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sembly programs. The result will be something each week to which Central High School will look forward, something it will like, and some- thing that will make it a better community. Let us have vital assemblies. Training For Peace In a world part of which has already plunged into war, and the rest of which seems to be pre- paring to do the same, it may seem strange to say that a military organization is training for any purpose other than war. Yet the Washing- ton High School Cadet Corps is doing precisely that. It is training boys for peace. Over three hundred Central boys are members of the Cadets, three hundred of several thousand in the corps. These boys are receiving instruc- tion in the fundamentals of military drill. This training is developing in them self-reliance, alert- ness, coordination, obedience to discipline, and other qualities all-important in the struggle that is life today. It is building these boys into fine men and fine citizens. It is making them leaders. Is such a training for war? The boys of the Cadet Corps will be among the leaders of the thought and action of their generation, their train- ing is for citizenship, for living. It is by the clear thinking and straightforward action of hon- est and capable men that peace will be maintained. Building a nation of such men is not the way to war. If, indeed, the time should ever come when they are needed, Central's cadets will be ready. If the time does not come, it will be because of them. The Cadet Corps is training for peace. Time Does Fly N o one needs to be told that time flies. NVe all know that it does, from experience. fRemember that test that sneaked up on you so unexpectedly ?j What may not be so commonly realized is that time may fly in two different ways: it may be a pleasant and profitable flightg or it may be just the contrary. For example, take the case of Albert and Al Ctwo different persons, quitej. Albert managed to have a swell time doing all sorts of things- clubs, cadets, publication work, swimming, dances, all the games-outside his classrooms, at the same time doing his regular work as satisfactorily and expeditiously as could be desired. Boy, he cer- tainly wished he had more time for things! But A1-poor Al, he moped around, drifting from one thing to the next, letting time breeze by, making few real friends and having still less of a happy time of it. To top it all, his teachers just couldn't seem to understand him. Graduation came. Albert glowed in the excite- ment of awards and a class office and any number of welcome things. And then off to college on that big scholarship! And Al-well, not very cheerful, Al started work a week later and didn? live very happily ever after. . Which little tale serves as an excellent illustra- tion of what every good Centralite should be aware of: that since Central High School offers so many opportunities for a good time well spent, it's a downright shame to miss out on them. And if you don't, time will fiy in the right way for you. The Meaning Our Father which art in heaven, Hallowed be Thy name. Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done in earth, as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. And ,forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil: For Thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for ever and ever. Amen. The Lord's Prayer. Each morning we repeat these words, words known to us better, perhaps, than any others. As we say them, as we mutter this prayer with bowed heads, do we feel a strange spirit within us, an indescribable feeling of sad- ness and pity and anger and contemplation, all mixed together? And do we ever sense, as we say those words, the significance of them? For there is a significance. The words of the Lord's Prayer have much more for us than a familiar sound. In a world where every step means a struggle, in a society where men must live together and work together and die together, in a life where happiness is so difficult to find, the Lord's Prayer is something to which we might well devote real thought. When we turn our eyes down, tomorrow morn- ing, and begin once more to say those oft-repeated words, let us remember what they mean to us. Let us be sincere. The Editorsfwill welcome the comment of readers on matters of current interest. Correspondence may be left at The Review office, 311 A or at the main office. Tx: Rrvuw Nl

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'THE I Review Vol.. 53 p .Novemlbe1r, H939 No. ll nfmjlzirfiqiq V JOHN Dreams '40 I y T WAS an autumn. morning. .The air was fresh and cool. The sober trees seemed to drink deeply of it, then to bow gratefully. A man walked lightly alone under the trees. He was about forty-five, his hair was turning gray at the temples 3 and he had that settled look a man gets after years of contented marriage. As he walked, he actually felt a spring in his step. It was a new sensation for himg at least, new to him now. Business, it seemed, had always robbed him of his ease, his peace of mind. Now, though fand he smiled a little wistfully, perhapsj, there was no worry about stocks going up or down, no fear, upon opening the morning paper, of finding some war or revolt or change in government which might send stocks tumbling off their already un- easy perches. Stopping in front of a dingy red-brick building, he considered it for a moment. Then, walking briskly, he mounted the steps leading to the front door, which he entered, and went down a long corridor, passing several doors, opening one, and walking in with an air of familiarity. It was quite a large room, where several men and women were talking in low tones. Over at one end of the room stood a desk with a low railing around itg a middle-aged woman sat there, talking to a young man. As his eyes became accustomed to the change in light, he was greeted by a hearty voice. Fred Spencer! You old horse thief! Surprised, he looked' at the speaker, tall, rather thin, one of those men who look as if they carry liver pills about with them. Eh? What? Bill! Bill, Sumner! Where on earth did you drop from ? Their faces wreathed in smiles, they shook hands eagerly and warmly. Oh, I've been around. Say, how are things going with you? Couldn't be better! It's funny, running into you here, of all people. Times have certainly changed since the old Harvard days, haven't they ? Cha,nged? I'll say! Remember the first time we met? Remember it! I'll never forget it, Fred. It was at the first frat dance of the year. I had just asked4Mary for a dance, when you came barging in andclaimed she'd promised the dance to you. We went out beside the boat house. When you took off your coat, I saw the New Hampshire state seal on your watch fob. Then I found you had lived only two houses down the street from me in Concord. Well, after that, we just couldn't iight. Both smiled, glorious memories flashing back into their minds. And that last year! Remember the boat races on the Charles? And the Yale football game? I yelled 'Rhinehart' so much that afternoon my throat still feels hoarse. Bill added, smiling Tn: Rnvxzw l5l