North Quincy High School - Manet Yearbook (North Quincy, MA)

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MA AUTUMN LANDSCAPE The rough country lane ran beside a twist- ing and churning stream. The white .foam bubbled and swirled around big rocks in its bed. Beside the stream stood stately flaming scarlet, green, and orange leaved maples. The leaves were falling from the trees that were swaying in the gentle wind and covering the sunburned grass with patches of brightly colored leaves. The land on the other side of the stream was thickly wooded, and moss formed a rich, soft, dark green carpet beneath the stately trees. The sky overhead was a misty blue with pearly white clouds scudding along in the wind. DOROTHY LEONARD, 9-8. A GOOD LESSON One very cold afternoon in January, just as we were dismissed from school, Mary, dragging along her sled, ran to catch up with me. Mr. Hanes, who was hauling a large hay load to the railroad station offered to take us along with him. Although he told us to sit up on top of the load, we insisted that we were going to hitch our sled to a dangling chain and sit upon it. Isn't this just grand? said Mary, sitting down on the sled and facing me. Everything was all right until we came to our journey's end, then things began to hap- pen. Mr, Hanes must have forgotten we were here, I said, while the big sled kept steadily sliding over the snow. Oh! that's all right, Mary informed me. '4I'll just slide off the end 211161 you follow suit. It sounded very simple and it was on Mary's part, for she slid off and was left sitting sweetly in the middle of the 1'oad. Now it was my turn. I slid off about half way, when my brand-new dress caught on a nail and held me fast. My first effort was to get the other half of me back on the sled, but all in vain. The next minute I was on the ground and the sled was on top of me. Mary tried to help 1llC back on the sled, but without success. Just then a strange thing happened. The rope on the sled broke and I was left in a bed of snow, with a rip in my dress from one side to the other, and my hands stinging furiously. AURELIA SANFORD, 9-9. C O A TARPON SPRINGS. FLORIDA Situated on the west coast of Florida, at the mouth of the Antaclote River is the little town of Tarpon Springs. It is especially noted for being the home of the Greek Sponge Fisheries. Along the waterfront are the wharves where the ridiculous little boats tie up. The boat we are to go on was named after Calvin Coolidge. N E T I? These boats are manned mostly by Greeks and are gone for weeks at a time, miles into the Guli in search of sponges. When' the boat reaches the best fishing grounds the men drop anchor. They make ready the diver who is attired in a heavy rubber suit, and rubber shoes with lead soles to weigh him down in the water. His helmet is made of copper with round glass set in it to enable him to see. After he is helped into his suit the men tie the life and the signal line to his helmet the back. The to go over the down into the his daring trip and the air hose is screwed into ladder is now lowered for him side of the boat and part way water. Thus we see him begin to the bottom of the gulf. VVhen he has landed on the bottom he takes his small rake and be- gins to gather the sponges and put them into l1is large net basket. We will know when this is filled because there will be a number of short jerks on the signal line. This signals the atten- dants on the deck of the boat to pull him up. The boats are homeward bound and the men are anxious to reach their home port and their families. They have arrived! What a wonder- ful sight to us tourists! The boats are tied up with gay colors and the sponges are laid out ready to be taken to the warehouse to be bleached. The warehouse looks like a court with cells on all sides. The boat I take most notice of is the boat which I have been on. It has its array of colored flags strung from the top of the mast aft to the stern and forward to the bow. The little boat is all white except for two orange and blue stripes that go around it. After I leave the boats and walk up the wharf I notice an old diver 's suit out in front of a store whose sign reads Curio Shop. This looks very interesting because of the nu- merous displays of shells and sea fossils in the windows. I decide to go inside. An ex-sponge diver who had become stooped with tl1e pressure of the deep water comes up and asks, How do you like Tarpon Springs? Fine, I answer, I think it is a very nice- town and I think the waterfront is interesting' with its fleet of sponge boats. We are very proud of Tarpon Springs,' he says. 'tWould you like to see the store? He shows me around the store and explains: what everything is. One thing that I like best is the pink and lavender sea fern. This is one of the most beautiful works of nature that 3 have ever seen. Several other things that are of interest are the salmon colored coral the ! 0 n , sponge baskets containing little plants, and the shell souvenirs. I am, sorry to leave the old gentleman and his curio shop, but as I am due back in St. Petersburg at six-thirty, I must be an my wan, to the bus terminal. ' NANCY PLUMMER, 8-10.

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.16 MAZNET of them to work on board the ship. From time to time the remaining members of the crew were made to walk the plank until at last only :ny great-great-great grandfather and another ,sailor were left. .Naturally he was always planning to save himself and for every one of his old friends killed, his desperation increased. One day, by some kind of a ruse, they managed to get the whole pirate crew down into the hold. Quick as a Hash one of the captives grabbed an ax and stationed himself at the only hatch of the hold. As soon as one of the pirates reached up to swing himself out if the hold he had his fingers chopped off. The other captive was forced to manage the sailing of the vessel by himself. By heroic efforts, staying awake both day and night for five days, they finally reached an English port ivln-re the pirate ship was turned over to the authorities. According to law, the two captives, who had 'urned captors, received one half of the valua- tion of the ship and its cargo as their prize money. My great-great-great grandfather took his share of the prize and returned home to his native land, Norway, where he soon lost all of it. The other man settled down in England and apparently prospered. Sometimes we were inclined to tnink that iny great grandmothers story was greatly colored since we could find no trace of this pirate money in the family. However, as cir- cumstantial evidence, she offered the following events to which she could personally bear wit- ness. One day a letter arrived from England, very heavy and covered with official seals. The letter was addressed to my great-great grand- father and his brothers. It contained a will. The will stated that Miss -- was the -.laughter of the man who had remained in England. She was unmarried and had no relatives. Many times, however, had her father told her about the man who was with him on rhe pirate ship. She knew of nobody more en- titled to her estate than the descendants of this man. She therefore willed them all her pos- sessions in England, and the will went on to list these. But what did these uncouth sailors know about law? They took the letter to their em- ployer, a member of one of Norway's most prominent families. He very generously offered 'o go to England as their representative. This offer, of course, they gladly accepted and in- 'rusted him with the will and the other neces- sary papers, but failed to take a receipt for the same. After a few weeks this man returned from England and told them that the whole thing 'vas based on a misunderstanding and that there was no money or property to be had. This man, however, who was known to his em- ployees as a comparatively poor man, had nevertheless, while in England been able to buy a good sized clipper ship with a full cargo of silks and linens. With this he established himself as a merchant. But, I guess, re- marked my great grandmother, Hthere was no luck attached to those kind of riches, because he failed. My father once showed me this man's grave and tombstone. I was , of course, too young to remember this, but, my father later told me' that while all other members of the family of this man had long beautiful stories about their accomplishments engraved upon their tomb- stones, this has a name only. The stone seems to say, The less said the better! And thus ends the story of the pirate for- tune won once and lost twice. INGE THORNTON, 9-4. CYCLONE As we drew into Cleveland the clock of a church struck twelve. At the time we did not realize the experience ahead. Behind, the sky rapidly blackened. Looks like a thunder- storm, remarked a man on a street corner. In fifteen minutes a slight wind arose. In another fifteen minutes we were forced to stop. Then, all at once, rain began to fall so fast that it became impossible to see. The wind arose to gale force. People clung to telephone poles to keep from being blown away. Glass-plate windows were blown in, forms came out of a department store window and went off down the street. In another part of the city a roof was lifted off a building. Cars were stalled in four or five feet of water, although the storm only lasted forty-five minutes. All through the city, trees were uprooted, tele- graph poles were down, cars were stalled and many sections were washed out. This was my first experience with a lake storm. ROBERT STEVVART, 9-4. THANKS The day dawned blue and clear and cold, White frost adorned our roof, Sweet laughter chimed from out-of-doors, And this alone is proof- That the day of the year has come at last To make a joyful throng More joyous yet, to have them feel Like shouting-all day long. Each head and heart remembers well The days so long ago When Pilgrim Fathers dropped their arms And forgave their bitter foe. They seated them and fed them long, And heaped their platters high . With love and hope and friendliness To thank our Lord on high. Allan Power, 9-9.

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18 MANET AN ALASKAN ADVENTURE In northern Alaska just after the gold rush, .nany people could be seen walking around their new homes talking, joking and watching Jther people. Among them was Bud Hunter and his father. Bud was sixteen and enjoyed many privileges such as fishing, hunting. trap- ping, and shooting. On this day Bud wanted to go fishing in the stream three miles away. When the time came the weather was very nad. Snow was falling. The next morning when Bud awoke he found tt was just the kind of day he had been wishing for. He aroused his father. They lit the fire and ate breakfast. Then they gathered their fishing rods, lines, sinkers, bait, and Set off. After a mile of walking, the snow began to fall. As luck would have it, Bud remembered that he had left his gun at home, so he said to his father, You go on to Billy Paul's store, and wait until I come. The plan was agreed upon and Bud left for home on the run. Shortly he stopped to catch his breath. The snow was coming down still faster and Bud knew that fishing was out of the question un- less they could do so through the ice. Bud reached home, got his gun from the hook in' the wall and set out again, this time for Pauls store. The snow was now blinding and Bud had to pick his way along. It was in this kind of weather that bears came out of the hiding places. Almost at once the expected happened. From out a snowy blanket emerged -1 brown bear. The boy raised his gun to his shoulder. He would, however, not shoot unless the bear attacked him first, because his father had always told him that a wounded bear was -langerous. Not daring to move, Bud let the animal approach. He stood dead in his tracks .ind looked at the bear which seemed to be alarmed at this strange upright figure which neither moved nor spoke. Bud had heard that peopleused to feign death. Thereupon, he fell prostrate to the ground, daring to breathe only at the most necessary moment. As Bud had anticipated, the bear came over, sniffed at him and lumbered away. But the boy had ex- perienced so much excitement and fear that he ivas exhausted and weak, so weak that he tnade no attempt to rise. Finally he became numb and wanted very much to sleep. Meanwhile his father became impatient and --et out to find the imp As he trudged through the snow he came to a footprint of a hear, partly covered by snow. The man, ordinarily, would have been overjoyed at the prospects of a skin, but not now. He plodded yn, and quite unexpectedly came upon a prone dgure. He turned it over. It was Bud. .Not for some hours did the boy recover, sufficiently to tell his story. And then he slept again. I ROBERT NAVIN, 8-9. MYSTERY One night I went to the moving picture show. Both the pictures were mystery ones. When I left I glanced fearfully at the dark sides of the street. I was scared! When I got home I went right to bed. Suddenly, aware of a heavy tap on my shoulder, I opened my eyes. There were five images in the room. They had what seemed to be big sacks over their heads. They also had arms striped green and blue. Their finger nails were long on one hand and short on the other. Part of the time I could only see half of them. Sometimes I could see none. They couldn't seem to keep still for they were mov- ing all the time, even when staying in one place, something as a humming bird does. They forced me out of bed and outside! I tried to move, but I couldn't! I just seemed to fioat along on the ground! I floated about a mile with them back of me. We tinally came to a big precipice, about five hundred feet high. I was pushed to the edge! I was given a little push and the peculiar force which had kept me from falling was withdrawn! I started to fall! I screamed! I suddenly found myself on the floor. My mother was asking me what had happened and I was trying to explain. The peculiar force which held me up may be explained by my covers, which were tucked in under the mattress so that when I was ahnost off the bed, my covers held me up until they became loose, then I fell. The rest of the dream may be explained by the mystery pictures. NVILLIAM FOX, 8-2. CHRISTMAS EVE ' Christmas Eve was all silent and still, Except for a noise on the window sill. We all crept up to see what it was, And to our surprise it was Santa Claus! He jumped to the floor, and then with a wink He filled our stockings right up to the brink. Then he moved toward the Christmas tree. And what do you think he gave to me! YVhy, some beautiful skates, so shiny and bright, They dazzled my eyes by the iire-light. I wanted to thank him, but he had gone, Dashing with reindeer over the lawn. Beverly Sweatt, 7-1. THE FROG AND THE FLY Once upon a time an old frog, who was very wise, was sitting on a lily pad in the middle of Laughing Brook. A fly happened to be passing by and the frog called out, 'fAh! my dear young lady. won't you come over and sing to me? Your voice soothes meg Now this foolish little lady fiy was very young, and she didn 't know any better than to go over to the frog. The frog clamped her in his hands and held her tight. She pleaded, but it was no use. The frog just