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

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MANET 31 FULL AND RUNNING OVER By Janice McGowan, 8-1 Jimmy! VVhat have you got in those pockets? ' ' Oh, nothing, Sis. ttWell, let me see. Slowly, one by one, Jimmy took his treasures out of his pocket. and laid them on the table. Wl1a.t 's this?'7 his sister asked. t'Let me see, said Jimmy thoughtfully. I think Tom gave me that last week in ex- change for some jaw-breakers. NVell, take that dead mouse out of the house this minute. t'But Sis, I want to stuff it for my collec- tion. I said to throw it away. Continue empty- ing those pockets. 'cIVhat the heck is this? Oh, I remember, the butcher gave me that for the cat last week when I went to the store for you, and this, he said as he brought out some stale butter- scotch candy, is what I bought with the penny you gave me for running that errand. Say, I didn 't knew a feller could get so many hand- kerchiefs in his pockets, said Jimmy as he pulled out three. t'Well, now that you've got that pocket empty, suppose we start on the next one,,' said his sister rather impatiently. Here's the top I got for Jolm for his birth- day, but I had a fight with him that day, so I kept it. James Robert lVIacIntosh-, I'm ashamed of you. t'One, two three, four more handkerchiefs, and this turtle is all there is, Sis. VVhere did you get that turtle? . I don't know, but the boys are whistling for me. VVait a minute, here 's another hand- kerchief in my back pocket. Good-bye! There he left. his sister beside the table with the contents of his pockets before her: One dead mouse, a piece of meat for the cat, some stale butterscotch candy, eight handkerchiefs, a top and a turtle. She said to herself, UNO matter how many pockets a boy has they'll all be full and running over. ' ' WINNING HER REWARD By Roslyn Mignault, 8-11 The author has produced a well-written narrative with 311 element of suspense that will not fail to hold the reader's attention to the end. Joan,', called a sharp voice, what are you doing? I'm studying, Aunt Louise, Joan replied. Just as I thought! I should have known it. VVhat chance have you to win that scholarship! Besides, I told you not to try for it. It only ruins your self-respect. A Parker trying for a scholarship! VVhat do they think you are-a pauper? Come down here andwash these dishes. Joan, meanwhile, was busily studying. Now she sighed a11d put her book tenderly away. She only had a few more pages to read. And didn 't she have a very good chance of winning the scholarship? She descended the stairway slowly and thoughtfully. t'Hurry along, young lady, said a shrill voice in her ear, and a small, thin old lady appeared. Her hair was done up on the top of her head and her dress was very ancient in style. I'm going over to Mandyls for tea, and those dishes must be done when I get back, mind you! As Joan hurriedly washed and wiped the old- fashioned dishes, she knew nothing of the con- versation taking place a few blocks away. 'tThat Joan Parker has a good chance of getting that scholarship, hasn't she?H A stout, conceited-looking girl lounging on a sofa eating chocolates, answered. t'Sure, Emily, a fairly good one. But mine is better. I'm smarter than she is. Besides, that fool aunt of hers won 't let her try for it. Tomorrow comes the final test. Well, anyway, said Emily, I hope you win.'7 She looked admiringly at her chum. if it it Joan had finished the dishes and was back in her room, studying furiously. She heard the front door slam. Her aunt was home. Her footsteps could be heard going into the kitchen. 'LJoan, come here.'7 Joan quickly went down the stairs. Mandy says you 're tryin' for that scholar- ship. Is that right? Joan 's heart was in her mouth. Yes, Aunt Louise, it isf' She swallowed hard. t'Well, I've been thinkin '. I guess you can take the test tomorrow-providin', if you win the prize, you won 't go to college 'til a year afterwards. Joan was too happy for words. She ran to her aunt, and kissed her soundly. 'tYou dear thing, she cried, and sped up- stairs to her room. Aunt Louise smiled secretly. She was truly proud of her niece. And she would miss her a great deal if she went away. A regular Par- ker--especially her black curly hair and serious grey eyes. It was the next day. Joan had just finished the examination. Her heart was beating wildly. Not one question had she been unable to an- swer. Tomorrow she would know if she had passed.

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30 IVIANET them. It's quite a different ship to the last one. I was put to trimming coal in the stoke hold. and I don't know what I would have done if the Arabs hadn't helped me. The heat down there was awful, but I soon got used to it and was able to fire as well as trim. VVe have only six Arab firemen, and I often go in to them for bread and things. I do all their English writ- ing for them, and put down their overtime and things like that, and when I do they would not let me out if I refused theiir cigarettes or cigars or duff as it's part of their religion. They won't eat pork or duck and they hate sweet stuffs, but are fond of curry, and wor- ship Allah, and fast, and wash their feet, face. and hands before and after they eat, and have mats on which they pray-lovely mats with big temples in the middle. They are a terribly religious race and it's been years and years since they left Arabia. We got a job cleaning out the tanks while' in Russia, and what a job! The oil had frozen and had to be steamed. This type of ship is terrible, and the old man and the steward make plenty of money by keeping the food from the crew. Imagine a skipper leaving port with hardly any flower and no porridgei The steaks are tough and the potatoes are frozen, and everything is on the bum. All we eat for din- nen is a plateful of soup, tea and sea biscuits. We expect to arrive at San Pedro tomorrow and we were going to San Francisco for some oil as we were running low, but we got orders to go to Pedro. We will be home in two months after leaving here. Well, I think it 's nearly time I finished. I hope you are keeping well, and write as soon as you get this letter. Best of luck to all. Your son, Henry Cummings. tHenry is a twin-brother of Robert Cum- mings of our eleventh grade.j SOME EVENTS IN MY DIARY By Richard Keene, 8-5 This diary deserves honorable mention because of the exeellency of its vocabulary and the simple direct- ness of its style. April 21st, 1933. Three of us went cycling down to South Braintree today. We started out for Devil's Rock in Holbrook going about thirteen miles out of our way making about a twenty-five mile trip altogether. The right way would have taken us only about twelve miles, so you can imagine that the twenty-five mile, one-way trip tired us and made us quite hungry. We then entered some woods there and enjoyed a refreshing lunch. The great fun we had taking pictures of each other with a tiny camera made up for the disappointment we had at not get- ting to the Rock.,' May 26th, 19313. This was the night of a Camperal put on by the Boy Scouts at Merrymount. VVe arrived there late one Friday afternoon. WVl16l1 we pitched our tents we f'ditched them all around in case of rain. VVe next cooked our dinners over an open fire which was great fun. That night after supper we all sat around a camp- fire Qthere were about eight hundred of usp, singing old songs, telling stories, and each patrol put on a little act of its own. At mid- night we 'fturned in. The certain patrol 1 was encamped with, however, which was away from the main outit on a hill, didn't get to sleep until nearly three A. M. and even then we probably wouldnft have done so only an official came up and promised to make us take a dip in the nearby bay for punishment iff' we didn 't quiet down. We had been trying to pull a fellow Scout 's tent down on top of him with- out very great success. The loud snickerings and bellowings during this manoeuvre was what drew the ofiicial's attention. Early next morning we were obliged to get up a hour ahead of time which means that we arose at 5 o 'clock so you can imagine how much sleep we got. On top of this we had to cook our break- fasts in a pouring rain which didn 't help the situation in the least. For this reason, I shall not soon forget the date May 26th, 1933. June 17th, 1933. This was the date President Roosevelt rode through Quincy on his way to Marion to board his yacht. We Scouts were elected to help hold up the ropes to keep the crowds back. Just before he got there it began. to pour and by the time the President did arrive, the crowd had dwindled considerably. I can 't recall what he said and I don 't believe anybody else took very much stock in his brief talk. We were all there just to glimpse this famous man. He impressed me as being very open-minded, one in whom much trust could be placed. He seemed to carry with him an invisible air of authority and security that was quite conta- gious. If his appearance justifies his actions, I think he will become a very famous man some day. As this is the first time I ever saw a President face to face, I shall remember the date, regardless of wet weather or other dis- comfitures. July 18th, 193. ' My diary for this day records that I was at Camp Burgess on Cape Cod near Sandwich with a Y. M. C, A. outfit. The boys in my cabin went to a lake five miles away from the camp. After our long hike in the hot July sun it was great to see the water of the lake shining through the green trees near where we were to camp for the night. It wasn't long before we were splashing around and enjoying it in great fun. The evening was finished off when we built a fireplace and cooked a. hot supper. Sleep, however, came late as the mosquitoes and sap drippings from the overhead pines kept us awake for quite a. while.

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32 MANET The night seemed terribly long for her Finally the clock rang seven. She clumsily buttoned her dress. After gulping down her breakfast, she kissed her aunt and ran off to school, VVhen she arrived at school, the auditorium was overcrowded with excited boys and girls. As Joan entered, many friendly eyes were upon her, but there were two pairs of eyes that were exceedingly unfriendly. Emily and her chum Lillian were in the front row, eagerly awaiting the name of the winner. The principal stepped on the platform. Im- mediately all was quiet. HP-oys and girls, I have the honor and pleas- ure of announcing the winner of the scholar- ship. I congratulate Miss Joan Parker. Loud clapping followed this announcement. Emily and Lillian looked at each other. Their glances were astonished ones. Joan Parker had won! They rushed blindly out of the auditorium, angrily talking. Joan walked home in a delirium of happi- ness. The door was quickly opened by her aunt. In her arms she held a pretty silk dress. I knew you'ol win the scholarship, she said, so I bought you this dress. The shade of green will look good on you. Joan hugged her aunt ecstatically and flew to her bedroom to try the dress on. WINTER'S NORTH WINDS By Beverly Sweatt. 8-1 XYinds from the north, whipping and cutting the air, Screeching and howling, with a bitterness that's rare, Blowing hither and thither, the leaves lying around, Stilfening the bare trees and hardening the ground. Cruel winds and cold winds, journeying far and fast, Chilling all living creatures with one icy blast, lVildly driving through the thickest of clothes, Iieddening valiant faces and numbing ears and toes. First raging and tearing, a furious violent gale, XVhining 'round the house-tops, always that incessant wail: , , fl-hm, flwl-as a calm. not long, but welcome while it stays. , , Before the wind takes up its cry and continues it for days. Often through this tempest we fear and dread to grow, As its cruel stinging coldness is made worse by d1'1V- ing snow, 'l'liouirl1. without winter's north winds, there would be 1111 1'1'21FUll. Q lfor the much dreaded winter, the FMU' S Cfllflfist Season- liy Guy Iieiiillfflll, S43 fl-ln, 111431111 is made of yellow cheese, .Xml it is hung up higll- So little mire 4-:un't. nibble it. Ag they go rumiing hy. THE DIARY OF A FOX TERRIOR By Sabrena Greenwood, 7-12 The diary shows originality and understanding of dog nature. Most of the incidents are Well chosen and vividly portrayed by apt phrases. First prize, grade 7. Dec. 3, 1931. Being a wire-haired fox terrier, I like to play a lot. Have good fun playing with my brothers and sisters. Push a hard loaf of bread Qwhich is more like what humans call stonej, around the room. Live in a big kennel where there are lots of other dogs. Dec. 16, 1931. Yesterday was bought by a family. The family consists of Master, Mistress and Sister. Am very sad about having to leave my brothers and sisters. Guess I'll be happy here. The family put an old cat collar on me. They also put a leather strap they called a leash on me. Don at like it a bit. Dec. 20, 1931. Met Jerry today. He is the same breed of dog I am, only older. Was in my kennel when he came. Jerry growled and acted jealous. Jerry liked Sister very much. That 's Why he was jealous. Jerry is friendly 11ow, though. Dec 22, 1931. Had my first bath today, master put me in a tub of water and rubbed some white stuff on me. I licked it off. It tasted awful. Found out later it was soap. Master dried me with a towel. Was11't satisfied, however, and raced around the house with my tail down to get dry. Master clapped his hands and urged me on. Dec. 24, 1931. Aunt Lucy and Grandma arrived today. Took liking to Aunt Lucy's slippers. Pulled and pulled on them until the tassels came off. Her slippers seemed to hypnotize me. Dec. 25, 1931. Had first Ghristmas. The folks gathered around a tree and opened packages called presents. Had big dinner afterwards. Dec. 26, 1931. Aunt Lucy and Grandma went home. Jan. 7, 1932. Had my first bone. It was a shin bone with some delicious marrow and meat on it. Didn't growl over it at first but do now. Jan. 31, 1932. Am very happy in my new home. Sister has taught me some tricks such as: sit up, shake hands, and dead dog. April 4, 1932. We started on trip to Vtfashington D. C. to see llncle Herbert and Aunt Grace. Rode in back of car with Sister and bundles. VVe are sleeping in a hotel at Philadelphia. April 5, 1932. Arrived. April 6, l932. We went to the zoo in XhT2lSlllllgl'i0ll, The