Norwell High School - Shipbuilder Yearbook (Norwell, MA)

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An Average Driver I consider myself a good driver, In the course of six months, I have only collected eighteen tickets and ten summonses. I have lost mv license once. In most instances the other accidents and have survived fellow was to blame. I have been in six serious without a scratch. They call me nElusive Eileen.n As for people in general, well, my gracious, how some people get their license is far running board, proceeds. Oh, left turn when used, the turn still waving he wishes to The man-driver is always in a hurry, Where's he going? beyond me! Take the average man-driverg with one foot on the good-by to his loved ones, he starts his car and such caution! The averare man driver uses the signal for a make a right turn. If directional lights are is made, then, mind you, the lights are flashed. No one knows. Does he get there? Well, let's just wait and see! As I am writing this I see if he was all right. I name isn't Elusive Eileen am awaiting my turn in court. You see, I lost my go back and the way, my anymoreg now it's Shameful Schindler. license again. Gosh, I only hit one person. I just forgot to was in an awful hurry. Oh, and by Eileen Schindler NORWELL HIGH TEACHERS ..v B18 Date In school we have a teacher, lagfa' -y Hair's in pincurls, L gf? Who is really quite a dameg :Ei Nail Polish chipped. iaQ3f'9-,44 I'm sure we all must know her, f- 1 In Old blue Jeans, X'e, Q N Mrs. Taylor is her name. ':' MY b10US6 is Tipped. -X N N 4 Q . We also have a teacher, 1,54 It'3 39V9n NOW? ,C X Who lets you know who's boss, MY dat9'3 at Sifht- :Ai Look around, you're sure to see Just One h0UP ,f? A handsome chap named Ross. I Can't be late! 'F' I We have a language teacher, Dress 5-S W1 i1'1k10d3 54g Though languages aren't my choice, ?0at 'Ca1'1't find- l 1 In French or Latin, either way, Fraid I'l1'be 19t0n an ' You're sure 1t's Mrs. Joyce. Hope he WOR t mind- Then comes Mr. Thomas, Hurry, hUPTYn all I dO- who really likes to teach. From morning'till the night is through. Both algebra and geometry, Hustler bustle all daY long, His students hear him preach. Here he Comes, good friends, S0 10333 There is a teacher in our midst 1 Who is always on her toes, A ice Cornwell She's Norwell High's commercial teacher Better known as Mrs. Vose. We have a coach named Dixon THE MIGHTY HUNTER Who's always on the beam. ' Because of him this year We have an A'1 team' To the right of me was a grizzly bear, To the left was a lion, but I didn't care. Kathleen Day I just kept on hunting. T'was then that I saw A ferocious tiger with wide open jaw. I paid no attention, but continued my search, fff While a monkey sat chattering high on his perch. 122, Just then an elephant gave way with a bellow. jjii My companion was frightened-he's a meek sort of fellow. I still kept on hunting without the least bit of fright, when something hissed with all its might. There lay some snakes. How many? A few. For you see, I was hunting down at the zoo. Jean Donovan 27

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Until The End The sun shone with intense brilliance upon the two weary travelers. It had been a week since they had last seen another human face. Escape was hard even for the toughest of men. It seemed longer than those few short days since they had left their coastal hideout and had gone elephant hunting to relieve the con- stant monotony of fear. After being surprised by a family of albino gorillas, they had been separated from their guides and gun bearers. Neither Dan Bradey nor Phil Darnell were frightened of the giant animals but the natives who considered the apes as sacred gods were crazed with fear. The blackmen believed that those who looked upon a white gorilla were doomed. The region surrounding Lake Victoria in French West Africa is swampy, full of insects, disease, and man-killing beasts. without the gufdes it became impossible to find the trail home. The damp moss-covered ground was soft to their footsteps and the bushy vine-entangled undergrowth was almost inpenetrable. Hidden beds of quicksand awaited a careless step. The sun shone warm in the day but the nights brought cold and dampness. Being lost in this paradise of beasts, together with these unbearable condi- tions, weakened and depressed these hardened gangsters into a state where fear was the only force which drove them forward. The men came upon a large river and fol- lowed it for several miles. The jungle was less dense toward the south. Three days later they reached drier land. nere the trees were not so tall and the thin undergrowth took on a brownish color. As the couple moved forward, the only vegetation was the thorn cactus and the dry witch grass. They welcomed the chance to cut open a cactus and fill their canteens for the last time. The sun had shone unceasingly fourteen hours a day for the last week. Bradey and Darnell both became sick from the heat and nearly blind from the intense rays. Theirbodies felt scorched from the desert heat and watery blisters rose from the uncovered skin on their backs and brokeg the salty contents running into the jungle inflicted wounds, bringing more torture. The wind-flung sand stung these open sores. The men's tongues were swollen. Sand gritted between the teeth. Their eyes retracted into the sockets. As they struggled farther, the barren waste was devoid of all vegetation, even the tough cacti. Bradey, being a greedy man, had already emptied his canteen and now eyed the half-filled flask hanging from Darnell's neck. The constant sloshing of the water as Darnell walked made Bradey more eager. The flask was the only means of prolonging this misery, which must eventually end in death, but any animal, no matter how primitive his brain, will cling to any source of existence to its dying breath. So it was with this wretched man. This was one time in the lives of both men when money and blazing guns would do them no good. Bradey was intent on seizing the remaining water in any way possible. He made up his mind to kill Darnell. Following in the trail behind Darnell, Bradey pulled his sidearm from its holster and leveled the gun at Darnell's back. The gun barked and Darnell lurched forward on his face. He quivered spasmodically and then lay still. Bradey stood back and watched death. Bradey then rushed forward and rolled the body over in time to see the last few drops of water trickle from the pierced container. Down on his knees, Bradey clutched at the moistened sand as the vultures circled lower. Tom Peachey Roses are yellowg Violets are white. You think I am wrong, But I really am right. Bryan Reed 26

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