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

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MANET ll more often. He was on the outs over at Tufts, and he won his match in 40 seconds. Basketball isn't the only indoor sport Capl' Bryan participates in. You really should have seen him cutting out paper hearts for the Valentine Dance decorations . . . Yoo-hoo Cappy. If you want the real low-down on the Skippy program, see Dutchy Taber . . . Had your Wheaties yet Dutch? We notice that Andy Kelley and Anna Cashman are always absent on the same day. Vile breathe more easily now that the basket- ball team has returned from Danvers intact . . . Maybe there should have been a longer visit in a few cases. VVhat's the purpose of this luncheon club that's held in 302? . . . Even the members don 't know. It used to be the boys with B. O. or halitosis who didn 't fit with the ladies. Now it 's the wrestling squad with their grizzily bear hug. The happy medium between hot and cold has been found at last. Dick Gould solved the problem at a Hi-Y supper. He dunks his ice cream in his cocoa. If you think that Kenny Patten and the boys put on a good wrestling match you should have been on the bus with the basketball squad on the return trip from Taunton . . . Hey Rube. That's all for the present, we ,ll be back in the graduation number with more Northern Exposures. BELIEVE IT OR NOT By Harold V. Scollin, 9-1 A PUZZLE By H. Irene 1Villard. 10-1 Dorothy E. Stebbins, 9-1 If you really can't guess, look on the last page for the answers. 1 2 3 -l .J G T S U 14 P 1 1 1 2 1 3 1-1 15 16 17 15 19 2-il 21 22 23 2-1 23 26 27 28 'fo 30 31 32 33 3-1 35 36 37 38 The answer is a teacher's name. . A kind of meat. . A11 uncivilized person. . To mark up. . V Piece of automobile equipment. . A maker of famous cough drops. . To search. . Action of a snake. . A Christmas song. . What tire does. . A night light. . An ex-1'resident. . Inventor of the cotton gin. . A non-color, . Almost a miser. . A popular game plus . A di1'E'tfliu11. . A Szlilor. . -Vost. . One who cares for horses . A frontier scout. . A great Macedonian king. . A way to cook meat. . A member of the President's Cabinet. . A mayor. . A Civil War general. . Avllill is used to tix a flat tire? . The form that prairie grass takes. . A Quincy market. . A bill collector. . A near-by airport. . A famous authoress. . A poet of renown. . A famous comedian. . The name of a song. . A pilgrim who came from England on the May- flower. . A local politician. . A famous statesman. . A famous dancer. The wrestling team is made up of weaklings. CHRYSALIS The carnival was not a big financial success. The traffic problems are all solved and the corridors are very quiet. Bill Feurtado is all skin and bones. The North Quincy-Quincy basketball game was poorly attended. Miss Parker has never been seen to smile. The Varsity Folliesw looked distinctly feminine. Mr. Rogers has never been heard to utt-r a big word. The school dunces are in 12-1. Mr. Collins never uses the word Nthereforew when speaking. By Hazel Borne I am too much myself. I would I could go from myself. Leave me like a shell, Like a dragon fly, new-born, Emerging from its chrysalis 1Vitl1 damp and trailing wings. And I would poise Rejoicing in my 11ew-found being On a swayed green stem. Ifntil I felt my wings grow strong with sun. Then would I soar and dart and spin, The sun reiiecting from my wings New radiances. New motions would I find New songs. new tears- The old restrictions gone, of fear and hate, Of shame, of sorrow, and regret, And I a newer. lighter. brighter thing.

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MAN ET 13 BROKEN FLIGHT By Janet Adair, 12-2 The short story, BROKEN FLIGHT, is a plot nar- rative written in the form of four brief episodes, each suggestive of intervening action. Continuity and plot are secured by carefully articulated conversation, sug- gesting. at the same time, the characters, the setting, and the situation. Dependence on this technique alone for a full rounded story interest leaves too much to the reader's imagination. Too many details necessary to his understanding and interest are left unexplained. A fuller development of the situation implied by the plot would have made a more effective story Without violation of this type of narrative. It is a commend- able experiment in condensation which succeeded too well. Honorable mention. Starlight filtered through the dusty windows of the weather-beaten shop, illuminating a deserted interior. A battered sign swung on creaking hinges outside the door, but the, men and women who made a beaten path to old Sven's shop would not have noticed it even if it had been legible, for they knew he made the finest skiis in the winter sports world. A tow headed boy sat in half shadow on the door sill with three packages beside him. The steady trot of hoofs muffled in the dust of the country road became audible. The youngster gathered his possessions, and as the wagon came out of the wood and stopped, swung himself up beside the driver. The horse started and this conversation drifted in monosyllables. Don't cry boy? CCN0.77 The sign sighed in the wind. 9? S? 3? 3? Vvllf-311 the huge liner docked in New York, a man and woman met the bewildered blonde child, ward of the dead Sven, whom curious passengers had found so unresponsive. HThat all the parcels you have, kid? Now, Gus, let him alone. He doesn't under- stand English. Are those your clothes, Arne? the woman asked in Swedish, indicating the bundles. 'tClothes, no, he spoke with scorn. t'These are my skiis and that is the cup I won at the winter carnival. 'tI'll take care of them, said Gus, but they didn't reach Montreal the first week, or the second week, or ever at all. He'll be too much expense anyway, Helvi. God knows we didn't want him in the first place. He looks strong, but he won't be much good on the farm so shut up now and I'll buy you a new dress with some of the money. Didn't think a couple of sticks of sandpapired wood could be worth so much. 2? SG S? S? A small black figure flashed down the ski run, crouched, leaped, soared through space, and landing on the steep slope completed the jump by a perfectly turned stop. The crowd gasped with admiration, and already the last of the junior skiers was approaching the take off. Ex- pectant faces craned upward. The air balanc- ing was perfect, but as the skis struck the icy descent, the audience hushed, horror stricken. In a crumpled heap the boy slid down the steep incline, lying still as death, one ski slithering to the bottom, the other tangled under him. A man dashed out, and cutting the rotted leather, fastening the flattened and roughly but pains- takingly hewn barrel stave to the boy's foot, lifted him in his arms, walking carefully down the human lane to a car, and drove off. For days the white figure lay unconscious in the doctor's bedroom, one leg in a cast, the head swathed in bandages except for a single Z -,Y X 1 , , --,-.H QQ? X,-v fn- e we v I -v ,I ,r .,,, X l , r ing I, X i I UF .Q ' KS' Yvwz f' fl Z' , X I Y f . ' QLgyvf f ff N . N iixx A ix x xxkl U janet Adair tuft of yellow hair. Thus he was addressed, Well, 'Sonny', the doctor would say each day in a more worried voice, 'tabout time you came to. It was five weeks before the blue eyes hazily opened. Hi, Mister, what happend? Oh, you took a tailspin when the strap on your hundred dollar skiis broke. t'VVhy does my leg feel so heavy? Did I break it? Yes, and your head too. Pretty wise kid to stay unconscious till you're almost all better, aren't you? 'tAre Gus and Helvi llG1'9?H 'Nof' 4Am I going to stay? 'tMaybe. By the way, how did you happen to enter the contest with those shoe boxes? In Sweden my uncle made skiis, the best in the world. I won a cup. Gus got mad with me one day and said he took them to a pawn shop. I hate Gusf? A week later a car bounced up the rutty drive to a ramshackle farmhouse. A slatternly looking woman came to the door and closed it after the doctor. You don 't think I did wrong, Mister? Gus rin 't even been nice to me since the boy arrived. 4 G CC