Left to Right — Bourne Bridge — Between the halves of the Falmouth game — Main Entrance — High School — Canal — Bourne in action — Handicraft — Co-captains, Bassett and Parrott — Senior play actors — Drum Majorettes, Jo Dean, Christine Milliken, Marjorie Jenkins — More action in the Falmouth game. Page Forty-eight Canal Currents, Bourne High School Commercial Classes In typewriting, two senior girls have earned awards. Competent Typist Certificates were awarded Louise Coombs for a speed of 39 words a minute, and Doris Landers 42 words a minute, for ten minutes with less than five errors. These awards came from the Gregg Publishing Company in New York. The same two girls earned Complete Theory Certificates in Shorthand for passing a 100 word test given by the Gregg Company with an average of better than 95 per cent. Mechanical Drawing Both of Mr. Corrigan’s classes in mechanical drawing which include freshmen, sophomores, juniors, and seniors have taken field trips to the Canal office. There they inspected the War Department’s drafting office. Messrs. Hume, Fielding and Donovan of the drafting department, answered questions and exhibited more advanced methods of drafting. The students studied drawings and blueprints of the various bridges across the canal, as well as tracings and drawings of the Canal itself. They also witnessed white printing, a more advanced form of blueprinting, in the making. All of the students now have the fundamentals of mechanical drawing. Other students have learned to do ink drawings and tracings. We have al- ready made some blueprints and soon you will see proud draftsmen in the hall displaying their blueprints. In addition, some boys are making drawings of airplanes. Old Mother Hubbard Finds The Cupboard Is Bare I, Consuelo D’Arcy — ' ' The ' Consuelo D’Arcy— balked when first asked to play a Mother Hubbard role. It sounded rather silly to me. Why, when I played in The Offing”, I had New York at my feet. Of course, I was a little younger then, but — The idea of playing mother to three starving youngsters when there was nothing in the cupboard for them to eat, nothing for them to do but starve, well, that was a rather far cry from the glamorous parts I had been used to playing. But, for the sake of Bourne High School, I consented. Ah, then came the strenuous rehearsals — strenuous because the chil- dren” were apt to be trying at times, but I made them behave with my motherly” reproaches. But when the big night came, they were all quiet and very nervous, all except me. I was an old hand at first nights”. The play was a hit, or so they tell me. In spite of everything, we did have a grand time and although The Cupboard Was Bare” does not, of course, compare with The Offing”, it will be remembered for a long time by all of us. Ruth Brownson, ’41. Page Forty -nine Canal Currents, Bourne High School Band Strike up the Band! Let it play The Stars and Stripes Forever”. Ihe Shawme Orchestra has been the pride of our school thus far and has always appeared at the school functions and concerts with interesting programs. This year, however, ladies and gentlemen, allow u3 to introduce to you the Shawme School Band. Monday night rehearsals are now divided; part is devoted to the band and part to the orchestra. Everyone that is interested in music educa- tion is anxious to see if it is possible to have a high school orchestra and band at the same time with satisfactory results. The band has already made its debut and has been met with great en- thuriarm by all. It has thus far played at the Senior Play and at a few foot- ball games. We believe that it helped the boys keep up their pep so they could defeat Wareham. A special attraction has been added to the band by our three attractive drum majorettes who have shown remarkable skill in majoretting”, consider- ing the short time they have been practising. Very professional the band looks in its new maroon uniforms with shiny gold epaulettes on the shoulders with gold frogs marching down the front. This splendor is topped by visored hats of matching maroon trimmed with geld braid. The personnel of the band is as follows: Clarinets Saxophone Sousaphone R. Peebles C. Healy M. Querze L. Querze R. Eldridge H. Bartley Baritone and Trombom H. French Trumpets R. Dean J. Snow A. Coady D. Norris R. Luthy Drum Majorettes F. Harrison C. Milliken Percussion M. Jenkins L. Burgess French Horn J. Dean D. Murray G. Conley Director D. Boyden D. Weaver Adolfo Querze Page Fifty Canal Currents, Bourne High School Art classes have been very interesting due to the supervision of Miss Dorothy Handy. Our school year began with the drawing of different objects, such as dwarfs, which Miss Handy brought from her shop. The pupils also made boat de- signs which were very attractively colored in well- blended pastel shades. For Hallow ' een, different scenes were drawm in the holiday fashion. The imditorium w’as decorated by cats, wdtches and the like, for the Freshman In- itiation Hallow ' een Party. In accordance with this, members of the art class made posters for the purpose of advertising the party. When Thanksgiving was on its w ' ay the class made colorful turkey de signs. It may not sound very alluring to speak of but to see them — they really are — one could almost eat them. When the Christmas season was upon us again, all hands in the art class were appointed tow ard the cutting of designs and figures out of squares of linoleum w hich were made into calendars, used for wall plaques or for various other things. An art exhibition, which consisted of scenes of the Conquest of Mexico painted by the Mexican artist, Diego Rivera, was held in December in the main entrance hall of our school. The scenes consisted of four panels, each dealing with a different phase of the war. This exhibition was under the supervision of Miss Kane of the English department. The manual arts de- partment under Mr. Corrigan has made a special exhibit case and we will have a new picture on exhibit every week throughout the year. Donald Cunningham Says — When I went to the Bourne-Falmouth game, I did my share of yelling but I still couldn’t keep up wdth Mr. Peebles and Mr. Coady, partly becau.se 1 didn’t have a felt hat to crumple up when the way looked tough for Bourne He Really Did Say This. Miss Kane; What is the plural form of pneumonia. Robert Handy: Double pneumonia. Page Fifty -one Canal Currents, Bourne High School Junior Class Statistics Boy who has done the nost for ’42 Charles Tucy Girl who has done the most for ’42 Jean Maiheson Most Studious Boy Wallace Blackwell Most Studious Girl Carolyn Quattromini Best-natured Boy ; Charles Anderson Best-natured Girl Jean Matheson Most Dignified Boy Charles Anderson Most Dignified Girl ; Nancy Turner Best Boy Athlete Kenneth Young Best Girl Athlete Esther Davis Most Courteous Boy 2 -.. Waldo Lumbert Most Courteous Girl Jean Matheson Best Boy Dancer ....; Leonard Burgess Best Girl Dancer Marjorie Jenkins Class Orator Robert Pederzani Class Baby Marjorie Jenkins Class Actor Charles Tucy Class Actress Cora Gay Class Humorist Robert Pederzani Class Poet Cora Gay Class Artist Sharon Hoke Class Musician Lois Querze Class Flirt Cora Gay Class Sheik Kenneth Compton Most Bashful Lari Wallace Class Favorites 1 . Radio Personality 2. Popular Song 3. Favorite Orchestra 4. Class Bouquet 5. Favorite Color 6. Favorite Sport 7. Actor 8. Actress Rochester America, I Love You Glenn Miller American Beauty Rose White Orchid Blue Larkspur Maroon Football Mickey Rooney Judy Garland Page Fifty-Hvo Canal Currents, Bourne High School WE PRESENT . . ! Gifts To The Girls Gwenny Douglas — A new pencil so she will be able to keep those notes writ- ten to that certain Junior Boy. Josephine Cardoza — An invention on her typewriter so she won’t make any mistakes. Claire Jackson — A book on jitterbugging so she will be able to dance with Rudy at the next victory dance. Lois Querze — A pair of blinders” to stop those flirtatious eyes from annoy- ing the boys. Cora Gay — A date book to keep her from mixing her dates. Carolyn Quattromini — An examination to find the trouble with that continu- ously winking eye.” Esther Davis — A detective to help her keep track of that lower classman. Midge Jenkins — A home nearer to Dartmouth so as to save someone traveling expenses. Muriel Berry — A contract with the Dead End” kids. Claire Driscoll — Some more spare time to go out with her numerous boy friends. Betty Hammond — Some weights to keep her from taking off” in her travels around school. Elsie Amaral — A Truck” of her own, so she won’t have to bother going to Buzzards Bay. Josephine Dean — An excuse for each day so that when Boss” approaches she will have an excuse ready for talking to that Junior boy. Betty Allen — A can of spinach so she will grow to be the size of L. B. Claire Healy — A helping hand” with the Most Studious Boy of the Class.” Jean Matheson — An information book on Nantucket. Christine Milliken — An automatic pencil for writing notes. R.uthe Smalley — A stage to practice on so she’ll get over stage fright.” Nancy Turner — A warning when the splinters are loose on chairs. Olga Tontini — A permanent travel slip so she can go to the Senior room any time she pleases. Janet Wheeler — A library of great books. Margie White — A microphone over which to broadcast her vibrant voice. Page Fifty-three Canal Currents, Bourne High School Gifts To The Boys limery Chase — A music box to keep his giggle in. Edward Robbins — A quahog digger. Wallace Blackwell — Some powder to overcome his blushing. Charles Anderson — A joke book to give him something to really laugh about. Waldo Lumbert — A silver cup (measuring) for the good yardage he meas- ured at the Wareham game. Earl Wallace — An alarm clock so he can get up and get to school on time. Robert Luthy — A doll with brunette hair to remind him of that certain Sophomore girl. Kenneth Young — An isolation ward away from girls. Robert Pederzani — A pair of red suspenders to show he’s a Junior Fireman. Herbert Holman — The privilege to stay downstairs noontimes so that he can see that certain Freshman girl. Charles Tucy — A gallon of gas so that he can be sure to get the girl all the way home without running out of gas. Howard Baker — A new motor for his car. Fred Ward — A book on how to overcome his bashfulness. Rudolph Habenicht — A pair of wings so he can get to classes on time. Kenneth Reed — All the answers to the Commercial Law tests so he will get 100 in them. Donald Macdonald — A bribery sum to get himself on the first team in bas- ketball. Raymond Gagner — A new transmission for his truck. Lenny Burgess — A drum silencer so he won’t disturb the neighbors while practicing. John Berriault — A machine that will do his Bookkeeping for him. Kenneth Compton — Superman’s eyes so that he can copy his work better. Roland DeLano — A life-time subscription to Popular Mechanics. Diary Of A 1942-er September, 1938: Arrived at Bourne High School; A very handsome building, made up of hundreds of corridors, thousands of rooms, and millions of people. Can’t get accustomed to the bells that ring. Like it, though. Late September, 1938: Had a very unexpected vacation for about two days. Hurricane struck our town. Canal overflowed and quite a bit of damage was done. Didn’t miss school much. Early October, 1938: Had a bang up class meeting. Miss Dill (History and English teacher) is our class adviser; she conducted this meeting; elected class officers: President — Kenneth Young Vice-President — Jean Matheson Secretary and Treasurer — Muriel Berry Student Council Member — Robert Luthy Had a good time. Page Fifty-jou ' , Canal Currents, Bourne High School Late October, 1938: Had our initiation! Oh, me! Wonderful time, though. We were really initiated by the Sophomores. Had dancing by the Nickel- odeon, doughnuts and cider, and stuff! Never forget this! December, 1938: Thought it would be well to say that at last the faculty at High School has become familiar to me. Here they are: Walter Stahura — Science and Math. Alice Tapper — English and Dramatics Evelyn Stapleton — Languages and girls’ sports Clayton Campbell — History, Economics, and Athletics Edgar Demers — Physical Education and Manual Training Sylvia Putnam — Home Economics Pauline Newington — Music Adolfo Querze — Director of Shawme Orchestra Dorothy Handy — Art Also there is Mr. Coady, Principal; Mr. Peebles, Superintendent; and Mr. Cook and Mr. Wilson, janitors! All are so nice and helpful. Don’t mind three more years so much now! September, 1939: Back to Bourne High School today. Sophomores, big shots, nowc Found two new teachers to meet. Mr. Louis C. Rudolph who is taking over Physical Education and Manual Training in place of Mr. Demers; Miss Martha Rodger who teaches Home Economics in place of Miss Sylvia Putnam. Early October, 1939: Mr. Stahura, class adviser, led a roaring class meeting today. Chose officers for Sophomore year: President — Kenneth Young Vice-President — Lenny Burgess Secretary and Treasurer — Jean Matheson Student Council Member — Charlie Anderson Going to initiate the Freshmen in style soon! President Young appointed a committee to lay plans for it. Here’s the committee: Charles Tucy, Emery Chase, Esther Davis, Muriel Berry, Josephine Dean. Going to be quite a time! Late October, 1939: Whew! What a night. Just got home from our Fresh- man party Had to pay 1 cent for every 10 lbs. of your weight to go in to it. Had red searchlights on people from The Wizard of Oz’’ that decorated the walls of the auditorium. A five-piece orchestra for dancing; refreshments of cider, doughnuts, and ice-cream were served. Some job done on the Freshmen! Everyone agrees it was the best initiation Bourne High had seen in a long time. May, 1940: At last, a class meeting today! Going to order class rings, which will be ready for us in the fall w hen we come back as Junior s President Young appointed a committee of Carolyn Quattromini, Jo Dean, Jean Matheson, Waldo Lumbert, Charles Tucy, Charles Anderson, with the President (himself) acting as chairman to select rings for the class to vote on. Can hardly wait to see them. Late May, 1940: Been having several class meetings lately. Debating over choice of a class ring, acting like a bunch of old hens! Decided today — at last — on the one liked best. It’s the best one naturally! A beauty. Page Fifty-five Canal Currents, Bourne High School September, 1940; Imagine it! Back at Bourne High again. Juniors! Gradu- ated from Sophomore class in a big way; came upstairs where only Jun- iors and Seniors are! And are wearing our class rings! Late September, 1940: Had a class meeting today. More important than previous ones. Elected officers: President — Charles Tucy Vice-President — Kenny Young Secretary and Treasurer — Jean Matheson Student Council Member — Bob Luthy Decided to pay dues toward our Senior trip next spring. More replace- ments on the faculty this fall. Miss Sylvia Boyd for Miss Stapleton; Miss Frances Martin is replacing Miss Rodger; Miss Helen Kane is the new English teacher in Miss Tapper’s (now Mrs. Tyson) place. Early October, 1940: Guess what, diary? Going to publish our Junior maga- zine soon. Staff is: Editor-in-Chief — D. Macdonald Business Manager — M. Jenkins Advertising Managers — E. Davis, R. Gagner Athletic Editors — E. Davis, C. Tucy Alumni — C. Quattromini Wit and Humor Editors — M. Berry, R. Habenicht Faculty Advisers — R. D. Marr, H. F. Kane It’s going to be the best magazine ever, of course! Fun, too! If so much has happened, and this is just Junior year, you can imagine that we’re looking forward to Senior year, and I’ll tell you all about it then, diary. Jean Matheson, ’42 Public Speaker It was the last day of school and one of the seniors was making a fare- well speech to the rest of the school. He walked up to the front, like an Eskimo walking down Broadway. Yes, sir; he was scared stiff. His hands were shaky, and as he read off the paper, he sounded like a tobacco auctioneer at the height of his career. Kenneth Reed, ’42 Acknowledgement We wish to acknowledge our appreciation of the interest of ? the businessmen and merchants who gave ads and compliments to our magazine. 0 L () — () — () rT () — () — () — ()« : o — o g= ()« ()«r= o =: r:r . ( Page Fifty-six Canal Currents, Bourne High Schooi Alumni 1937 John Bourne — Massachusetts State College, Mary Colbeth — Barnard College. Bertha Merritt Reade — Massachusetts State College. Ruth Handy — Simmons College. Lloyd Hendrick — University of New Hampshire. 1938 Priscilla Davis — Boston University. Marion Avery — Massachusetts State College. 1939 Genevieve Ansaloni — Simmons College. Doris Dwyer — Massachusetts Memorial Hospital. Pauline Federici — Boston University. Arthur M. Handy — Dartmouth College. Charlotte Pope — School of Occupational Therapy. Barbara Wright — The Perry Kindergarten Normal School 1940 George J. Allietta — Holy Cross. Laurence Barbeau — Bryant College. Constantine Christopulos — Worcester Academy. Kempton Coady, Jr. — Bates College. Alice Corradi — The Mellet School. Kirby Hayes — Massachusetts State College. Betty Lewis — Jackson College. Virginia Mason — Cape Cod Secretarial School. John Murray, Jr. — Worcester Academy. Christine Sempos — Swain School of Design. Constance Swift — Cape Cod Secretarial School. Betsy Small — Stoneleigh Junior College. Thomas Young — Bates College. 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