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

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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

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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

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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