Norwell High School - Shipbuilder Yearbook (Norwell, MA)

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THE SHIPBUILDER WHIPS AND QUIPS Mr. Rogean was examining the physics class' knowledge of nautical matters. Suppose, Clarence, he called out, you were in charge of a ship that was steaming slowly up the Ganges, when you received a wireless message reporting a cyclone at sea. What would you do? Clarence, somewhat flustered, stam- mered: I-I'd drop an anchor, sir? Supposing you received another mes- sage half an hour later that the cyclone was over Calcutta. What would you do then? I-I'd drop another anchor, sir. Mr. Rogean looked far from satisfied. But suppose it was ten times worse than that. What would you do? Clarence strove despairingly to think of something bright. At last he whispered: I'd-I'd drop another anchor, sir. Good heavens! roared Mr. Rogean, where the deuce do you get all the an- chors? And where the deuce, Clarence flung at him desperately, do you get all the wind? A Maiden's Prayer Speaking of spinstersf' Margy Bennett said, did you ever hear about the one who ended her nightly prayers: 'Ah, menl? George said his sweetheart's father liked him so well he gave him a brick house - one brick at a time. Slippery ice, Very thin, Pretty girl Tumbled in, Saw a boy On a bank Gave a shreik Then she sank Boy on bank Heard her shout, Jumped right in Helped her out. Now he's hers, Very nice, But she had To break the ice! Kerrect, General? Girls were hard to kiss in your day weren't they, General? Mebbe, rnebbef' returned the general, but it wasn't so blamed dangerous. I never heard of a parlor sofa running off the road and smashing into a light pole. Miss Farrar said to Arnold Haskell: Ar- nold, do you know the formula for water? Arnold, I do, H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O. Miss Farrar, Why, who told you that? Arnold, You did yesterday. You said H to O. Can't Fool Him Charles Honkonen was taken to see his new baby sister. Mal he cried, the kid ain't got no hair. It ain't ewen got no teeth. Ma-somebody has gypped us! It's an old baby! No. 575 Gordon Lambert wrote home, They put me in barracks, they took away my clothes and put me in khaki, they took away my name and made me No. 575g they took me to church where I had never been before, and made me listen to a sermon for 45 minutes. Then the minister opened his hymn book and said 'No. 575, Art Thou Weary, Art Thou Languid?' and I got seven days in the guard house because I answered 'I certainly am'! Which Are You? If a fellow tries to kiss a woman and gets away with it, he's a man, if he tries and doesn't get away with it, he's a brute, if he doesn't try but would get away with it if he tried, he's a coward, but if he doesn't try and wouldn't have gotten away with it if he tried, he's wise. Results Bobby C. was laughing at Edward W. for taking a flashlight when courting his best girl. 'The very idea! I never took a light. I went in the dark. Edward W.: Yes, and look at what you got. Table Manners Stop reaching across the table, Edith. Haven't you a tongue? Yes, sir, but by arm is longer. After a Provincetown Trip My breakfast lies over the ocean, My dinner lies over the sea, My tummy lies in such commotion, Don't mention my supper to me. Pancake Eater George Wyman went to Colonel Wood- worth to find out what had made him sick. What did you have for breakfast? the doctor wanted to know. I et seven pancakesj' George told him. Ate, said the Colonel. Well, maybe it was eight, Colonel, that I et, said George. Definition Heard in English Class Temperament: A temper too old to be spanked. Brief Explanation Now classi' said Mrs. Turner. Can any- one tell me the meaning of unaware? Robert Joseph - Unaware is what you put on first and take off last. twenty-one

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THE SHIPBUILDERB -B B FRESHMAN CLASS Back Row: F. Cnslnnun. D. lVlu1'1'ny. II. Geurgctti, T. Hull. A. Batcs. C. Murphy. F King, E. VVy1nzin, T. lVIiicl'iL-ll. G. Sc-liimlluri Si-cond Huw: VV. Robinson. J. DvsJzn'Clins D. Ccllini. E. Sl11plc'S.J. Ewiirl, E. Sfwllsz.. S. Guulcy, H. Cliipinzin. F. lVlz1cFzi1'l:in0, E Hansen, R, Canrlg Fmnt Ruw: G. La-0. E. Dwyer. D. Russell, A, Giigsby, E. Baldwin Prcsiclcnt, G. lflzillciuii, B. Hills, L. Wcsl, S. Hull. A. Rcugang Floor Rowg R. Hullcran K. TCJl'I'l'j'. E. Nzlsli. V ar if A ff? Nw. fswfw' 0 .ff . 5 , .. 'M CHHICR LEADERS Luft 10 right: B. Wultcrs, B. Iluycs, B. llills, W, Bucklcy, L. Boll, S. 111111. twenty

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THE SHIPBUILDER Charles Honkonen and Warren Ekstrom were talking the situation over when Charlie said, I took that pretty girl from the grille home last night, and stole a kiss. Warren, What did she say? Charlie, Will that be all?l' b Miss Maguire, Arnold, what's a canni- a ?77 Arnold J. I dontt know? Miss Maguire, 'tWell, if your father ate your mother, what would he be? Arnold, HA widower. Mrs. Brandt left her classroom for a few minutes and on her return, found the chil- dren doing everything they will do on such occasions. Wrathfully, she called them to order, then asked: How does it happen I never find you studying when I come back to the room? Bobby Hallaren answered in a piping voice: Please, Mrs. Brandt, it's because you wear rubber heelsf' 'tHow many kinds of wood are used in making a match? Two kinds. He would and she would. Miss Alden: George, what is the defin- ition of space? George: Just a minute I'vc got it right in my headf' Mrs. Lincoln had forbidden the eating of candy and the chewing of gum during schooltime. One day she became suspicious of a lump in Bobby Chase's cheek. Bobby, are you eating candy or are you chewing gum? she asked. No , replied Bobby, I'm just soaking a prune to eat at recess. Prescott Coulter purchased another car and was driving down the street about 60 miles an hour. A policeman yelled at him to stop, but instead of slowing up Pres- cott increased his speed. When the officer finally caught up with him, he roared: Why didnlt you stop? Didn't you hear me hollering? Seemingly unconccrned, Prescott re- plied: Oh' was that you that yelled? I thought it was somebody I run over. Point of View Mrs. Howes: Don't you want to be the kind of girl that people look up to? Shirley: No, I want to be the kind that people look around at. Not Fair John Marsh and Warren McNealy, sit- ting on a bridge, with their lines in the water, made a bet as to which would catch the first fish. John got a bite, and got so excited that he fell off the bridge. Oh, well, said Warren, lf you're go- ing to dive for them, the bct's off! That Meat Shortage Again This afternoon, said Mrs. Brandt to her zoology class, we shall take Mr. Frog apart. I have a frog in my pocket to be used as a specimenf' She reached into her pocket and drew out a paper bag which she emptied on the table. , . and out rolled a badly squashed sandwich. Mrs. Brandt mopped her brow. My goodness! she stammered, I distinctly remember eating my lun-ch. Moe Is No Moe i A whimsical bugler named Moe, Who thought it was funny to blow His horn at eleven Is now up in heaven, Which ain't where they told him to go. Like Father, Like Son Caroline: Say, Pop, did you go to Sun- day school when you were a little boy? Mr. Rogean: t'Yes,-regularly. Caroline: I'll bet it won't do me any good, either. Perish the Thought Liz. W.: I suppose you have been in the navy so long that you're accustomed to sea legs. Gus: Why, lady, I wasn't even look- ing. Object Miss Alden: Give me a sentence with an objectf, Bill J.: Teacher, you are very beauti- ful. Miss Alden: What is the object? Bill J.: A good mark. AREN'T YOU GLAD THAT YOU WERE BORN? When you wake up each morn Aren't you glad that you were born? Oh its a beautiful day! Who said that, anyway? As you slowly drag yourself out of bed, You remember that the cow has to be fed Breakfast is now over S0 hurry and feed Rover, You comb your hair with a lot of fuss. Hurry! hurry! here comes the bus. You spend the day in blood and sweat, And find that teachers are all wet. This should be censored. I do agree, But nothing else would fit, you see. Now you hurry right home With a little more knowledge in your dome, The rest of the day is spent doing chores Until your hands are covered with sores Then you lie in bed and mourn, WHY, OH WHY. WAS I EVER BORN? FRANK CASHMAN '49 twenty-two