Norwell High School - Shipbuilder Yearbook (Norwell, MA)

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16 THE SHIPBUILDER g CLASS PROPHECT I received a circular the other day through the mail describing a cruise from Boston through the Panama Can- al to San Francisco. I read the litera- ture through before retiring that even- ing, and it strongly appealed to me. A few hours later I had made up my mind to take that trip and I made the reservations immediately. I started for Boston at once and arrived just in time. As I boarded the liner a porter took my bags, and followed me to my cabin. I turned around and glanced at my porter. I thought I knew him and asked his name. XYhom do you sup- pose it was? l.Ioyd XYeare. We had a delightful chat and I learned that he had been in the service tive years. The next morning I landed in New York City where I had a day to myself. Strolling up Ilroadway I entered a store to look around. I looked over to the music counter where I heard someone trying to sing: imagine my surprise when I came face to face with the singer, Klary Osborne. Klary in- formed me that she was singing her way through college. Remembering her singing in the glee club at Norwell I wondered if she would reach there in time. That afternoon I attended a ball game. The game was between the Ath- letics and the Yankees. I had a seat directly behind the Athletics dugout. The teams came onto the Iield and started warming up. I heard someone near me shout to one of the players. I turned around and there was Nlary lleliabio. I went over lu her booth and made myself known. XYhen I asked her what brought her to the ball game she told me she was the owner of the I'hillies. She shouted to one of the players and told him to send over the captain. I certainly was not sur- prised when Emerson Merritt appeared before us. As he was out of the game with a sore throat, he stayed to talk with us. Although my pal's team lost, 1 was very happy to be with some of the old element again. The next morning bright and early I was again bound for sea. Late even- ing we landed at Norfolk, Va. XYe re- mained aboard the ship until morning. As I was leaving I noticed an airplane land in the bay. It taxied up to the wharf about 100 yards distant. Being interested, I meandered over. The first thing I noticed was a sign advertising airplane rides, by the Colburn Hatch Co. The name sounded familiar and I proceeded to investigate. Two peo- ple seemed to be having an argument over some technical apparatus, and their voices were raised considerably. I saw the two men who were repairing a motor. Une of them turned and suddenly yelled I'aI. Sure enough, it was Ilatchie. The other person, still arguing, was johnny L'olhurn. They were partners in crime, and happy. After chatting awhile we took a short hop over the city. I stayed with them all day until it was tnne to leave, and then they followed the ship for a short distance, doing their stul'f. The next stop being Savannah we had a longer trip than before, and we landed the next afternoon. It was very hot and almost everyone was in- doors, At the end of the wharf my attention was turned lo a very tall man who was selling watermelons. The way this pedler was stumbling around I thought I knew him, and I did, for it was -lohn Alexander Clark. the old boy

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M g THE SHIPIBUILDER 15 XVHAT BECAME OE MY DIME? XVhile I was walking along Main street I happened to see something shining in the gutter. I picked it up and examined it and found it was a dime. Seeing a candy store on one side and an ice cream parlor on the other side I did not know what to buy. I thought I was lucky. I tossed it up. If it came down on heads I would buy candy, if on tails buy ice cream. To my surprise it went in the sewer so I didn't have either. Louisa R. Prince, Grade 6 MY ADVENTURE DN THE ICE Une day Alexander and I went skat- ing. NVe were playing Fox and Hounds. I was a fox and Alexander was a hound. just as he was chasing me I went in the weakest part of the ice and I was going so- fast that I could not stop. just as soon as I fell in I hollered 'tDanger! Keep away! but Alexander did not hear me so he went also. The ice sounded like breaking glass when it broke. It was very cold, so when I got my skate wet it froze to ice and when I wanted to go home I could not untie my shoe-string because it had frozen to ice. I had to melt it with my fingers. I had a very exciting time. The next time I go skating I will be sure the ice is good and hard so I won't fall in again. This has taught me a lesson to keep off weak ice. Yllalter G. Haslett, Grade 6 ,lili-li.i.t-. GATHERING AND PACKING ORANGES About six years after the seeds have been planted, the orange trees begin to bear what we call commercial crops. The United States Department of Agriculture, after several years of ex- perimentation, has discovered that the reason fruit decayed in transportation was because of careless handling in picking and packing. The skin of an or- ange is easily bruised. That makes it easy for the decay to attack it any time. Nowadays the laws are very strict. They have inspectors going to the trees and packing houses to see that the laws are obeyed. Now they have trained 'men to do the picking and packing. Priscilla josselyn, Grade 5 THE STONE The stone had many wishes, And one of them came true, Because an elf and Fairy Queen Knew exactly what to do. The stone wished to talk with hu- mans, .Iust to have a little chat About their troubles and their wor- ries, To tell them how to act. Thelma Peterson, Grade 6 STDPPING A QUARREL A short time ago I decided to feed some blue jays whose nest was in my aunt's pear tree. Soon I had thought of an idea. Reaching out of the win' dow, I tied a small pasteboard box on a limb of the tree, and in it I put some crumbs. Two jays later came Hutter- ing to their nest and saw the little box. This idea of mine soon started a quar- rel. I made up my mind to stop it be- cause I started it. I tied another box about the same size to a limb of the tree. One jay stopped chattering and Hew to the box I had put on the tree. Later, after the crumbs were gone, the birds were satisfied and flew away. Helen Osborn, Grade 6

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THE SHI PBUILDER 17 in person. In the course of our con- .versation he informed me that he was a member of a stock company, but that he sold waternielons on the side. As I was to remain in town overnight, I promised that I would see his show: and what a show. I left five minutes after the curtain, as I thought that my time would be worth more if spent in sleeping. After leaving Savannah we headed XYest, where We had a brief stop for freight. As we approached the pier a voice came to us in the twi- light. I decided that it was someone serenading. I landed for a walk through the town, which proved very interesting. As I was about to board any ship I heard the same voice that was heard when we were landing. 'Inst for Key for fun I thought I would do some spy- ing. I sneaked up to the cottage porch whence came the sound. A little sign attracted my attention, as it said Rus- sell Peterson, Attorney-Office. The singing suddenly awakened me from my reveries, and I proceeded to knock. The door opened, and my suspicions were correct, for there stood Pete, the old protector. He was just having his mid-evening lunch, and was listening to the radio. XYhen I asked him who was singing he seemed surprised that I did not recognize the voice. After guessing a few names he told me, and I couldn't believe him. But he asked nie to listen attentively, and sure enough it was Eleanor Maxwell, who was the sweetheart of the South. Bidding Pete adieu I returned to the boat and retired. The next few days were very stormy and I stayed in my bunk below. XVhen the weather cleared, we were at the 'Panama Canal. After a short wait we 'proceeded through. .Xt the first lock we were connected with some electric cars, to pull us through. I ascended to the upper deck opposite the first car to look it over. The driver poked his head out of a window and he looked familiar. It was ten minutes, how- ever, before I realized who the operat- or was. The way he held his mouth open gave him away, because I remem- bered how our 3rd baseman used to do it. Sure enough, it was Norman Rob- bins. lYe talked the best we could until we parted, but we had time enough to renew our acquaintance. .Xt the end of the canal we stopped at a port to leave a few passengers. I went ashore to stretch my legs, and to get some remembrances of the place. I noticed a young lady artist who was selling pictures of the surrounding country. I went over to look them over and who should turn to wait on me lint the artist herself, Marion Hard- wick. She informed me that after she hnished school there was no work at home and she came south. After pur- chasing some of her wares I returned to the boat and departed for San Fran' cisco, the end of the trip, as far as the lioat was concerned. The trip was uneventful until we entered the harbor at Frisco. .Ks I fstenned off the boat, I heard about twentv cab drivers, all yelling for trade. For fun I thought I would pick out the loudest voice. About the fourth cab along. the driver was yelling lustily Taxi: Taxi! I decided that this fwas to be my hack. I noticed a slight limp on the driver as he loaded my bags. His loud voice caused me to ponder and I began to see light. I asked the cabby if he had lived in this town all his life, and he said that he came from Mass. Instantly I told him that his name was XYhite, and true it was, for he jumped when I mention- ed the name. IVe talked over this and