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

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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

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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 Cure-alls Years ago, back in the era B. S. (Before Sinatra) when little Johnny or Susie broke out in a rash, developed the sniffles, or complained of a pain. Mother knew exactly what to do to get the youngster back to normal. Some cough medicine, hot lemonade, a few pink pills, and a good stiff dose of castor oil usually made the child feel like a young colt and gave the needed strength to carry on the destruction of the neighbors’ cherry trees, and the supreme task of worrying the school teacher to a point of distraction. But all that has passed with the bustle, hip flask, and high buttoned shoes. Some- thing horrible has happened! It seems that hundreds of diseases which Grandmother never heard of are ever present in all human beings and that if they are not treated, they will put us all in early graves, or, at least, leave us tottering old wrecks before we’ve reached the age of thirty. Strangely enough, it has only been since we’ve all been able to afford radios that these unknown diseases have been discovered. One need only to turn the dial any time, day or night, and at least six new terrible diseases with the most fantastic names will be revealed to the listener. You are prob- able feeling like a June-bug in a barrel of cider,” fit to whip your weight in wildcats, but after listening to the announcer shout at you that you are suffe r- ing even now from some kind of itis” that will shorten your span of life, you begin to wonder if your feeling of well-being amounts only to an illusion, after all. But, don’t despair, for the smooth, silky voice promises you relief in a cure-all that can be had if you will only rush to the nearest drug store, put your quarter on the counter, and ask for an economy size package of Dr. Dinglehoofer’s Multiple Vitamin Tablets! In this age of change and increasing knowledge of the unknown, my only wish is that as quickly as these new diseases are discovered, some genius will produce a cure for each one. I’m afraid if this doesn’t happen, these yet un- named ills will overtake us all and soon wdpe out the human race. Athena Karalekas, ’44 Simply Impossible Hey! Wait a minute, Clark!” yelled Jack from the other side of the school yard. Hurry up. then! I’ve got to take this masterpiece home and show the old man,” answered Clark from his place at the hedge, near the edge of the school lot. It was a beautiful spring day, the kind you read about in those pas- sionate novels. The trees were in their full splendor and the small towm w as still and peaceful that afternoon, up until two o’clock, when the local high school let out. It was a memorable day in the heart of each and every member of the Junior class of Bourne High School. This thing that had finally happened had a direct effect on the lives of each and every student. It w as wonderful. Page Twenty -one