Norwell High School - Shipbuilder Yearbook (Norwell, MA)

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94i4-0-G00-i0-iQ Page22 THE SHIPBUILDER About three blocks further on was an old brownstone mansion with a tall iron fence around it. The place had a gloomy look. There was a line of writing carved into the thick wood of the front door. Being as curious as the person who, upon being told that curiosity killed a cat, innocently asked what the cat wanted to know, I went up the steps onto the front porch to see if I could make out the writ- ing on the door. It was a home for old maids who had fallen in love long after they should have. On a small copper plate which was fas- tened to the door jam was the name of Miss Gertrude Gauley, Manager. I happened to glance thru a window and there was Gertrude, sitting behind a large desk and looking as gloomy as death. You can be sure that I didn't stay around there very long. In a vacant lot quite a distance down the street was a circus putting up its tents. I could hear a loud voice proclaiming the wonders of the show. What a loud voice that barker has, I thought to myself. When I drew near the circus grounds, who do you suppose was urging the people to come and see the afternoon per- formance of the greatest show on the face of the globe! l It was Bimbi. She had developed her voice to such an extent from her experi- ence as an opera singer in operettas at the Nor- well High School that the circus was paying her big money to draw the crowd's attention. In back of her was a sign saying that she was the only female barker in existence. Her voicc qualities were such that she could be heard three or four blocks away. I wandered .around for a while and bought a Good Housekeeping Magazine-to take home to my mother. On the inside of the cover were the names of some famous authors. Among them was the name of Madeline MacDonald. l wondered what she had written to make her famous, so I turned the pages till l came to ?O her article. Its title Was: MY SUCCESS WITH COL-BURN-ING. The last word was spelled: C-O-L dash B-U-R-N dash I-N-G. I would have read it then and there, but I was be- ginning to feel hungry, and therefore looked around for an eating place. Upon inquiry I found that three blocks away was a famous night club where good food was served at rea- sonable prices. I turned my steps in that di- rection. In perhaps ten minutes I was seated at a table ordering food. When the waiter went away to get my order, the orchestra struck a few chords of music and two young ladies glided out onto the mirror-like dance floor in the middle of the room. I had never in all my born days seen such a lively pair of females. They did a song and dance number that would have made anyone's hair stand on end. After they left the floor, the orchestra leader announced that: Ladies and gentle- men-you have just witnessed the Misses An- nette Wiggin and Mary Young in a specialty song and dance number entitled 'SPEED'. The waiter brought my order and I began to eat, but the food was very bad and I called the waiter's attention to the fact. He was very indignant. I put up such a protest that he lost his head and called a couple of his fellow men. I was borne aloft in their brawny arms and de- posited in the gutter. The jolt awakened me and I found that we had landed at the flying field. I had fainted when the pilot began to loop and tailspin. The scenes which I thought were real had been crazy dreams. The pilot looked around and grinned at me. I tried to grin back at him but the attempt was a total failure. He got out of his cockpit and then helped me out of mine. I thanked him kindly for demonstrating to me what flying really was like and made a bee-line for the nearest exit from the field. Joe Szydlowski. 1, fu fl f 'ff -Li ' K fr: fmumlm Xcf 6 lgm ass, ...H ,UAE si-'X-'H-as -1 tg--' X , ni. ' 1 , ' -.c . gap' I veg ' X .vw .,,, ,..- 1, ,lf Tb -'31 f' A V ..

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THE SHIPBUILDER Page121 HSS Projph 5 -uv The other day I went to the Dennison Air- port in Quincy to have my first airplane ride. I was assured that I had a good pilot and we took off in a small biplane. The Pilot turned his head and grinned, then made some motions with his hands which I could not understand. Before I knew what had happened, we were zooming aloft into the clouds. I sort of sensed that the pilot was going to have a bit of fun with me. My surmise was correct. for he first began to waver from side to side. That part wasn't bad, but when he started to dip up and down like a boat in a heavy sea, my stomach could not stand the rough treatment. The preliminaries did not last long before the pilot revealed to me all the stunts of flying that he ever knew. I had the luck of buttoning the safety belt about me when we started. As the man at the controls was finishing a combination of a loop, barrel-roll and tailspin, everything turned black before my eyes. The roar of the motor turned to a drowsy hum, and all sounds seemed to come as from a great dis- tance. Gradually the hum grew louder. It sounded like a conglomeration of voices. Jippy Cavanagh appeared from somewhere. He was dressed in baggy pantaloons, a flaring Sash, bright silk shirt, and a short, loud-colored jacket. A red Cfgp called a fez was stuck over one ear at -Zi rakish angle. On his feet were sound-proof slippers. We stopped before a huge door and he gave a peculiar knock. The door was opened and I was astounded by the sight which met my eyes. In an enormous room were perhaps a hundred young ladies. .Iippy explained: You undoubtedly remember the irresistible charm and fascination which girls felt for me while I was attending Norwell High School? After I graduated, my power over the female sex increased so, that I was forced to become proprietor of a harem in order to sooth the hearts of love-sick maidens. Even now I have more applications than I have room for! and he waved his hand towards the group of girls. I was so staggered to find that Jippy 1519 A -3 had followed up his favorite hobby of collecting girls that I couldnit say a word. The vision of the harem faded and another took its place. I seemed to be standing before a small but richly- furnished second-hand jew- elry shop. I don't know why, but it looked familiar. The proprietor's name was stamped in gold letters in one corner of the window. Lind-Lind--ll Somehow, the name did not sound strange at all. I wondered if it could be one of my classmates. Looking over the assort- ment of rings, watches, and other articles, my eyes came to rest on a select assortment of gold basketballs. On a small card in bold type was the phrase Gold Basketballs Our Spe- cialty. At that moment Mabel Lind reached into the window and took up a case of gold basketballs to show to a customer. On a chain around her neck was a string of basketballs of all sizes and descriptions. I walked a short distance down the street and looked into a bank window. At first I thought that I was seeing things, but sure enough, there was Grandon Keene sitting be- hind a cage with stacks of nickels and dimes all around him. He was wrapping them up in tiny packages, one five and one ten cent piece to a parcel, for the convenience of the patrons. I looked back perhaps ten or twelve years and an incident came to my mind. It happened in high school and concerned Keene and fifteen cents wrapped in a note. Now, there was Grandon. devoting his entire life to helping people who were in the same predicament that he was in while a Senior in high school. I also noticed a young woman who looked like Grace De Fabio. Upon closer examination it proved to be just that person. She had 21 small office just inside the door of the bank. A large red cross was painted above the door, While in school, Gracie's ambition was to bc- come a nurse, and here she was, following her life's ambition-binding up the wounds in- flicted by the hurling of l5c packages by the fair members of the Class of 19332. 900-i0QO-?Q9004????2GO0 O-'O-O-O-O-0000-O-00-OO-OOO O O O O Q9-O-Q-O-O-0044-GOQQO-6-O4-O 0 00 -O-'O-9-0 O- O- O-0 -O-O-0 O4--O 7'0- 0'0'O0 O-O-OO-9 0 OG 0 ? Q 2 6 I 0 o O 0 o 9 6 Q O O 1 0

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THE SHIPBUILDER Page 95' G00-0-094100-9-G++-O09-+0-O-OO-Q-Q-OO-G0 rreoa-ooo-0+-+o++o+rrooo++4-04040-oo-foo 4-r lass Will ' I PQ. W ' J ku ' o 9 . I -, ,- CLAss OF 1931 Commonwealth of Massachusetts, County of Plymouth. Know all men by these presents: that we, the Class of 1931, of Norwell High School, Town of Norwell, County of Plymouth, State of Massachusetts, being of sound health and dis- posing memory, do make, publish, and declare the following to be our last will and testament, hereby revoking all former wills by us at any time heretofore made. - ARTICLE I To the school we do hereby bequeath: Section 1-The qualities of the Class of 1931, which lead to success, in realization thereof that said qualities are too lofty for any other class to attain but may be used as a far distant goal at which to aim. Section 2-A dumb waiter connecting Mrs. Cole's room with the basement. This is for Mrs. Coles benefit so that she will have only to put a note on it and send it to the lunch room when she wants a 10 or 11 o'clock lunch. Section 3-A mechanical device connected with the doors so the windows will automati- cally open when Mr. Daggett enters a room. ARTICLE 2 Section 1-To Mr. Payne, our principal, we give and bequeath our deep gratitude for his help on our school paper. Section 2-To Miss Simonson. our faculty advisor, we bequeath our thankfulness for her kind advice and for her work on the play and operetta. Section 3-To Mr. Daggett we bequeath our appreciation for the work he had done toward athletics and for his extreme patience in his classes. Section 4-To Mrs. Turner we bequeath our thankfulness in the realization of the fact that she has always been an authority and standby on our school customs. 0QOCQO 0040- Section 5-To Miss Hurley we bequeath our deep and undying gratitude for her ability to make the periods of her language classes a pleasure. Section 6-To Miss Minard we bequeath our admiration of her manner of successfully man- aging the Seventh and Eighth Grades. Section 7-To Miss Majorie White we be- queath our gratitude for the interesting as- sembly programs to which we have learned to look forward. Section 8-To Mr. Booth we bequeath our admiration for the splendid results of his art students as they have benefited us in the form of posters. ARTICLE 3 To the beloved members of the Junior Class we bequeath what may seem some trivial lega- cies but in reality costly assets, with the sin- cere wish that the said legacies may serve as everlasting reminders of our generosity and good will. Section 1-To the Junior girls we bequeath the three men of our class so that there will be a partner for each girl while marching to assembly. Section 2-To the Junior boys we bequeath special permission to arrive at the lunch room before any other pupils. Section 3-To Barbara Oborne we bequeath a chart of which to keep track of time that she gets in at night so she won't forget to tell it the next day. Section 4-To Leonard Hatch we bequeath a joke book in order that he may know the differ- ence between a funny story and the kind he tells. Section 5-To John Colburn wc bcqucatb a box ot' mechanical toys to add to his childish collection. Section 6-To Ida Mcllanus and llarbara Osboine we bequeath a llauovcr lligb School class ringealso a referee to scttlc all disputes over the said article. 094-69444090-G0-Gro-G0-06-0-00990-0000-Q Q 0000004-O-O