Norwell High School - Shipbuilder Yearbook (Norwell, MA)

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TO BUILD A STOCK CAR So you want to build a stock car? Well, I am one of the few girls who can tell you how to do it. All sum er I lived, breathed, and ate stock cars. The basic block is stock Ford V-8--the resemblance ends here. You bore the cylinders out from 1X8 to f inches over-size, racing pistons designed to eliminate power-loss and highly polished to prevent carbon deposits are installed leaving plenty of clearance for expansion. Any reputable piston is permissable. You are striving for increased horse power, so ou will need a 'stroked' crank shaft, lengthening the stroke from lfl6 to 5 16 inches. Your next concern ls the camshaft. Various racing grinds are available, for instance, a nmodifiedu or nsemin grind is used for a pleasure car when A I better than average pick-up is desirable. For the one-half and one-fourth UMW? mile tracks the nFull Racen and nsuperu grinds are used. This action is brought about by grinding the stock shaft in such a way that the exhaust and intake valves overlap when closing and opening. This results in a scavenger- ing effect Cthe exhaust action pulls in the gas mixture through the open in- take valvel. In order to supply the necessary fuel mixture, a special racing intake manifold employing two carburetors is used. You'll need a good fuel pump, electric or otherwise, and many may install a system whereby air pressure is put into the gas tank to force the fuel to the carburetor. Experimenting with fuel formulas brings about increased acceleration. You might use ben- zol, ether, or alcohol in conjunction with a good grade of gasoline and tetraethyl. With a fuel formula, greater comparison ratios are necessary, so you must employ racing heads. To insure maximum efficiency under the . tremendous strain, fill the crank case with the best heavy weight oil and a mixture of castor oil. This completes the motor, the backbone of your ,gn I quyg V racing car. Now you must find a light Ford coupe, preferably of 1937 Qgiyig jiiixig, vintage, to support the completed motor.' Cut the fenders to three Mwweg S5 NCL' fourths their original lengthg remove the windows Knot the , dl- T f windshieldl, the up- holstery, and any inflammable material. JKq5gn. , h Q Bend steel bars to shape the roof, welding them securely to lwwp gjM555f5L4,z44,4EfgLNgu the chassis for the dr1ver's protection. Install a sturdy seat sag gy! f?:J,,:jwn ' equipped with a qu1ck-act1on- buckle safety belt. Make the front gli b 1 ,,f' end as rugged as possible, and elimi- nate rear-end differential action me i If Q9 by welding the spider gears and installing racing gears. The lower the gear ratio 11 ' in the rear-end, the more R.P.M.'s the motor will turn up to provide the required speed. This develops more power in the motor. Use a ratio of about 5 to 1. A big radiator equipped with an expansion tank is important, for terrific heat will be generated by the fast turning motor. Tut smooth-capped, over-sized, and rugged racing tlres on special wheels. You'll need fifty pounds of air in the two tires on the right side of the car, as this is the side that takes the punishmentg all the corners of the track are to the left. To make the car nhandlen is important, so you must shift the weight of the body to the left. That side tends to lift in the corners. Use a larger- 1-Wg-T15 than-average steering arm for quicker steering action. - Qu? This completes your car, but don't forget a flashy paint job, not greeng green is unlucky. Pick a good number to paint on the side of the car. The next problem, and probably the most difficult, is to find someone to naimn the racer. X 1- is W Helen McHugh 'EL ,s ' 47 ' 7' X ' UQ COOKING CLASS First we go up With the thought in mind That when we are there, We'll escape the grind, To cook with in class We take out our utensils, We drag out our notebooks And chewed-down pencils. We all sit down And pretend to hear While Miss Allenu talks About proteins, my dear! 4Apolog1es to Mrs. Mac- donald--'Allenn kept the meter. Sheddon White 8

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Lite rar CONFESSIONS OF A CRIMINAL I realize now that it is useless to hide my crime, but at the time, I thought I could easily conceal it. Little did I realize the cunning or power of the Security Corps--the dread S. C. Society. That evening following the horrible deed, I went to bed early. Sometime during the night I was awakened by a sharp rap on the door. I arose undisturbed, thinking it was perhaps the landlord or a late visitor. Opening the door, I beheld a man dressed in an ordinary suit and overcoat. Still I was not alarmed. 'What can I do for you?n I asked him. nI've been ordered to take you down to headquarters,n he replied, revealing his blue and white arm band. HJust put on your coat and come along with me. Nothing will happen to you so long as you behave and don't try anything.n How could I try anything with my head in a whirl, and my brain numbed by the sudden shock? How had the fiends found out? I permitted myself to be led away, and we soon arrived at the jail. My captor threw me into a cell, a small, evil-smelling dungeon. I lay there for some time, thinking. Suddenly a thought came into my head. If they were only suspicious of me, they would wait for me to sign a confession. If I signed one, I was as good as dead. Later I was led to a clean, well-lighted room. This was the leader's office. I was blinded momentarily by the bright lights, and it was some minutes before I could see clearly. There was no escape from that roomy the door had been bolted and locked after me, and two guards stood along each wall. The leader motioned me to sit down. UAl1 right, sir, we don't want to detain you too long. We realize you are a busy man. Just sign the paper here and you can go.n nNo,n I shouted, UI won't sign it. I haven't done anything wrong and you can't make me sign it.n nIt's up to you. We know you committed the crime, and I think we shall be able to per- suade you to change your m1nd.n He signalled one of the guards. 'Wh1tey, take this guy into the next room and soften him up,n he said. A big brute grabbed my arm, took me into the room, and pounded me until I was unconscious. Someone re- vived me by throwing a bucket of water in my face. I refused to sign, so I was strapped to the wall and given fifty lashes across the back with a cat-o-nine-tails. The pain was un- bearable, and for the second time, I lapsed into unconsciousness. I was revived as before. Again I was asked to sign. I refused. 'He's a stubborn one, 1sn't he?n one of the guards remarked. I was dragged back to my cell for the night. I realized I was near the end of my endurance. Next morning the torture continued. Still groggy, I was made toqsit in a chair facing a fire in which a red-hot poker gleamed. This was too much! The conression was orought be- fore me and I signed. I was given a quick mock trial, and now I am awaiting my execution. You may question the reason for my recording these facts. I want to spare those who are contemplating breaking the rules of the S. C. the dreadful torture I endured. You can never get away, for according to its motto: nThe Student Council always gets its man!n Remember this and beware. Scott Osborne '50 17

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THE Day was just beginning to break the stream, I saw a large swirl, and the large fish which must be in that GREAT BATTLE on the opening day of the fishing season. Approaching a good sized trout jumped from the water. Thinking of pool, I hurriedly made my final preparations. My first cast brought a rise from a small speckled trout about ten inches long. As I pulled him from the water, his sides gleamed too, for the day had started after I had caught six good sized tro There was something intriguing a minnow nibbled at the bait. I was re gleamed with small red and orange spots. My hopes well. I gradually moved down stream. An hour later, ut, I returned to the first pool. bout this spotg I tried several casts, but not even a ady to move on. CRASH! He struck. He hit with such force that my pole almost jerked from my hands. My heart leaped with excitement as the fish made a terrific plunge upstreamg moving so fast that I thought we were him downstream, for he was taking all in a flash,he turned and raced downstream. He was on our way to the open Atlantic. I quickly followed my line. I managed to get some line back and felt that my prey was tiring. Suddenly the line went taut, and he again lunged for open water. Falling over slippery stones, I stumb in deep water. As I struggled around ceded a waterfall. It was now or nev led after him. Again and again I went over my boots a bend, I saw some rapids which, I knew, just pre- er! Bending the rod frightfully, I braced myself and pulled for all I was worth. Time stood still--would my equipment hold? His runs became shorter and weak he was ready to land. Here was a fis stuffed and hanging above the dining won! I played him carefully, I must aghast, for there before me lay four er, the line began to loosen, and after a few minutes h! I had visions of a fifteen pound trout beautifully table--a tribute to my skill. Yes! I turned him. I had not lose him! I couldn't wait to beach him. I was feet of slithery,slimy eel. Mark Robinson '50 SHORT STORY HI can't write a short story! I can't! I won't! That's all there is to 1t,n I stormed into the poor innocent telephone. nHave you written one yet, Barb? not that. Please! Well, O.K. I'll c I slammed down the receiver and nOf all the silly things to do. Ah, you haven't. Well, give me some suggestions. No, all you later. Bye.n walked forlornly back to my room, mumbling to myself: Write a short story! That teacher just has it in for us. No other teacher would make us do 1t.' As I sat on my bed and chewed my passed through my head. Trip her cas pencil, pleasant little thoughts of my English teacher ually as she goes down the stairs? No, I might get in trouble with the Student Council. Should I scribble nasty black marks in her rank book? No, Mr. Petit might not appreciate it Then all of a sudden it came to me. before? I spread the paper before me Us UI can't write a short story. I What a wonderful idea! Why didn't I think of it and began to write hort Story' can't! I won't! That's all there is to it,' I stormed into the poor innocent telephone . Sarah Lincoln 'Sl FLATTERY There's a grand young lady, So I've been told, who in her heyday Never would scold. But times must have changed Since she took up teaching For she blows her stack When she catches you cheating. She drives to the High School Each morning at eight And all of the students Hope she'll be late. She drives a white Mercury, 19 A new '49N, And leaves the other cars Trailing behind. So if you should meet her Where the road makes a turn Put in a good word For lazy Art Stearns. I'm sure she will say nwhat are you 1mply1ng?, Can Stearns pass English Without even trying?H Arthur Stearns '50