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

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-me www by Marie Kelley '42 The Valkyrie are riding wild again! Their wind-tossed hair is as black as Riding wild on the wings of the night, , , Storm Deep blue are their flashing eyes . ' . . Out of the gloom shines their armor They are looking for heroes to Join bright in the fight As their horses race through the That Odin will hold in the dawn. Skies, And Odin comes down from his throne on high, While Asgard's great gates are l thrown wideg Valhalla's gold halls are filled once again, For the Valkyr have returned from their ride. - 744 Wad by Ruth Richmond '43 The wind is just a pack of air, That shows off all the day. It bothers people as they work, And bothers them at play. It tosses everything it can, It merrily goes on its way And carries them somewhereg Through Figtlcaie and through It plays with fall leaves all the day, Oier deep blue Seas and over land And never has a care. It does its merry dance. MANET

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LE TOUR DE FRANCE I1 y a chaque annee en France une grande course a bicyclette qui s'appel1e le Tour de France. Cette course a lieu en juillet et en aout et dure environ vingt jours. La dis- tance parcourue est de 4.416 kilo- metres. Les concurrents viennent de tous les pay1s, mais un Francais, Roger Lapebie, a remporte le prix de dix mille dollars 1'ete dernier. En France, le Tour de France est un des evenements les plus popu- laires de l'annee. Pendant la duree de la course, les journaux publient chaque jour les progres des cyclistesg et aux cinemas on tourne des films qui demontrent comment les indivi- dus entrent en rivalite avec les autres concurrents. Tous les Francais s'interessent a ce sport, et parce que ces courses offrent tant de divertissement, peut- etre un de ces jours qu'on organisera des pareilles courses aux Etats-Unis. William Cameron, 12-1 The International Exposition in Paris has attracted world-wide in- terest recently. The purpose of the Exposition is to show artistic, in- dustrial, and scientific progress in a democratic way. One of our French teachers, Miss Webstersmith, visited the Exposition while in France this summer. Miss Webstersmith be- lieves that the highlights of the Ex- position were the Pavilions of forty- two nations, especially the Russian building, the Regional and Colonial Centers, representing the different French departments and colonies, the Centre des Arts Appliques , with its gorgeous tapestries and 20 MANET jewelsg the Pavilion of Elegance, showing luxurious furs and chic stylesg the Palais de la Decouvertes , which shows modern scientific marvelsg and the Parc des Attrac- tions ', like our amusement parks on a very large scaleg and the Water trip, at night, between the beautiful buildings, with a cosmopolitan crowd on either side of the waterway. At nlght, the Exposition grounds were lighted with lights that, synchronized with organs, changed color with the changing notes of music. The visit to the Exposition, said Miss Webstersmith-and doubtless all who saw the project will agree- leaves an impression of magnifi- cence, an unforgettable memory, of a trip delightful, inspirational, and so unique it hardly seems real. 1 f' of 17 ' ff ' ff , f -fl ,XZ X f 2 f X X X I X X l X

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7fzeR12leanJ4alfof14foafof6ake by Rita McFarland '41 One bright sunny afternoon that was to go down in household history, I, in a moment of inspired genius, decided to make a cake. This was a major operation. When I voiced my intention to my mother, she, in the deflating way mothers have, said, Do as you wish, but you can't waste my good eggs. You will have to buy some cooking eggs. So I hopped upon Slow Motion fmy' bicycle to youj and raced to the corner store. As I was riding home, though it would be more near- ly correct to say bouncing home, I noticed that my basket and the bag containing the eggs and a can of corn were getting very yellow and wet. It didn't take over ten guesses to know what had happened. The storeman must have been the miss- ing link to put a can of corn on a dozen of eggs. Oh, well! what was a dozen of eggs in my young life. I soon found out. I finally used the eggs, fthe good onesl my mother had. Well I beat, and I sifted and I stirred and I mixed and finally the masterpiece was in the oven. I looked at it in ten minutes' time, and it was com- ing along beautifully. Then came the supreme moment when the cake was supposed to be doneg ah, after all my trials and tribulations, now the reward in a large, fragrant, golden, brown cake. I opened the oven door! Where .... where .... was my cake? It. . .it. . . just wasn'tg that's all. I looked in the pan. If it had sunk much lower, it would have gone below sea level. The sinking may have been caused by the oven, or it may have been the fact that my brother dropped his roller skates in the middle of the floor, it may have been anything, but--the first lesson to learn in cooking, it's never the cook. ilCURTAlN CALLS ff fra, all fa? fb 7 - x f 2 2 MANET WHAT D0 700 MEAN- Arno-fPAE6'E?