Norwell High School - Shipbuilder Yearbook (Norwell, MA)

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THE BTC CAVE One day while exploring, I came upon a cave. It was of unusual proportions--the like of which I had never seen. Approaching cautiously, I crept to the entrance and peeked inside. I entered very hesitantly. The roof ' 5 ' Nc and sides of this cave were red tinged with white. Stalactites, ff? 14,EgQQ::xNX varying in color from white to light yellow, hung from J:i?IEE?fEfQ the top making a semicircle. I was so interested I pushed ' ' LI' I1 ' in farther. On the floor of the cave a thin covering of U ' 1 ,ixx P red moss prevailed. Stalagmites grew from the bottom. These were the same color as those that hung from the roof: and from what I could gather, they were of the same materials. binding that the cave plunged downward, I -' X was scared to go further, so I went for my friends and equipment. I took them to the structure. When I pointed it out, everyone laughed. Q , f-wi' Mother said, Dear, that is no cave that is someone's mouth.n You see I am a fly and only a.few weeks old. Judy Lawrence '56 THE WATERFALL Lovely, shining, silvery spray, Rushing on through night and day, Never quiet, never still, Plunging down the rocky hill. When I play or while I sleep, Youfre rushing to the ocean deep, But in my dreams I hear you call, Lovely, shining waterfall. Nancy Varner '56 ff fb- X Xb X THE SEAS Joyce Kilmer writes of nTrees.n Joyce Gilmour prefers the HSeas.u I think that I shall never see A thing more lovely than the sea where sea gulls wheel above the crest ,,,, Or, weary, light to take their rest. Will W7 ,I iff! ' ' liz. I figqg3 I ff 7 f 'MZ 1' ' ri-H ' Qc f xx .K X 1 .aff .5 N ..4' The sea that goes out twice a day i?2i25, But leaves her rhythm here to stayg XX vw' jj?iE?iQ3:, The sea that does in morning wear X J .,f! 57,7 353 -I Diamonds and Sunbeams in her hair, c I .2'fZif'?'fE:1f Z4ypg5gg:41l5 H . Upon whose crest the boats do gli e W And sail across the ocean wide. The sea that in a storm can be . 5 The greatest foe of you and me. If X X,4fLr-Z5i,,,L,gNfj4EEZ- Mbrds are made by men like me gif g iii' T !x4j? xl But only God can make a sea. ff- ,d . vgg 13 K I .X APN

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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

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NARRATIVE The deer moved swiftly through the woods. I aimed carefully and fired. This was the first large animal that I had shot during the day. For two and a half hours I had been shooting small game--rabbits, squirrels, and chipmunks. Now I had something worth while. The sun was already falling below the horizon, I packed my camera and started over the miles of woodland ---- toward home. Paul H. Robinson '55 WINGS ON HER FEET I knocked on the door of a room in a large.New York building on Fifth Avenue. From inside the sound of dancing could be heard, but my ears were only filled with the pounding of my heart. nCome in,n said a gruff voice. I entered a room lined with mirrors and bars. Here several girls and boys were working. nChange in there,n was the order I received. The small adjoining room smelled of perspiration and practice clothes were strewn about. Two girls were putting on ballet slippers. One was a brassy blonde who, I later learned, was Helen. The other was Joyce, a small frail girl. who smiled when I entered. f4.f?f IQ! . 1 ' I' In a moment I was back in the studio and started warming up. My dream had U , fy come true. At last I was training with Sergie Diaghlev who was the greatest of ballet instructors. His mother was the immortal Alicia Markova. WTO the center, you, the redhead.n That was my first meeting with Diaghlev. Work, work, and more work followed. If our knees were bent, we could expect a sharp slap. Many days I could hardly walk, my legs were so tired and sore. Often en would visit the studio to audition for a musical or ballet company. Always Jane would be asked to dance. Diaghlev believed no one Jane because of her remarkable would ever equal his mother but favored physical resemblance to the great Markova. One day a man visited the studio and asked for three girls. All were to dance one night, one was to be chosen to join the company. After everyone had auditioned, Helen, Jane, and I were chosen. I was thrilled to the ends of my slippers. However, Helen seemed very confident that she would be picked. For many weeks we rehearsed the parts, and then the night of great expect- ation arrived. We were assembled on stage just before the curtain was'to go up. My mind was a blank. Then as the curtain rose my feet started to dance for some incredible reason. I noticed Helen crowding Jane at every chance. Jane's face was white under her make-up. ' HIS everything all right?n I asked. HI think I hurt mf foot when I fell over some scenery backstage U she answered. HDoes it look all right 3 ?l! I glanced down and saw red splotches of blood on her slipper, but I couldn't tell her that. nIt looks fine,n I replied. At one point in the ballet Helen, Jane, and I had to leap off the stage f behind some scenery. Helen was last, and as she jumped she deliberately tried to hurt Jane. Helen landed on my ankle instead. Just then Diaghlev ran over and dragged Helen away by the hair. When he returned, he asked me to take off my slippers and give them to Jane, as her shoes were covered with blood. This meant that Jane would dance the solo, and I sho ld be out of the ballet altogether. Hy eyes filled with tears, and I stumbled toward the stairs beside Diaghlev. 11+ APM!