Massachusetts College of Liberal Arts - Mohawk Yearbook (North Adams, MA)

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jay pd-ein THE WAY OF THE FUTURE HE DARKNESS of night held in its possession A few courageous men, suffering from loneliness and hunger. They crouched in a hole of dirt, watching, waiting, just one ray of light shone in every man's eyes-hope, Clinging to hope faithfully with their hearts, Grasping their guns rigidly with aching hands. Suddenly the long awaited dawn appeared, For a second-peace-only to be broken: The roar of enemy guns, the spitting of rockets, The clashing of bayonets and the thunder of bombs Controlled the once calm and peaceful land .... Then silence, no life .... Slowly the smoke ascended to blend with the clouds of morning, Once again tranquillity prevailed over all, Rays of heavenly light shone on the now bloody, death ridden battlefield, But each man rose from his filthy grave To walk on the pathway of light To eternity. A change of scene, another land. The nocturnal blackness is concealed by the glow of gay lights from night clubs, theatres, stores and homes, Some people eating, drinking, carousing, Others, the armchair diplomats, complaining about the sacrifices of war, Enemies lurk here also: greed, selfishness and impiety, With their devilish influences corrupting the morals of man. 22

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Glad Sang TRIBUTE Air: Sweetheart of Szgmfz Cb: 1 In her time-hallowed halls She enfolded you When the days were all gold and blue Yet though skies be gray As you wend your way, She will be ever true. 2 The breezes will sigh As they bid you good-bye And whisper Come back to And in all your dreams She'll be with you it seems, Alma Mater, fair S.T.C. ID

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No bombs or guns to destroy these passions That dominate the lives of men on the home front, In their actions no vestige of comprehension is seen. Those men on that battlefield lying cold and dead Have been unjustly forgotten, and erased From the deliberations of the self-centered individuals. How fortunate those men were to die quick, valiant, destined deaths. They were not selfish, they were not impious, they were not avaricious: While we at home lapse into languid, cruel and mental deaths. Our minds are content with egotistical meditations, Thoughts which shade the pangs of reality. Our very lives are being blunted by these evil passions, How ignorant we are, how unaware, how wrong! All of us must awaken to the use of our great weapons,- No, not guns or bombs, but the power that lies in learning, Whereby our lives from childhood to man will be enriched with wisdom and virtue, Thus we may lessen the self-complacency of society today. Let us drink from the deep, rich cup of knowledge, Then only may we fill our hearts and minds with the humble under- standing, a sympathy with all men, And stand behind, not in front of, the men who have sacrificed their lives That we at home may make our selves free and victorious. Martha jane Mf1cAcfoo '44 23