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

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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

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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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26 MANET Carol, your 'wells' some day will make a river, said the English teacher. How did you know we were having a party? asked Helen. t'VVhen girls don't do their work in class and go around with guilty faces, we teachers know that there is something in the air, said Miss Benson. Are you going to tell Miss Gibson? If you girls don 't give us something to eat, we will, said the Latin teacher. After the party was over, the teachers looked at each other and smiled wisely. There will be no more midnight. feasts. The next day the girls met outside Room 14 in which the party had been held and discussed the party of the night before. Gee, said Helen, 'tteachers aren't so bad after all. Are they girls? 7! nrthrrn 4 xpnaurea By MEN ABOUT TOWN Grab yourself 2111 aspirin, children, we're here again. XVARNING!! All publicity hounds looking for recognition in this column will not be noticed unless they are willing to expose their private lives That diner at Norfolk Downs seems to have taken the place of MacKay's for that after- school Hputf that refreshes. It seems to us that the assistant editor of this rag spends more time writing and reading let- ters to and from Marian Johnston than doing his homework. Oh, for the life of a schoolboy! At one of the volley ball games one of Mr. VVhitney's dear children was heard to cry out, Oh, mama, look at papa 's new underwear. Under the order of a certain authority one of our very pretty senior girls was among those present at a seventh grade penmanship class. How you doing, Rheta? To this casual observer it seems that Mutt Mathurin got the inside track in the eternal triangle between Ann Peterson, himself, and Ralph Bevins. Info: One would-be student went into room 212 eating cheese crackers. Result: Miss Say- age furnished another full box for him. Think it oyer-Angels. The Voice came out one week connecting 4'Bill Morrison and Giggles Kendall, and the next week connecting' him with Tliora Soderberg. How come? Is he that good or is it. you, Shields? Believe it or not, Ralph McLeod tactuallyj played the part of a modest shrinking violet at the football entertainment. NVho'd have thunk it? Grover SaWhorse'7 Clark is running around these days with paper and pencil. Wliat for? 'NVhy, Just to give you his autograph. Dunbar and VVallace-'nutf said. Info: The perfect alibi for a. w. o. l. in study rooms is two misled library slips. 'Tis said a recent visitor to North remarked: f'Tl1ere not a bad looking' bim in the bunch. .lust imagine what he'd say after all these knit- ting creations appear! -lean Curry just had to add that feminine touch to Kurt Buttertield's football sweater. A red cord and tassel. XVhat the well-dressed horse will wear as modeled hy .linnnie and Mal in the foot- ball entertainment. SHORTS and sweet. C'ruelty to dumb animals!! Miss Billman eating all kinds of refreshments in front of the starving cast at the class play rehearsals. In spite of George 'tDimp Howe 's leader- ship in red shirts, the black shirts have be- come prominent. - They don 't show the dirt. TOO SVVEET FOR XVOBDS: Dicky Carlson in a boy scout suit. Mr. Luce saying 'tambiguityf' Mr. SIHOYPTQS benevolent grin. The Voice's voice. -Tack Garden in knickers. 'tPete'7 Zoia pushing a baby carriage. Mabel Finch admiring Ned', Assmus's dimple. Big business for the truant officer lately- what with Joe Penner, Phil Baker, and Jimmie Lunceford in town all in a row. 'Tis rumored that the question before the band at present is whether to be snappy in military uniforms or sweet in capes. In spite of the Girls! Club play being for women only among those in attendance were Mr. Hofferty and R-ussy Willianis. Adios, children! We will be seeing you in the graduation number.