Leilehua High School - Ka Leilehua Yearbook (Wahiawa, HI)

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Essay FIRST PRIZE l Yoshie Ajifu CURIOSITY Curiosity kills the cat How often we have heard this age-old maxim employed as an admonition by one who is annoyed by the lnquisltlve attitude of another. And yet, how much could the human race have accomplished without this sometimes annoying characteristic? For instance, the many comforts that we enjoy in this modern age would not have been possible, had not the inventors been curious. It ls interest growing out of curiosity that brings progress. In school, as elsewhere, we can see the truth or this statement. Try watching the students during a discussion. People who stifle a yawn, and look completely bored are not likely to go very far ln that particular subject because they simply are not interested. On the other hand, those that seem alive to everything sald and done will do a great deal better than the others because they are interested: therefore they will put out more effort. In our daily lives, too, it is more exhilarating to associate with individuals who are alive with interest. They make you glad you are alive. Persons who are indifferent havle just the opposite effect on one's mind. By this, I do not mean that curiosity ls always appropriate. We all know the effect a gossip has on a person's state of mind. Excessive prying makes one feel like telling her that she would do well to attend to her own affairs. In curiosity, as ln anything else, there ls a definite limit. All one needs ls curlous ln- terest, mixed with a little lnltiatlve and a sense of balance, to enable him to enjoy himself and to make others more appreciative of his company.

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Poems FIRST PRIZE Marjorie Chang WINDS Who is mlghtiest of God's creation? Who brings to earth a dual sensation? Testing the strength of fields and trees, Daring brave sailors on open seas, It's the wind! The strong wind! Then there's the sigh of the gentle breeze Stirrlng to life the birds and bees. Carressing young children who shout with Singing a song of galety, And who creates this sweet sensation? It's the wind, God's gentle creation. HONORABLE MENTION Caroline Wong T0 MY DEAR MOTHER There is no one like mother, To take her place there is no other. glee She works and works from morn, 'til night. To make my days seem happy and bright. She loves her children, one and all, Treats them the same, big or small. So children when you hear her call, Obey her. don't say Yes, and not come at all. Take care of your mother when she is old. Because she's worth a- pot full of gold. If you don't, in the end you'1l realize, That you have lost a valuable prize. L, , 7, , ,A NYM-, l.,,,,,.nY,,? A .

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Ssa HONORABLE MENTION Grace Mikami MY F:IRST EXPERIENCE AT SEA Splash! went the huge rope into the water, and I, for the first time, left the only world I knew-Oahu. Leaving the dock, I was in a new world-my first experience on a steamer. I stood on the deck, viewing Honolulu from the sea and for the flrst time appreciated the beauty of the island. Looking below I saw the roaring waters angered by the spinning propeller. People crowded the deck while the island grew smaller and smaller. It was like belng in a cradle with the exception that it rocked up and. down. The rocking of the boat is the worst ex- perience, people had told me, but it was thrilling to me. When it went up, I felt like going to heaven, and going down seemed like dlvlng. It was dark and very chilly when we neared Molokai. I wrapped myself in a coat and was still on the deck viewing a faint shadow of the island. By this time the fear of my trlp began to overtake me. The continuous repeating of the rocking of the ship got mono- tonous and turned out to be an unpleasant thing. Seasick, that was the result! I was puzzled to see some girls clinging to a lemon, It's a remedy for seasickness. they said. Thlnklng that I must do something quick, I asked for a piece and received a bit of the skin. I held it to my nose, my other hand clutching the rail tightly to keep me from falling. It was near midnight, the cool night alr lashed my face. Far in the dlstance, a faint speck of light was visible. It's Lahaina, said someone. The night was silent except for the heavy nolse of the engine. The ups and downs of the boat seem to have a strange affect on my body: ln other words, I felt like feeding the sharks. Though I struggled around for the plece of lemon, lt was no where in sight, for I must have dropped it. Not desiring to feed the sharks, I stumbled over to a crowded bench and curled myself between a little boy and a man. The boy seemed surprised and made an unpleasant expression. People looked at me with sympathetic eyes, for, I believe, I made the most sickly face. I closed my eyes and tried to forget that I was on a boat. Are you feeling sick? someone said. To my surprise I found a young man with some orange skin in his hand. Inhale the juice of the skin when I squeeze it, said he, lt will do you good. He squeezed the skin in my race, but it not only got into my nose, but also into my eyes, and did it hurt. It seemed quite funny to be crying, but I couldn't have helped lt. He then advised me to rest. Appreclatlng his kindness, I went below. For some time I was awake thinking that I'd never ride a steamer again.