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

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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

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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

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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