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

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MAN ET 7 one was maliciously depriving me of my salt. One day in the seventh grade remains in my memory. I bought a salad minus salt. I went. over to the teacher's table where Mr. Collins was sitting alone. I asked him for the use of his salt. He gladly acquiesced. So I was able to enjoy my salad. But that didn't provide salt for my saltless companions. Maybe The meek shall inherit the earth, but I got the salt. Anyway, despite this sad luck the N. P. enjoyed her lunch. Afterwards we made a trip to the gym and the girls' locker room. She was surprised to see what nice individual showers we have. The N. P. appreciated the story I told her about the girl who ran to the gym teacher and cried, HI can't take a shower to- day.', 'tVVhy not?,' asked the instructor. There 's no curtain on my shower, was the reply. Just then the bell rang so we started up- stairs. The lines were passing. Single tile and one way traffic were in order on the stairs. Suddenly a clatter was heard and two fel- lows, one very tall and the other well built and of medium height came racketing downstairs going in the direction opposite to that which the lines were taking. The N. P. raised her eyebrows and said, And who are the young Lords of Creation who defy all obvious traffic rules? Just a couple of athletic heroes, I said. The cops wouldn't allow us lesser mortals to do that. Just as I was whispering these comments came the gruff command, Quiet there! Witli a resigned expression I left the .N. P. to make her own observations. By this time the N. P. had seen all there was of consequence, so I turned her over to her divisional teacher and wended my weary way toward my next class. CC LEGAL FICTION By Lawrence Reid, P. G. A venerable P. G. airs his exalted opinion in brilliant satirical fashion, and we are obliged to agree with him. Something seems to have gone wrong within the complicated turmoil of modern business. Either the sales promoters have bungled their persuasive presentations or else Barnum was right. Advertisers have evidently overlooked the fact that the normal member of the buying public is willing to give fair consideratoi to any product if its need and merit are made clear. Salesmanship is not an argumentative campaign based on the assumption that no one wants to buy anything and that people must be tricked and cajoled into spending, their money. Perhaps it was the recent economic upset that forced manufacturers to use the kind of adver- tising that now overruns almost every news- paper and magazine published in this country: absurdly superlative claims veiled seductively behind vague and enticing neologisnis. Down- right laughability has replaced a good part. of the dignity in advertising. ,W Q- if I -I ' was ll' 1,9 if L' 4 .1 kj 7 Es , Q? - in . 1.-:..n..... , me xl i Lawrence Reid Vile have before us a serial cartoon in four vivid acts, condemning us Americans as a foul- smelling race. The first scene pictures a much dejected young man seated on a park bench with a young lady whose inclined nose seems to point to the fact that she is sorely displeased with her would-be lover. In the next install- ment the proverbial little bird is telling the gentleman the cause of the difficulty. This revelation is simply these two portentious in- itials: HB. O. Surely there is no need to, ex- plain the meaning of this euphemistic abbre- viationg for has it not become a household word? The third act. is an artistic representa- tion of the young man in the process of laving his personal self with Lifebuoy. The sequel shows him once again with his lady friend. Her attitude seems to have changed, for her eyelids are lowered and she is actually permitting the ardent swain to caress her silken cheek with his pursed lips. This touching story has for its title HA Mended Heart, a tale without words. Turning the pages, we find warnings to for- tify ourselves against odiferous exhalation, tinted toothbrush, curvilinear spinal column, sepia molars, and all manner of nasty things. VVhat an altogether horrid breed of humans! VVe didn 't object to the inter-billboard argu- ment between Luckies and Old Golds because we weren't particularly interested in the com- parative mildness of primitive Mother Nature nor in the possibilities of improvement on her. Nor were we startled when Chestertields re- vealed their micrometric longitudinal and dia- metrical dimensions Cthough we hardily knew why the size should make them satisfyj, VVe 've wanted for a long time to meet the young lady

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6 MANET ride more. Therefore. they ride like huge bun- dles of blankets along the streets of our fair city. They are. in fact, very reliable ther- mometers. Each sweater represents a twenty degree drop from seventy degrees and when it is zero they add an extra garment for good measure. Because these boys ride bicycles, do not get the idea that they are behind the times. Far from it! Their bicycles appear upon iirst glance to be commonplace, it is true, but a closer examination reveals all sorts of nick- nacks and gadgets from electric horns to colored banners. The former might explain why we jump from our shoes at. the tremendous shriek of a horn and look around only to see one of our fellow students crouched threaten- ingly over the handle bars as if he were driving a motor cycle. I suggest that we connnemorate the faithful- ness of these boys by a statue Cplaced in the middle' of the school lawnl, similar to the his- tory book picture of Balboa discovering the Paciic with his sword upraised in one hand and his other hand placed benevolently on the shoulder of a boy who is leaning against a bicycle. One may assume that he is showing him the shortest way to Quincy or giving him some sort of a theological lecture. AND WAS THE N. P. IMPRESSED? By Helen Vandeleur, 11-3 4'XYhat is the groaning noise coming from that classroom? asked the Xew Pupil as we passed 310. Only the groans of the pupils after they have heard the rabbit sausage story for the forty-ninth timef' I responded. Rabbit sausage story? Please explain. You know, the one about the rabbit sausage with some horse meat mixed in. Proportions 1-1. One horse to one rabbit E 'Do you hear that often? Only every time the Law of Definite Pro- portions or something similar comes up. was my answer. But- a word of explanation is necessary. I was escorting an X. P. Cnew pupilj about the building. You know, showing her the layout and giving her a few helpful hints about good, bad. and indifferent teachers. I have found that one sure way to make a friend for life is to give an X. P. the low-down on what, like Prosperity. is just around the corner. The X. P. entered Christmas XVeek so when 1 was proudly displaying our libarary she asked who was responsible for the mistletoe in the doorway. Why, my dear. l said. that was put there by optimistic members of the Senior Girls' Club in the hope of waylaying Mr. Smoyer, who has his office in the library. But no, he Wends his scholarly way, never realizing the trap that is laid for him. I went into the library one day for the express purpose of ambushing him. In- stead, he came out as 1 went in and we met about two feet outside the door. He looked blank when, in disgusted tones, I exclaimed 'Darn, too late'! So. after telling the X. P. the sad story of my blighted hope, I took her into 203, and who was presiding over the study hall but Mr. Foy! I introduced the N. P. and after popping out again I told her about the wound that Mr. Foy 's literary self incurred when he found one of his younger, very much younger, English pupils reading a story called Marriage by Capture during a study period. XVhy, Mr. Foy posi- tively blew up. His face acquired a very vivid scarlet and he treated the poor boy to a lecture on discrimination in the selection of reading matter. All this merely because a young hope- ful wanted his romance a bit be-times. 1 next decided to show the X. P. the audi- torium, the cafeteria, and the gym. There was no cause for hurry, and anyway. I hadn't pre- pared my math review home work. VVhen we got into the auditorium the X. P. seemed in- terested in the green and buff squares on the rear wall. I explained that they were part of the acoustic properties. 1 didn 't explain further because she didn't ask. Perhaps she knew more than I did about it. By then it was lunch time, so 1 took her to the cafeteria. Oh, isn't this grand! she exclaimed. You even have wash basins down here. The pupils at Xorth must be shining examples of exterior cleanliness. I shame- lessly answered that of course we were. I neglected to tell her that after the school spent so much money on the wash stands the only time that water was ever run into one was once when an inquisitive individual wanted to see if they really worked. Perhaps we would use them if there were any towels. How are the pupils of the feminine gender going to dry their hands on two by four handkerchiefs? Perhaps none of us ever feel the need of performing mid-day ablutions. But they serve one purpose in that they do impress strangers. But to resume my narrative. Vile bought our lunches. My friend, the X. P. seemed pleased with the menu. There is no denying the fact that our cafeteria service is above par. Vile bought California chicken pie CTuna Fishl, and my friend desired salt, as indeed did I. The question: How does one get salt? I always use much salt at home but can never even smell any at school. It would be a good idea if the pupils could have the use of the salt cellars. Maybe teachers are God 's chosen people, but we must have our salt. All I hope is that it is not wilful negligence. I should hate to think that some-

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3 MANET who dresses so very prosperously and yet smokes VVings in all the ads. Some day that bell-hop may get his call through to Philip Morris. But it 's no fun to be fooled, and the litter irony of the whole situation is that now Camels are trying to test our nerve. We thought that testimonials would shortly expire, but the queens of America's social realm are still posing for full-page natural-color plates and affixing their signatures to testiication of the merits found in all sorts of commodities. Vie suppose it is the depression. Last year General Motors exploited six makes of motor cars by bringing the greatest part of their advertising emphasis on the trick windows that come with Fisher bodies. This year you can get a straight eight for your money: the cars have knees. Perhaps some refers to the snapping of timely photographs, i-1 fact, he even hints that he may produce some day they'll tell us what makes the wheels go around. The magazines, newspapers, and billboards are bad enough, but even God's once pure air is not free of this unadulterated hooey. It sounded almost too good to be true, but we read recently of a beneficent, enterprising scientist who has perfected a contraption for your radio that automatically eliminates adver- tising orations. And what a wealth of respect is generally accorded the radio advertisers who make it a point to keep their advertising ele- ment at a minimum. Personally, we like to look at the Flit ads. And in case you're interested to know our private opinion of what is good advertising, look over the pamphlet called Between Our- selves that comes with your telephone bill every month-if you do go so far as to open the envelope. The gentleman who composes it is always one jump ahead of his reader: he knows how the reader will react. That. simple knowledge of good advertising psychology is the one essential to good salesmanship. And what is the explanation to this generally uiifortunate condition? VVe guess that most Americans don 't mind being treated like suck- ers--or maybe they don lt even realize when it happens. They don't take the ads seriously. lf they did, something would be done in ob- ,ifetion to all these uncertain, and sometimes uiitruthful claims. And yet the people are l uying, Our suggestion is that people will buy anyway. VVe have often noticed that the firms l-'hose products are the most. valuable and rep- utable are the ones that advertise very carc- tully-and very infrequently. THE JESTER-ON THINGS THAT COULD BE DONE BUT WON'T BE The Jester has always felt that he would obtain the most diabolical delight in rolling a bag of marbles down the auditorium during H11 21SS9Ir1bly. His musical sensibilities reiiect on the tinkling harmonies of a hundred ringing marbles blending with the bell-like oratory of the speaker. There are other equally diverting amuse- ments with which he manufactures an all-day revery. A curious twist in that part of the mind devoted to physics has Hlled his mind with various experiments in falling bodies. He has often wondered how long it would take a trickle of aqua pura, deftly inserted between the third floor railings to reach a craning neck on the first fioor Cfirst, of course, he would have had confederates carefully place lambs on the ground floor in a position for the slaughterl. Along this line also is his delight in the flight of a penny from the third floor window to the walk and in the curiosity and scrambling which it evokes from the lunch period gathering. .Now the Jester has slept many a happy period in dreaming of arrestingly clever schemes of a harmless nature. He has, by di11t of research and experience, acquired much valuable knowl- edge. For instance, he knows that a small amount of hamburg in a pocket isa decided attraction to the canine and feline families. VVith a little crafty persuasion and by a little maneuvering in entering he could very steathily succeed in swelling the present menagarie to the extent of a few cats and dogs. His thoughts dwell also on the realms of noise making. Once upon a time, in a school of which he knew, a pupil succeeded in getting brief possession of the audiophone system. With strategy and quickness he was able to transmit a peculiarly raucous discord to the ears of the school. He states, moreover, tagain the Jesterj that the ventilation system is also unexcelled for the transmission of noise. Also that the empty class room with a telephone can be the most thrilling environment for a daring soul. Yet think not that the Jester would urge such clandestine breeches of discipline. Rather he wishes to allow you to enjoy the happiness which you would have if you did do this, without doing it. M XVell, if you followed that, please follow him a bit further. To those of you who have doubts the Jester wishes to prove that his harmless plotting can take practical leanings. He be- lieves that from each piece of work one should extract the maximum amount of happiness. This thought arose after he had watched the toiling janitors perambulating a lawn-mower over endless acres of grass. The .Tester would replace