Norwell High School - Shipbuilder Yearbook (Norwell, MA)

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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

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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 BEWILDERED Now what am I going to do? I puz- zled as I stood on a street corner looking very perplexed and bewildered. Yester- day I .got a job delivering groceries for Jones's Meat Market and today when I reported for work the boss gave me a bundle to deliver to Mrs. Woodland at 30 Vine Street-or did he? For the tenth time I looked at the street sign. It said in big bold letters, Vine Street. But there was no 30 Vine Street and all the buildings on Vine Street were warehouses. I gave the place one last look and set out for the drugstore I had seen on the cor- ner. I trudged along slowly trying to think if I had the right address. I was sure I had. I walked into the drugstore, dropped my nickel into the slot and dialed a number. Hello, Jones's Meat Market. Harvey Jones speaking, sounded the bosses voice over the phone. Boss, it's Billy, I said. 'tWhy in blue blazes haven't you deliv- ered that bundle to Mrs. Vine at 30 Wood- land Road? Hurry up and deliver it. Now what do you want? he yelled gasfp- ing for breath. Oh nothing, I explained as I put down the receiver. W. REAGAN '51 JUNIOR CLASS NEWS Class Officers President WILLARD ROBINSON Vice President . ......... PETER CLARK Secretary ............. .... R UTH CHIPMAN Treasurer ...,.......... RICHARD KELLY A Sadie Hawkins Record Dance was given by the Juniors in the school audi- torium October 24, 1947. The girls did the inviting and Diane Cellini, queen of the night, was dressed to represent Sadie Hawkins. Christo Murphy, Diane Cellini and Willard Robinson were in charge of dec- orations, while Shirley Hall and Lyda West took charge of the refreshments. This year the Juniors presented The Tantrumj' a comedy in one act by Bea- trice McNeil at the Inter-Class Plays. Miss James coached. Joan DesJardins, Kenneth Torrey, Bar- bara Hills, Ruth Chipman, Edward Bvul- lard and Frances MacFarlane are mem- bers of the Honor Society this year. Peter Clark was chosen captain of the boyls basketball team, and Nancy Chase of the girl's. Committees have been chosen for the Junior Prom which is to be held in the school auditorium 'May 14. They are as follows: Decoration Committee: Willard Robinson, Joan DesJardins, Christos Mur- phy, Jeanne Ewart, Ruth Chiprnan and Barbara Hills. Music: Ruth Chipman, Christos Mur- phy, Frances MacFarlane and Pete Clark. Refreshments: Shirley Hall and Diane Cellini. Tickets: Kenneth Torrey. Christos Murphy was elected president of the Student Council. Representatives from the Junior class are: Elizabeth Han- sen and Barbara Hills. SOPHOMORE NEWS In the first class meeting of the Sopho- more class, Covert Bailey, president durinig our Freshman year, presided. Class officers were elected as follows: President, Phyllis Thomas, Vice-Presi- dent, Scott Osborng Secretary, May Han- son, Treasurer, Helen McHugh. Guidance class, which began when school opened in September, has proved to be very interesting and amusing to our class, especially with Miss Maguire as our leader. Follo-wing the pattern set by the Sopho- more class of last year, this year's class gave a Christmas Formal on the night of December eighteenth. The hall was dec- orated in the true holiday spirit with two large Christmas trees on either side of the stage. Al Deiss and his orchestra pro- vided the music, and the refreshments, including fruit punch, coke and cookies, wer served by the fair sex of the Sopho- more class. A few of our girls were saddened by the fact that Richard White left our insti- tute of knowledge for his old stamping grounds in Quincy High. Majorie Forkey had an extended Christ- mas vacation due to the fact that she con- tracted pneumonia over the holidays. FRESHMEN NEWS Our Freshmen class, plan to hold its first dance of the school year, April 2. Admission will be 30 cents and refresh- ments will be served. The decorating committee is: Donald Gordon Ruth Jackson Audrey Johnson Eliot Robinson Eole Georgetti The decorating colors will be in Green, Pink, Yellow and White Pastel colors. There will be small white lambs for the centerpiece, and a few flowers to set off the rest of the decorations. We hope it will be a success, and hope many will come. Class Oificers President, Robert Turner Vice President, Eole Georgetti Secretary, Ralph Ripley Treasurer, Peter Dickman FIRMAMENT The stars that twinkle overhead, The moon that shines its best: Both smile upon a sleeping world High on a golden crest. A. SCOTT '50 lPage lTen