Norwell High School - Shipbuilder Yearbook (Norwell, MA)

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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

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UNTIL THE END It was late in the afternoon when the tide carried us alongp side a large battered pier which extended from the mainland out into the water for nearly three hundred yards. I jumped to the pier and secured the boat. From below I heard the low moan or my shipmate, Jim, and I knew that he needed attention. when I - reached his side, he managed to ask me where we were. That was a good question for I had no idea of our whereabouts. We had started from San Diego determined to live in peaceful quietness on a long pleasure cruise. We had headed up the coast and then motored by water toward Nome, Alaska, but here our luck failed. We ran into numerous storms, which ruined our navi,atlon equipment and wreaked havoc on the boat. After that we had drifted on for days, not knowing where we were. Meanwhile our supplies had become dangerously low. Jim Herrick, my mate, had been hurt during one of the storms and was confined to bed. Bill had been asking me for water since noonday but we had noneg I decided that l might find a spring on this island. As I walked up the beach I saw gun emplacements and tall look- out towers. I advanced further ans could see a runway and some battered hangars. Then I realized that we had drifted upon the remnants of an old naval base. It was laid out similar to one at which I had served in the South Pacific, so I knew about where everything was located. I decided first to go to the hospital to see if there was any medicine left. The building looked in good order from the outside, but in- side it resembled a cyclone's workshop. The medicine bottles were strewn about and broken as if the place housed a bunch of un- chaperoned lunatics. There was a peculiar odor that frightened me. The air was so dense and foul you could cut it with a knife. It smelled almost human, like an Eskimo's armpit. The odor became more Intense, and suddenly, the floorboards in the outer hall be- gan to squeak. I knew something was coming closer. l opened the door and found myself facetn face with an old man, bearded and crazed. After staring in astonishment for three or four seconds, l lit out of the hall with the angered Jap after me. He tripped over the pile of broken bottles which he himself had strewn over the floor, but T kent going and hid around the corner of the door. 1 did not hear the Jap get up, so I peered in the door and saw the madman lying on his back in the mass of broken bottles. 1 watched for some time without any movement, then I crept back into the room. I kicked him over on his stomach and saw that he had severed his spine. I knew then he would never move again. As T headed back toward the boat with the water I looked up and saw the PQEQGQ, yellow alert flag flying over the sands Unaf were once red with the blood or thousands. They could take it down now, for the last enemy had been killed. Tom Peachey GERMIT, THE WORM I know a worm. Vis name is Germit. He lives alone and is quite a hermitg We lives and sleeps in the earth by day, J And in the night comes out to play. We comes out after rain and sleet, And finds a dinner ready to eat. l om Here comes a frlghtfixl Tobin. 5209499000 fermit's days are done--I hear him Sopplng. Qg26L9N The bird just swallowed the little form-- Cermlt won't be seen at dawn. Vilda Panall 26