Norwell High School - Shipbuilder Yearbook (Norwell, MA)

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THE SATELLITE The spaceship rose slowly at first, then by degrees it converged on the acceleration intent. The crew, Nord Rarnus, electronic engineer, Ramsey Jones, mechanical engineer, and I, Arnold Walters, space navigationist, lay back on our parrow bunks to diminish the strain of the initial celerity. Rocketing straight up into the ionisphere at twenty-five thousand miles per hour, we reached the height of three hundred miles above the earth where we turn- ed over and flew around our base planet the earth. After doubling the distance spaceship toward the moon 258,000 miles We got our first close View of the to augment the speed of the ship by the rotation of of the earth, the radaronic navigator conducted the away. nQueen of Nightn forty-seven hours later. The terr ain reminded me of the astronomical photography of our secondary planet. We landed Septem- ber l8, 1974, On the side of the moon which was illuminated by a reflected light from the earth. While on the moon, we took pictures, collected rock samples, and made astronomical photographs of other planets. Returning to our spaceship with our data, we rocketed out in to the cosmo toward earth. Forty hours later, or one hour ago, flying four hundred miles above the earth's sur- face, the ship refused to respond to the radaronic controls. Ramsey went through the air- lock to check the uranic engines three quarters of an hour ago. Nord has been trying to contact the earth with radar, but as yet, he has not been successful. I started to write this data about a half hour ago. Now we are revolving around the earth at a uniform level. There is only enough air to last ten hours. If we are not alive when we are found, this manuscript will by earthmen. serve as an account of the first trip to the moon Walter Brown '49 'N'-II--If-6641-SHG if--Z!-4 6! X-SH!-E!-if-63 -PH!-65 Again and again the blood-curdling REVENGE scream broke the silence of the night. The crea- ture had struck again. The fate of another helpless victim had been sealed. For six months he had roamed the nearby countryside, killing all in sight. Sad, indeed, was our peaceful little Indian village, for six of our bravest warriors had gone on hunting trips never to be seen again. Since no one dared to wander far from the village, our food supply was getting low. In the morning, the chief called a council of all the braves to decide upon a plan of action. They finally agreed to draw lots. The medicine-man held a number of straws of un- equal length in his hand. Each brave picked a straw: the brave choosing the longest was to hunt and kill the beast. A heavy silence fell over the tepee as the straws were drawn--I had picked the longest! A shiver of terror raced up my spine as I realized that it was up to me to save the village. It would be a fight to the finish. As the sun rose the next morning, I set out on my expedition, armed with my bow and arrows and the advice of the older braves. morning I rose at dawn and hunted all day fourth day, as I was about to pitch camp, Slowly I crept up to the place, and, sure beast. He caught sight of me and let out For three days I hunted without success. Each for signs of the animal. Toward sunset of the I suddenly detected a movement in front of me. enough, not fifteen feet in front of me was the a horrible scream. Quickly he bounded to his feet and stood glaring at me. It seemed like an eternity before either of us moved a mus- cle. Finally he laid back his ears, bared his fangs, and stiffened, ready to jump. Ever so slowly I reached into my quiver and brought out an arrow. I fitted it into my bow and took careful aim. I realized that I had to hit the vital spot with the first shot. The monster leaped! Twang! My arrow had gone straight to its mark. lhe brute gave one last choking roarand slowly collapsed in a heap on the ground. Yippeel I had killed him. l was in a happy frame of mind as I raced home. nHey! Dad,n I shouted as 1 opened the d00r,nI did it. I finally killed that pesky rabbit which has been eating all the vegetables in our garden. It's lucky you gave me that .22 for my birthday or he would still be making havoc of our poor defenseless lettuce and carrots.n Scott Osborne '50 19

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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

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THE BIG TROUT Whenever anyone had a fishing problem, Archie Drabner was consulted. The men around Chippery Mountain knew how to fish, but Archie was the master of them all. One day while fishing in Gilligan Creek, Archie saw a gigantic trout leap out of the water. He knew he had to get that trout. Drabner sat down on the rocks and started figuring. Any other trout fisherman would have quickly tried all the tricks he knew, but not Archie. After he discovered the trout, he did little, if any, work around his fields. Now it happened that Elsie, Arch1e's wife, was a very hard working woman. She knew that the spring plowing had to be done and she attempted to make Archie not be bothered with the plowing. Every day Archie watched until he found his trout, of the trout's feeding habits. It happened that Archie other men, and daily there was a group of them watching forget his fishing. But he would and he settled down to a long study had discussed his problem with the his every cast. Each day he tried a new idea, none of which worked. The betting among the men was four to one on the trout. One day when Archie was watching the trout, he saw a black gnat riding the current of the brook. There was a great splashg at last the trout had risen. The men agreed that the trout well deserved the attention given him by the master fisherman. Archie hurried home and made a new fly to resemble the gnat, but try as he would, he could not hide the curve of the hook. On one of his casts, his fly landed close to another black gnat, riding on the current. The trout rose and took the gnat without giving the fly a second glance. This was it! Archie had finally figured That night he worked into the wee rose bright and early and left the house made four new flies, now there were only this troublesome matter from tus mind. out a way to trap that crafty trout. hours and completed his new lure. Next morning he for the brook. Something puzzled him. He had three. Thoughts of bagging the trout drove all As he neared the brook, he recognized his wife in the midst of a group of men. In one hand she had his second best rod and I in the other his great twelve pound trout. One of the men said, 'Look what your wife done, Archie. She figgered that by tying one fly four inches from the others she could trick the trout. By gorrie, she d1d!n Archie's wife said, HH1, Archie! Let's go home now so you can get to that plcwing.' UYes ma'am,n revlied Archie. Kenneth Torrey '49 WZ-53-EI'-IZ-61-EHS'-3145 N65-25654-ki .- A LOCKER SPEAKS ITS MIND Hey, stupid, who d'ya think piece, yer shiv'r1n me timbers. I asks ya now, if we hasn't gettin' so's a locker a1n't much yer shovin' them books at? Ouch! Quit shovin' me frontis Ain't us lockers got no rights? suffered one revolkin' devel'pment after another? It's more than a place to hang yer hat 'n' stow yer books. Humm, come ta think of it, we really a1n't. But that's irrelegent ta the subjec'. Some of us is gettin' pretty old. We lacks some o' the pers'nal maggatism of them new lockers in other schools, but we got fell1n's too. F'r instance, take m' friends the gym lockers 'n' the way yer always beltin' 'em in tle lower regions wid yer big feet when they don't open up after ya've fiddled wid the combination once 't'er twice. An', oh, those incineratin' remarks. I blushes ta think of 'Sm- Then when ya decided 1t'S become too aspiratin' ta proceed, ya runs off to tell Mr. Dixon ya can't open yer locker, an' may yer please have uer combination, if only for the novulky of it? Them's some of the more annoyin' habits. I fells that on behalf of meself 'n' me con- stitcherants, reccnversion should set in...but fast!! If it don't, them wet rainboots 'n' leaky umbrellas is gonna make me paint crack. And if I had a noze ta git a cold in, I would. I re-utterate, ain't us lockers got no rigkts? Ann Scott '50 20