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

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Canal Currents Bourne High School ?? Our World Today I N thinking of our situation in the world today, we may say that this could easily be called the critical period of our history. We are confronted by racial problems and serious disagreements between nations and among ourselves. We may in time look back over this situation and think it not so serious. Every problem in the present time seems greatest. But what we do now determines how we can look back upon it. Perhaps our leaders of today feel the same as those in command after the first World War. They did what they believed to be right in confront- ing their problems. Now, here are we some years older in age, but how many years older in wisdom? We are still unable to live together. This is our problem and we must be the masters of it. We are more fortunate than our predecessors; we have their experiences to look back upon. We have their examples if right, to be followed, and if wrong, to be corrected. Here is our land and our world in a critical situation begging to be rescued. And who is there to rescue it? We, young America, and all those who desire a world of brotherhood and peace. All those who want a world for living and following the ideals of right. This is our opponunity, young America; let us grasp it. Jean Gibbs, ’46 Page Eighteen

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Bourne High School Canal Currents CLASS OF 1944 Arthur Anderson — W orking for Coca-Cola, Sagamore Dorothy Bassett — M rs. Dorothy Manter, Wareham Charles Byron — U. S. Army in France Marjorie Cardoza — W orking in Falmouth Clara Cecchi — B ookkeeper in Wallace’s Garage, Buzzards Bay Gertrude Coombs — M rs. Gertrude Trotman, one child Pearl Coombs — S ecretary in Boston Marilyn Crump — B oston Art School Robert Dean — U. S. Navy Barbara Dwyer — W orking in Buzzards Bay Bank Janice Ellis — M rs. Wayne Terrill, Sioux City, Iowa Paha Ellis — W orking in dress factory in Sagamore Elizabeth Fontes — M rs. Elizabeth Charles, California Charles Forbush — U. S. Navy Florence Forlivesi — B ookkeeper at Sorenti’s, Sagamore Martha Gay — C adet Nurse Corps, Massachusetts Memorial Flospital Anna Gibbs — B ridgewater State Teachers’ College Catherine Handy — M iddlebury College, Vermont Wafren Harding — U. S. Army in Korea Charles Harris — U. S. Navy William Hart — U. S. Navy Muriel Handrick — P embroke College Dorothy Jackson — C adet Nurse Corps, Newton Hospital Ruth Jewell — M rs. Ruth Bannock, one child Bertha Johnson — W orking in Buzzards Bay Bank Athena Karalekas — W orking in Buzzards Bay Herbert MacCombie — U. S. Navy Darrah MacLeod — A t home in Pocasset Olga Marchisio — W orking at Telephone Office in Sagamore Mary Mastfrson — M rs. Robert Davis, Buzzards Bay Edward Nemiccolo — U. S. Navy David Nofr s — U. S. Army. North Carolina Ethel Pafrott — W ilfred Academy, Boston Hollis Phinney — W orking at Bouton Factory Juanita Rapose — M rs. Juanita Kreiser, Cleveland, Ohio; one child Hugh Robinson — W orcester Polytechnic Institute William Sampson — U. S. Navy J EA NNE Wa LKER — Washington Oliver Watka — M erchant Marine Irene White — M rs. George Schuster, Sagamore Page Seventeen

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Boume High School Canal Currents First Love OT once had Linda been on a real date, not even to a party with the bunch of girls she went around with. It wasn’t that she was a drip; heavens, far from it! Gosh, some of the girls in the class said that she had the most hubba, hubba clothes in the school — absolutely swoony. The boys all talked to her during class, one of the reasons being that she had the right answers most of the time. But when it came to dates, nix. Now the part that I remember the most clearly about this whole situ- ation was the time we walked into the Sweet Shop on the north side of town and there behind the counter was a new boy, not just an ordinary, frizzy- topped boy, but one with blond hair and the most w ' onderful smile. Well, it so happened that our whole gang was so bored with all the drips in our class that practically everyone immediately began pouring on sugary talk and Bacallish looks. That is, all except Linda; she didn’t even seem interested, simply because this was an old story and one of the other girls always won out. Strangely enough, the new ' boy, Dick was his name, kept staring, and steadily too, at Linda. At first she didn’t notice this; she was too absorbed in her double malted, but one moment she looked up and there he was, star- ing as if she were an angel from heaven or something to that effect. Only now did the gang begin to notice this strange attraction between the two and they were getting pretty sore about it, too. So even before Linda was through, they rushed her out of there as fast as a cat can wink, even quicker. Immediately Betty, one of the girls, spoke up and said, Oh, well, he’s probably a drip, anyway.” Then Joan, one of the nicer girls of the group said ver) ' casually, Oh, yeah? Well, I heard that he’s on the football team at NewTon.” Of course, this made them sit up and take notice but then the matter was quickly forgotten. Linda was walking home slowly after leaving Sue at her corner and she started to think about the new ' boy again and wondered if it had been she at ail whom he had been staring at. It was probably Dolly, the little short girl who was sitting next to her in the booth. Still, she mused, he was awfully cute. Quickly she realized she w ' as already home. Entering the house, she threw ' dow ' n her coat and yelled, What’s for supper. Mom? Was there any mail?” No, dear,” her mother answ ' ered, but there w ' as a phone call from some- one called Dick Reeves.” Did you say Dick Reeves? Are you positive?” Yes, of course.” Linda’s knees felt w ' eak and her head was spinning. Then it wasn’t a mistake; he had been looking at her in the shop. Her thoughts were inter- rupted by her mother saying, Why, who is he, dear?” No one special. Mother. Just one of the gang.” And he is now, she thought to herself, as she dreamily walked into the kitchen. Barbara Anderson, ’47 Page Nineteen