Norwell High School - Shipbuilder Yearbook (Norwell, MA)

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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

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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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THE BURRS AND THE HAMILTONS SEE A TV PLAY-OFF The Burrs and the Hamiltons lived on Ocean Street, good neighbors, amiable in all mat- ters except baseball. The Hamilton family, loyal Boston rooters, waged a continual verbal war against the Burrs, fanatical Yankee fans. It was near the end of the '49 season and Boston and New York were tied for the title. The Hamiltons had invited the Burrs to come over and watch the play-off game. There might be arguments, but both families wanted to see the game. At the appointed time, all were clustered in the Hamiltons living room. It was a hard fought game all the way, but finally the Boston team won. A gloom sank on the Burrsg anger burned within them. Arthur Hamilton tried to console them, but Alan Burr's temper exploded in a flash, and his gloved hand whipped across Ham1lton's mouth. All gasped for this could mean only one thing--a duel! nTomorrow at dawn,n snarled Hamilton. nwith pistols,n called Burr as he stalked out the back door. As dawn broke, the two men met on the downtown green. Arthur Hamilton, still joyous at his team's victory, felt so cheerful that he hardly wanted to uphold his honorg Alan Burr with murder in his heart, handed Arthur a pistol. nwalk ten paces and f1re,H called the local doctor. nI'll just fire in the air, I know old Sam's only bluff1ng,u thought Arthur as he walked out the paces. Then two shots crashed out: one went skywardg the other buried itself in Hamilton's chest! The Burrs live on Ocean Street. William Mullen '53 THE LAW OF GOD There is a miracle in life, The presence on earth of man, And God also created The earth, the sky and land. Has man the right To now destroy What God has power to claim? Has man the right To now destroy what he can't construct again? The trace of life that now exists Is Nature's dead remains, The Beauty God once put in life Is covered now with stains. The mark of toil, the scar of strife, The blackened cloak of war Which covers earth and touches sky, Can never be God's Law. Verna Hahner '50 MY SISTER The essence of spring' The voice of a bird: A smile of the gods A song is her word. The fine threads of sold, Which cover her head Glisten in sunl1Sht Like things angels said. Phyllis Thomas '50 20