Norwell High School - Shipbuilder Yearbook (Norwell, MA)

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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-

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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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THE SHIPBUILDER 19 ter. He waits until he hears the fruit guy let out a sqawk an' then hops back and starts chinning wid his neighbor. looking real innocent. I slips across the street, dives under the cigar count- er, locates the jack, pockets it, an' lams through the back door while he come in the front. Gee, I laughed about it all afternoon. Ain't that hot, Inn? Sure is, agreed the bartender. Get much? I.ittle over a hundred. Then his face clouded and he sighed. Hut it didn't last long. About an hour ago I lost the whole works an' some more o' my own in the crap game in the pool room in Leavitt Street. Yuh know the place, don'tcha? It's run by Dominick Santaschini- JQSEPH DeFABIO, CONFESSIONS OF A STUDENT TO HIS 'TEACHER At present my studying lacks enthu- siasm and my work shows a total ab- sence of preparation. I go home every night 6 U and use my time read- ing, a very educational method by which I may or may not gain the ends I seek. I realize that if I changed my slack methods I might attain greater heights in my scholastic ratings. I am not consistent in any of my studies there- fore my marks are atrocious. I think it is bad for my already un- dermined health and immature brain to labor and strive 'Z't'I'j' U'lif1igl'lZff'X' try- ing to learn the l'erfect Subjunctive of the verb Amo: verbs which have no di- rect bearing on my future life or posi- tion. I realize the possibility of one day saying: l took two years of I.atin and found it very educational, my son. Otherwise I wouldn't hold the position I do. I am only telling you this for your own good. It will improve your English vocabulary greatly. My French, I grant you, may or may not come into play in my life, but as to the present, I thoroughly dis- like pondering and tearing llly hair over the I'asse Simple, position of the adjective, comparison of adjectives and the like. I thoroughly agree with you, as well as your fellow colleagues, that if I do not change my procrastinating, aim- less ways, I will be left standing in the melee. Therefore I solemnly pro- mise to change my shiftless methods and stop dilly-dallying in the serious matter of concentrated studying and put as much gusto as possible into this lost art called: Studying, THOMAS PARAIDIS .. CLASS SONG CTune of Champagne XValtzj Memories to haunt us Memories to taunt us Telling us that we are gone Always very sadly Never very gladly lint here is our song. Farewell to Norwell High As we say our last good bye The sunny paths we'll cherish still XYhile climbing up lifes rugged hill Farewell To Norwell High Not forgetting the days gone by XYork is there, that awaits us, And we must be off lfarewell, Norwell High L'lIARl.O'l'TIi XYIQARIC X MARION .Xl'l'I.lil OlQlD