Norwell High School - Shipbuilder Yearbook (Norwell, MA)

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last illamii e tmnmt. We, the Seniors of the High School of Norwell, County of Plymouth, and State of Massachusetts, being of almost legal age and sound mind and memory, do make, do publish, and do declare this our Last Will and Testament, hereby revoking and annulling any and all Will or.Wi1ls by us made heretofore: Item I: We direct that all our back dues and present graduating expenses be paid by future Senior treasuries as soon as possible after our graduation. Item II: To our beloved successors, the present Juniors, we do will and bequeath a hall monitor who will discreetly overlook various disturbances in the lavs. By our direction, this service will be rendered free of charge. Item III: To the terrible three, namely Jim Brown, Paul W. Robinson, and Billy Cobb, we do will and bequeath our special formilas written on the subject, nHow to date new girls, and still keep old girlfriends on the string.n This edition comes with a list of telephone numbers within a ten mile radius of Norwell. Item IV: To the girls of the Junior Class, we do will and bequeath a new succession of all male teachers, as the Senior girls believe that male teachers have a better effect on female students. Invested in this will is a provision that these men shall be handsome, and.good-natured. These bundles from Bridgewater will also be broad- minded during marking periods. Item V: To the Sophomore Class, next year's Juniors, we leave our well-worn rules and plans for antagonizing Seniors. Said rules follow thusly: A. Steal Seniors' books, pencils, and boyfriends. This probably is the worst crime you could commit against a Senior, as they hate being outdone by lowerclassmen. B. Cut in front of them in the lunch line. If said Seniors do not have you out of a third story window for such an offense, you will get a big kick out of watching their faces turning slowly from orange to deep purple. C. Criticize the way the boys wear their clothes, tell the girls that their haircuts are strictly for the birds. If you succeed in oeing completely obnoxious to them, they will never blackjack you into buying tickets for their various dances and entertainments. Item VI: To the Sophomores of '55, we do will and bequeath our talent for always sponsoring successful dances. This is a very valuable asset as you will find when you discover you won't have enough money to graduate. Item VII: All the rest and residue of our estate and property of any kind ani property whatsoever, we bequeath to the Freshmen. For no explainable reason, these scraps always seem to go to the Freshmen, and they contain these items. l. A manual entitled, HHow to say, 'No'.u This is,a great help when upperclassmen try to persuade you to run their errands. 2. We leave you our surplus confidence and self-reliance, you will now be able to face your first day as Freshmen without melting away in fright. 3. Last of all, we bequeath you Bryan Reed. We commit this act of generosity for no particular reason except that we don't want him. Anyway, bryan has a preference for Freshmen. Item VIII: To all members of the Faculty, we do bequeath renewed patience and determination with which to face the long, fruitless years ahead. We also leave you the guarantee that there will never be another class equal to ours in Norwell High School. Item IX: We nominate and appoint our beloved counselor, friend and advisor, Mrs. Vose, of Room 6, Executrix of this our Last Will and Testament, to serve without bond. In witness whereof we have hereunto set our hands to this our hast will and Testament, 'HK For the Class of l95h Norwell, Massachusetts g gg , this sefenth -- day of June , a.U. l95Qg r resides at . Kr' g L g g g resides at X 10

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O 45 HJ CJ 'X gb I5 mes' 1 Fiif, :J l 5 M ,W 4 5. r 'J is IES U i 6 ggi'-9 9 WWe'll do the best we can,N Red thought as he rode his horse-into the starting stall and the door slammed shut behind him. The horses were tense and dripping with sweat, the jockeys, gripping their bats, were trying to quiet the excited animals. ClangL--- There was a roar from the crowd that echoed throughout the stands, and shrill cries sounded from.the jockeys as the horses, on atomic powered legs, sprdbg from the gate and thundered down the track. Red Pollard was no longer nervous. This was his business! II The crowd had gone, leaving all the debris behind them. Grooms were laughing and joking as they walked horses. steaming hot from tne races. L rather stout man in a dark gray suit walked briskly down the stable floor. He stopped, unlatched a dbor, and walked into a stall. He found, not to his surprise, a littlegsandy-haired man. He laid his hand on Pollard's thin shoulder, 'You and the Biscuit ran a fine race. I knew you could do it,H The little jockey smiled, 'When we came around the far turn, I asked him and he gave me all he had.H Seabiscuit, one of the greatest race horses of all time, raised his head and gave Red'Pollard'a playful shove. Laura Cunningham '57 AN AGE OLD DISPUTE Electric trains are great little toys, Intensely enjoyed by Dad and the boys. But wouldn't it be nice if boys could play With these novel gadgets--alone all day? . we could in so much more fun engage If Dad would only act his age! Since these toys hold fascination, O ,O ji ,A 011' at 9 . a 0- Qs I f O 43. ,, an el-. ' ,E exp 'P :iii ' 5? ,,E:i5y Is there more need for explanation? cf 55ag,4 dw ,jE?6i2EV But of course, the real fun was had M By good old nSecond Childhoodn Dad! David Knight '56 A GEOMETRY BOOK This is Norwell High School. All around are students...Dum Da Dum Dum! It's 8:20 a.m.g the first class bell has just rung. My name is Plane Geometry, I'm a geometry book. My job is to help my students learn postulates and theorems. All I want to teach them is the facts. That's all I want-the facts. Some of my experiences through an ordinary day, I shall now enumerate. The long struggle starts when I am being pushed around in a desk. At last I am found and piled up with the rest of my colleagues: World History, Latin, English, and French. Slowly we trudge up the stairs. Wow! That cute Freshman Algebra book just passed. -We have just been thrown into a locker. Harkl. I hear a ' whimpering noise. Just as I thought a young library book that is not used to this rough treatment. A tear rolls down my cover as I remember my weeks in this sweatbox. s first few test. Now Oh, there's my skill goes to Jane, that's the over now. Aoohl this attack I am hours, a light...time for Geometry II. Today there is a work. Thank goodness I can see between the pages. UHey1 No, the test is recover from wrong axiomlu Gosh, she can't hear me. Ch well, A ruler was just stabbed into my pages. After I tossed back into my desk. I shall stay here for about three I am now taken out into the fresh air and then to the' school bus. Help! I was just tossed at a junior in the back of the bus. Now a few words are being said by the bus driver and I am handed to my mistress. It is hgoo p.m.. Since I arrived in the house nothing has happened to me. Last-night the assigned homework was done-a most unusual occurrence. The results?' It was all wrong! Dum Da Dum Dum! ' Marcia Merritt '55 12 I affix! 1093, .qgigggii X ? I ts