Norwell High School - Shipbuilder Yearbook (Norwell, MA)

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THE SHIPBUILDER THE CLASS OF '27 We entered High together In the fall of '23, And we have had a pleasant time In our High School History. As Freshman we were angels We dared not crack a smile, But it surely didn't hurt us For we studied all the while. We had a Wonderful time But oh, how fast it went, For it only seemed a few days When our Sophomore year was spent Then we were jolly Juniors A year we'll never forget, For that was the year we won the cup With a Junior at the bat. But the best and last of all Was the dear old Senior year When the hall we decorated And made it ring with cheer. We mustn't forget the teachers Who led us thru those years, Who guided us so kindly Thru laughter, and thru-tears. We say farewell to High School To a' ve ' g I1 fair, er rippling waters, It seems to be everywhere. - It sweeps through haunted woodlands, And shakes the leafy trees, And blows the fisher's sail boat Out on the mighty seas. E. O. 21 C

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16 THE SHIPBUILDER the end of a futile hour's searching she arrived finally at the cabin, disheartened and disconsolate. Suddenly without warning the light was extinguished and as she advanced to relight it she collided with someone. She emitted a shriek that could have awakened the dead. A hand was clapped over her mouth and a blind over her eyes and as suddenly they were removed, revealing a roomful of young persons in the lamp light and in the midst of them the object of her search, Esther. Well-well--how-how did you get here? Where were you? Wha-t happened to you ? Accompanied by shouts and bursts of laughter Esther breathlessly attempted to tell her story. You know you said that this quiet life bored you, so when I went to the post office this morning I arranged with the crowd to have them come over and kidnap me in order to pro- vide excitement for you. Gracious, I should say that you had provided excitement and plenty of it, at that. But you needn't have taken such measures for you nearly frightened me to death. But, now that the gang's all here we may as well profit by it and have a good time. Come on everybody. Y. D. F., '28, Here's to the Senior, so learned and wise, As the Pride of the High School he takes the First Prize. He studies by day and he studies by night, His conduct is perfect, his grades out of sight, The Senior! Here's to the Junior, in baseball a star, He say's 'Never seen it - I done - and she are. His grammar is rusty, his study hours few, But he is an athlete, I'm telling you! The Junior! Here's to the Sophomore, society's pet, Won't go out in the rain for fear he'll get wet, He rushes the girls, he's sweet, I declare, At dances and needlework he is a bear! The Sophomore! . Here's to the Freshman, my word, but he's green 5 He rides to the High School in his little machine He plays tag and hopscotch, and hide-and-seek, The Freshman, my friends is the High School Freak! The Freshman! D. G. '27.

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