Rockland High School - Cauldron Yearbook (Rockland, ME)

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1' 1 hitnrial 6 O O O 533525135 P9 5353535125345 FPQKFVQKPCQKKQKPC WWWQK gltiikiiii OUR SHARE lt is evident that many changes have taken place in the school this year. New courses have been added, schedules revised, and extra classes such as Home Nurs- ing and the Staff Assistance Corps have been taught. To increase physical fitness, gymnastics for all has been introduced, and a course in military training is open to all boys who desire it. These new courses have not been added without a defi- nite purpose in mind. They are put in for our own benefit and we should eagerly seize the opportunities offered by them. The courses supply fundamental training for boys who will eventually enter the armed forces and for girls who plan to become nurses, civil service workers, or operators in war industries. It is part of our duty to our country to develop what skills we may have to the highest de- gree, and in so doing, be more valuable in this tight for freedom. With all this activity around us, must we constantly be reminded that there is a war on and that we should all do our part? If others, many our friends and relatives, are giving their entire time and even their lives, doesn't it seem that we should back them up in all the ways we can? Throughout the year the school has had various campaigns to raise funds for such worthy causes as the Red Cross, and we have done well in them. ls it be- cause we were always prodded on and the facts continually placed before us to ponder over? Do you honestly believe the school would have done as well as it did if these campaigns had been left up to each of us individually? No, of course not. Most of us would merely have let the matter slip completely out of our minds. If we all did that, what kind of country would we have? Certainly not the kind we now enjoy. Simply because we can buy W'ar Stamps every week and there is no definite quota to make or no one to give us pep talks every day, we should not let up on our buying of these Stamps for one single week. lt is our duty to help our country win this war. We must keep this fact foremost in our minds, never letting it slip away from us. By doing what we can, we are not only helping our country, but we are helping ourselves to be rid of the menace which confronts our liberty and freedom. Buying War Stamps regularly is only one of the many ways in which we can help, but it is one of the most important and urgent of them all. Without our support and the support of everyone like us, our cause would be lost. So let's keep awake and remember that whatever we expect to have in the future we must expect to give. ourselves-today.

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Q . . Liitvrttrg . . WRKEEIHWFWWEFWFWFEWWFWFWFWRW ?iP9?El7'lF9?i?93KF9?il kiddie Hiflfiifiiflffifftkiifffgxfjiifisdkiifikf Skis iiilrfliilriiiikciii SPOT'S SECRET' As darkness swiftly settled over the little town of Riverdale, a small figure could be seen trudging along the outskirts of the village. It was a small boy about twelve years old, slight of stature, with sandy-colored hair and blue eyes, Looking at his face, one would think him to be older than twelve, for there was a serious light in his blue eyes which showed plainly when he was not smiling, or deep in thought. On this October evening he seemed very thoughtful as he walked along. I wish I had Spot with me, he murmured to himself. I'm not scared, but . . . well, anyway l'm not very scared, and if Spot was with me I wouldn't be at all. You see. Spot was his dog. Spot usually followed him wherever he went, but not tonight. That had been one of the rules. He must go alone. Yes, if he was going to be a member of the Detective Club he must be brave and fearless. They had given him the instructions. He was to leave his house and walk to the deserted farmhouse two miles from Riverdale. The boys in the club would meet him there and continue the initiation. This may not sound as if it would take much courage, but to get to this farmhouse he had to take an unused road through an old cemetery and through a quarter of a mile of woods. Since moving to Riverdale he had gone past the cemetery a few times, but never at night. Oh, for gosh sakes, he said to himself, 'Tm not afraid. Nothing could hurt me out here. Anyone would think I expected to meet a ghost or something. Then gaining new courage he quickened his pace and exclaimed aloud with great zest, I'll show 'em that I'm not afraid! I'll saunter into the club house and say hello to them just as if I were in a habit of coming through here every night. Then I guess joe Martin won't say that all fellows from the city are even afraid of their own shadows. As he reached the cemetery he stopped a moment, drew a deep breath and pro- ceeded on his way, whistling a cheerful tune. Yet in spite of his outward calmness his heart was beating much faster than usual. Gosh, but it's dark tonight. he stammered, and those grave stones sure look spooky. As he passed the last stone he breathed a deep sigh. Soon the road wound its way through the small woods. The trees were tall and the way seemed dark and lonesome. Some old dry leaves had fallen in the road, and as the small boy scuffed along, the leaves crackling under his feet made a very loud noise. But, was he