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

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24 MAN ET lVe clean up the benches and all to perfection. Just according to the instructors direction. XVe hurry through drawings. which looked at again Seem to have been made by someone of ten. Finish up quickly. we're told as we hurry. Or to your next class you'll have to sc-urry I The whole class is finished as the words are said! XVhat the instructor will think. when this he has read. As teacher says, Papers in at the end of the class! The heart sinks. in more than one boy and one lass. A minute or so-b-rringgg goes the bell, As for a day in the lab . that's all I can tell. E112 linsrtta Stunt LORNA DRUMMOND, I0-2 QA tablet of basalt. containing an inscription in two forms of Egyptian hieroglyphics and in Greek, was found in Rosetta. Egypt. in 17519 by Monsieur Bousard. It supplied the key to the ancient ll1St'l'lDfi4lllS of Egypto ln the land of ancient Egypt Flows the Nile by sphinx and temple. Monolith with hieroglyphics- Early form of picture writing lfsed by scribes and priests of Iris, Thus they wrote that fair land's history On the tombs of all the Pharaohs. Temple walls and reed. papyrus. There is found that ancient record. Years passed on, the land was conquered By the Greeks and then the Romans So that writing was forgotten And was lost for many ages. Yet. a scribe of Ancient Egypt Chained beneath the hand of labor On a stone engraved these symbols Of the ancient picture writing. And beneath it carved the writing Of the later lords of Egypt. Then two thousand years later. Long was lost the Roman culture. Came Xapoleon with his legions Despoiling all the land of Egypt. And a soldier of this army Stumbled on that stone. half buried. Carried it with him to Paris. There a little while, it rested. Tlien a scholar saw the writing, Found in it the key, long wanted To that ancient picture writing. Thus was found the stone, Rosetta. A 'Hagahnnh Sung ELIZABETH WALLACE, I2-3 Blue sky above me Clouds, billowy, white. Sun in the heavens Sending forth light. Brilliant and warm, Life giving ray. I thank god For the sun today. Black sky above me Seeniing so near. Stars ill the heavens Sending forth cheer. 'lfwinkling and laughing, Blessed and bright. I thank God For the stars tonight. Skating Bags MAE RUMRILL, 8-9 It rained all day and then the next The water froze the ice Into a slippery sheet of glass That made it sniooth and nice. One by one the skaters poured Upon the solid pond W'ith joyous laughter carrying back And reaching way beyond. The colors flew by thick and fast Spots of red and blue. All the merry young folk Lots of old folk too. All the pond was crowded With people by the score Who cared how cold their toes might get When skating socks they wore? How joyous are these skating times That winter brings along. Hurrah for good old skating days Will be our sole theme song. Enya iEnh ELIZABETH WALLACE, 12-3 Quiet evening and fading light, Shadows softly creep, And the sky now grey, reluctantly sees The round sun sink to sleep. Then night like a blanket settles, And holds within its sway A strangely silent world that rests, Awaiting another day,

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MANET p p 23 A t'ew years later i11 the streets ot' Madrid there appeared a young' serenader who lliltl no occupation other tl1a11 to entertain the ricl1 Zllltl poor alike. From his ineager earnings he clothed tllltl fed himself. After a fllllt' he he- Utllllt' a t'amiliar figure and seemed as n1ucl1 a part ot' fill' city as tl1e huildings and streets. Not Elll evening- passed that the young' man didn't come to sing' to the people of Madrid. lt became a well lilltiXYll fact that no entertain- lllt'Ilf was complete or regarded as a success without. his songs. Many persons at dusk l1ad pictures revived i11 their n1i11ds once again as they listened to tl1e serenader's sweet songs. l11 a particularly beautiful, marble structure in the southern side of tl1e city, there dwelt a grray-liaired. sad-eyed woman. There still re- mained a few traces of the beauty wl1icl1 had heen hers. o11 her lined face. Rarely a day passed that she did not sit on lltll' balcony and graze at tl1e waterfronts in tl1e distance, as it soinethingr for which she was searching would unexpectedly slip into the harbor at any minute. and when dusk had deepened into night there came an inevitable look of longring' tllld disappointnient over her countenance. On one of these many occasions a shadow suddenly appeared under the low roofed balcony and under the cover of darkness sane' songs of the sea. It seemed as if this supply was never endingr, for as soon as one ended he launched into another. At length he ended his recital and the lady placed a handful of coins ill l1is outstretched palm. He made a sweeping how tllltl passed on i11to thc next courtyard where he started anew. As she closed the shutters ot' her halcony windows, his clear, young, it'llOl' voice came faintly to her ears wl1icl1 she strained to hear tl1e distant 11otes. 'l'his came to pass each following' night, hut no words were uttered hetween them, and per- haps this would have co11ti11ued indefinitely had 11ot unexpected guests from a far city ap- peared Ollt' night. Xvlltill he came to serenade. she asked l1i111 to step i11 a 1lltllllt'lli' to enter- tain l1er Quests, for he would surely ,Qjillll great protit from these generous Spaniards. Wlhile he was giving' his recital, she sud- denly noticed the curiously ornamented ring which he wore on 0110 of his fingers. She grave a stifled grasp, but showed no other sign of surprise. He G11i91'T2ll1l0tl the visitors until they decided it was time to depart, but they did this with obvious regret. He would also have departed but she detained him with a sign. After every guest had gone, she asked him where he obtained a ring' of such queer design. He told her tl1e story of the capture and death of his sea captain father while she listened with ashen face. She showed great emotion at the conclusion ot his story, ifllltl he asked the cause of it. She disappeared into the adjoining room and re- appeared with a ring' of the same design. He suddenly realized that all his wanderings would now be ended. So the two, who had waited countless years for this, were united. A Bag in the 'B.iz1h ANNE SHENNETT, Il-2 We come to our lah class prepared for the day- tAs to that perhaps the instructor could sayj. 'l'l1e class straggles in, we finally get started. To tl1e instructors dismay, no thoughts have darted 'l'ln-ougli our compendious minds, as is seen By the things we say or those we mean. When precautions are given, and last lllllllllt' ll0l4'S. ttlli these our instructor sometimes dotesp All l'lKlll.i -lllt' permission to start to work, Hur keys are t'ou11d. we're told not to shirk. XYe start tl1e experinient, hoping: in vain 'lfhat the test tuhes we'll keep, tl1e henehes not Slilill. We stand tlllll minutely equipnient weigh, ICxaetness is time-savin,z Illt' instructor will say. A flask. a ringstand. and tubing ot' glass, l'l'ttll2ll'2lll0ll being: made tlirougrhout tl1e class. t'hlorate, nianganese. and acid poured in, The latter we know is injurious to skin! We vifrorously heat things to the distress tif tl1e instructor. What he says? You may guess! Ilrawers are opened and shut with a hang, As hotties all rattle, metallic sounds clung. Pop! goes a gas jet. Attention ! -, the command, A gas jet is on! It's turned off hy swift hand. Smell tl1is! k4:1 hottie thrust under our nose. I'nt-ensciously we breathe to tind there no rose, Instead, sulphur dioxide. a gas distasteful, We have no desire of this to he wasteful g Thus llle oliject. ot' a neig'hl.1orly prank, For which tl1e neighbor deserves a good spank! We strive with formulas. equations, usw tu. s. v.J Sonietimes it seems that it's all Greek to me ! Iiusily writing' we ti11d ourselves choking, The Sl'IlN2lflUll is really very provoking! Stllllt'0llP!S erpiipment is eltervescing' 1lA'fll'02e11 chloride. Tl1et'eeli11Q, ! Iiistressing! Sizzle and crack! goes Stllllt'lttltlj'!S tlask. 'l'l1at it's hroken. ol' course. we need not ask. Surely the setup l1ad been inspected. 1'erhaps it mi,u'ht have lieen rejected! Or maylie tl1e person in alvstract mood XVas caret'ul not where the l1ot llask he stood! A faucet is illl'Ilt'tl. water is splashed. For our paper across the way we dash. We ti11d it spotted. and slightly damp. It' we only could get our hands o11 tl1e scamp! A hurry Zlllll hustle to get our work done. Ill lnelween times a IllUIllPllf is snitched for some fun, We test tl1e products, They could he better, The materials we used weren't' quite to the let tg-r

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MANET 25 leathers Arrrft Sm 'Bah MARION KELLY, I0-2 Carol Travers kissed her mother good-bye, trying to look carefree and happy, but feeling very lonely and homesick, already. It, was her nrst day at Miss Gibson 's Boarding School. After seeing her mother disappear from view. she glanced at the girls and felt very much confused because she did not know one of them. Finally, she found her room and sat down to collect her thoughts. She wondered what l1er roommate was like. Carol looked in the mirror and said very sternly: Now listen here. Carol Travers. You're going to stop being so silly right now. The very idea of being homesick! You know Miss Gibson is very 11ice a11d Miss McCleany is a darling. ' ' The door opened softly and a small dark girl entered. XVith a cheerful hello, sl1e threw herself on the bed. Are you my roommate? sl1e asked. XVell, it looks that way. NVhat's your name? Mine is Carol Travers. 'tl am Helen Daniels, 24 Belmont Street. Baltimore, Maryland, born in the year 1917 of Mr. and Mrs. James H. Daniels. If any flu'- ther details are wanted, call or write to the station to which you are now listening. Thats complete enough, laughed Carol. Suddenly a bell rang so loudly that both girls jumped. 'tlt must be dinner! said Helen. t'Let's go. I'm starvedll' Feeling very shy they went downstairs where they met many other girls who felt as they did. The girls seemed friendly and soon Carol and Helen were laughing and talking with them. After a few days, one ofthe girls said, We ought to have a midnight feast, they always do at boarding schools. The girls all agreed to the idea and soon plans were under way. Now there are only two little questions to be answered. IVhere shall we have the honor- able feast? What on earth shall we eat, dust? 'We could have it i11 our room, said Helen looking rather doubtfully at her roommate. Well, I suppose we could, said Cfarol slowly. I'll write to my mother and ask l1er to send us something. Of course, I can 't tell what it is for. My aunt will send us something. Do you really think we can get away with it? Sh, girls! here comes Miss Benson I Boy, doesn't sl1e look mad! , She gave us the next five pages to trans- late! What a Woman ! Finally, the great day came. None of the girls were able to do any work during class periods. Miss Benson and Miss McCleany stood talking in the corridor. I think something is going to happen to- night. Nobody did any work at all in Latin, said Miss Benson. l was a girl once and know that when I was a freshman in boarding school a midnight feast just had to be held. I am on duty tonight, and those children will have a good time until 11ear the end, when I shall walk in and help them eat the remainder of the feast. NI can just see the faces on those girls when you walk in. I wish I were on duty, too. I will call you so that you can come into the room with me. t'Do you know what room it is to be held in? 'tXo, but I can easily find out. Meanwhile the girls were discussing the event in Carols roo1n, not suspecting what was going to happen. IVell, there 's the bell. Don't forget girls. Quarter of twelve. t'As if we could 2 That night when Miss Benson went around and peeked in each door, sl1e had all she could do to keep from laughing. As if anyone couldnt tell from their faces what is going to l1appe11 tonight. About quarter of twelve, white figures were seen running from room to room. hls everybody here? whispered Helen. 'All present and accounted for! 'Lets eat! 'Look at those sandwiches! Did you ever see so many? Cake, cookies. pie, and candy! XVe'll never be able to finish it all. Lets try. anyway. Miss Benson rapped softly on Miss Mc- Cleany's door. Miss McC'leany came out and said, I'm all ready. You know, I believe that I feel more excited than those girls. The girls were all seated in a circle with only one candle lighted. So far. so good! Yfe haVe11't been caught yet. Let 's hope our luck continues. At that moment, the door opened softly and the two teachers entered. The students turned around witl1 startled looks on their faces. Well, girlsf' said Miss Benson, we have come to join the party. I hope you will welcome us, said Miss McCleany. XVell, er, nh, sit down, won't. you? said Farol. D 4 6 K