Norwell High School - Shipbuilder Yearbook (Norwell, MA)

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THE SHIPBUILDER PREFERENCES Writing a poem is not a job for me. I'd rather hunt, or roll on the sea. The smell of the sea, the pull of the hook, Is, oh, so much better than a history book. A gun in my hand, a dog at my side, The sound of the roller on an incoming tide, Is the way a boy should spend the day, Not at a desk, - rotting away! JOE DEAN, Grade 8 WINTER IS COMING Autumn leaves have fallen, The sky is cold and gray, The days are getting shorter With winter on its way. The sunshine, now so feeble It scarcely warms the air, The earth has lost its beauty Seems dreary and so bare. Migration to the southward Of all who would be warm. Nature's slow retreating From winter's cold and storm. But, some of us just linger Tho I don't know why, 'Till crusty old man winter Comes sweeping from the sky. I can hear the north wind howling, I can see the swirling snow, The temperature slowly dropping, Till it reaches ten below. Then behold a silver carpet Leads all the way to school, And soon we'l1 be out skating On last year's swimming pool. In the field where once grew daisies, We'll slide and have lots of fun, And we'1l watch our jolly snowman, Bend low to the mid-day sun. So come on, old man winter! We'll greet you with good cheer Your coming seems twice as bad As when you're really here. MARJORIE FORKEY, Grade 8 THE BEST SEASON Spring is here and everywhere is heard, The sweet ehirping sound of the bird. The flowers begin to sprout, while Children laugh and run and shout, Spring is here! Spring is here at last! The brook is running very fast. The melted ice, has freed at last. In the meadow one hears with delight, Bull frogs croaking with all their might Spring is here! Spring is here at last. FRANCES MaeFARLANE '49 BUSTER There was a mutt called Buster, Who was bushy as a duster The ladies, he did not please, Because they found the dog had fleas. H. MAKOWSKI, Grade 12 SUMMER IS GONE Summer days have left us now, And frost is in the air. Golden rod and asters blue, Are blooming everywhere. Chestnuts from the trees fall down, For children's eager hands, As out from school they rush each day, In merry, shouting bands. SARAH LINCOLN, Grade 7 AFTERMATH My plight, said Hirohito, Is terrible indeed, My army has been cut down, Like a small annoying weed. The U. S. Soldiers everywhere, Are starting to get rough. I really think they're acting A little bit too rough. Why did I ever start a war, Engage the world in strife? Faithful valet, will you bring, My hari-kari knife? E. BULLARD, Grade 9 - THE LUNCHROOM SYMPHONY The cling, clang, clatter of dishes and pans Sound better to me than the music of Brahms. We greet each other with shouts and din Then the Student Council steps severely in. We all calm down as quiet as mice, The teachers sigh, This is so nice. We stand in line an hour-taboutl And find our favorite food is out. But we're satisfied with what's left there And plan tomorrow to get our share. DONALD MILLER, Grade 7 - GOOD OLD NORWELL I went to bed and had a dream, Thought that Norwell had a football team. She was the pride of the Old South Shore, She was tops and even more. I She had won almost every game, Norwell was getting fortune and fame. The captain said to little old me, Let's play West Point Academy. O. K, says I, I'm ready to fight, I'll play that game with all my might. I-low do you think the score came out? Why, Norwell won without a doubt. SCOTT OSBORNE, Grade 8 twelve

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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

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sTHE SHIPBUILDER BOYS' BASKETBALL SQUAD Back Row: C. Jones, Manager, R. Joseph, L. Leonard, E. Goldman. E. Wyman, R. White, J. Cann. Front Row: Mr. William Dunbar, Coaehg E, Baldwin, H. Walters, W. Jaekman. Capt.. D. Norris, W. Ekstrom, R. Westman. BOYS' BASKETBALL The basketball season was very disappointing to the boy's first team beeause they were unfortunate enough to lose all their league games. Several games were lost. but only on or two points, so we don't feel the team was as poor as the seores might indicate. The team was new, not having a single player left from last year. We know that next year the N. H. S. basketball team will be on a par with the best. The second team of the boys squad made a better showing, having won three games. The League Championship was won by Hanover High School. Our thanks go to Mr. Dunbar. our eoaeh, for his earnest effort on our part. We were sorry we eouldn't do a better job for him. DE WOES OF DA SENIORS Dis a mornin as we starta to get on a de bus, Mac-Farlane was driving. we maka de fuss. Oh! how a we misa our driva, de Bill, Whosa home siek and a takin da pill. He driva in de yard and stoppa wid jerk. Up a de uder end, to maka more work. He opa de door. we alla pile out, MacFarlane he looks wid kinda a pout. We crawl up a de stairs and throw our books in And dar dey will stay till sehoola begins. The bella she rings wid a mournaful sound, We turna around and no elassa we found. We get in de corridors, de monitors de yal, And we say 'You no like, go a to hal. De next mornin we no heara de bell. De monitors yell and den dey tell. And den that 2:25 bella she bong. An a'ready halfa de elass is a gone. We raea to de loeka. wid a leap and a bound, Halfa de elothes a lost and not found. Den on dat old red bus a we dash. Packed in dar tight and slightly squashed. Doe our feet de a ache, and we whaeka da dome, We don't a eare cause were going an home. LOUISE DesJARDINS '46 BETTY SNOWDALE '46 thirteen