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

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MANET I9 I felt as it' a bomb had exploded at close quarters-you know, sort of dazed and wonder- ing. I put a hand to my head and looked at the Redhead vaeantly. XVhat's it all about ? I managed weakly. You have been deceived, he said. by my pious friend and drunken companion, Larry llazen-the rat. And since you seem to be a thoroughly unpleasant child l let you stay deceived. Maybe it will be a lesson to you. All this with the kind of smile the teacher used to wear when sl1e let you come out of the corner and said she knew you were going to be good after this. I felt like mutilating the smile, but I sat down instead and sai1l: Maybe I could understand better if I had someth.ng to eat first. Thats an idea. said the Redhead. You seem to have a hangover. So he went below, and he made coffee, and opened a can of corned beef hash. I certainly made inroads into that hash. It tasted better than all the Christmas turkey and fixings in the world. The Redhead gave me ample time to improve my disposition. Then, over coffee cups, he said: .- CharIey's gone ashore to call up Brigport. and let them know we're coming. He 's going to pick up my sister and bring her aboard here. I began to see a light. Hey! I exploded. Are you a rum-runner or what? My child. said the Redhead, I am 1ny father's invaluable secretary whenever he's in these parts. He is now in Europe and refused to take me because he said he wanted to enjoy himself and not have to bail me out of foreign jails where my youthful exuberance and love of adventure are liable to lead me. So Charley -I found him on the Boston waterfront- t'-harley and I took the 'Molly II' and went. to South America where we had one glorious time seeing life. NVhen my father finds out he'll disinherit me. but I buttered my bread and now I have to lie in it. I must have looked thundeistruck. I couIdn't. think for a minute. Then I stuttered: H lti was all a j-j-joke? Larry f-f-fooled m-me? He nodded. It was a rather dirty trick. after all. I don't- blame you for being upset. liefore I had a chance to say anything there was a sound of people on deck. and the next minute a girl came dowll the hatch, a girl with red hair who flung her arms around the Red- head and kissed him. Then t'harley appeared and beamed at us all. The Redhead disentangled himself and said: This is my sister Mollyg Molly, this is-this is-what is your name? I gulped and said, Jean, and didn 't have the sense to say, XVhat's yours? Molly, who was pretty and sort of Hepburn- ish, said: Neither of you kids has to explain. t'harley told me everything. Are we going down to Brigport tonight? Starting now, said the Redhead, and made a dash for the hatch. Molly followed him. 'tt'harley. l said. Are you a friend ol' mine? For life. said t'harlcy plously. VVhat do you want to know Q? What did you mean when you said you had to follow a schedule? I tixcd him with my eagle eye and awaited an answer. Radiance flowed from his face. 401' was it perspiration U Just that Miss Molly was expecting us at eight tonight, he said mildly. Then Molly herself poked her head down at us. UMy brother wants some sweetness and light up at the wheel, she called, and I don 't till the bill. Charley looked at me. I guess that means you. he remarked coyly. Never did he look so much like Cupid as at that moment. Y'darn tootin'. chortled Molly, and hurry, befora he runs us on a reef. There was just one light on in the chart house and that was over the instrument board. The Redhead said, 'tHello, when I came in, but nothing else. I stayed in a dark corner for the rest. of the trip. There was an acute silence-one of those silences that are louder' than noise. I thought over everything that had happened and thought about everything that might happen. and what I was going to say to Larry Hazen when next I beheld his smirking countenance. Or WAS I going to say anything to him? Looking at the Redhead, whose head and shoulders were faintly outlined with light against the glass, I was undecided. Maybe I dozed a little, because suddenly I saw the little lights of Rrigport around the harbor, with the Eastern Harbor Point to port and Gray's Headland to starboard, and I knew we were home. I stood up and went to stand by the wheel. The Redhead spoke so suddenly it made me jump. t'I'll wager, he said conversationally. that with your face washed and your hair combed. and your own clothes on, you wouldn't be a bad-looking kid. I'm considered very pretty at times. I replied coldly. lint I like you the way you are, said the Redhead. I knew, too. by the way he spoke that he meant it. And there was something else in his tone that made up my mind for me, concerning Larry Ilazen. Ile was STILL my friend. IVhat did you say? Of course the Red- head 's name was Kevin Faraday! XVhat did you think it was?

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18 MAN ET of the lockers. And don 't let me see you on deck again. That was one time when I didn 't have any answer. It was somewhat of a shock to dis- cover he hadn't been worried over me but over how much trouble I'd been. I sat down on a bunk and watched him go up on deck. Then he battened down the hatch and I was all alone, far from home, drenched to the skin, with a wobbly feeling in the legs and a headache. while a tempest raged outside. Moreover I was at the doubtful mercy of rum-runners. and Heaven only knew how I would ever get home again. I didn't change my clothes. I wept bitterly into a pillow. In the middle of my own little private storm, someone came down the hatch. It was Charley. He patted my shoulder and said: Are you seasick. kid? No, I said indignantly. I have never been sea-sick in my life. That Redhead pushed me down the hatch. I gulped over uttering such a lie, but I was so darned mad that I had to say something to blow off steam. Charley made a clueking sound with his tongue. and said soothingly: That wasn't at all nice of him, was it? XYell, suppose you change your clothes and take a little nap. You'll feel better then. He went out and I wearily opened some lockers. looking for the one with the clothes in. I found it at last. Clean dungarees and blue workshirts. as well as white shirts and white flannels. I would have explored some more but I was too woozy. I put on a pair of dungarees and a blue shirt and went to sleep. I was rudely awakened by someone shaking my shoulder and a voice shattered my dreams. YVhat in blank do you mean by telling Charley I pushed you down the blank blank hatch? I glared at the Redhead dopily but sincerely. '4IVell. you did. didn't you? I asked with a yawn. You know blank well I didn't! Take my clothes and then tell a yarn like that about. me! He IVAS mad. I was so tired that it was like lifting a heavy burden to answer. I didn't feel like being funny 01- fresh, I yawned again. and then said: I don 't. know why I said it. I'm sorry. He looked at me for about a minute. It was the longest minute I ever knew. Then he said abruptly: How old are you? Fourteen? Seventeen going on eigliteenfl I told him. I suppose I did look younger than that. sitting there with my legs under me and wearing the clothes that were too big for me. As old as that. he said as if he were talk- ing to himself. Then he straightened up and started for the hatch. XYe'll put in at East- port. in about an hour. Know anyone there? He was very brisk and impersonal. I thought hard, yawning all the time. Gradually the cob- webs in my brain were pushed aside by the memory that Raoul Trudeau's married sister lived in Eastport, so I said Yes, and went back to sleep. I dreamed some more after that. It was a sort of sequel to the other dream, if dreams have sequels. In the first one I was having a fight with the Redheadg in the second one I was about to go to a watery grave Cand was I scaredfi. Someone was holding me by the wrists and that was all that was keeping me from the briny deep. It was a terrific moment. I looked up and discovered that my rescuer had red hair! Imagine my embarrassment. to dis- cover that after we had thrown figurative brickbats at each other during the longest day I ever lived through, we had become suddenly the best friends in the world. VVhen at last he hauled me to the deck I thought it was time to wake up, so I did. lVe were in still waters when I awoke. I lay still for a while, wondering if we were al- ready at Eastport. Then I decided, with my usual perspicacity. that the only way to find out was to go on deck. I staggered to the hatch and climbed up. It was dark, and overhead there were stars. I stood there for a minute. looking around. Land loomed to port and lights twinkled all along the shore. So we were there at last. anchored in the harbor. Suddenly I felt like a sawdust doll that has been dropped in a pail of water. How in the name of all things good and holy was I to get to Brigport from East- port? A six hours' trip in a cruiser built for speed-I was furious. I went. into the chart house with murder in my heart. The Redhead was there reading a book and smoking. The book. I noticed. was The I'nforgotten Prisoner. and it struck me as symbolic. Hy. Jack Dalton, I said as nastily as I could. He looked up at me with elaborate surprise. Oh, hello. he said. Hungry? Noi I snapped. UI want to know how I'm supposed to get home from heref' He stood up and stretched. '4IVell, now, he began. Then he smiled. One corner of his mouth went up. and his eyes crinkled. If I hadn't been so mad I would have smiled back -it was that kind of smile. IVhy, you poor little waiff' he said in a sort of sympathetic way that made me feel like bursting into tears. 'tYou poor little waif, you've been taking everything to heart., haven 't you? HXVhat are you talking about? I demanded glaringly. icW9i1'6 going back to Brigport tonight. he said in a pitying voice. So rest assured, little coughdrop, all will be well.

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20 MANET Hum the Hektnear gut its Num, ARLENE GAFFEY, 7-3 Chin-Chin was a light brown Pekinese puppy, who lived with his mother and brothers and sisters in a small town in Nanking. China fright o11 the Yangtse riverl. Unlike other puppies. Chin-Chin was rather dissatisfied with his present home. He wanted to get out and see the world for himself. Now Chin-Chin had a great uncle who sat on the throne beside the emperor of China. who Chin-Chin thought was a real blue-blood. This made him all the more determined to see the world. Perhaps he might sometime have the honor of sitting on the emperors throne. So on one very warm June night this deter- mined pnp stole silently and quickly away from his Xanking home. He continued on his long. tiresome journey till dawn and found that he had reached the public square. He suddenly grew very hungry. for he hadn't eaten a mite since the preceding day. And when he found that it was impossible to secure anything he rather longed for his home with his kind mother and brothers and sisters. He tried to find the way back but was unable to do so. After he had gone around the square in seven circles he grew very tired. It hap- pened that just as he was turning a blind corner. the emperors chariot came clashing down the street and the cruel speeding wheels ran right over poor little Clllll-Cllll1.S nose. He cried out in pain very pitifully. A kind little girl witnessed the accident. ran across the square. picked up the now sobbing Chin-Chin. and took him to her l1o1ne. And lo and behold! When Chin-Chiu re- gained consciousness. hc found that he was right on the kitchen floor in his Nankiug home. and the kind little girl bending over him was his own loved mistress. Mary. Although Chin- Chin was safe again at home. his poor little nose could never be replaced. A And from that day forward. the Pekinese dogs have had short stubby human-like noses. Gruiar nf the Ermmarh CContinuedfrom Page 63 dived in after -Jackie and the three chums sported in the cool water for about half an hour. After their dip the boys were busy performing various duties: Cliff. bringing the log-up-to- date: Stan. running the motor for half an hour to charge the batteriesg and Jackie. cooking supper. He did a creditable job with the aid of the Galley Guide. a book for novices. except for burning a pan of biscuits. After supper Stan washed the dishes which were dried by Cliff and Jackie. At six o'clock. the boys went ashore in the dinghy which had been lashed to the roof of the cabin. They landed at the Plymouth Yacht Club. You fellows are from the Quincy yacht out there, arent you? inquired a gen- tleman. who appeared to be the Commodore. as the boys came upon the veranda from the floats. That 's right.. sir. answered Cliff. Going to be here long. boys? asked the Commodore. Just for tonight. responded Stan. were on a cruise. We head for Gloucester tomorrow, then home. Darn nice boat! What're you going to do tonight? Theres a good show up at the Old Colony Theatre. We were planning to take it in, answered Jackie. after looking around a bitf' Leaving the yacht club the boys strolled arou11d the town. seeing Plymouth Rock and the statue of Massasoit, and passing through Plymouth Park. . Rettuning to the yacht club they were hailed by a member of the club, Say, boys, you go- ing out to your boat? Yeah, answered Jackie. WeH. will you take Mr. Jenkins here. nodding towards a neatly dressed. prosperous- looking gentleman at his side, out to his yacht. the 'Tod'? 'Sure thing. responded Cliff. As they rowed out Mr. Jenkins explained that his crew didn 't expect him until tomorrow. Boy, that is a swell yacht you've got there, Mr. Jeukinsf' exclaimed Jackie, Ha house boat, isn't it? Yes, would you boys like to come aboard and look her over? Gee, thanksli' the trio responded almost simultaneously. The HTod was a. beautiful yacht. one hun- dred ten feet long. Shea was wonderfully equipped with beds. not berths. and all the other conveniences fotmd in a well equipped home on land. Tile baths, mahogany furniture, everything. conceivable or inconceivable! Back on board the Tecumseh Cliff called