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

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Canal Currents, Bourne High School 0 lol o i o What ' s To Be Your Vocation Have you recently asked yourself, What am I going to do when I graduate from high school? We all ask ourselves this question sometime during our school days but in too many instances the question has been asked too late. During our grammar school days we don’t give too much thought to what we’re going to do — it seems too far in the future to think about. We concentrate for the most part on having fun and getting our homework done each night. Then we graduate from grammar school and the question arises as to what course we shall take in high school. We have to begin to think about our future, somewhat, so that we will be able to choose the course that appeals to us or one that we think will be the easiest. Then, after a year or two, we discover that we have taken the wrong course. And whose fault is it? You’re right — our own. Sometimes we glide calmly through our high school days and then one day we suddenly wake up to the realization that we are Seniors and we soon will be out on our own! In a panic, we decide to do something, anything, so long as it is a vocation. Usually these hasty decisions result in choosing the vocation we are not suited for or one which we don’t like after we’ve been in it for awhile. Contrary to the above people are those who know all their lives what they’re going to be. But these are few and far between ( and lucky! ) . So, one of these days in the near future ( or why not now? ) ask yourself, What am I going to be?’’ Oh, yes, and be sure to answer it! Edith Haslam, ’45 Vage Seventeen

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Canal Currents, Bourne High School ALUMNI CLASS OF ’43 James Adams — A ttending Northeastern University. Elaine Anderson — Employed at Town Hall. Bernard Aylmer — U. S. Army Air Corps. Lucien Bachand — U. S. Navy. Margaret Boffetti — Bridgewater State Teachers’ College. Deane Boyden — Attending U. S. Maritime Academy at Hyannis. Richard Calder — U. S. Navy. George Conley — U. S. Navy. August Cristofori — U. S. Navy. Victor Crump — U. S. Navy Air Corps. Luiggia Cubellis — Employed at Mezza Luna”. Dorothy Dixon — Becker College. Richard Eldridge — U. S. Navy Air Corps. Edward Ellis — U. S. Navy. Ugo Eerrari — U. S. Army. George Handy — U. S. Army. Herbert Holman — U. S. Army. Gloria Holt — Married; living in Hyannis. John Jenkins — U. S. Navy. Robert Lindquist — U. S. Army Air Corps. Lucius Mendes — W orking in Boston. Helen Murray — Simmons College. Joseph Oliva — U. S. Navy. Robert Peebles — S eabees. Alice Perry — Burdett Business College. Elwell Perry — U. S. Maritime Academy, Hyannis. Sheldon Philbrick — U. S. Navy. Odile Robinson — Regis College, Weston, Mass. Franklin Putney — U. S. Army Air Corps. Kendall Silva — U. S. Navy. Bernard Stockley — U. S. Army. Ruth Taylor — Employed in Buzzards Bay. Nathalie Thamalis — Aide at Hartford Retreat. John Thom — U. S. Army Air Corps. Laurence Thompson — Middlebury College. Clayson Tucy — U. S. Army Air Corps. John Weeks — U. S. Navy. Theodore Wing — U. S. Navy. Page Sixteen

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Canal Currents, Bourne High School REMEMBER OUR BOYS Our boys have given up so much To keep all we hold dear Let’s prove to them we understand And back them up with cheer. We all should take our little w ' oes And stop this wailing loud, Eor while we’re safely sleeping Our fliers swarm the clouds. So while our sailors swarm the seas For dangers lurking there, Ask God’s protection for our boys With an extra mighty prayer. Donald Philbrick, ’45 THE HOME FRONT From the fronts of far off Italy To the oft-bombed ruins of Wake Our boys are hitting them With more than they can take. They are making every sacrifice That goes with this great war So don’t just stop and count your bonds Go out and buy some more. Edward Nemiccolo, ’44 DOC’S” DILEMMA I wonder if I’ll see the day When I can throw my ration books away. When points of blue or green or red Stop giving pains to my poor head — When I can go into a store And find no sign upon the door To say my favorite brand of peach Has sailed ten points beyond my reach. When I can buy a piece of steak And still a leg of mutton take; And count my wealth by cash, instead Of counting it in tokens red. The day I hear the end of strife Will be the happiest in my life; And when I throw my points away Will come close second to that day. Charles A. Forbush, ’44 CANAL CURRENTS THE SIGN How wonderful will be that day When won and over is this war When things like 4-F and 1-A Mean only some apartment door. Marie Cristofori, ’45 ♦ — ♦ - « SEASONS Spring has come We’re not that dumb Not to know the signs We keep up with the times. Summer was here And we could cheer School was out We didn’t pout! Winter is going So put away your sewing Come enjoy the Spring And let’s all sing! Millicent Jarvis, ’45 THE VICIOUS CIRCLE We get up in the morning ( Or should I say we’re dragged out? ) With no incentive for anything. Because we all are fagged out. But, anyway, we make ourselves Presentable for the day. And stagger up the steps of school. And are started on our way. We study and we worry. And we make ourselves half crazy What with make-up work and all kinds of tests. And stuff on which we are hazy. But finally we’re home again We flop into a chair Another day is o’er,” we say And just wait for supper right there. The time drags on and then we find. Our bedtime here, and then. To our dismay, we realize, School Joo« starts all over again! Virginia Snow, ’45 Page EigJoteen