Norwell High School - Shipbuilder Yearbook (Norwell, MA)

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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

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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 SHIPBUILDER GIRLS' BASKETBALL SQUAD Back row: S. Howes, Assistant Managcrg H, Torrey, Managerg S. Gauloy. M. Osbornc. A. Fonock, S. Snimcock, D. Ccllini, L. West. C. Newcomb, Score Kcepor. Front Row: M. Bc-nnott, A. Grigsby, S. Hcndcrson, C. Cummings. B. Hundcrson, Captain, E. Jackson, A. Higgins, F. Thomas, D. Hall. GIRLS' BASKETBALL The girls fm-l that progrcss has bt-on matic in tht-ir effort to play basketball, cvcn though our season's scliodtllc shows only thruv succt-ssful gamus. Mrs. Farnscworth, from Braintrcc, was our coach. Sho has givon us sonic fine training and wc fool that anothcr season will show bcttcr rcsults. Tho squad is losing only onc mombvr in Juno. Dorothy Hall. Tho Varsity tcain Q-onsistt-tl of B. Ht-ndt-rson, Captain. K. Cummings, E. Jackson, A. Grigsby. A. Higgins, F. Thomas, S. llundcrson. S. Gault-y, and D. Hall. fou rtccrz