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

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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

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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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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