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

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2 C9 IVIANET those about, their cries mingled with the bab- bled voices of the people produced- a confusing volume of noise, drowning the more pleasing murmur of the little brook winding its way through tl1e darkened groves. The whole set- ting rested on a kind of low precipice overlook- ing the country side, Occasionally the shrill notes of the quickly moving music for the country dances could be heard as the dancers circled about. Entertainments were staged on elevated platforms lighted by lanterns or oil lamps, the light lost from these reflecting on the bystanders showed a wide selection of physiognomies. Cheers broke out from the crowd as the affair was now in full swing. In this fashion the little bazaar went far into the night, till, at last, fatigue brought de- parture. Gradually the crowd dispersed, mov- ing slowly in all directions, with many a head dizzy from joy or liquor. As the last traces of laughter faded into the cool nocturnal atmos- phere, the tiny brook once again broke the stillness of the mountain silence-and once more all was at an end. THE THREE BEARS By J. Douglas Vedoe, 9-I On the Ziegler Polar Expedition of 1903305 were two young Swedes, Jolm and Anton XVest- erberg. Jolm was the youngest man on the expedition. The two had many exciting and amusing experiences. Among these was the time when John shot a bear that Anton had already killed. Of course this sounds impos- sible, but anything is possible in the North. The ship lay in winter quarters in Teplitz Bay, Franz Josef Land Cnow called Fritjof Nansen Landl. Surrounding the Bay was a large glacier. Anton accompanied by a. few dogs headed out for the glacier one day. Wlieii he reached the top, he sat for a while admir- ing the scenery. The dogs presently discovered ai female bear and two cubs on the ice. Anton put on his skiis and took a long glide to the ice. The cubs were under the bear and every time the dogs attacked the cubs would run out and chase them. VVhile this was happening Anton came up from behind a hummock and waited until the dogs were out of the way. His first bullet was detiected by a piece of ice. He had better luck with his second, and killed a cub. Witli his third and last shot he wounded the bear. Not daring to stay much. longer with the wounded bear he headed back to the America for sledges and men. The wind had blown the snow into waves which made it very hard to handle the skis. Fonsequently Anton's skiis crossed and he was thrown. His gun flying over his shoulder hit his nose and left a. big gash. Though bleeding profusely he reached the ship, NVith his wound bound, and accompanied by men Anton started for the bears. Along the way they met John who had also shot a bear. They took him along to get his bear, Whelq they came to the scene of Anton 's fight, John claimed that that was the place where he had killed his bear! Let us go back a bit and start with Jolm. A little while after Anton had left, John went, on a trip. He circumnavigated the glacier and came to the scene of the fight between Anton and the bear. The bear that Anton thought he had wounded, he had, mortally so. Wlieii John came, the bear was dead. She was lying down with one cub beside her and another frisking around. This looked so lifelike that Jolm took a shot at her, a11d thought he killed her. Wlieii the puzzle was put together, Jolm was laughed at for many a day. A pathetic scene was presented before the day was over. You will remember only one cub was killed. Anton tried to catch the other, but had a very hard job of it. The cub would evade every move made in his direction. Fin- ally it ran up to a hummock and started to rub its back against it. Anton came up from be- hind, put the muzzle o his rifle to the baek of the cub 's neck, and fired. Thus ends the tale of The Three Bears. DIARY OF RAGS, A LOVESICK DOG By James E. Hawco, 9-1 February 27-Fritzy said no. February 28-I was introduced to the most beautiful creature. Her name is Snoots. March 1-Weiit. out to play in the' snow. Met that new girl Snoots, Havenit proposed yet, March 2.-Prepared my proposal. I think I will bring home the bacon. Pardon me: I mean Snoots. March 4-Met Snoots. Became very much em-- barrassed and didn 't say anything. March 5-Received a book called, HOW to Make Love, by Paul Bowser. Changed the words of my proposal. I am glad I delayed it. March 7-Met Fangs. Had a fine time together, Invited him into the house. We chewed up everything I had missed. March 9-Oh, such a life! Weiit to Snoot's house to propose. Wlioni should I meet coming out but Fangs all dressed. up! Vlfent into the house and started to propose to Snoots. I was halfway through when she in- terrupted, saying, I can it marry you, I have just accepted Fangsli' March 10-My sorrow is incurable. March 11-Met a new girl called Cuddles. Bet,- ter luck this time! My theme S011g' is Off with the old, on with the new!

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MANET 25 find his parents anxiously awaiting his arrival. His mother rushed up to him crying, 'iPercival. my Percival I His father simply wrung his hand, which Percy returned with a grip of iron, and beamed. VVhen Percy reached home he found a new brother awaiting him. Needless to say Percy went to sea again soon. and in tim became one of the finest captains of one of the famous clippers. His brother. Reginald, -lr., was left to carry on the name of Vandedonk in the architectural world which he did and did well. FROM UIVANHOEH By Kathryn Fontaine, 9-1 Although the meter is a bit forced, this poem de- serves honorable mention because it is a natural and sincere expression of feeling on the part of the author. LADY ROWENA: Her lovely hands were exquisitely fair, Brown and fiaxen was her hair, Eyes as clear as a sky of blue, Tall her form and graceful, too. Vivid features, splendid health, Rich in beauty, and in wealth. Haughty and proud as a princess was sheg Was loved by Ivanhoe her husband-to-be. PRINCE JOHN: A cunning coward, describes Prince John. Cedric and the Saxons he did scorn. Constantly plotting to get the throne, And reign over a kingdom of his own. He tried to get money from Isaac, the Jew, And win the support of the common folk, too. But when the return of Richard was known, His false friends and army had flown. WAMBA: Silly and funny he may be, But a lot keener than some folks can see. Dressed in a comical suit and hat, Beside Cedric, his master, he always sat. Never a coward but sometimes afraid, He saved his master during the Torquilstone raid. To Gurth, he was a faithful friend, And helped the serf till the very end. REBECCA : Her nose well formed, her teeth like pearls, Her tresses were arranged in twisted curlsg Her complexion was dark, her eyes were brown. She dressed in sort of an Eastern gown. She was loved by Bois Guilbert. a hard-hearted knight. Noted as victor of many a fight. At Templestowe, she awaited her fate, But was saved by Ivanhoe, Rowena's mate. GITRTH: He wore suit and sandals of tanned skin, The fur in patches. it was worn so thin. Ile wore no covering on his head, And his hair was scorched a rusty red. 'l'o Cedric, his master, he was loyal. To tend hogs and pigs was his daily toil. At the end by Cedric was made a free man, And his master gave him home and free land. PEIJIRIC: Cedric the Saxon, a noted man of his race. l'owerfully built as accustomed to chase. Ilis hair was yellow, his eyes were blue, He had a good humor. but a temper, too. The Lady Rowena was his ward, XVho was to marry Athelstane, a Saxon lord. t edric had plans and dreams of his own. Tint to other people they were never known. IVANHOE: A courageous hero. a gallant knight. XVorldly known because of fame and might. He accompanied King Richard on a famous crusade, And was saved by the king in the Torquilstone raid. He challenged Bois Guilbert in Cedric's home, Disguised a palmer, so he would not be known. He was. at the end. to be Cedric's heir. And married Rowena. who was charming and fair. A SCENE FROM A BAZAAR tFron1 my trip to Greecei By Ylasios P. Georgian, 9-1 This-contribution deserves honorable mention be- cause it gives to the reader pleasure in a simple ordinary scene of daily life of north central Greece. Among the rugged hills of north central Greece in the region about Yolo there is a cer- tain bazaar on the outskirts of a little town of peasants. The meager population is composed of rustics busy at their hard daily tasks, invari- ably agricultural. But with all their grief and weariness and days of hardships there is always a time and a chance to enjoy the customary celebrations throughout the year according to precedents set at earlier dates. So it was thus that this day the little bazaar was to undertake another in the list of cele- brations upheld by the sectional spirit with in- comparable interest. The gleeful air had swept around the homes and through other adjacent villages combining many families in both to make merry, dance, joke, and feast in the evening of the holiday, or to ramble about the adjoining groves and to attend the little country church on the hillside. There seemed to be a general bustle through- out the town and careful preparations were taking place as well as the actual fixing of the bazaar to accommodate the festivities. The little church was also making ready for the crowd to throng, and regarding personal prep- arations it is needless to write of the important work which the feminine sex almost always manages with success. The hours of the day were ticked away, and the heat of the midsummer grew less as the evening shades closed in. Laborers abandoned their plows and were making their way home- ward in a slow and tired manner. A light, re- freshing supper had occupied their attentions. and after the necessary changes in clothing were made each family and group went forth toward the bazaar, stepping along at a slow and lazy gait. The stone paved bazaar was approximately sixty feet in width and twice that in length. shaded by the leafy trees, producing a languid atmosphere. The coffee shops about furnished sidewalk cafes, with the remaining space given over to the merchants, who had arranged splendid arrays of their wares. Shyster ped- lars could be heard inviting the attention of

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NDRNEHT 27 THE RACE By Robert H. Smith, 9-4 This story is well written and the incidents related hold the readers interest. It should be of special interest to the boat race fans. On July 4, the Bed Harbor yacht club would hold its annual sailboat race for boats under eighteen feet in length. The race was to be held in Basset's Bay, which was about five miles long and two miles wide. The course was almost ten miles long and plainly marked with three red buoys. My boat, the Eleanor, was a seventeen foot clinker built sloop with great breadth of beam and very seaworthy. Captain Butts had built her two years ago, and he certainly knew how to build boats. He had been building them all his life and never used a blue print or other helps but, nevertheless, his boats were among the best on Cape Cod. Bob, who is my cousin, and I, planned to sail her, and our motto is: KCWIIGII the belly of the mainsail dips in the water it's time to reeff? We had thoroughly familiarized our- selves with the course and believed that with the speed which the t'Eleanor possessed and our knowledge of the bay we stood a good chance of winning. The day of the race was dark and storm clouds scudded by overhead. A strong steady south-west wind stirred up whitecaps on the bay. The race was scheduled for one-thirty o'clock and at one o'clock Bob and I rowed out to the Eleanor, As we were hoisting the sails, I saw Ben Moccasin 's friendship sloop cross the entrance to our cove headed for the yacht club. I knew he would be a worthy rival because his boat was especially designed for heavy weather and he knew the sailing game from A to Z. About thirty boats were at the yacht club. Bill Clonner's Highflyer was particularly outstanding with her tall racing rig but she was not the boat for a rough sea. The Cyn- thia owned and sailed by John LaRhette would give a good account of herself, and Gifford Lad's f'Royal Flush was sure of a place among the first if nothing happened to her. After jockeying our boats into position, we waited impatiently while Mr. Dorn read off the rules and regulations. Wlien he had finished, he consulted his watch and drew out a small pistol. Bang! The race was on. As Bob hauled in on the mainsheet, I jammed down the tiller and put the Eleanor onto the starboard tack heading her for Painis Pebble. Bob trimmed the sails as flat as possible and we gathered headway rapidly. About ten feet to the lee- ward and even with us was the Cynthia.,' She had a good start also and was sailing smoothly and easily. The wind was blowing harder now and several crews were reefing their mainsails. The Cynthia was in the lead at the first buoy but John swung her around too sharply and she lost headway. Quickly we shot into the lead. VVe were on the port tack now, heeling over until the 'cElean- or 's red underbody was plainly seen. I climbed up to the windward side and Bob ,joined me as soon as he had finished tightening the starboard mast stays. I did not luff when an extra heavy puff of wind struck us because we needed every foot we could gain. A boat from Patuwissitt had fouled Ben Moccasins sloop at the turn and broken the bowsprit off shortj It was hard luck for Ben, but he was a good sport and was probably planning on winning next year race, NVe werevin the lead with the t'Cynthia'7 and the 'tRoyal Flush about twenty-five feet be- hind. Approximately half way to the second buoy, Bob gave ine the signal and we .came about onto the starboard tack again. The wind grew more puffy and several times we took in water over the leeside. It was Bob 's duty to pump this out as quickly as he could because it made the boat logy and hard to handle. I would have to be very careful coming about around the second buoy because of the sharp turn there. As we passed the buoy, I swung on the niainsheet, I gjammed down the tiller and her head into the wind and Bob hauled in on the mainsheet. Then, as I eased her to port, Bob gave the boom a push to leeward. The sail filled rapidly, and the UEleanor heeled over shipping about a barrel of water before we righted her. Then, with the wind on her beam, I steered for the third buoy. At the critical. moment, when Bill Conners was bringing the 'tBoyal Flush about, the niainsheet jammed in a block, and at the in- stant t.he wind hit her she capsized. Instantly, the officials' motor boat went to the rescue and picked up her crew. They towed the HRoyal Flush to the sandbar off Pain's Beach and put her crew off on the beach. At low tide she would be high and dry and the crew would be able to bail her out and prepare her for launching' on the next tide. The t'Cynthia, which sailed best in the wind on her beam, caught up with us and as we rounded the third buoy and headed down the home stretch she was only a foot behind. With the wind astern and blowing a half gale both boats seemed to fly. Both of us hoisted spin- nakers which almost doubled our sail spread and sailing wing on wing hardly needed to use our rudders. Bob and I sat back as far as we could to balance the boat and hoped that the mast wouldn't break. There was a good four miles to go and the Eleanor was scarcely a foot ahead. VVe went along this way, first one boat