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

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MANET 5 was very pleasing to the eye. There were throngs of people crowded at each side show and place of interest. lt was almost an impossible feat to cross the city thoroughfares because there are no subways. and long lilies of street cars progressed slowly on through the massive traffic, one after the other in single tile. Chicago also holds its marauding corner. il witnessed the section where John Dillinger, alleged gangster, met his death after he had stepped out of a cheap theater. Tl1e exact spot where the happening took place was pointed out to many sightseers with eager interest. The bleak and desolate alleys were typical of the inhabitants of the underworld. The atmos- phere was made all the more weird and allur- ing by the cans of blood-red paint whose con- tents were spread over every object in view by newspaper men busily involved in filming the horrible SCPIIPS. One could have enjoyed wondrously eventful days at the fair. and not have been able to see all that there was available. lf our feet had had the power to speak for themselves l am sure we wouldn't have seen one-half of what we had set out to view. The 'it'entury of Progress might be better described as 'fllt' Worlds Exposition since the idea of a fair brings to 1ny mind a small country festival, similar to the 'l'opstield Fair, where the women chatter busily and exchange what petty gossip or local scandal they have accumulated, and farmers discuss crop conditions and livestock. The eager Chicago spectators have traveled from many different parts of the country and lend a cosmopolitan atmosphere, while at the county fair everyone is right at home. XVonderful opportunities, both educational and entertaining, were afforded us by this Cen- tury of Progress and in my estimation our minds were enriched with that rare beauty and art which is oftentimes overlooked by us in this connnon everyday business world. Glruiar nf the Ivrumarhn 1 Cast off the mooring, Stan! Okey doke! Let 's go, Clitflt' The scene was aboard a forty-four foot yawl in XVollaston Bay. The yawl was the Tecum- seh, owned by Mr. G. A. Johnson of Quincy. She was a long, sleek yacht. with beautiful lines. Aboard the f'Tecumseh were three boys in their teens. Most prominent of the trio was Clifford Royce Johnson, son of the owner. a tall, husky fellow who appeared older than his sixteen years. He had broad shoulders and an altogether fine physique, with large, clear, sparkling blue eyes and light brown hair. His companion and partner in many incidents, happy and unhappy, was Stanley Bruce Adair. Stan was also of good physique, although lean and wiry, but strong as an ox. He had black. curly hair and laughing brown eyes. The third member of the group was John Tildale Taylor. a year younger than his clunns. He was the smallest of the three. -lackie, as lie was called, had brown hair and green eyes. The three friends were always seen together and were labelled The Three Musketeers by one ot their parents. but this title had since degen- erated to The Three Musty Beers. A moderate easterly breeze was blowing and the Tecumseh picked up speed as she sailed close hauled under mainsail, jigger, and jib. Hoist the jib staysail andthe jib topsail, you fellows! shouted Cliff from his post at the wheel. The boys jumped to carry out his orders and soon the Tecumseh was making better speed under the additional sail area. They headed out between Long and Rainsford Islands and came about off Nubble Channel. They proceeded up Nantasket Roads, in a series of short hitches, to Boston Light. Off Boston Light they were passed by a beautiful seventy-tive foot high speed commuter. She had rounded, stainless steel deckhouses har- monizing with the somewhat sheer lines of her hull. Such boats are built for fast commuting between a seaside home and the city in whigh thc ownei-'s place of business is located, for example. Here the Tecumseh set out on a long starboard tack seaward. 'tHold her at seventy, Cliff said to Stan who was now at the wheel. Cliff and Jackie, stripped to the waist, were stretched out. wherever they could find room, enjoying a sun- bake. As the Tecumseh7' proceeded she was cir- cled by a roaring speedboat. The passengers waved to the boys and straightening out she Slwfl HWHY- LHT91' 011 Stan sighted a sail. Gradually they overtook the other boat. She was the fforonia ll, a small cruiser of sloop Fifi- For a short. distance it was nip and tuck. but slowly the Tecumseh overtook and passed the other boat. XVith the Coronia ll not far astern, they were overtaken bv H10 Uf'l'mlt YH 3 lHl'5l'f' yawl, long and sleekf Her owner shouted, How about a race?

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4 MANET howlin'. that slipknot of wat.-1-spout just strained tighter and tigl1ter and bust the boat to bits. Poor fellers. them that was in it. I be so moved to my very innards by the loss of them brave men. that I plum forgit to steer my own boat. And my men were all appalled like, still at their oars. So when all hands took a squint through the tlyin' spume all about there, we war blown way half up the side of a ugly tilted waterspout, wit.h the sea a-goin' away and the sky, so fur as we could jedge. a comin' nearer. As there was signs. then of a sudden, of the storm a-goin' to abate, there war but one thing to do. Them spouts when they die out split in the middle. And the splittin' war commencin' and our escape down the spout war cut oft. There warn 't but one thing to do. and that war to row to the top of the spout. And on reachin' near the top, all we cud do was ter throw out the anchor to keep us from a slidin' down. And now comes the incredible part. There we were anchored up there with the crew all prayin' for forgiveness and confessin' to me as their captain as how they'd drunk up all the ium. Then as they grew more hysterical-like in the tlyin' spray up there, for yer couldn't see nawthin' for the mess o' fiyin' seawater up the side o' that spout. the boat seemed to be kind o' gently settlin'. YVe war sort ol sinkin' down through the thinnin' waters of the, worn- out spout. And, just as we War all expectin' to suddenly drop miles down into the furious waters. there seemed to come a gentle scrapin' on the bottom of the boat and the sweetest smell like o' beautifuous flowers. And, would yer believe it, we found ourselves settin' right on mother earth. embowered in the sweet foliag'e of a tropical mountain paradise. That thar spout had stretched right over from the sea till it become connected and fastened like onto the summit of a mountain. So, when the cussed thing died away. we wafted gently down a few teet until the danged lifeboat was restin, on the handiest mountain peak I ever come 2lcl'oss, Q A Bag at the illnir I was one of the many fortunate people who spent a glorious holiday at the XVorld's Fair. Almost every industry believable was presented in some form of building there. If you should take the time to consider one-half of the num- erous types of businesses which we have today. you would maintain only a rough estimate of the vast collection and the time of planning and preparation which was involved in creating these wondrous marvels. It was indeed a ' C Century of Progress. The tall and short buildings were constructed of all sorts of geometric contrivances and shapes. One surpassed all feeling of dizziness in even attempting to gaze at the skyscrapers and towers. Besides height and structure. they displayed artful blends of color. The huge Hall of Science had the appearance of a bril- liantly illuminated metal and glass creation. soaring from colored terraces. Leading up to this predominating structure of magnificence, was the striking Avenue of Flags which lent an air of pomp and gaiety to the fair. Elec- tricity's wizardry was unfolded in a sickle- shaped group of buildings embellished with hanging gardens, steel cypress trees. and elec- tric cascades and fountains. The temperature registered by the great Texaco thermometer 1020. There had been a lack of rainfall which resulted in a drought and all the dilapidated corn tiields could be discerned for miles around the outskirts of the city. The intense heat made us very thirsty and we had to content ourselves by drinking tonic. as the scanty water supply was said to contain a form of poisoning. My greatest thrill was the sky ride. On this trip I reached a height of over a thousand feet into midair. I rode in a small cart which soared up, up into twin towers of a height greater than that of the Empire State Build- ing. I experienced a breath-taking sensation upon my rapid descent and witnessed another peculiar feeling when I reached good old Mother Earth once again. My condition might have been interpreted as an acute attack of both seasickness and dizziness. Despite all this nausea. however, I continued on my sight- seeing tour with much eagerness. Among the various villages represented was the Bowery of New York which portrayed the famous Brooklyn Bridge where that famed per- son, Steve Brody, accomplished his miracu- lous diving feat. The early Colonial and French periods were displayed in all their quaintness, and appeared very realistic. I con- sidered the Indian village the most interesting with its war dances and medicine chieftains. The Enchanted Island was a tive-acre won- derland for the children attending tl1e fair. They derived great pleasures from the magic moun- tain, tropical garden, children 's theater, and the miniature railroad. At dusk a glamorous dis- play of fireworks arrayed' all the heavens and

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6 MANET 4'Come on, let's try it, Cliff, said Jackie and Stan almost simultaneously. HO. IQ, shouted Cliff, we're gamef' 4'Come on, you fell-ows, take the sheets! called Cliff. Jackie, you take the main and jigger. Stan, you takfe the ,iib sheets, and I'll take the wheel. O. K. boys, let's go! Tl1e boys took their posts and settled down to do their best. Cliff tried all the tricks of yacht racing, and he knew a great deal about racing, having participated in and won a great many races, but he succeeded in passing the Chantey only once. This g'ap was soon bridged and the Chantey once more took the lead, although it was close sailing all the way. After 'they had sailed on this tack about twelve and a quarter miles, Clift said, Well, they beat us, but the good old 'Tecumseh' gave the tChantey' a run for her money. VVe've got to come about here. Flatten your jigger, Jackie! VVhen the crew of the Chantey saw the 'tTecumseh coming about, they waved farewell and proceeded on their course. After they had eaten at noon, they played harmonicas and banjos. For about an hour they had a good time, especially when Jackie tried to sing. 'Nough said. Suddenly the Tecumseh lost headway and the sails began to flap madly. 'tSayl cried Stan, The wind has shifted around to northeast. It 's on our quarter now. HStart your sheets, you fellows, said Clitt. This d-one, the t'Tecumseh once again gained headway. Meanwhile massx s of cnmulo- nimbus tthunder showerl clouds had been banking up in the Northeast quadrant. Also a bit of a sea was kicking up. Noticing this, Cliff suddenly shouted, Lower the sails, you lubbers! Step on itl' As he spoke Cliff lufifed the t'Tecumseh, the boys jumped to the halliards, and the order was carried out in short order, but none too soon. Hardly were the sails down than the squall hit with all its fury. The wind came roar- ing and swishing through the rigging with force enough to snap the masts as though they were matchsticks, perhaps eyen to capsize the yacht. Stan seized the wheel and attempted to hold her nose into the wind while Cliff went below to start the engine, a Gray 4-35 with reduction gear. Jackie took the oilskins from the locker, and, donning his own, went out on the bridge deck with Stan's. The squall shut out nearly all the light, and roundabout was practically darkness. In this time of need the engine re- fused to turn over and the poor old 'tTecum- sch took many a smashing sea on her beam. Stan sent Jackie to make sure the fastenings of the dinghy were tight while the boat bucked, and plunged, and rolled in the grip of the en- raged elements. Suddenly there loomed up right in the path of the Tecumseh's drift, a large ship, barely four boat lengths away. The hearts of Jackie and Stan were in their mouths as they watched the huge ship bear down on them in their helpless state. But the motor, apparently ashamed of its stubborn obstinacy, started up with a roar and the Tecumseh plunging ahead barely missed be- ing cut down by the liner. She was the S. S. Ontario of the Merchant and Miners Trans- portation Company with Captain Kauserud, Q n 1 - . X 1 , y J- M. t-f 0 f at f 5- E ,w wf ff 1,4 iw air' me A I 5 6: , I ' F J t' '7' will KI K l , cl - ' Wg X, since badly burned, and bcached on the flats of Governor's Island. The squall had spent its rage and it departed as quickly as it had come. A sailboat nearby was not as lucky as the Te- cumseh, for she was dismasted and one of her crew was carried overboard with the rig- ging. However, after her crew picked up the man overboard and cut away the rigging, she proceeded under auxiliary power. The boys hoisted the sails and proceeded under their power alone as usual. Shortly they sighted a spar buoy, number eight. It proved to be on Howland Ledge off Duxbury. Their objective was the mouth of Plymouth Harbor. I guess I made a mistake in my dead reck- oning. said Cliff. 'tXVe'll follow the shore- line of Duxbury. As they proceeded they sighted a group of racing Duxbury fifteen footers. It was a beau- tiful sight, the sun shining on the white sails, the boats, with their fine lines, cutting through the water, each striving for the lead. Soon they came to the mouth of Plymouth Harbor and proceeding up the harbor came to anchor off Plymouth R-ock. Stan, slipping up behind Jackie, threw him overboard. Cliff and Stan CContimced on Page 205