Norwell High School - Shipbuilder Yearbook (Norwell, MA)

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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

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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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page eighteen The Shipbuilder -- --S . . . GRAMMAR SCHOOL . . . VENICE In the evening the city is lighted with hundreds of tiny lights. From every gondola you hear the beautiful tenor voice of a gondolier blended with the deep bass of another. Each little boat has a lantern and by its flickering glow you may see the spangled dress of an Italian signora sipping coffee with her signor. The oar, plied by the gondolier, splashes softly as the boat rocks gently to and fro. Such is Venice at her best. In the daytime it isn't so charming. One couldn't believe that the lovely lady in homespun really could have worn the bespangled dress last night. Of course, this dress was a relic of a bygone age, maybe it was Hfty years old. The days in Venice pass quickly and again you see Venice, glorious and romantic, as it was many evenings ago in the past. Harriet Lincoln, Grade 6 'The moon is playing hide and seek, But if you'll' only watch, You will see that clouds will run away And out the moon will peep, And the little star that's playing too, Will quickly cry I spy! And run away and hide allday Behind the deep blue sky. Christine Mayhew, Grade VII CHINESE ART The Chinese people are well known for their art. They started their works ages ago. They use five colors principally, including red, blue, yellow, black and white. Many strange creatures are seen in Chinese paintings. Among them are dragons, unicorns, and tortoises. Almost all people in this part of the Orient have much artistic talent. Even today when so many Chinese people are poor, they make gay kites and em- broidered robes. These beautiful objects are shown usually on festi- val days. Margaret Roman, Grade VII -FAIR DAUGHTERS OF NATURE Down in the marsh by the mill, Yellow Cowslips drink their fill. And on the rippling waters of lake and streamg Float the Water-Lilies In immortal dream. Sweet Anemone with dainty white cap, Smiles at the trees above her. And the delicate Violet, so fragrant, Nods in the cooling breeze. The Pussy-Willow dons her gray hood As we pass through peaceful wood. In Fields of Golden-rod Queen Anne hangs her lace. The Blue-Grass lifts her head to the Sun In the sky above, While the Wild-Rose clings to the stone wall Watched by the Mourning Dove. And under the wall gay Columbines, grow In the midst of the Buttercups' glow. The brook in the glen laughs to himself, as he passes by Wild Iris. And gracefully swaying Iris, looks at her- self in the brook. Clustered under the trees grows Indian Pipe, Side by side with the Lady-Slippers, lis- tening to Jack-in-the-Pulpit. Oh! fair daughters of Nature in pasture, forest and glen, You have what Venus cannot buy: a gentle heart and a peaceful look. Elizabeth Jean Ross, Grade V Mamma's Baby soft as silk. Mamma's Baby white as milk. Mamma's Baby God's own will. Mamma's Baby sweet and still. Mamma's Baby light as day. Mamma's Baby sweet as hay. Mamma's Baby fresh as air. Mamma's Baby not much hair. Miriam D. Osborne, Grade V Little babbling brook, Flowing on your way. Over mossy rocks Thru the woods so gay. Never stopping as you twine, Thru bowers e'er so sweet Singing, merrily songs so fine, As the sea you meet. Jane Bates, Grade 8