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

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Canal Currents, Bourne High School The Junior Girls Ideal Boy Every girl has a secret dream of an ideal boy. Perhaps she dreams of a big he-man like Clark Gable or maybe she dreams of a singer like Frank Sinatra. A boy doesn’t have to be handsome or famous to be an ideal boy„ as long as he has certain definite qualities. -c We Junior girls all agree that there is no ideal boy; that he is imaginary, existing only in our dreams. However, if there were an ideal boy, he would be tall, from five feet eight to six feet, and would possess either medium or dark brown wavy hair and blue eyes. He would have an average build, w’hich would be fairly athletic, and very good posture. He would be neat in appear- ance, knowing the right colors and clothes to wear. The most important thing about him would be his personality. He would be well liked by everyone, both boys and girls, and would be a good mixer. He would have a good sense of humor, knowing not only how ' to give jokes but also how to take them. He would be a good w ' inner as well as a good loser. All girls like good dancers and we are no exceptions. Also we go for good manners and a person who is a good conversationalist, one who can keep up his end of the conversation. Our ideal would be thoughtful and considerate of others and ambitious to get ahead. He would have to be whil- ing to work hard to get somewTere. We definitely do not like a conceited person, but as all boys are conceited to a certain extent, we have to expect a little conceit. Our ideal w ' ouldn’t be too handsome, for then he would be too conceited and too much competition might arise. He wouldn’t be giggly nor would he act silly. Last, but far from least, he would engage in sports and be a good athlete. From the above description, you can perhaps see w ' hy w e are w ondering, Will w ' e ever find the boy in our mind, the one who is our ideal?” The Junior Boys ' Ideal Girl While girls are dreaming of their ideal boy, the boys are also doing some dreaming about their ideal girl. They have some definite qualities w ' hich they think an ideal girl should have, too. The boys aren’t as exacting about the looks of the girl as the girls are about the looks of the boy. The Junior boys’ ideal girl, on the whole, would have either blond or medium brown hair and either blue or hazel eyes, ac- cording to the color of hair. She would have a Peaches and Cream” com- plection and definitely a super figure. She would be from five feet to five feet six inches tall and very neat in appearance. She w ould always w ear clothes that become her and dress right for all occasions. She would w ear little or no make-up, depending on how she looked with it. She would be well educated and refined. She would have a good repu- tation, with both the younger and older people of the town. She would be a good housekeeper and an excellent cook, able to whip up tasty dishes at a moment’s notice. Page Nineteen

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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

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Canal Currents, Bourne High School Very important would be the fact that she w ' ouldn’t go out wdth every Tom, Dick, and Harr) ” She would be loyal to the boy she was going with. She would be able to carry on an intelligent conversation and would be up to date on current events and especially she would know something about spons, all of which should interest her. Above all she would have a pleasing personality. She should be able to get along with the boy’s friends and be well liked by everyone. The boys all agree that there is no ideal girl” living, that she is just a dream. Oh well, they can dream, can’t they? The Most Unforgettable Character I ' ve Met She probably isn’t a person one w ' ould ever notice in a group. She’s only a little over five feet tall, rather slight and her hair is quite gray. Her face is a little sad but her eyes are bright and in spite of her seventy-one years, her step is quick and alert, and the amount of work she accomplishes in a day would put many a young person to shame. Her youngest daughter is an invalid and to her she is devoted. This is a twenty-four hour job in itself but her apparently unlimited supply of love for doing things for others finds her at the bedside of any of her family or friends who need her care. I know that she has held the hand of many a dying neighbor and has eased the sorrows of those left behind. A call for help in the middle of the night to accompany a friend to the hospital or to help a young mother whose baby is ill. has always been answered wfith, Of course I’ll come.” Hot biscuits, cake, or pie are always being made and sent to some one who doesn’t cook or perhaps liyes alone. She is very clever wdth the needle, so calls come to hem a dress or shorten a coat for some one who is going off for a special occasion. She always finds the time to do it and sends the young folks off happy for a gay affair in their new ' clothes. On one occasion w ' hen her three girls w ' ere small, they were all dressed up for Easter in new ' dresses, hats, and coats, and on their w ' ay to church, when someone remarked how ' w ' ell they looked and then asked w ' here her own new ' coat w ' as, the reply was that next Sunday w ' ould be her turn. That is an example of her life — complete devotion to her family w ' ith thoughts of herself last. This unforgettable cha’-acter is Ding” — Ding” to me and our im- mediate family but my maternal grandmother to others. She has been Ding” ever since I could first say a few w ' ords. Just w ' hy I called her that has alw’ays been a mvsterv ' but oerhaps if my baby thoughts could have been interpreted, the reason w ' ould have been found. Perhaps the sure and steady dintj. dong of a bell svmbolized to me the ste.idfast and enduring love of my Ding,” even to my baby mind. Thelma Row ' e, ’46 Page Twenty