Norwell High School - Shipbuilder Yearbook (Norwell, MA)

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' THE SHIPBUILDER , GRADE 8 First row: left to right, R. Bennett, T. Walsh, D. Wessman, R. Molla, P. Joseph, T. Peachy, CVice Presidentb M. L. Vezina, CPresident7 P. Turner, CSecretary- Treasurerb M. Cellini, R. Carl, R. Wyman, R. Robinson. Back row: W. McLeod, P. Gunderway, M. Ross, J. Bates, P. Terry, F. Simpson, J. Sandberg, B. Grigsby, G. Tibbets. Absent: G. Mesheau, Jo-Ann Mead. RUNNING BROOK Have you ever seen a running brook go tumbling on its way? As you watch it and wonder where it is headed, you stand amazed. It seems to be laughing merrily as it races on its coures. Listening, you almost hear a tune as the little brook goes rolling down the slope. I have often tried to make a 'cheery song out of the Way the brook goes racing past me. Have you ever tried it? It's fun. JO-ANN IVEEAD, Grade 8. 1,-i..i-..-l1.- RADIOS Radios are magic things, ou an here They take y ywf . To gardens filled with pleasant smells, Loud birds songs fill the air. Perhaps to an old-fashioned farm With whirring spinning wheel. - And a long-gowned lady there To get the evening meal. Or maybe to a circus With a laughing chalk-faced clown. Lots of popcorn, candy too With folks all walking round. Radios are magic things, They take you anywhere. Mom, I want ra radio, Tom Mix is on the air! PA'I'I'I TERRY, Grade 8. A TRIP T0 VENUS We are now taking off for Venus. In our rocket ship our speed is only 1,000 miles an hour as we don't want to take off too fast! As we gain altitude, our speed rapidly accelerates to 10,000 m.p.h. We expect to be gone a bit over one month the trip each way being about one and a half weeks. For eig-ht days now we lhave been in the air. Our ship long ago passed the pull of gravity from Earth, and we are shooting full speed toward Venus Where We expect to land tomorrow. To save fuel we shut off our rockets and let Venus' gravity make us fall onward! Bump! On April 5, 1968, we are landing on Venus. Here it is about thirty degrees colder than Earth. It is covered with plants though it has no mpeople. Water runs in little streams that seem to go no- where. At every step we cover five feet and a slight jump carries us twelve feet into the air. All because of different gravity! We are leaving for Earth and are try- ing to save fuel for our rockets are run- ning low, We are stranded in 'space. Just be- tween the two gravities, our rockets give out, and since no gravity pulls us, our ship stays still. It looks as if our knowl- edge of Venus will never reach Earth. PRESTON RIPLEY, G-rade 8. Page Eighteen

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THE SHIPBUILDER SOPHOMORE CLASS ....... Left to right, first row: J. Murphy, V. Hahner, B. Johnson, G. Jackman, M. Hanson Secretary, P. Thomas, president, H. McHugh, treasurer, J. Hanson, M, Colombo A. Scott. Second row: N. Arvidson, A. Haskell, C. Bailey, D. Phillips, J. Cann G. Halleran. Third row: K. Osborn, M. Robinson, G. Jackman, A. Stearns. FRESHMAN CLASS Left to right, first row: W. Regan, B. McCarthy, S. Tingley, E. Georgetti, R. Turner, president' P. Dickman tr ' - ' , ' , easuier, R. Ripley, secretary, S. Lincoln, J. Bennet, W. Mullen. Second row: D. Merrit, S. Hall, B. Carruthers, R. Jackson, A. John- son, L. Zebetti, J. Wessman, E. Robinson. Third row: K. Williams, D. Gordon, F. Phillips, J. Dean, D. Cranton, J. McManus. Page Seventeen

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THE SHIPBUILDER GRADE 7 First row: left to right, F. Lomax, A. Cornwell, R. Terry, P. Wright, P. Crombie fTreasurerD D. DesJardin, CVice Presidentb P. Andrews, fPresidentJ E.'Mac- Dougal, CSecretaryD P. Wright, J. Farnsworth, E. Schindler, D. Howes. , Middle row: R. Wiley, E. Cummings, R. Seely, C. McCarthy, R. Molla, D. Hall, P. Ripley, A. Joseph, S. Hall. Back row: K. Ekstrom, R. Gardner, W. Wardon, R. Baldwin, P. Ripley, J. Cashman. THIE LIFE STORY OF AN OWL gry. As soon as they spied their mother It was lovely spring evening when I returning, they would stretch up, open first opened my eyes. As I came out of their mouths wide, and make a shrill my shell, I found myself with two broth- noise for their food. ers and a sister who had just come of Robins are very pretty birds. The male shells like mine. How cozy it was in our has a black head and bright red orange nest down in a hollow tree! breast. The female is paler with gray Father and mother took good care of us head and light breast. Everytime I see little owlets. As the strong light hurt them return in the spring, I like to Wel- our eyes, we slept all day. During the come my pretty friends. night our parents took turns in feeding us EILEEN SCHINDLER, Grade 7. with dainty morsels. As soon as we were it- . big eno-ugh, we had lessons in hunting. THE WOODS When mother found a mouse creeping In the fall the woods are beautiful. All about in the grass, she would pounce on the leaves are turning red and yellow. it to show us how to catch mice. What Birds are still there singing happily as fun it was- How hard we tried to learn! they get ready to go south, and rabbits are When we grew older and could take hopping busily about. You walk on a care of ourselves, we all flew away nice carpet of leaves that rustle and through the cool woods. My home is now crackle under your feet. You may find in a leafy, lady tree. In the daytime I an abandoned bird's nest or a silky little close my ears with little flaps of skin that rabbit. 'Ilhe brook gurgles merrily as it grow near them, and sleep soundly. At races down the slope, and in its quiet night I go hunting. My feet have strong spots it reflects the deep blue of autumn's talons with which I hold the mice and sky. Pine needles in the sun smell so other little animals that I catch. The clean and good. The woods are a lovely Farmers should love me, because I eat the place to walk in autumn. rats, mice and ground squirrels that ERMA MacDOUGALL, Grade 7. destroy their crops. iii RUTH BENNETT, Grade 8. WHAT MAKES A CHRISTMAS 1-- Christmas is the birthday of our Lord. ROBINS Christ was born as a igift to the world. After it stopped raining, I took a walk Because of this, we give presents to our through the orchard. There I saw a moth- family, and friends, and to those less for- er robin bringing food to her little ones. tunate than we. It is the happiest holi- She would go out into the meadow and day in the Christian year. A generous, in one second she would have a worm. kind heart and the desire to give, rather Back she would come. Right away you than to receive, is what makes Christmas. could see that the baby robins were hun- FLORENCE LOMAX, Grade 7. Page Nineteen