Norwell High School - Shipbuilder Yearbook (Norwell, MA)

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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!

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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 nJane needed this part,n he started to explain. nShe is not strong but she should by no means fall by the wayside because of that fact. Here she will be able to dance in the corps de ballet and also perform solos. You, my dear, were meant for greater heights. Did you see your name on the program? I searched for my name, Marlo Helvite, but could not find it. Then he pointed at the name Marlo Markova. nBut Jane ---- looks like her,n I stammered. nAh lookl But she does not have a fire burning in her soul that commands creation. This you possessln I put my head down and cried. There was no other name I would treasure more. It was a symbol, a goal of the future. Just then a stage hand came to the top of the stairs and tried to get by. Diaghlev would not move. As the man sputtered, Diaghlev shouted, nSomeday you will be happy to say that you could not get down the stairs because Marlo Markova was sitting on them. Someday you will be proud to say itlu Joan MacFarlane 'SS FATAL JOKE When Bob was shipped to Korea, Judy Carle was left alone to care for her family. She now lavished all her attention and love on five-months-old Susan whom Bob had never even seen. As I sat in their living room baby-sitting, I suddenly felt aware of my responsibility. The baby upstairs, sleeping so peacfully, was Mrs. Carle's sole means of moral support. Only through the child was she able to keep alive ner hope and faith, Becoming drowsy, I picked up the evening paper and began the funnies when a particular headline jumped out at me. Q COLLEGE BOY KILLS BABY-- A good-looking, freckle-faced young man, pretending to be a close relative, entered a house in a Boston Suburb last night. The murderer began a lively conversation with the baby-sitter. They were chatting over a cup of tea when suddenly the visitor grabbed the girl and gagged and bound her. The young man ran upstairs, killed the baby, and left the house. Police have sent out several Search parties in Search of this maniac. Be on B the watch for he is still at large. My stomach began to churn. I just couldn't read further, It was absurd x 6 to be frightened, but just supposing-- Cijiip There was a sharp rap on the door. -an I broke into a cold sweat. The objects in the room became blurred as I forced myself to the door. I opened it. The young man, perhaps a bit older than I had pictured, fitted the description perfectly. nGood evening Miss. Is Mrs. Carle home?N He seemed very disappointed when I told him that she wasn't in. Wwell, I'm an old school friend of Mrs. Carle's. Could I come in and talk with you? I'll be going back to Chicago tomorrow, and I'd just like to hear how Judyvs getting alo ng 0 1 L, Cv Not wishing to alarm him, I invited him into the living room, where we sat down and began to talk. 15 YJ