Norwell High School - Shipbuilder Yearbook (Norwell, MA)

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THE SHIPBUILDER THE TOY DEPARTMENT With Apologies to Eugene Field Well, what in the world is this? Is it hash day at the Toll House? Do you sup- pose Henry Wallace has been here? No, it is the toy department at Woolworth's. Everything is gaily decorated, and there is an oily looking man with a yellow mus- tache and a vulgar smile standing by the door and bowing to everybody as they go through. Come, children, let us go in. Bite the man with the vulgar smile if he tries to pat you, and he will love you all the more. Here we are in the toy department. Are not the toys pretty? Oooh! Look at the nice red fire-engine. Did you know that there is a little man inside the motor who makes it run when you turn the crank? Let us try to find the little man. Oh my, the engine is all closed wp tight. Maybe if we bang the bottom with the toy gun over there, we shall be able to get it open. You must be very careful, because the little man is very tender. Well, well, here comes the man with the yellow mustache. He is not smiling now. Perhaps we had better move on. Here we have the book section. It is fascinating is it not, little children? Look at all the books. Here is an interesting book. Let us see what is on the cover. There is a lady leaning against a lamp post. She does not have much on, does she? Perhaps she wishes to keep cool. Let us put a mustache on her. Use your pen so the mustache will not Wipe off. Good. Now put a goatee on her chin. Is she not pretty now? Make sure the ink is dry anl then put the book back on its shelf. Will not the salesman be surprised when he looks at it? Is not this fun, kiddies? Oh my goodness. Look, girls and boys, there is Santa Claus. Do you see him, sitting on the silver throne? My, how jolly he looks. Shall we go over and speak to St. Nick? Very well. Gracious, how fat he is. Do you suppose he is really that fat? Punch him in the stom- ach and see. Dear me, he really is. Come children, let us move on. Oh, is not Christmas a gay season? Here is the glassware section. Mercy, look at all the shiny baubles. Are they not arranged prettily though? What is in this box? Why, here are some plates the salesman did not arrange. Shall we help the salesman and arrange them on the table? Very well, but be very careful. Let us set this plate over here. Vlfhoops. There goes the Dresden doll. Is not that a shame? Hurry and brush the pieces under the table. Gracious, here comes the oily man again. My, does he not look fierce? Why I believe he wants us to go with him. And so we take leave of the toy depart- ment, Was it not an exciting adventure, girls and boys? Run home now and tell mamma where you have been. She will be surprised when she finds out, will she not? E. BULLARD '49 THE THINKER Mr. Bill Waters was a thinker. He was very quiet and always seemed to be thinking very hard. No matter what he did he always thought. In many ways it was a good habit but in a few ways it was an awful affliction. Here is the story, told by Mr. Bill Waters to the Chief of Police of his town. I ad-mit, sir, that I am an unusually quiet person, but you cannot charge me with manslaughter just because of my silence. He spoke with dignity, but made no impression on the chief's marble-like features. Mr, Waters, I see you many times a day, not you yourself, but many like you. You all have the same things to say, but no matter what you say, it won't bring that little girl back to life. He sat, motionless, feeling as though the world was doing him a great injustice. He had been driving to work that morning at about forty miles an hour, or so he thought. It was slippery but he didn't need chains. He was thinking that it would be an awful time for a reckless driver. He was a very careful driver, so he neednit worry. As he turned a corner, he did not see a little girl cross the street and slip on the ice. He kept right on driving and it was only when he felt the dull thud of her body under the wheel that he realized what he had done. Honest, sir, you can't blame a man for thinking about his business worries as he drives to work, can you? He felt his face grow flushed and his heart began to beat quickly as the chief said: Mr. Waters, you weren't thinking that time. Just day dreaming. Your case comes up in two days. He walked out. He'd better send the little girl a wreath. As he stepped into the street a car rushed toward him. A cry, then blackness . , . 5 The driver was another thinker . RUTH CHIPMAN '49 SNOW Snow, snow, snow, snow, Drifting down in ceaseless flow. Drifting, drifting, feather light, Floating down in fairy flight. RUSSELL WINSLOW '48 Page Eight

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THE SHIPBUILDER LITERARY HERMAN, THE DIAMOND This is the story of Herman, a large and glittering diamond. Herman was born in a small mine in South Africa and his dis- covery created quite a bit of excitement, for he was one of the largest diamonds ever found. Finally he was put in a box with sev- eral other smaller diamonds, but of course Herman wouldn't think of associating with them 'for he thought so highly of himself that it would hurt his pride to speak to anyone as low as they. At last he arrived in America. In a short time he 'was rushed to a strange 'place where he was polished and shined so brightly that when he looked in a mirror a little later he hardly knew him- self. He was still admiring himself when he was whisked away to another factory where he was encased in a hard, glittering metal which he noticed was marked Solid Gold. His home for the next month was the show case of a large and exclusive Fifth Avenue jewelry store. He was admired by thousands of people until one day he was lifted out of his show case, inspected by a wealthy looking gentleman, and bought for S25.000. That night, when he was presented to the gentleman's wife, was the happiest of his life. For twenty contented years, Herman stayed on his mistress' finger, and during those years he was the happiest diamond alive. The seeds of discontent, however, soon showed their ugly faces. Herman began to get uneasy and yearned for a change in scenery. More and more did his desire grow, until one night when his mistress was asleep, he succeeded in work- ing his way off her finger and on to the floor. At last, shouted the happy Herman, I can see the world, but no sooner had he spoken than he rolled into a crack in the floor. Poor Herman, what a wet miserable night he spent. All his desire to see the world was gone and he would give any- thing to be back home again. Wlren the dawn came there was a wild scurry of activity when the lady found Herman gone. The whole family started to search for him and several times he was sure that they would find him. but each time he was overlooked. If only he could cry out. It was not until several hours later that he was found. After he was back in his old place he made a vow to himself that he would never again venture into the world by himself. The moral of this story is: It is better to be wrapped around a woman's linger than to be on your own. S. OSBORNE '50 Fairy Princess As I sit looking out of my window The snow Falling on the buildings Clothes them in filmy white gowns Like princesses Preparing for a ball, In their jet black hair The stars Twinkle like a host of fireflies, And the heavily burdened trees Bow at their sides Like ladies in waiting. As the dawn appears The Sky rolls back its dark cloak, And the snow looks like a sparkling blan- ket of ermine Laid carefully at their feet, But with the coming of the cruel sun My ladies in waiting, Released from their bLu'dens, Straightened their backs, And my fairy princesses reluctantly pick up their ermine robes And disappear. Never to be seen again. R. CHIPMAN '49 BRAINSTORM In this school so microscopic, The assignments in each topic In amount are just terrific And in number are prolific, Give me need of anesthetic, My condition is pathetic, And my brain is so erratic I've got static in my attic. A. SCOTT '50 THE CATS OF THE FAMILY Sitting on the old low armchair, With exquisite feline grace, Sits the Princess of the household, With contentment on her face. Curled up smugly by the fire, Sleeps Johnny, the household male. He's yellow with a fierce expression And a big, striped, fluffy tail. When they're playing, both together, Or washing Cthat's their daily task! We're always watching and exclaiming, If you like cats, what more can you ask? R. CHIPMAN '49 Page Seven

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THE SHIPBUILDER SKIING Skiing is a great sport when done properly. If not done properly it can be very disgusting. First you have to have a pair of skis fnaturallyl and if you haven't got an excellen-t equalibrium you will also need ski poles. You'l1 need ski boots, not to keep your feet warm be- cause there's nothing colder than a pair of ski boots, but to fit into the ski har- nesses which you will also need. Warm clothing will be necessary funless you're a member of the polar clubb. After getting all these necessities you will have to find some snow Cpreferably on a hillb. Once at the top of the hill you are ready to ski. Give yourself a push with your ski poles and then bend over in a crouching position. Now you are sailing. If once you get going you find yourself confronted with a tree, you will probably run into it-unless of course, you go around it. This can be done by pointing the toes of the skiis to- gether and then lifting the right or left foot fdepending on which side of the tree you want to go aroundh and placing it be- side the other one. You can now breath easily, for can you?D For there in front of you is a ski jump. You stay crouched over and .go over the jump on your head. What you should have done was straighten up when you got to the jump. Don't bend over in your crouch a-gain until your skis touch the ground for more than your skis will touch the groundl. After you've completed the above tasks, you are ready to get fancy, so you try the salome which is done on a straight slope by making a series of S's in succession fin other words like a snakej. To make the S's you lean from one side to the other and swerve all the way down the hill. Now that you've had your skiing lesson you take off your skis and go home, and if y0u're not sore you can consider your- self an expert. NANCY CHASE '49 'l'he Castle by the Sea Hast thou seen that lordly castle, That castle by the sea? Golden and red above it, The clouds float gorgeously. And fain it would stoop downward To the mirrored wave below, And fain it would soar upward In the evening's crimson glow. I have seen that castle, That castle by the sea, And the moon above it standing, And the mist rise solemnly. The winds and the waves of ocean, Had they a merry chime? Didst thou hear, from those lofty cham- bers The harp and the minstrel's rhyme? P. DICKMAN '51 Page N THE OLD MAN Everybody wanted the old man to win the bass fishing tournament. Every morn- ing people would shout encouragement at him as he walked down the street toward his favorite fishing pool. He would shout back, Maybe this is my year! This was the old man's last season, his last chance to win the competition that had always managed to elude him. Doc was a ,great teacher. A pool of wa- ter was his blackboard and a battered old rod his pointer. Doc had converted many a young boy into an experienced fisherman, although many were betting that Doc could not tame wild Tommey Loud. On the last day of the season, Doc dis- covered that within the last twenty-four hours someone had caught a larger fish than his. A few minutes later the old man met the game warden. He told Doc that Tommy has been caught netting bass in the lake. After several minutes Doc re- ceived perrnission to talk to Tommy once more before he was taken in. The old man also found out from the warden that the person who caught the largest fish was Jim Hardyg well known for his shady deals. Doc reached the edge of his pool when a young frog slid into the water. Sud- denly there was ia large splash and the frog was gone. The old man quickly hitched on an artificial frog and cast is far out. Suddenly the line tightened and after a long hard struggle he 'landed the beauty. Doc, you've won! It was Tommy's voice beside him. Doc slowly removed the hook and put the fish back into the water. Tommy see- ing this, realized the old man's sportsman- ship and slowly 'walked towards his boat. He rowed to the middle removed his net and cut a big hole in it, letting it sink to the bottom. K. TORREY '49 Solitude High on a lonely hill I wish to stand Alone, untouched by human thought or hand. Conscious only of refreshing wind against my face And a dim awareness of a higher, un- known place. The wind turns cold, and forces me to turn ' away Back to another monotonous and tiring day. Others cannot understand the feeling of this mood A hopeless, desperate longing for peace and solitude. M. OSBORNE '48 ine