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

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Bourne High School Canal Currents journey over and back and complete the work, about two hours. I start over the Atlantic and wirhm two minutes I am in Germany. I cut the trees, pre- pare the lumber, build the homes and still have two minutes to make the journey home before my magic drink wears off. I start out over the Atlantic. My speed starts dying down. I become very panicky. I try to remain calm. I know it is of no use. Bang! Splash! I open my eyes. I am drenched! But, what am I sitting on? I am on the floor. I had fallen all too hard. I had fallen out of bed and had knocked the water off my night stand all over myself. Whewd Ruth Remick, ’47 Mistaken Identity A S I walked out of the office building and down 52nd Street, a cold damp fog was slowly creeping in from the sea and I could hear the persistent blaring of distant foghorns. As the light was rapidly fading, I tried in vain to signal a taxi and eventually gave it up as impossibl e. Dejectedly I turned once again in the direction of my apartment and also the fog, which was get- ting colder and thicker as the night wore on. After walking a block or so, I found it almost impossible to distinguish my hand before my face. As I stopped to light another cigarette, I noticed the dim outline of a man standing in the doorway on my left. Not desiring to lose my wallet, I quickened my step and with a hasty glance over my shoulder noticed that the man had taken up a position directly behind me. As I quickened my pace, he quickened his, and I was beginning to wonder who was going to win out in the end. It was about this time that I hit upon an idea. -I said to myself, who was I to run away from one man, and decided to wait for my would-be as- sailant in the next doorw’ay. Stepping into the doorvv ' ay I brushed against a shovel and I grasped it quickly, thinking it w ould bolster my courage. It did. I heard his footsteps slowing down as he approached the doorway and then, abruptly, they stopped. I took a firmer grip on the shovel, slowly rais- ing it above my head. I peered out from the doorw ay and could see nothing. I waited, peered out again, and there he was, standing directly in front of me. I raised the shovel higher above my head and was just about to bring it down when I noticed his police uniform. I dropped the shovel with a clatter as if it were a hot iron. The next tw ' O hours I spent at headquarters trying to explain. All be- cause of mistaken identity. George McGovern, ’46 Page P wenty -one

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Canal Currents Bourne High School The End Of Quite A Day A rchie was ripping and raring to proceed with his ski lessons. But to his surprise there was no teacher in sight. To a youth of meek character and limited resources, this would have been a major catastrophe, but to Archie this just opened a whole new field of research. Wliy should he, Archie LaRue, heed the unwelcome assistance of the little, insignificant, wizened in- structor who probably didn’t know how to ski anyhow. Therefore Archie, the unconquerable, proceeded to prove to the doubt- ful world his unlimited courage and initiative. He ventured to the edge of the steep incline and gulped back his heart after practically chewing on it. But not even this darkened the bubbling spirits of Dauntless Archie.” He gave the ski poles a manly push and tore off into snow-filled space. To Archie, it seemed as if Mother Nature had been waiting for this oppor- tunity for centuries on end. The inescapable bottom of the hill loomed nearer, nearer. Poor Archie leaned back on his ski i trying to stop the two man-made monsters which were carrying him to inevitable destruction. On and on he went at a blinding speed. Then, to Archie’s horror and extreme discomfort, a stunted little bush, which to Archie looked like a Redwood, loomed up directly in his path. He tried desperately to turn off to either side and succeeded in doing both. The bush hit poor Archie amidships and nearly split the unlucky lad right up the middle. Archie gingerly felt all over his body for broken bones and concluded that he was what you might call a portable Belgian Bulge” with bumps all over the battered hulk of what had once been a fine specimen of masculine perfection. Archie managed to pick up what was left of himself and smarted the long journey home on footl Upon reaching his house, he immedia ' rclv park- ed himself in front of the fireplace and listened contentedly while the fire crackled and sputtered around what was left of those two malicious strips of hickory called skis. Louis Fougere, ’47 Wonder Woman O NE teaspoon each of salt, pepper, vinegar, mustard, olive oil, ipecac, orange juice, lemon juice, two ground onions, and a piece of garlic. I must add a few frog legs. I will boil it for eight minutes. Then it must cool. It is cool now and I must drink it all within three swallows. One, two, it is gone. Look at me. How I have changed. I have a face like that of Esther Williams, a shape like Betty Grable’s, and the strength of four hundred men. Gracefully I slip into my two-piece aqua skating suit. I don’t need skates or shoes. I am ready for action. Lifting my arms into the air, I say verv softly, Imajr.” Swiftly but gracefully, I swing into the air. Tonight I will go to Germany and rebuild a few hundred homes. It should take, to make the Page Twenty

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Canal Currents Bourne High School Girls — Phooey !! Qhe’S Stupid! Everyone knows she is. Didn’t she flunk English this term. ” Jean grumbled to Babs as they walked down the corridor in Lakeville High School. She never would have passed advanced math if she hadn’t flirted with the teacher, and then Mr. Tyler only gave her a C. She’s an awful flirt! She falls all over every man she sees. She makes me sickW Be careful, Jean. Here she comes now,’’ Babs warned. Hi, Babs. Hi ya, Jean,’’ greeted Susie. Hi, Susie,” returned Babs. Hello,” muttered Jean. Going to the dance tonight. Sue?” Babs inquired. Yes, Joe’s taking me,” she answered. Joe? I thought Jean, didn’t you say that ” No!” Jean snapped. I didn’t say anything of the kind!” But ” There was no need for Babs to continue. Jean’s sulky look answered for her.. Well, ’bye. Kids. See you at the dance tonight,” called Sue as she hur- ried down the corridor. I can’t stand that girl!” Jean began again. I see, I see,” Babs said low under her breath. Vivian Trench, ’46 Suspense I NTO the billowing mass of fog, plunged the Striper,” a small freighter. On board the men’s nerves were drawn as tight as a drum. They stood listening, and waiting for the horn of another ship. Their own horn was blowing loudly at regular intervals. The man in the crow’s-nest had his pow- erful glasses up to his eyes. All of a sudden, out of the dense fog, came the sound of engines. The man in the crow’s-nest shouted, Ship, dead ahead!” All hands on deck,” came the cry, and soon the lifeboats were ready to lower. The men jumped to their stations and the helmsman spun the wheel to get the ship out of the way. Captain Arthur Johnson climbed to his bridge post and peered ahead. All of a sudden, the air was filled with a terrific ex- plosion, made by the grinding impact. The ship was in a wild state of con- fusion. Explosion after explosion followed and the captain felt himself being hurled through the night into the cold, bleak waters. Then he woke with a start. Suddenly, he remembered he was only Arthur Johnson, a sixteen-year- old Junior at Hall High School. His brothers had thrown him into the bath- tub, after pulling him out of bed. Gordon Denison, ’47 Page Twenty -two