Norwell High School - Shipbuilder Yearbook (Norwell, MA)

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THE SHIPBUILDER 17 The soft, warm carpet of the forest gives under foot, and creates a feel- ing of friendliness: of security. The Dominion of the Mighty Pine and the Fir, where the spoken word seems sacrilegious: superfluous: and a feeling of awe: of regal splendor steals over onel You will quizzically wonder why the gigantic problems of yesterday, the obstacles that had seemed so colossal, suddenly melt and assume startlingly small proportions. The giant boughs seem to whisper in the evening' breeze: How lllHI1ll6S- mal is man: how material his actions: how idealistic his thoughtsln and ,the first twinkling star, millions of miles away, mutely corroberates the fact. Ah, now you can silently mock the unromantic scientific statements, so cold, so unfeeling: for you have com- plied your own philosophy to let Man try to wrench it from you, if he mavl So throw away the rebel books,- to laugh aloud, for no one. no one but you and God know itl A D.-XNNTNG REPl'lI.llYR ALT. lN THE FAMILY V On a blistering summer afternoon, .Xntonio Rlinolo, proprietor of the De l.uxe Fruit and Vegetable Store, gath- ered up an end of his white apron. wiped the ierspiration from his face, and thanked the Gods for the tempor- ary lull in trade. .Xt this moment, a very important- looking' gentleman with a red mous- tache walked briskly into the store. glanced about in a questioning manner, removed a lmge black cigar from his mouth, and regarded the proprietor frowningly. Health department, he grunted, displaying a highly polished star. Had a complaint about you. XVhere de yuh keep your garbage ?', Hale? gasped Antonio, A coni- plaint? l betcha you got the wrong store! Nobody could be more care- ful- i Never mind, where's the garbage ? Outside the back door. Yeah? lVell, let's have a look. .Xntonio led the way through the back room and out the rear entrance. lieside the alley door stood a galvan- ized iron can. There was no lid on it, and an unanpetizing assortment of soft awnles, overripe bananas, and ill-smell- inf! cantaloupes met their eyes. Phewl muttered the health offic- er, holding his nose. XVhy don'tcha lceeo a lid on that ? There was a lid on it, howled the amazed merchant. Some kids musta swiped it. It was there a couple of hours ago, cause T remember-l' Tut it. I'll bet that can never owned a lid. Gee, what a smell! g 'l oughta have you up for this, but you lind a cover or I'll make it plenty hot for you! Antonio watched the ofhcer stride rapidly down the alley and turn a cor- ner. then hastily cursing the unknown l'Z1I'ly who had stolen the lid, he strode into the store for something to cover the can. Darn them kids he growled, walk- ing into his establishment. .Xlways plaving dirty jokes. lle stopped abruptly as he became aware of a much dirtier joke which had been played on him. The draw- er of the cash register was open! Open and emptyl A lle was still staring at the register

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lg THE SHIPBUILLDER TRIVIA llow strangely idealistic is the In- ner Self! But can it not he compared to a Tree, aesthetically material, and yet assuming the aspect of the lead? The Tree bursts forth as a seedling. innocent and ,devoid of the worlds huffetings, and grows to maturity. But it suffers hindrances. A child thoughtlessly tramples it while romping at its play: a dog, un- heeding. injures the tender semi-form- ed hranches: the elements vent their wrath upon it, to test it for its worth- iness and fitness, and finding it with- stands their ang'er, withdraws: defeat- ed. ln the summer the foliage is donned. Green, leafy: joyous, optimistic, un- daunted, fearless. Awing ohstacles fall hefore sheer exuherancy. lint how harren, how hare of Hope is the Tree in the .Xutumnl Shorn of exhiliration: facing the Grim Realities of Life, it hrayely struggles to maintain a forced cheer- fulness and failing, desists, resignedly. l have often tried the art of intro- spection when l am gazing into a tire. hut the results have heen far from satisfying. The flames leap and dance: they create weird fantasies and -fantastic shapes and mind dwells on nothing de- finitely material: it is transported into another world, a universe where l.eth- argy is Deit and Solitude reigns. llow versatile are the moods of ram! lt can dispel gloom and cheer- fulness of the profoundest sort: it can reveal a savage. sadistic, lustful force driVino'-drivine'-unrelentine' ZH H 5- It can turn its mood to soft, lulling. apathy: soothing. quieting. Rain-sweeping across hlue green waters in spasmodic gusts, clotting the sea with myriads of tiny drops: heat- ing a steady monotonous staccato- Rain-falling on the world, clothing it in an inpenetrahle hlue mist, mysteri- ous, deceiving: like a hlack-cloaked marauder stealthily approaching th: unwary people. Rain-dripping from the trees: pa:- tering on the leaves and languidly drivping to the soaked earth helow. Rain-XYarm-gentle creating life in the moist awakened ground of Spring, coaxing the tiny seedlings to come forth, as one arouses a sleeper loatll to shake off the drug' of alot'- pheus. Rain - heating in cruel delight against one's face, calling forth hidden heings and emotions, creating intangi- hle, indefinite, insane desires-heckoiv ing with insistency to join in mad de- haucheries- Rain - joyous: care free -savage 2 hrutal-st iothingl caressing-reminteflZ insatiahle: a quirked mind with a vital factor snapped. ll. ly. Klan, so eminent scientists inform us, is the master of the earth, the ruler of the world. lint have you ever gone into a for- est when the golden sun is sinking lotv in the sky: a liery orh, painting the tree tops with red ethereal paint, and the dusk is creeping up on the unwary' pines, silently. carefully, as a cat stalks stalks a feeding hird. The arms of the fir wave hack and forth in rhythmic cadence in the indiscernahle cooling' hreeze, whispe1'ing gently.

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18 THE SHIPBUILDER when Dave Nelson, owner of a small cigar store next door, came in to buy an apple. There musta been two of themf declared Nelson, when informed oi the robbery. Pretty darned clever! he laughed unsympathetically. I suppose one waited outside, tlzen rushed in and grabbed the money after you went out the back door with his gal. Did they get much? !7 Over a hundred, moaned Antonio. .Xin't I a sucker! Suddenly he shook with anger. If I ever see that guy I'll wreck him. XYhere's the 116311 cst police station? About three blocks around the corner, on Dill Street. I'll talk to the captain himself! .-Xn' while I'm gone, if anybody comes in your place and asks for me, tell 'em l'll be back quick. Nelson promised and rleturned to his own place of business. .AX few second later he saw .Xntonio lock the front door of his store and start fur- iously down the street. So somebody hooked him for tl hundred, he mused. I wonder4 Suddenly he became uneasy. Rush- ing behind his counter. he bent down and picked up one of the several cigar boxes stacked on the floor. lle open- ed it. The box was empty! Nelson turned Vale and sputtered. That box had contained silver and paper money! .Xnother robbery had been commit- ted. .Xh, my friends, it's me-.Xntonio. I'm in more trouble. Un my way to the police station l meet that guy with the red moustache, so l grab him, smack him down, and almost kill him, .Xn' now l am locked up because he ain't a robberg he is from the health delqartment. Hot digitty! I no can understand !:!: f ls that so ? grunted Nelson. -Xn' so I want you to do me a favor I got a brother-in-law named Do1nin- ick Santaschini what runs a pool room on Leavitt Street. tio to him and git five hundred bucks cash that they wasnt to set me free. You'll do it ?-O. Ii. -flood-bye. Monkey Face Steele leaned un- steadily against the bar in Loomis Street and tossed down a glass of moonshine. Ordinarily, Monkey Face was a close-mouthed man, but drink had a tendency to loosen his tongue. .-Xnyhow. he felt that this lat- est stunt of his was too funny to keep quiet. Gee, I pulled a fast one this after- noon, jim, he chuckled to the bartend- er. Yuh see. I was standing in a hall- way watchin' two stores across the street. One's a cigar store an' the gink what owns it is parked in the doorway with a face a mile long, like he ain't doin' any business. So I don't pay any attention to him. lint right next door is a fruit store what's doin' a rushin' business. l'm tigurin' on stallin' around till he's alone and then sticking him up. Pretty soon all his customers swarm, but before l gets a chance In leave. some big stiff slides into the fruit store an' starts an argument. see? 'l'he cigar store guy hears 'em argu- ing' an' glances up just in time to see 'e'n both disappear into the back room lle begins acting funny an' looks quick around him but don't see anybody around. Finally he beats it into the lirst store, cleans out the cash register. and scrams back to his own store. Then l sees him dump the jack into :1 cigar box and ditch it under the coun-