Norwell High School - Shipbuilder Yearbook (Norwell, MA)

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14 THE SHLIPBUILDER GOOD HABITS Ill The dictionary tells us that a habit is a fixed or estab- lished custom. We all admire people of good habits. Ill Saving money is a good habit and a very practical one. It means much in after years in many ways. What the future has in store for you depends in large measure upon What you place in store for the future. dll Open a Savings Account now, allow it to compound and increase, and later you will have at fund available for continuing your education beyond the High School. IH Small as well as larger deposits are welcome. SOUTH SCITUATE SAVINGS BANK OF NORWELL PATRONIZE OUR ADVERTIZERS

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THE SI-IIPBUILDER 13 WOULDN'T IT BE FUNNY IF: Irma were a Ham instead of a Bacon. Robert were White instead of Brown. Marian were the Ocean instead of the Beach. Hilda were a Lincoln instead of a Maxwell. Myrtle were Tombstones instead of Graves. Alice were a Bud instead of a Blossom. Cynthia were- some Bluebirds instead of some Robbins. Lyman were Washington instead of Lincoln. Russell were Blueing instead of Whiting. Charlie were Hacken' instead of Holden. Orran were a Bottle instead of a Cann. Fred were Dull instead of Sharp. Charlie were a Farmer instead of a Smith. John were an Alderman instead of a Sexton. . Litchfield were a Skunk instead of a Weasil. M. G. '27. TWILIGHT ON THE NORTH RIVER Everything is rapt in silence as the sun slowly sinks behind the trees which border the North River, leaving a crimson path in the sky. The motionless water of the river forms a mirror in which the stately trees admire their bright-hued autumn dresses. Now the silence is broken by the shrill caw of a crow as it flies lazily over the water seeking its nest for the night. Again the silence is broken by the faint chug of a motor boat as it winds its way along the river. Now its echoes are resounded through the forest. As the boat draws farther and farther away the sound of the motor is lost in the distance. Everything is peaceful once more. The river lies like a sergentg the sun casting its last golden and crimson rays in the water. The shadows of the trees become longer and longer as the sun slowly sinks from view. Now the twilight has changed to darkness, but although it is rapt in obscurity the North River flows on ever winding toward the sea. E. H. '29. TO A MORNING GLORY Morning Glory thou are the messenger of dawn. Thou openest very early to greet the birth of morn. We know not what our joy or sorrow is to be - But may the morning's promise be ever fair like thee. E. C. '29.

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THE SHIPBUILDER 15 THE FULFILLED WISH I'm sick of this monotonous life in this forsaken place. I've nothing to do but twirl my thumbs all day long. I thought that we were in for a great time when we came here, they told me that the swimming and Hshing was great, but heav- ens! a person can't be expected to do that all the time. 1'll be glad when the summer is- over, Jane Moose lamented in an exasperated tone. Well what would you like to do ? asked Esther Ralston, an intimate friend who was camping with Jane in a log cabin surrounded by tall pines and situated close to a lake, which provided entertainment for the two girls. Oh, I don't exactly know, but I desire some excitement. It's as quiet as a churchyard at the present time. I wish that the crowd would come here so we could have a good time. So do I, but I don't think that they will, anyway would you like to go to the post oflice, Jane ? Heavens! It's hot enough now but if I should walk to the post office I'd die before I arrived. I'll go then and you can read awhile. An hour later upon her return from the post office she carried the mail and perceiving Jane sleeping serenely in the hammock she laughed mischievously. Dusk had fallen. The numerous stars twinkled down upon the shadowy earth and produced a dim light in which were distinguishable the vague forms of murmuring trees. In the interior of the cabin the two girls were busily oc- cupied preparing -their supper when ,Esther suddenly re- marked, There isn't any water. I'll get some at the spring while you set the table. Scarcely had these words issued from her mouth when she vanished into the darkness, car- rying the water pail. In the meantime Jane had performed her various tasks and was impatiently awaiting Esther's return. A vague pre- sentiment of danger troubled her and going to the door she called into the darkness, Esther, Esther, hurry. She called repeatedly and receiving no answer to her calls she became alarmed. I wonder what could have happened. I had better go look for her, and running to procure a light she also was swallowed up by the darkness. In her anxiety she paid no attention to the briars and trees that impeded her progress and at the spring she found the water pail, evidence that Jane had been there. Flashing her light before her she proceeded into the heart of the woods calling the name of her friend in vain. The tails of Esther, Esther, disturbed the quietness of the dark wood and as she ran stumbling through the wood her great- est concern was for the safety of her friend. In her excited hunt she had proceeded in a circle and at