West Bridgewater High School - Climber Yearbook (West Bridgewater, MA)

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How about me? Well, fortunately, my pipe was a lemon. When it was made, the manufacturer had evidently neglected to connect the hole in the stem with the bowl— with the result that the pipe would not draw; therefore I was not made sick. To this day, if I want to be particularly obnoxious to my two friends, I just remark, Ain ' t it the truth? Some can and some can ' t. — Arthur Nelson, ' 36. DADDY ' S LETTER A little boy about four years of age toddled into the room in which his mother sat. Approaching, he asked, What mum doin ' ? I am writing a letter, my dear, replied the mother, looking up from her work. Can I write letter, too, mummy? No, dear. Please go into the kitchen to your sister. Mother is very busy. Oh, mum. I want to write a letter to daddy. If I send it, will God give it to daddy? asked the child. With tears in her eyes, the mother took a stamp from the table. Kissing the child ' s forehead, she placed the stamp upon it, and said, Now, you are daddy ' s precious letter. Really, mummy, really? exclaimed the child. Yes, my dear. Now run along, daddy ' s precious letter. The excited child ran off to find his sister. To her he said, Look, Mary, — I am daddy ' s letter. As she did not look, he walked out-of-doors to tell some- one else. Down the street he wandered until he arrived at the post-office. He advanced to the stamp window, and, standing on tip-toe, addressed the postmaster. I am daddy ' s letter. I want to be sent. My daddy lives with God. The postmaster looked at the child who stood gazing up at him. A perfect angel he seemed — golden haired, blue eyed, rosy white complexioned - — and, on his white forehead, a stamp. Smiling, he answered, Well, well, you want to be sent to your daddy! I am afraid you are too large a letter. Can ' t you send me to my daddy? asked the protesting child. No, sonny, I am very sorry but I can ' t, an- swered the postmaster. The little yellow head slowly drooped. Turning toward the door, the child said, All right — then I will go to some other postman who will send me, — and as quickly as he had come, the blue and gold disappeared. The postmaster sat down with the image of the child still lingering upon his mind. A moment later he heard shouts and shrieks. Rushing to the door, he saw, disappearing around the next corner, a pair of runaway horses. Then, suddenly, a pitiful sight met his eyes. In the center of the street through which the horses has just rushed, lay a still form of blue and gold. Daddy ' s letter was on its way. — Cornelia Micha- lowski, ' 38. ANTHONY ADVERSE Have you read ' Anthony Adverse ' ? Yes, I always make it a point to read the best books of the year. Well, then, do tell me what happens to him after he leaves the convent. Well — er, — ah, — oh, he just ah — er — oh, yes, he dies in the end. Oh, I know how it ends! I always read the last chapter first; then I can see what bearing certain events in the first chapter have upon the story. Anthony Adverse is certainly a much discussed book — one which every up-to-date individual feels that he really should read. Truly, it is a worthwhile book, but it has one distinct drawback — its size — for it contains exactly one thousand, two hundred and forty-four pages. Verily I say unto you that I firmly believe that of all the people who have obtained the book from public or private libraries, or even of those who have purchased a copy for the grand sum of three and one-half dollars, ninety-nine percent have read only the first and last chapters — even as I. — Priscilla Lovering, ' 36. yHONoiH High Honors C. Rubin, E. Peterson Honors Seniors— N. Gillespie, B. Pope, E. Porter, R. Tuck. Juniors— V. Baxter, B. Bruce, R. Chadwiek, P. Lovering, C. Morse, A. Phillips. Sophomores — W. Ballsdon, M. DiGiano, N. Hurley, M. Nelson. Freshmen — N. Crossman, B. Mansfield, P. Peter- son. JUSTICE Justice is one of the masculine virtues. If a man is square he is true not only to himself and his friends, but even to his enemies. It takes a really big man to give fair play, even-handed justice, be- tween some fine fellow whom he loves and another fellow who is not so fine and whom he does not love — yet the world is full of men who do it. Pre- judice is a most difficult obstacle in the road of any man who is trying to keep his relations with other men square. Reasonableness is the lubrication of life, and is a Virtue that appeals to men when found in other men. It throws a clear light on many diffi- culties, sets things in their true proportions and shows how small the small things really are. Our Advertisers J p Will Appreciate Your Patronage

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fly a kite! Did the teachers have to write when they were kids? I wish this were the genii and magic — boy! Here comes Mrs. Nabor to basketball game was corking last nigh). I ' d I know what Amy ' s going to wear to the dance. 11 oh yeah, Hal, you look ' swellagent ' with your hair plastered down, but may I ask what you Used on it? Sis ' perfume? Whoo! This is rich! By the way, who ' s the new girl friend? Say, — am I supposed to be writing or not? Not? — Correct! ' Silly Sue and .Jolly Joe are in deep conversation when a sinister shadow, lurking in the background ' — aw heck! Sis has left the radio going, Tim is talking to himself — no, maybe to me about x, y, and z, Dan is whistling, ma is singing and I ' m going crazy! Here comes the gang to go skating, but I ' ve got to get this done — wow! No I don ' t! Where are my skates? Yes. I ' m coming! Whew! What a narrow escape! Oh no, nothing at all, nothing at all, — only did you perceive with your observing eyes my sister-in-law with her tribe of Indians entering as 1 left? C ' mon, I ' ll race you to the pond! — Maybelle Nelson, ' 37. MY VISIT TO THE STATE POLICE (Written for Civics Class) Five bashful girls went slowly up the driveway leading to the West Bridgewater barracks of the State Police, walked into the office, and asked to be shown around. Sergeant Rapport immediately received us with great hospitality. He led us first into the teletype room where we were met by Officer Ripley. The teletype room is a small one containing three fairly large machines: one for receiving State House messages only; the others for receiving messages from, and sending them to. sub-stations. The keys on these machines, somewhat like those of a type- writer, are used to send messages. The upper part of the machine has, within, keys which strike against the rolls of paper in that part of the machine. Records of all the messages are kept in huge file . Officer Riley showed us how a message was sent to the other barracks and to cruising cars. He picked up the mike, so to speak, and repeated these words: W. P. E. L. testing. W. P. E. L. test- ing. W. P. E. L. signing off at 2:22. W. P. E. L. signing off at 2:22. He told us that it is necessary to repeat each sentence twice in order that all cars and sub-stations may get the message correctly. We were then shown a board which is hung upon the wall. The board, about four feet by six. is divided into several columns in which is placed such informa- tion as the personnel of the barracks, the duties of the officers, their vacations. — everything, in short, in order that the officer in charge may know the where- abouts of each man at any time. After viewing this chart, we journeyed through the clean kitchen to the filing room, where we saw- several files bearing the records of all the arrests made in recent years. Each card in the file con- tains the offender ' s name, the date, the reason (briefly , and the name of the officer who made the arrest. and have then When the i olor of theii unifoi - of the local poHc ng much pi;, to them. Each man bai two unil Upon I highv.. affic, attend n val oi many oi elL The requirements which must be met b for the patrol are very exacting: a man must be twenty-one. somewhere near one hundred and fifty pounds in weight, and five feet four inches in height, before he takes the physical exai tion. If he passes that, he is given a menu He must train for three months in a tx camp, after which he is placed on probation ; for three months. If a man is tough eno ..• this, he becomes a full-fledged State Policeman. We girls enjoyed our visit to the bar the State Police, and I am sure we now unri : their work better. — Barbara Mansfield, ' 38. SOME CAN AND SOME CANT! Last summer I spent a memorable tv camping out at Wild Harbor. North Falmouth. My camp mates were Bob Anderson, six fee- all bone and muscle, and Don Snow, a sir.- of excess baggage. Any one of us could pass a radio education test with a mark of one hundred percent. : Girls, if you i poor fish ) would land Clark Gable gasping at your feet — ' Eat yeast for breakfast — Use Lifebuoy soap, because your best friend won ' t tell you ' — ' See your dentist twice a year. ' would you like General Johnson ' s job? Nothing could be simpler! ' Learn to play the saxophone in six easy lessons ' — ' Get a lift with a cigar ' Drink Maxwell House coffee ' Get a lift with a Camel has an appeal all its own. and every male and ninety-four percent females of our age and generation fall for it with- out a thought of tomorrow. Old Man Depression plus a bankrupt employer had left us without much money, but not without good old Mother Invention. Bonehead Bo; gested that we get our lift with a pipe. We ambled over to Silver Beach and invested quite heavily in smoking paraphernalia, then hurried back to camp to try the lift. Dill ' s Best may be good tobacco, but ; prove it by me. Bob and Don worked on the principle that if a little was good for a lift, a lot would put them in Guy Post ' s class. — Well. it have been my cooking, it may have been the - and it may have been the heaving of the - that was the cause of it all. Supper was not very well patronized. Bob made - and rather rapid visit to the beach, swift, in spite of the handicap getting into the woods.

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, .,$ j PorvLs ' v ' . ' ' )■■ MY GARDEN Life is a garden planted « it h eed Each act, a flower; each leaf, a deed Love is the bright spot; faith grows beside it. Hope is II ' golden key; charity finds it. —P. I).. ' 37. THE LONELY RIVER Little river, lonely river, Make your way out to the sea; Can ' t you hear it gently calling — Calling softly just for thee. Little river, lonely river, As a small blue sheet you go. Do you see me standing, waiting, Watching you as on you flow? Little river, lonely river, Let me join you on your way As you ripple ever onward — Take me, river, please, I pray. HE DIDN ' T KNOW He cleared his throat and fixed his tie; He looked the teacher in the eye — What was the question, teacher dear? Somebody moved — I didn ' t hear. — Oh, yes, I see. Now let me think — It was a case of swim or sink! He couldn ' t think — or he ' d forgotten — His recitation? It was rotten! — L. J. THE HURRY UP MOTORIST He reached the garage and hurled open the door; Then he tripped on the sill and fell to the floor. He picked himself up and got into the car. Settled back in the seat, and lit a cigar. He started the car in the usual mode. And took both garage doors with him to the road. He drove up the street in a terrific tear . Missing two trucks by the width of a hair. He passed three policemen as onward he sped. Not heeding four stop lights of most brilliant red. As he traveled ninety per through the main street, A mean blow-out bounced him right out of his seat. With a resounding crash his car hit a tree — He ' s now doing nicely in ward twenty-three. The tree and the car and the motorist, too, Have asked me to pass on this story to you. Why? — so that you ' ll take care. Aide olde I booh I i m i to man. Th - I • him twenty years. The • book is a series of claj a pockel notebool . ea b em • which had to be chi] ing from a period I •• fore Christ, the book ie part of the n little-known Hittite Empire, and explain. bJtl baffling mysteries of ancient civilization. The tfl were dug up in the ruins of the Hittite capita Angora. Turkey, with other letters and documents, all inscribed on sunbaked day and Bled away jtut as a modern business firm keeps its records. The writing was done while the clay was soft. When a tablet was to be sent any distance powder was sprinkli the text and the tablet wrapped envelope. The powder prevented sticking, and the recipient broke off the clay wrapper with a thin chisel. The text, as Dr. Lutz found it under the clay en- velopes, was in the cuneiform or dartlike characters oi ancient writings. • • The habit of snuff taking by women is growing rapidly in England, not only among the poor and middle classes, but in society, too. A prominent sni ' ff manufacturer says 65 per cent of the snuff T is bought by women. It is most prevalent among the cotton workers in Lancashire mills, and girlf women can be seen handing their snuff other for a pinch, which they find is a me,-, clearing their nostrils from fluff that ;-. bend over their work. With society women it is dif- ferent, for they take it secretly. They never admit the habit, but there is a widespread demand for boxes, which are carried in the same vanity bag as the powder puff and lip stick. Bells are among the most ancier. r producers known to man The Smithsonian I tion has just issued a handbook on musical instru- ments, prepared by Miss Florence Pen-more, in which we are told that all musical instruments, varied and highly developed as they are. can be reduced to four simple classifications. They include sonorous instru- ments, such as gongs, bells and rattles: wind ments, beginning with the flute and ending with the fearsome saxophone: stringed instruments, ranging from the banjo to the piano: and vibrating mem- branes, including drums, tambourines, and throat horns. The Library of Congress at Washington. D. C- contains more than 3.420.000 books a: besides maps, pieces of music, photograpb - numbering about 2.000.000. It is by far the library in the western hemisphere, and | world. We have no reoes - - available at presen„ outside the United S