Norwell High School - Shipbuilder Yearbook (Norwell, MA)

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'fa mv fi fa , my ul sk ' 'iff W gf M04 Qs 1' it l XX My f' oz!ZgE?iggNNgv 'iiQuQs!ii3N ::5?- 2535- .iggggggggiikgf :gg A BOY After the male has crown out of triangles and left the soft, pretty, formative stage, is it a boy? No, not until it has acquired pants, freckles' and so much dirt that relatives do not care to kiss it. Then it becomes a boy. The world is so full of boys that it is impossible to touch off a firecracker, strike up a band, pitch a ball game, or have a rodeo in town without collecting a million dirty, noisy, squirming boys. A boy is not ornamental: seldom is he useful. If there were no boys, the newspapers would go undelivered and unread, a thousand movies would go bankrunt and boys' clubs all over the world would no lonver exist. mhe boy is a natural spectator. He watches parades, fires, fivhts, ball vames, rodeos, circuses, boats and airplanes. He does not watch the clock, but forever comes home for lunch at supper time In short, a boy is a piece of skin stretched'over an appetite. He is asleep two-thirds of the time and during the remainder, he eats! A boy is very durable: if not washed too often, and if kept in a quiet place after each accident, he will survive broken bones, hornets, swimming holes, fights and nine helpings of Die. When he grows bashfulness and a ambition, -retense shouting that boys HOPALONG Fopalong was our pet robin Hhom we found on the muddy We was chirpind at the top And his mother no where to The cat was lurking in the Waiting for his juicy prem up he will trade DUDDY love, energy, warts, cast iron stomach for a bay window, pride, and a bald head. He will spend his leisure time are not what they were in the good old days. Cynthia Rice rround. of his lungs be found. shadows But luckily Hopalong was saved From a dreadful fate that day. As weeks went past Hopalong grew, And much to our dismay, He hopped unon a blueberry And soon he flew away. bush But even thouah he's learned to fly, Fe comes around each year, And percbes on the window sill To bring a note of cheer. Jean Donovan 2lL

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Nil ff r . 9 2: x x M ' ai-J CHEERLE DER Our basketball team was cheered on by our eight energetic cheer- leaders who spurred the team on to many great victories. .S 'Y BA D VW 14 The Band members meet at the Elementary School every Friday. Under the direction of Mr. Iovinelli they have made rapid progress. ll GLEE CLUB l Miss Gertrude Reynolds has successfully directed both the bays' and girls' Glee Club. They sang at the Interclass Plays and also at a Grange Meeting. 5--, ,-, 1 1 f A

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PADDED The offices of the International Boxing Commission were crowded with fight promoters, photographers and the toppers of the Commis- sion. They had all assembled to get the signatures of the two con- tenders for the middle-weight title. The fighters had signed, had shaken hands, the television contracts had been signed and sealed. All was ready. Manager Mintz was about to leave when he turned and asked, nSay Commissioner, what about the ring padding? Ya know my boy likes a fast hard ring.n nDon't worry,n laughed Commissioner Green, nthe ring won't have a bit of extra padding. We know as well as you that padding makes a dull, slow fight and that means a loss all arounc.n nFine,H replied Mintz, HI just wanted to check, ya know how some fight clubs get scared and pad up the rings just because a cou- ple of has-beens get killedln Fight night came--a good promotion job, house full--millions in royalties from radio and television. In the third round Mintz's boy went down from a straight right. His head hit, he bowed and hit again--then he lay still. After that it was the old story: fighter rushed unconscious from the ring, emergency operation, condition poor, another operation given to ease the blood clot on the brain--useless. The hospital issued notice of his death to the eager press and public. A good ndealn all around--big money for all. Another bout was coming up the following week on the nfastn padded ring! ' William Mullen PIONEERS ' Oh, the heavens burned fire as we crossed the rolling plain. And the sand of Death Valley seemed to never reel the rain. And the whirling winds turned dust-land into shapeless clouds of gray, But we're goin' to California or we'll drop along the way. We forded large slow waters and we crossed small quick ones too, And we fearlessly invaded the territory of the Sioux, We crossed the buttes, and valleys and left graves along the way-- But we're comin' California, no matter what we pay. Nature's forces, large and awesome, seemed to beat us with their might And the setting of the blistering sun brought the terror of the night. There were innumberable, breaking hardships that plagued us every day. But onward, California, lest we die along the way. r Preston Ripley WAR Out of the smoke and stench of war Are brought many heroic tales of awe, ' pg J' Of men who drove the planes and tanks, ' lc And of hometown boys who fought in the ranks, '45i ,',4 Of the guy next door who didn't come back, Q When he was home he drove a hack. Of American boys, young and strong, Kb They should be home but all are gone. J U John Cashman 25