Norwell High School - Shipbuilder Yearbook (Norwell, MA)

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page Sixteen The Shipbuilder That one has followed over ridge, through vale, This victory over one of nature's things, Is the accomplishment that the climb- ing brings. To sit at the top and eat lunch, too, While reveling in the mighty view. And then the descent through the darkening air, Back to the camp that you know is there. And when you reach the end of the trail, Look back at the peak and you cannot fail To gaze in wonder at what God has wrought, Which you have conqueredg which you have fought, And as you stand there you'll think to yourself, The things of man's making are of- ten clever, But they can't, like the mountains, last forever. STANLEY HENDERSON, '38 Waiting For A N. H. S. Girl in Winter Under the large old elm tree, The little old Model A stands. The driver, a patient boy is he With chapped and frozen hands. And the muscles of his frozen arms Are like frozen rubber bands. His face is stiff and blue and longg His nose is like a rose. His brow is set with holiest fret As Jack Frost nips his toes. Yet he looks the whole world in the face As he waits for school to close. Week in, week out, from morn till night You can hear his horn as it blowsg You can hear the little old Model A As with measured beat it goes. A gal coming out from school Looks in at the open door. She loves to see the flaming face And hear her boy l'riend's roar. And catch the red hot words that fly Like sparks from a furnace door. Sitting, waiting, freezing, On through life he goes. Each morning sees his wait begun Each night his wait doth close. Ah! At last! She comes Dolled up in to-the-minute clothes. Thanks, thanks for being patient dear, For the waiting you have done Mrs. L. C. T. kept us terribly late Gee, I had to run. So whispering sweet nothings she calms him down, And life resumes its run. Priscilla Merritt, Class 12 CAR DRIVERS Be careful, my lady, never drive fast There's always time enough to last. Don't gaze around and say, Oh look! For you may land up in a brook. Don't hog the road for fellow mem- bers May come along and scratch your fenders. If you toot your horn when waiting in line You should have to pay a fine. Don't turn your head to talk with your friend Because you might come to a very sad end. Keep on the right hand side of the road When driving with a heavy load. Don't drive too fast, Take corners slow It's best to be safe Than have trouble you know. Barbara Weare, Class 11 The family cat, so proud was he, Went for a walk and spotted a bee The cat looked 'round and began to frown. The bee flew up and then came down, The cat assumed a peculiar pose, The bee flew up and out of sight, The cat just felt as any cat might. Jeannette L. Porter, Class 11

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A The Shipbuilder page fifteen arrive. But no lights appeared in the murky welter. Even now it was too late, the Andrea's bow buried itself in the seas as though every plunge were to be her last. Holbrook rang the telegraph and spoke urgently in the tube, She's going. All you men on the bridge. A mountainous wave rolled over the harassed vessel's foredeck. She had a gallant effort, but the surging weight bore her bow down. As the engineer's force gained the bridge, it seized upon the chance to take the remaining boats with no leave from the captain. Although they knew that they would be capsized, any ef- fort at self-preservation was a relief. They were hardly over the side when the old freighter pitched deeply and then with a roar of pent-up steam and heavy machinery breaking loose and sliding forward, she dove to the bottom in a great swirl that rivaled the waves in their might. As the sun cast its morning glow over the sky, and chased away the last of the breaking clouds, a few gulls wheeled about. Then they de- scended and stood on the weed-grown hulk of the Faulkner, as she rolled heavily in the dying swells. From va- rious openings under the surface, bubbles of gas from fermented grain rose and broke in the falling wind. CHRISTIAN FENGER, '38 THE FORTUNES OF WAR It was the zero hour! December 2, 1917, somewhere in France. A young American Captain glanced at his watch as he looked down at a line of men about to do or die, all strong hard men who had been through this tense moment before, except for a young private standing beside him. He puffed nevously at his cigarette. He cast pleading glanc- es at his captain and stuttered, I'1n afraid I can't go through with it sir. The captain replied Buck up youngster, the first time is always the hardest. It was too late to say more. The whistle sounded up and down the long line of men and 150 American dough boys went over the top, amid the stuttering of machine guns and the wail of high explosive shells. The captain gave the young pri- vate one glance, reached out and grabbed his hand, pulling him up and over the top. They ran on for about one hundred yards when there came the scream of a big shell. The cap- tain immediately dove for the near- est shell hole as the big shell burst with a shower of hot metal and flame. The concussion was terrific. After the captain had come to his wits, he found himself still clasping the hand of the frightened youngster. Without turning his head he said, Well son, that was a close one. But there was no answer from the young- ster. The captain slowly turned his head, and what he saw made him recoil with horror. He was merely holding the hand and fore arm of what had once been some mother's loving son. The fortunes of war! May they never strike again. Betty Mesheau, Class 10 MOUNTAINS Some like to eat, drink wine, or play, Or read and dream the time away, But give to me the mountains vast, With fleecy clouds a'drifting past, Their rocky crags, gold in the sun, This is the place where I must come. To hike along the mountain's base, To drink where crystal streams do race, And marvel at the lacy spray, Sparkling with gems in the sun's bright ray. Then up along the balsamed track, Plodding higher, higher, no turning back, For the challenge of nature is in my veins, And its the spirit that grasps the reins. So I'll climb higher and reach the top, But never till then can I stop, For the lust of the climb is in my feet, And the air of the mountains is pure and sweet. So then to reach the top, what a thrill! That even the pain of the trail can't kill. To stand at the top and trace the trail,

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The Shipbuilder page Seventeen ...CLUBS... DRAMATIC CLUB U The Dramatic Club was organized in September, with the following of- ficers: President, Priscilla Merritt: Vice president, Sylvia Dyer, Secre- tary, Betty Bond. As projects, the club discussed motion pictures, acted out stories, practiced telling jokes, made a miniature stage, discused ele- mentary rules for stage behaviour, and discussed famous actors and ac- tresses. The club as a whole was most interesting and successful, and Xlowes all this to the officers and Mr. en. FIRST AID The First Aid Club was organized for the purpose of training the pupils in making bandages, and treating wounds. It was under the supervis- ion of Mr. Sipple, a very capable teacher. LE CERCLE FRANCAIS The first part of this year a French club, directed by Miss Hurley, was organized. At the first meeting, Sep- tember 24, 1937, the following offic- ers were elected: President, Alces- ter Weareg Secretary, Marion Os- borne. At the meetings during the year, we discussed French customs, schools, and industries, and played word games in French, for the purpose of enlarging our vocabularies. We also learned songs in French. Several times the members, ac- companied by Miss Hurley, attended French movies. AVIATION CLUB The Aviation Club was fairly suc- cessful this year. It consisted of boys from the 7th to 12th grades. Instruction was given by the older boys on building models, reading weather maps, how airplanes are built and flown, and what progress has been made in the world of aviation. A bulletin board, consisting of air- plane photographs and news, pictures of models and various instructive ar- ticles on different phases of aviation, was kept for the entire school year, being changed every other week. The sponsor of the club was Mrs. Turner who held several flying contests, and awarded several prizes to the win- ners. Stanley Henderson, as captain of the Club deserves great praise for his work and enthusiasm. 4-H FOODS CLUB The Norwell Junior High School 4-H Foods Club adopted the supper program, keeping the following re- quirements in mind: 1. Study plan- ning of balanced meals. 2. Work toward the 4-H health goal. 3. Pre- pare soup, salads, main dishes, and desserts at least three times. 4. Home service: sweep ten times, care for food ten times, and do dishes ten times. 6. Exhibit. 7. Record of achievement made. At the comple- tion of the program, a 4-H pin was awarded. VOCATIONAL CLUB The Vocational Club this year was under the guidance of Mr. Farr. Its purpose was to guide members in their choice or training for the job they will some day assume. 63592 He Gave Up A young man from Norwell a-wooing went, To find a sweetheart he spent every cent. He traveled for miles without any luck With no other companion but a little white duck. Through Hanover, Scituate and Rock- land too, He searched in vain for a lover true. But alack and alas he finally gave up And came back to Norwell in his little putt-putt. Spokeshake Virginia Hall, Class 11