Norwell High School - Shipbuilder Yearbook (Norwell, MA)

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SEVENTH GHHDE 4 First Row- Shedden White, Lois Brown, Frank Colombo, Caroll Farnsworth, Samuel Sylvester, William Murphy, Jean Joseph, Miss Barteaug Second Row- Clifford Hanson, Ann Wilson, Fay Cavanagh, Judith Adams, Camilla Cranton, Rita Leavitt, Ruth Curtis, Hilda Panall, Prescott Crowellg Third Row- Paul Burnside, Summer Bennett, Lee McKenney, Lyn Savage, Donald Scothorne, Dana McKenny, Paul Robinson. OUR LAND of. First comes our We have a land to be proud good, hardworking, and honest. the check home faithfully every trained teachers, colleges, and ment is constantly taking place. Next comes the general outline, farms with great tower- ing silos and bountiful harvests of golden corn and wheat, the placid pools in quiet parks, and the Stars and Stripes flying freely overhead. And, as long as Old Glory waves, our America will be the land of the free and the home of the brave. I 4 S U evo 0 iI!'39' if I ff lyk N 0 A, pxgxqasks, I 'i s ' o' If i'. 1 No It No It No one may one may one population. Most of the people are support of their families and bring education with its free schools, nothing is yet perfect but improve- Fathers work for the pay day. Then comes scholarships. True, Judy Adams NO ONE KNOWS knows what she will find in a lady's pocketbook. be thumbtacks, papers, or even a fish hook. knows when she looks in it what she will find. be lipstick, hair pins, or perfume of some kind. knows, that's very true, But this perhaps is funny. With all the things we've named above, You seldom will find money. Camilla Cranton is

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DIVINE LIGEIA As the young man ascended the steps of the parish house, he was conscious of an eleva- tion that threatened to burst the seams of his jacket. He presented his ticket and made his greetings to friends at the door with the address of visiting royalty and the enthusiasm of a victorious candidate. He then repaired to the vestry where he stopped to check once more the set of each stud and the absolute symmetry of every fold in his tuxedo. The idea,that a church dance could inspire the warm glow that hung about him, would have seemed ridiculous to his self in the vestry window, he friends, but they were brutish beings. As he surveyed him- was sure that none other-could conceive of the exquisite pain that racked his every fibre. floor as did the immaculately have contributed one fraction Never did any swain trembl dressed young mang the mos to his anticipation. otherwise. She had invited him to come: nl hope to see when he read that! He knew that she must have written m daughter, his contemporary. How odd it seemed that he c more desire than for an occasional glance or smile. Ye one woman in manyg a rare goddess who combined a vast wi stir the very depths of the soul. Alone, he could never could imagine was an expression at Onbe winsome and gay, little brooklet, and the-sweetest mouth that he had ever once, when he fancied her image quite clearly. As he turned from the vestry window, his arm caught with a carbonated drink, and sent it to the floor. With it. He glanced at his trousers. There, before his horr over the knee. It was not until the crease disappeared, the full ghastly significance came over himg then it wa and he was swept into the hall, to the receiving line be e on the threshold of a ballroom t opulent surroundings could not He preferred to believe she waited for him, although his good sense you there. How any such cards. ould worship the might have said exquisite his joy He thought of her mother with no t it was very natural, for she was sdom with physical perfection to actually visualize her. All he eyes like sunlight from an amused seen. He had called her Ligeia an unnoticed bottle, almost full a soft curse, he bent to retrieve ified gaze, a large stain spread leaving a dark, syrupy spot, that s too late. Friends had seen him fore he could protest. Without knowing how, he found himself greeting a radiant Ligela. He smiled and talked. He tried desperately to be naturalg he felt he must die before he could be safe and secure. He had asked her to dance, and he was dancing with her. He was amazed at his own aud- acity. They danced and danced, they left the room, and danced out over the lawn, from leaf to leaf, from flower to flowery finally they floated out over the bushes and trees and roofs, and they danced on nothing at all. He came back to earth when she laughed and told him the orchestra had stopped playing. He laughed too, nervously, and a wave of inadequacyswept over him. He didn't dance with her again. He felt better when he had joined his own group. The boys were charitable, and he was not particularly attached to any of the girls. He cared little if they noticed the stain. Not able to leave,he waited for the remainder of the evening, even when his friends started to say good-night. He saw only a divine Ligeia, and he drank in her every movement. The evening was ended. Only a few persons remained, stacking dishes and taking down decorations. He entered the vestry as she was slipping on her coat. He sprang to help her with it. As she turned to thank him, her arm caught an unnoticed bottle, half full with a carbonated drink, and sent it to the floor. With a soft She glanced anxiously at his trousers. There, before her horrified spread over the knee. The lovely eyes flew openg she hastened to beg forg she have been so stupid as to ruin his suit! He must al bent to retrieve it. gaze, a large stain curse, she her blunder. How could iveness for low her to have it cleaned for him. Her apology was more than ample. Breathlessly he forgave her. She smiled gratefully at him as she left. Alone, he contemplated the spot on his knee with a deep and profound reverence. A MISLEADING DREAM I had a dream the other nigh And, my! It gave me such a A weird white object came in Shining in an eerie light. I hoped it was a handsome kn Whose armor shone so ghastly One night know I wasn't righ Edward Bullard '49 t fright. to sight, ight white. 13. It was a shmoe, the little sprite! Lyda Wes 18 t '49