Pembroke High School - Mattakeesett Yearbook (Pembroke, MA)

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Let Us C 772 d7 6 e a house to a country. During the course of the Let us use a simile -let us compar school year, a group of boys and girls visited a Town Ha'l. This big two-story house had ju and triumph. , The exact date of the construction 1700. It was a fine house. As time passed .i at one time the Pembroke Post Oth ce was loca Time went on and families moved house and it ran down. The paint dried up an its tenants. Rain, wind, storms, and time i neglect. C And then, one day a family - peopl to rehabilitate the condition of the house prov buildings remained in a state of ruin. Nothi continued. Came the day when a family, a frien new birth. The house was stripped to its very Today this beautiful home stands along with The story of our country and our s of our house. Our country was really born w for itself an honored position. Respected by grew into a beautiful and strong nation. Near destruction of our union seem we worked hard, and we built it up to continue country met and dealt with the challenges to rest of the world. The roaring twenties foster house which sets on Center Street just below our st been renovated. Its history is one of misery fthe house isn't known except that it was around uge gardens were spread around the house, and ted in a little wing of the house. in and out. Many of the people neglected the vanished. For a period of eight years, rats were lf hastened the deterioration begun by man's -4 moved into the house. Their minor attempts d a mere cover-up, The gardens and outside g enduring was done, and the process of decay dly warm family, moved in and gave the house a h other historic homes, a credit to Pembroke. eart, then repaired and restored to the original. ruggle for universal peace is similar to the story en it broke away from England's rule. It gained the rest of the world, our country prospered and ed inevitable when the Civil War broke out. But again to prosper and grow. In World War I our ur ideals. Then came mistakes. We forgot the false ideas of security. Material values seemed d to be all that were worthwhile. Deterioration set in here and there, but we patched these spots and then Pearl Harbor! and our whole country our mistakes. But again we united as one and democracy living and help the world to recover Out of the wreckage and destructi Will we build and restore to the world somethin munity, and to ourselves? -I49 suffered and faltered. We began to see more of went to work in order to keep our own ideals of y. on, we are rebuilding as the house was rebuilt. g beautiful, a credit to our country, to our com- WILLIAM KEY, '52 I

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Features The music in my heart I bore Long aper it was beard no more. Can you, looking into the future, see that these verses may signify the memories of our school days? Can we really believe that these days of laughter and tears will soon be over? These are our days: living in the present, living for things to come, and living for the time when we can look back and cherish our memories. We cried, saddened at the departure of our loved and respected principal, but we were happy for him too. He left to do what he wanted! Can we forget the thrills and excitement of a basketball game, an election or the planning of a dance? The discovery of hidden talent among our class members? All too soon we'll look back and remember when we all crept by the office door to take a peek at our new principal, who has already become our friend. Even yet with Butters within ourselves, do we recall the perplexities which overcame us the day of a test, for we crammed right up to the last minute, and then the waiting in suspense for its outcome! All talk now turns to graduation to which we look forward with feelings of wonder, joy and regret. Wonder at what is to come, joy of class day, graduation and reception, and regret at leaving our friends and good times. I am sure that these memories of our school days will be music in our hearts long after it was heard no more. BARBARA JONES, '51 REMINISCENCES IF YOU LIKE IT If I had the wings of a bird I would soar The weather is perfect for skiing you say? Over the trees to the school house door, It's cold and it's bright and the snow is grade A. To visit again the scenes of old, V Retell the tales so oft been told The landscape is lovely, the air is divine. Of things we did in school years spent, We'll wax up your skiis, but don't touch mine. ,And now long since how much they meant, Recall the pranks of yesteryear You can have your skiing, your skating as well. Of those we loved and held so dear - To me, all these things you just can't sell. Boys and girls who shared our fun - Before we realized our work had begun I, too, love nature, but I must admit, To fit ourselves for the struggle of life, I really don't ski half as well as I sit! And the sorrows and woes of bitter strife. And now if the Lord would but give IO me Of all the winter sports I really admire, The flight and strength of a busy bee, The nicest is sitting at home by the fire! I'd fly straight back to Pembroke shore, EDDIE LEADBETTER, '53 And there I'd stay for evermore! RUTH DONNELL, '55 -l43l

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ff be Noblest een! Mr. Crocker was seated in the sun parlor ofa large mansion in England. He had been ill all the previous winter and was spending his last days with his three sons, Frank, Sydney, and Herbert. When they were there he began to say, My boys, you know I cannot live very long, and so I want you to know what is yours when I am gone. That . . Don't talk about it, father, broke in Sydney, I can't bear it. Neither can I, and so the sooner I get through with what I have to say, the better, Mr. Crocker answered. Now, I don't want any disputes, so I have divided my property as evenly as possible. Our house in London with five thousand pounds will belong to Frank, this house will belong to Sydney with five thousand also, and all of the books I own will go to you, Herbert, as you are so fond of them, with eight thousand pounds. After all three had expressed their gratitude, Mr. Crocker continued, This is not all I want to tell you, my boys. There is a beautiful emerald in my possession which I promise to give to the one who performs the noblest deed within three months. It is the first ofj uly and I will expect you to be back here the first day of October. The next morning when they had all said good-by to their father, they started out, each in a different direction. Three months were passing away. One morning Herbert came home after two months absence. He returned on a black horse and his father was somewhat surprised, but asked no questions. Two days before the appointed time Sydney came home. He looked as if he had been sick. But his father promised not to ask any questions. It was at noon on the first of October when Frank arrived. His father was a sick man now. and he could not even sit up to wait for the arrival ofhis sons. Frank had gone to his father the minute he arrived home, the other two boys came at once, when they heard Sydney had arrived. Mr. Crocker then asked Frank what he thought was the noblest deed he had done, Frank answered, I started to go to Plymouth by sea and come back by land, but when the ship I was on had gone half way, a great storm arose and we were driven off our course. In the middle of the night we heard a scraping sound and the ship stopped. There was one old lady, however, who, in her fright leaped overboard, and would have drowned if I had not saved her. . He then asked Sydney what he had done. I only helped some people that had a fever. What makes you look so white and weak? asked his father. Well I caught the fever myself while I was caring for the others, he answered. Now Herbert, Well, said Herbert slowly, 'i'I wrote a story. It took the whole two months to write it. It won a prize. The horse I rode home on was the prize I won. That is good, but it might have been better, said Mr. Crocker. Sydney, I think you have done the noblest deed and won the prize. Oh, father do you really think I earned it? exclaimed Sydney. How can I repay you? By keeping on doing such noble deeds as you think worthy, answered his father. And Sydney always tried. BARBARA FEE, '53 fl50l