Norwell High School - Shipbuilder Yearbook (Norwell, MA)

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THE SHIPBUILDER NATIONAL HONOR SOCIETY Back row, lm-ft to right: S. Hcndcrson, R. Wossmun, L. Leonard, R. Whitc. E. Jackson. F. Thomas. Fronilrow: E. KCC, H. Torrcy. L. DcsJz1rdins, B. Hayvs D. Hall. C. Newcomb, Miss don. THE FACULTY Buck How: Mrs, Kingmzm. Mrs. Brzmcll, Mrs. Sproul, Mr. Booth, Mrs. Osborn, Miss Furrur. Mrs. 'l'urnvr: Bottom: Mrs. B.rrtuuL1, Miss Aldon, Miss Muguirc. Mr. Hogr-am, Mrs. Joycc, Mrs. Millcr, Mrs. Lincoln. lun

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THE SHIPBUILDER LITERARY MODERN MUSIC - NOT SO BAD! One day while going about my chores, I overheard a conversation between two ladies. It is impossible for me to recollect the exact words said, but I can say both ladies were expressing their complete dis- gust with the modern music. Of course these two ladies, probably born of an aristocratic stock, and brought up on Bach and Beethoven, did not possess the knowledge that other music was writ- ten and listened to in their day which was an extreme contrast to the classical. Years ago, as today, tunes were written in a various number of styles, so as to please all music lovers. We must not be narrow in our thoughts, because the type of music you may not like may bring joy to others. Music can be divided into many classes, and it is especially wonderful to see the way the modern musician and writer has cleverly rearranged old tunes to please the present generation. Much of the so-called 'tpopular music has been taken from the classical. Songs such as Till the End ot Tirnej, and To- night We Love, are examples of this. These modern tunes are only portions of of classical music, with words added, and played in a style such as to be classified as popular, Another type of music which excited many today is swing, Years ago, this same style of rhythm was referred to as jazz, the main difference being in the interpretation of the artist who is playing the instrument. There is a lighter and gayer side to music, just as in all things. This we find in the novelty tunesf' These songs which are sung throughout the country usually have no real meaning, and contain catcny little words. Under this class of novelty tunes, we should include the music of Spike Jones, who, through the use of in- struments which produce a number of weird sounds, has produced music Cif I may call it thatb, that arouses the humor- ous side of the individual. There are, of course, in the modern era, songs and tunes written years ago, that are loved today, and will be cherished for- ever. Songs which built our country, such as The Battle Hymn of Republicfl and The Star Spangled Banner, will be ever- lasting. The classical music of the great com- posers will always be loved, because the light opera has great character in it, while the heavy opera arouses great feeling and excitement in the listener or player. The true American folk song was origi- natcd by the Negro, and is held dear in the hearts of many today. nine The polka, and the song of the west make up this wide variety of music of yes- terday, sung and played today in the modern manner. Music, no matter what type it may be, has brought, and is bringing joy to men. Therefore, let us thank God for giving us the ability to create such a world-wide pleasure. EDITH KEE '46 SCHOOL OF '76 By JOAN MURPHY, Grade 8 Zooming out our rocket bus. I put on my plastic coat, moving front walk and A baby escalator carried from behind a cloud came stepped on the slid to the bus. me inside and we were off. In front of the bubble school we alighted. The hall door saw us coming and auto- matically opened. We glided up the wide, moving stairs to our rooms. I sat down in my overstuffed chair be- hind my mahogany desk. A button that I pushed brought out my pencil. It began writing out my work, a lesson on Crypto- gamous Plants. It did this by listening to my brain. CSometimes I wished it didn't write all my thoughts - like the day I wanted to hit the teacher with a spitballb The teacher came in. She pushed a but- ton and the rose-colored plastic walls dis appeared, glass ones taking their place. 'tIt's cloudy in Rhode Island, she explained, and so good to see the sun here. Children, she then said, 'Tm sorry to be late. My helicopter ran out of gas and I had to hitch-fly. I remarked to myself, She's so old- fashioned. A helicopter, tsk, tsk, That's almost as ancient as a car. ttNow, she commanded, take your electric pen and write a five-page compo- sition on Cerebellums. I'll send the electric collector around in one and a half seconds. Ah, an easy assignment for once. The bell soon rang for lunch. When I stepped on a button up popped a tray bearing a chicken dinner with all the fix- ings. I plugged in my knife, fork and spoon and they fed me. On the playground at recess I took a ride on our roller-coaster. It was so much fun. When school was over we sped home in our rocket bus. And so ended another tough day in the year 2076. FOUR ACES AND A KING I held a pretty hand last night. Can no great solace bring, than the soft white hand I held last night - Four aces and a king. E. WYMAN, Grade 9

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THE MYSTERIOUS VISITOR By SARAH LINCOLN, Grade 7 Time: 10 a. m. Place: The Baxter kitchen Characters: Patsy, Mother, Voice Scene 1 in the kitchen Mother: Patsy, will you go down cellar and get me some mince-meat for my pie? It's in the cupboard on the left. Patsy: All right, Mother Copens door and switches on light? Mom, the light wonit go on. I must have blown a fuse. Mother: Use the flashlight. Patsy: Where is it? Mother: Oh! I forgot. Jim lost it when he went camping last summer. Itls not dark in the cellar. You can see all right. Patsy: CGoes down cellar. A few minutes later a scream is heard and Patsy comes tearing in the kitchen excitedlyl. Mom, something is down there! It spoke to me. I heard it. It wasn't human! Mother: What is the matter?!'?!'?! Patsy: There was something in the pre- serve closet. If you don't believe me, I'll show you. Mother: I'll get Jim's rifle and you get the carving knife, CMother leaves room and returns with gun. Patsy picks up knifeb. Patsy: I'm scared. What if it's a g-g-ghost? Mother: Don't be silly. It's only your imagination. CThey leave roomb. Scene 2 Place: In the cellar. Time: five minutes later. Mother: Are you sure it spoke to you? Patsy: Yes. I know it did. It said, Look out! Or I'll get you!', in a horrible voice. Mother: Don't talk so loud or it will hear you. Patsy: Cwhispering as she walks toward closetb. Right over here. Voice: Look out! Or I'll get you! Patsy: That's the voice I heard last time. Who is it? Mother: Cpointing gun at closetl. Come out with Your hands up or I'll shoot! Voice: Look out. Or I'll get you! Mother: Patsy, crawl up to the door and fling it open. Then we'll find out what's in there. CPatsy crawls cautiously up to the closet and flings open doorh. Mother: Oh, Patsy! A parrot. It must. have flown through the broken window. I'll tell Mrs. Wright it's over here. I am quite sure it's hers. Patsy: That certainly was a joke on us. THE NATIONAL GAME The baseball season will soon be here We'll hope for weather fine and clear, And folks will play in the backyard lot, From dad right down to the little tot We'll swing the bat and hit the ball Way out over the neighbor's wall. And -cheer us on for our next home run. TED MITCHELL '49 THE SHIPBUILDER THE HAUNTED HOUSE By WILLIAM REAGAN, Grade 7 Sh! Sh! said Bobby as we climbed the old rickety stairway. We were exploring the old haunted house when we heard a noise upstairs. Finally after standing there quite a while we got courageous and start- ed up the stairs. As we reached the top we heard the noise again. lt's in that room, I said. No, it isn't,', Bobby whispered back. We open-ed the door very softly and peered in. There was no one in the room. Feeling bolder, we walked in and looked around. There wasn't anyone or anything in that room. Suddenly we heard the noise again. Quickly I ran to the window and cautious- ly poked out my head. There on the ledge outside the window was a little kitten. Bobby was disgusted and his actions plain- ly showed it. I was, however, very happy and we walked out of the house and down the street with the kitten in my arms. WHAT AMERICANISM MEANS TO ME What Americanism means to me is noth- ing I can say in words, just a feeling that never changes. And I could never show what Ameri- canism is to me in just one way, because it means so much and so many things. The quiet peace of an American country- side, from the vast mountains of Connecti- cut to the yellow deserts of Arizona. The feeling I get when I hear the Star Spangled Banner or a parade of soldiers: the band, the crowd and the cheers. That flag - the symbol of purity, jus- tice and American liberty. Americanism means to me the power of American industry and labor sounding forth great messages of strength. The jubilant and rousing spirit of a foot- ball game. American youth, their crazy fads and unpredictable ways. The trusting love in an American child's eyes, and his obscure knowledge of the fears and miseries of war. Christmas trees and the gay laughter of small children: Easter rabbits and Thanks- giving feasts. The school I go to and the town I live in. These and others like them form a pattern for the American way of life, brought about by the Declaration of Independence, the Constitution and the Gettysburg Address. All these things are what Americanism means to me. The spirit of America I feel when our soldiers come home to this wondrous liv- ing, and the great light of American peace and liberty is rekindled in the hearts of the American people, who are descendants of every race, color and creed. CAROL NEWCOMB '46 eleven