Norwell High School - Shipbuilder Yearbook (Norwell, MA)

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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

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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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Thirty years Thirty years Todays Thirty years THE AMERICAN DREAM ago they laid great faith in the younger generation: ago they were repeating: children, tomorrow's citizens with a bright future.' ago they were tired, tired people, Ready to slip heavy burdens to small, small shoulders, And these small shoulders grew and gathered strength, And small heads gathered wisdom. But Tomorrow never came---not the Great Tomorrow-- Not the wild dream of each returning soldier, Not the promised Tomorrow of the many speeches and epics, Only another warring Tomorrow, a bloody Tomorrow, A Tomorrow of Death. And five years ago they were tired, tired people, Ready to slip heavy burdens to small, small shoulders-- And our small shoulders grew and gathered strength, And our small heads gathered practical wisdom, And Tomorrow--a real, firm Tomorrow, we pray is soon to come. BABY PICTURES May and Jean Hanson Scott Osborne Marjorie Forkey Lawrence Lambert -Phyllis Thomas Norman Arvidson -Mark Robinson Ann Scott Howard Phillips 10-Beverly Prest ll-BarbaraiJohnson I2-Marilyn Colombo 13-Richard White -Kenneth Osborne -Verna Hahner -Arthur Stearns -Joan Murphy -Gertrude Jackman -Helen McHugh -John Cann Alumni News Arthur Bates - Attending Bryant R Stratton Business School Walter Brown - Attending Boston University Edward Bullard - Attending Harvard College Robert Carl - Employed by Welch Co., Scituate Frank Cashman - Salesman for Frank H. Cashman Co., Boston Diane Cellini - Attending Bridgewater State Teachers' College Nancy Chase - Employed.by New England Art Co., Abington Ruth Chipman - Attending Middlebury College Joan Des Jardins - Secretary at United Shoe Machine Co., Boston Jean Ewart - At Home Shirley Gauley - Employed by New England Art Co., Abington Shirley Hall - Attending Fanny'Farmer's Cooking School Elizabeth Hansen - Employed by Granite Trust Co., Quincy Carolyn Hansen - Employed by John Hancock Co., Boston Barbara Hills - Attending Burdett Business School Richard Kelly - Employed by Henderson's Store, Norwell Jean MacDougall - Clerk at C. B. Fleming Co., Norwood Reginald MacDouga11-- Employed by MacDougall Contracting Co., Weymouth Frances MacFarlane - Attending Katherine Gibbs Secretarial School Charles Mead - Moved To Dover, Massachusetts Christos Murphy - Attending Massachusetts School of Art Donald Murray - Attending Brown University Ann Reagan - Attending Bridgewater State Teachers' College Willard Robinson - Attending Massachusetts School of Art Fred Seaquist - Employed by Tolman's Poultry Farm, Norwell Eleanor Sousa - Employed by New England Art Co., Abington Kenneth Torrey - Attending Bent1ey's School of Accounting Lyda West - Employed by New England Art Co., Abington 21