Falmouth High School - Crest Yearbook (Falmouth, ME)

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I:'l'-IE PANTS Pants! Pantsl Pantsl not a skirt in the group Where are the girls? Oh, they are still there only they converted from skirts to slacks. What has happened to the feminine sex? That is the question every male is asking. The feminine selves in an er sex could continue the Schools farce? You bet! having nslack troublen should sex are evidently trying to rejuvenate themr outlandish sort of way. If some of the fair- see themselves as others see them, would they install a few full length mirrors at strategic points around the build- ing. Or better still if the boys wished a quick retreat they might model the latest creation in girls skirts. Yes, the girls definitely have one good argument for wearing slacks--the conserving of silk stockings, but the girls could wear skirts minus silk stockings with lt. If the girls want to go completely not abolish all make-up and the other marks accept nHarvard haircuts' as a standard hair h Bit if you wish to win the admiration and get away masculine why of femininity do. of the males act like girls, instead of tomboys in creased pantaloons. ENEQWJTI raw we Q -V ' I 'flll M. Bates '45

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NATIONAL DEFENSE How many times have you heard this phrase uI'm doing my part, Ilm buying war bonds, and stamps, and I am in Civilian Defense, what more can I do?n You can do much more Mr. and Mrs. America, there is something else much more precious, national morale, If it is low the defense units are greatly lessened. One of the best ways to keep up moral is to keep cFeerful. Instead of grumbling over every little thing, and complaining about everything the government is doing that you dislike or is unusual --Why not keep quiet. Or better yet praise the government for the good job it is doing. Many of us are complaining that we are losing many of our rights as American citizens and we are drifting towards distatorship, but this is just propaganda. Certainly we have many restrictions now, but these are necessary in an all out war such as we are fighting. Many of us are unknowingly giving invaluable aid to the enemy by spreading rumors of scandal in the govern- mentg military and naval defeats, unpreparedness of our fighting forces, and many other things equally disasterous to national morale. Let's really got behind the government, buying war bonds and stamps is a swell idea but not enough so lets NKeep Them Flying, and Keep Smi1ing.N BLACKOUT Blackout, blackout! it was screamed by sirens, moaned by bells, and shouted by noisy horns. The Portland area grew dimmer by seconds, until in a few minutes one could hardly recognize any particular building. All this oc- cured on April 24, 1942 between 9:50 and 9:50 P.M. o'c1ock Portland and its adjacent towns were witnessing then their first official blackout. To most people the warning signal was a cue for them to immediately assemble blackout curtains, blankets or boards over all windows in rooms whore light was to be seen. They stayed in these rooms for the duration,--twen- ty minutes. A few people preferred to take the whole affair as a joke, and left their lights on as usual. These folks were greatly astonished and somewhat ashamed when their Air Raid Warden or policeman demanded their lights out. The houses went black immediately. It is hoped by authorities that if necessity should require more blackouts that all past slackers will have waked up. It seems to me that a twenty minute or even an all night electrical blackout is a fairly small thing con- pared to a permanent spiritual, political, and social 'blackout. Such a blackness would follow the defeat of this country. Let's do our part while there is still time

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N! --T XE all -I 'ly lla ! Johnny's First Date Mom,--Mommy, she's promised to go to the prom with meil Little Johnny burst madly into the kitchen to break the news to his young mother. She listens excitedly while he babbles on about Joan, and how he, aged fifteen has managed to wrangle his first date. Johnny's brother Bobby, who is two years his senior, bangs on the bathroom door. NHey, will you hurry up? I've'got to have my shower too.n uOh, Bob, have a heart, your only going to a show, and besides you won't have to leave till after I do. I've only been here for half an hour.n Poor Johnny emer es in a few moments, and heads frantically for the bedroom, where his mother has laid out his first formal wardrobe. It is now nearly six, and while dressing he drops his collar pin behind his bureau. In retreiving that, the third button on his shirt decides to pop off. Now our poor little boy dashes pell-mell down the stairs, where he knows there is someone to fix it. The grandfather clock in the corner shows all too plainly that it is 6:55, when Johnny again emerges, this time fully dressed, from his room. The gardenias have arrived, he picks them up nervously, kissed his mother, and heads for.the garage. Joan Ralston, lives on Hill Crest Avenue, which is about two miles from Johnny's house. He drives rather slowly, as he approaches her home, but as he prepares to drive in, his courage leaves him, and he circles the block in the hope that it will return. Never in his young life has he been so excited, and never so nervous, yet he grits his teeth and h ads the car into the drive- way. He steps from the car, heads for the front door, and timidly rings the bell. In the second before she greets him, he glances at his watch. It is 7:14, and with a sigh of relief he realizes that at least he is on time 0 Our beautiful Joan now opens the door, poised and self confident. As they descend the steps together Johnny siiles and wonders how she has managed to remain as unruffled as she has at a time like this. B. idler '45 59 Ve il , 4441- , L. .