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

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Canal Currents, Bourne High School LINES ON A SHEET OF PAPER Sometimes it’s necessary to do something hard and You don’t wanta, And you struggle along simply because you know That you hafta. Such a problem is writing a poem for an English Assignment. It can make the gears in your head go out of Alignment. Poems are not easy but an essay is not Any easier, And I’d rather write poems ’cause they’re quicker And lazier. So as long as a poem is all that the teacher Required; I wouldn’t write any more, even if I Were hired. Anyway, I’m tired. Charles H. Harris, Jr., ’44 BLUE MONDAY” I lay there dreaming of Frankie, He was singing only to me. He was crooning a sweet love song. As we sailed over the sea. Next I glimpsed Orson Welles. He came riding towards me Charging on a great white horse. And picked me up by force. Just as I was dreaming of Tyrone, I heard a piercing sound. It was Monday morning again And my alarm had come unwound. Edith Haslam, ’45 MY MODEL T” I think that I shall never see A car as rattly as my Model T; I was tearing down the road ’bout half past four When Bang! Crash! Boom!” and off fell the door; I soon got it on and started off with a swoosh. But stopped very quickly when I collided with a bush; Once, rounding a corner, the motor (?) gave a sigh And I hopped out and looked to find the gas tank dry; After a long, long push up the steep, steep hills At last I got home and took my vitamin pills; Now, take my advice and don’t be enticed To buy an old Model ”T”, no matter what the price! David Norris, ’44 AN EPISODE Joe was a fat man, Jim wasn’t thin. They both were trying To get in. Through the door Of a hall. Then there started A terrible brawl, Jim swung first, Joe swung last; Joe’s left thinking Why go so fast?” Herbert MacCombie, ’44 Page Twenty -six

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Canal Currents, Bourne High School my voice and said, People Will Say Were in Love.” They sang it, and how! 1 thanked them and shakily walked on. I finally reached the grocery and still in a trance, I went in and up to the counter. But instead of our grouchy old grocer standing there, there stood Helmut Dantine! I was supposed to get some liver, but who can talk about liver with Dantine around! I managed to gasp out the words, take my change and liver, to go stumbling out. As I passed the post-office, I went in to see if there was any main. There was, so I went over to the window and who should wait on me but the lovely red-headed Greer Garson. This was too much. I grabbed the mail, ran out, and started for home lickety split. I began to think I was crazy and my nerves were all shot. As I ran up the road, a car came up along side of me and slowed down. The door nearest me opened and a masculine voice inquired, Would you like a lift, young lady. ” 1 stopped. I knew that voice!! Hadn ' t 1 heard it hundreds of times before! I looked at the speaker — straight into the face of Walter Pidgeon! I thought, I really am crazy,” and let out a shriek. But no, it wasn’t my scream I heard, but the ringing of the bell, which meant that third period was over. No wonder I don’t know anything about Hamlet! Edith Haslam, ’45 TONIGHT FOR ALWAYS Tonight as I sit by my window And gaze at the stars far above I am basked with the silvery moonlight And o’erwhelmed by the beauty of love. I pray, as I watch with amazement The wonder of God’s glorious night. That He will grant me faith and courage. The strength to do that which is right. Waiting and working and dreaming For the future and all that it brings Of new service, deep love, and more guidance For those glorious, abiding things. Anna Gibbs, ’44 Page Twenty -five

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Canal Currents, Bourne High School September 8, 1943 was the big day (?). The Freshmen filed bravely in and immediately set out to find their homeroom. The Juniors proudly walked upstairs to their new homeroom, for at last we had reached the top floor! The Sophomores were happy; they wouldn’t be referred to as little Freshmen” any more. The Seniors acted like any Seniors, sophisticated. Thus began another year at Bourne High. Mr. Warner, our new shop teacher, is taking Mr. Rich’s place. Mr. Rich has entered the Navy. The Athletic Association was soon organized. The officers chosen were: Robert Dean, President; Linwood Small, Vice-President; Bertha Johnson, Treasurer. This year the sale of war bonds and stamps began with a boom. Miss Tuomi is in charge with the following class treasurers: Freshman Class, Ruth Raymond; Sophomore Class, Jean Gibbs; Junior Class, Marilyn Wing; Senior Class, Martha Gay. The first part of October found the sale of magazine subscriptions in full swing, after Mr. Del Obert of the Crowell-Collier Publishing Company gave the students a pep talk on doubling the amount we made the year before. Marilyn Crump was appointed head captain with a captain in each class: Leona Dwyer, Freshman; Thelma Rowe, Sophomore; Marie Cristofori, Junior; Bertha Johnson, Senior. This year we netted over $200.00, compared to last year’s $128.73. The Sophomores sold the most subscriptions. The Juniors, the least. Therefore, the Juniors served the Sophomores ice cream. The Juniors have a one-star service flag up for William Towers, who left us in October to join the Navy. Page Twenty -seven