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

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8 MANET night before that he had slept soundly,till then. He stretched and walked forlornly away. His fur was plastered to his body and his long, curly ears were tangled and soaked. He held his tail low and it wasn't wagging as it usually was. After he had walked along for a while, an old man came along, carrying a large black umbrella and wearing an overcoat all buttoned up around his neck. He saw poor, wretched- looking Freckles and stopped to pat l1is head. As he did so he noticed the name on his collar. lt said: Free-kles, 95 Dover St.. NVeyn1outh, Katherine A. Burns. The old man looked up. NVeymouth was a good twelve miles from there. He took itlitrh 9' Freckles by the collar and led him to l1is home. The old man, Mr. Baker, was very kind and gave Freckles a bed by the stove and a good meal. That night the Lost and Found Column said: Lost-A Spaniel dog. Whit.e with chocolate patches. Answers to 11211119 of Freckles. Finder please call Vifey. 0432. Mr. Baker immediately called Mr. Burns and told him he had the dog. He put the phone down to Freckles' ear, who wagged his tail and barked. A litt.le while later a step on the stairs was heard and Freckles leaped at the door. ln came Katherine and her father. You can guess the rest. You may be sure Freckles never ran away again. itliking In the last few years hitch-hiking has at- tained the heights of the national institution. Advantageous spots on the highway are crowd- ed by prospective riders. It is possible to stand on the side of the road and by some beseeching indication obtain a ride-gratis. VVhen a beginner attempts to acquire trans- portation in this manner, it is indeed a spec- tacle to evoke the mirth and ridicule of one who is versed in the art of the hitch-hike. The awkward movement of the thumb for instance. Can it be that he really believes that he will be offered a ride in this blundering manner 'Z Does he not realize there is just the right angle to cocking the thumb, from which no competent hitch-hiker deviates? Does he not know a particular bodily position must be assumed? In view of this woeful lack of preparation, I feel that it is my duty to convey the technique necessary to develop one into an accomplished member of the fraternity. To begin with, every person is a potential hitch-hiker. It is not a difficult art. to acquireg even the person who cocks his thumb wrong is not necessarily a failure if he is willing and mentally able. Let us say at present he lacks that touch of finesse that denotes the accom- plished master. VVhen you are ready to present your petition for free transportation, the first step is to select an advantageous position on the side of the road. An air of calm insouciance should en- velop you as a cloak. You should' then assume a position that will contain just the right amount of psychological persuasion. Wlieii the car approaches, wiggle the thumb slightly and suggestively in the universally approved man- ner. .Never, never put the thumb behind the ear and Wave gaily. It just isn't done. Most hikers prefer to adopt the fatalistic attitude- either the car stops or it doesnt. But no, it 's all in the thumb. The first car is liable to pass you by Csome cars have a nasty habit of doing this, but you'll get used to itj, even the second may, and the third, and the fourth and so 011 ad infinitum. IVhen forty or fifty cars have passed you by. itfs time to stop tomfoolery. This means busi- ness. Now you've got to put your whole soul into the task. XVhen the next car comes into view, and you know it is going the Way of all the rest Cyou know it by your manly intuitionj, it 's the time to express yourself. Gaze at the operator, right in his eyes, sum- mon all your feeling to the fore, send a glance that will blast him to the very roots of his soul, inexpressible pathos mirrored in reproach- ful eyes, a. glance that will haunt. him into eternity, with a voice ever preying on his sub- conscious mind, oh why didn 't I pick him up, oh why, oh Why? This usually gets them. They don't like to be haunted you see, but you've got to be good. But if this method fails tit is not exactly infalliblej, you must have something in reserve to bolster your moral courage, so I suggest that you apply this method to regain elusive confi- dence. Ask yourself this question: Am I or am I not going to get a ride? And then answer emphatically: You bet you are! But this atti- tude must be adopted in a strong Way. Don't let a hidden voice butt in With: Sure you are, but When? Put your hidden voice away, tile it under the category, Not Wanted. For an- other example try this: Am I going to walk? Then reply, No! No! a thousand times no! I'd rather die than move a step. Don't for- get, plenty of gusto in the answer. lg Wheii forty or fifty more cars have gone by

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MAN ET 7 99' Qlhatrau il Alf lt is late afternoon and a luminous rose and gold sunset Haines in the sky and dances 011 the dark waters, forming a fiery crown in whicl1 is set the black old Chateau d'lf on its lonely anchorage. This Chateau is famous for having once held prisoner the well known Count of Monte t'1'isto. NVe gain entrance through a huge old door of rough planks, now rotten with age and bound by wide iron bands, curi- ously cut and covered with rust. After pass- ing through the door, which screeches hideously on its broken hinges, we find ourselves before an old wooden table. On the table are tall iron candlesticks. ln each of these is a lighted candle which casts a lurid light along the prison walls, and from it lurk long ghostly shadows. The prison walls are of huge black stones covered with moss and slime. We make our way along these walls and beyond the old table and through a small thin archway leading downward to the prison cells far below. The stairs are broken, uneven, and very narrow, winding ever downward into the blackness, re- lieved only by huge torches burning at each turn in the endless stairs. XRTPE at length stop before a long dark passageway. The dampness has already chilled us, and the trickling sound of slow running water from some broken chink in the worn walls makes us turn our steps with caution to a cell where the famous Dantes was said to have spent twenty wretched, years. VVC look into a miserable black hole, damp and musty and not a habitable place for man or beast. XVe enter with no slight misgivings and are shown the huge stone, which, when dragged back reveals a narrow tunnel through which Dantes made his heroic escape. We turn at length and cautiously retrace our steps up the winding stairs, from which crumbled bits of stone fall and are heard to echo far below in the blackness, and seem to cry out despairingly to those who would so interrupt the long slum- ber of these dismal spirits in their deep prison grave. Vp and up we climb until we reach the outer room. Here our guide or warden silently turns the key of the prison door as if to lock in the poor disturbed spirits and allow them to resume their pacing and moaning as they had done centuries before. Turning, we cross the damp stone floor and are again out- side the huge prison and breathing the fresh salt air. Step by step we descend the outer stairs, now almost worn away by the huge breakers and enter our little boat, to be rowed to the main- land. The boat slowly glides over the water, leaving the gloomy old Chateau slowly fading into the fast, growing darkness until it is finally swallowed by the horizon and lost to our sight. Vile remain silent for some time, each of ns being filled with his own thoughts and with the awe of the spectacle he has just seen. lt is not until later in the evening when we gather round the fireplace in the warm, cozy hotel room that we allow ourselves to relax and exchange our feelings over hot cocoa and the prospeet of a warm bed. Not one of us will ever forget the memorable visit to the Chateau: nor will one of us renieinber it without a feel- ing of horror at its cruelty. ilirerklvit' -Hlemann PRISCILLA JAMES, 7-3 F1-eckles walked sadly along the street, his head drooping and his eyes, usually bright and dancing, looking very sad. He certainly was unhappy. His family had gone somewhere the had no idea wherej, and poor Freckles didn 't know what to do. He just knew they 'd gone a terribly long way off and never would come' back. fTllP' fact is they had all gone down the street- to a neighbor's house to look at a new rug.j Freckles had gone home for supper and had then discovered the terrible disaster. All sorts of things went through his doggy mind. After thinking of several things to do he finally 1-Q- solved to run away. At. first he was very: ani- lntious and started to run. After a while though, he got rather tired of running and he slowed down to a. rapid walk. It ben-an to 0-at dark and cold, so Freckles decided tio curl iitp in the park he was passing through. HC found a rather sheltered place behind ,, curled up and went to sleep. ' Next morning he awoke earlv. It was rain- ing and the wind was blowingi the rain in all directions. It was cold, too, and Freckleg was all wet. He had fallen asleep, so tired, the ' bush and

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MAN ET 9 aml your moral stamina is again at low ebb, try quoting excerpts fro1n famous poems. or quotations. This one is very good o11 occasion: l am the master of 1ny fate l a1n the captain of 1ny soulf' or here is another if the tirst does 11ot fulfill expectations : lf at first you don 't succeed, try, try again. If this doesn't create the response that you expected a11d you havent got a ride by this time you had better quit. You 're just nor built for a hitch-hiker. Try walking, it's so benc- ticial to the leg muscles. An all-around sport. Ihr Beautiful Qlaurrnz nf Blnrag No o11e has t1'aveled wisely who has not seen the Beautiful Caverns of Lurayf' One does 11ot fully realize how true this state111e11t is, until he has actually viewed the splendor of tl1e cav- crns. The Luray Caverns are formed under a large hill in Page Valley, Virginia. This hill is- about 1,200 feet above sea level and 200 feet above the surrounding valley. Since pioneer ti111es a s111all cave was known to be located in the hill. Finally, in the year 1878, Andrew Campbell and Benton Stebbins, of Luray, became convinced, after studying the structure of this cave, which was then known as iiRlli:f11E'1' 's Cave, that a larger cave might exist under the hill. After repeated investigations had been made, a small ope11i11g was found in the ground under so111e bushes where cool air 0211116 through the cracks in the rocks. This hole was 111ade larger until one of the me11 could be lowered i11to it. Mr. Andrew Campbell was the first 111311 to view the wondrous splendor of the eaves. In the following years, many explorations were carried on until it was discovered that the caverns covered more than three 111iles of underground territory. The caverns consist of many rooms, and in later years a system of lights has been installed to bring added beauty to tl1e calcite formations. As I made lily way through the web-like pathways, I saw unbelievable beauty all about me and, at every turn, a new shape presented itself. I could not help being impressed by the grandeur of the glittering stalactites a11d the grotesque stalagmites which make up the caverns. Superb, grand, fantastic, magnificent, daz- zling, weird, and exquisite are some of the words which rise to the lips of the person who views, with awe, the amazing formations. The Ballroom, the Dream Lake, the Sunken City, Flllfi the Silver Sea are only a few of the many scenes that are found in the caves. It has been said, Let the marvels of the eaves be painted on tl1e walls of memory, You can never forget them, nor would you if you could. The visitor to the eaverns will, always re111e111ber his glorious trip underground. I know that I always shall. Glnnrrrning the nrlifa Zllnrvmnat lhvairv Into view rose the elevator stage, and Erno Rapee. amid a brilliant glare of light, took baton in hand. As the brilliancy dimmed, the audience ot' the Radio Vity Music Hall became strangely silent, and, as it' by a magic touch, the orchestra struck a solitary melancholy 11ote. On this the volume increased, and the theme built. and then,-the magnifievnt hgolden con- tour' curtain bega11 to rise. From that mo- ment 011 l had but one secret desire, and that- to look from the stage to the audience. As there we1'e several llli'0l'lIl2lii0Il booths in Rockefeller Center, they became 1ny first ob- ject. From one information desk to another I went, asking if there was any possibility ol' u vis ting the backstage sections of the Music llall. I was disappointed by everyone except one encouraging man who suggested trying the Music Hall itself. Before l had passed through one door it was declared impossible. My last ray ot' hope by which to acquire lllj' purpose was by letter. Still reinaining in Rockefeller f'enter, I went to the post ottice in the R. V. A. Building and wrote, to the best of lllj' ability, a letter to the Music Hall, which, strange as it may seem, was but next door. To further my chance of ad- mittance il enclosed a self-addressed stamped envelope. Two weeks later, to my utmost delight, I