Grand Rapids High School - Pirate Yearbook (Grand Rapids, OH)

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as a loudspeaker diaphragm actually talked. These are but a few of science's new miracles, more will come. Not all of our efforts should be spent in getting aheadecientificallyz We must try to get ahead politically, to gain a better understanding of other ways of life, and to give people of other countries a better understanding of OUP way of life. One of the hopes of peace of the world is the UNO. We should do our part to make it succeed and it will take hard work to do our part. Another thing we must fight is the unedemocratic wry of life. ' what has happened in Germany and Russia could happen here. You may think that this has nothing to do with the new age, but if we do not stop it, it will lead us on the path to war, and we will not receive the peacetime benefits of the Atomic Age, but the wartime horrors. This path leads to the totalitarian government and the lust for power and the greed that starts wars. , If we are to progress to the new age scientifically and politically we must also progress mentally. We must think of our country and our neighbors not of ourselves. We must try to free the country from racial and religious intolerance. we must think not so much of money and profit, but of freedom and liberty. If we advance as far mentally as we do in other ways, we shall have peace and cooperation among countries and we shall reap the benefits of the new era. - Jack Katon

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1: Toni t we, the 60th graduating class of Grand Rapids, are 'about to step forth o be challenged by a new age, the Atomic Age. This new age dwarfs all others by comparison. On the work of this class and others like it all over the world, could or will hinge the entire future of our civilization. We have two choices, firsty we can make the world a much better place in which to liveg or second we can carry on a series of the most destructive wars in history, which might eventually wipe out all mankind. ll Our first choice is built on peace, coeoperation, and mutual trustg our second, on distrust, greediness, and lust for power. ' We must not only make the right choices and decisions. We must be prepared to carry them out quickly and efficiently. Thus, the responsibility falls not only on those of us who make the decisions, but on those who carry them out. Whenever a person mentions the Atomic Age, the first idea that comes to our minds is the Atomic Bomb. However, the Atomic Bomb could be a very minor part of this new age. Included in the Atomic Age are other new horizons electronics, radar, and plastics, are but a few. Men who should know tell us that it is entirely possible that we shall be able to make rocket trips to the Moon and Ears in the near future. On the Moon could very easily be huge deposits of uranium and radium. -We do not know what else could be there, houh ever. If we do set up a base there, it would be a short hop to that massive dangerous, but fascinating planet, Mars. We are now several years ahead of any other country in the atomic research work. It is up to us to keep ahead, yet if we try to keep ahead, the other countries will try to catch up. We do not trust other countries and we co1ld start another war. Should we try to keep ahead, then, or should we show the other countries that we trust them, and quit our research toward war? If we do, we are cutting down our own safety. We must make up our minds. If we fail and a new war starts, the atomic bomb may seem small and insignificant compared to other weapons. Rockets that spread poisonous gases and deadly germs over a whole city is only one of the other weapons. Radio- active particles will be spread in the same manner and when caight in gas masks, they will subject victims to shortrange radiation. Blisters form on the sking in S to 6 hours blindness follows: then osmotic skin bleeding from affected areas, and finally death. We know less about the things we shall have if we succeed. These are some of the marvels we have in the field of radio, for instance. Radios will print our morning newspaper for us in the early morning, so we can read them at breakfast. Exoerimenting scientists found that a pin-sized wire of columbium nitride, a highly heat-sensitive compound, in a casing cooled by liquid hydrogen, could pick up radio broadcasts. This is just a wireg it does not have tubes or other aids of the conventional radio. Other soientiststorked with micro-waves. First, they beamed thago mares into a balloonful of ammonia gas. The ammonia absorbed theseswaves and turned their intangible energy into molecular energy, which spread to the balloon skin. This balloon skin, acting - . I 1 1

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jzgqfi 5255? 3532425 mf' Egigiia- ' .'.' '.' if-I-J, ,-I-,Ig '.', A v,', .'. .:.j.:.1 .3 744, ,l.:,L.1 Q-j ji- rx... we aw , ww an va Time has slowly passed before us and we no longer hold responsi- bilities of a senior class. Those responsibilities hfve faded but grown again, only to be greater and more exciting than before. Traveling the dusty Ipad to a new and different life, I found myself journeving down the highway to a near- bv 'ir field. Suddenly there seemed to be a strange humming in my ears, almost like a siren. Mercvl Had I been driving too fast again? Before I realized what was happening, a cop had stopped me and was walking toward mv car. uWhat's the hurry? ---- Let me see your onerator's license,H he said. No L It wasn't a Hhe,U it was a Hshegn a sturdy, determined looking policewoman. A second look revealed the mystery hidden- behind her dark eyes and I found her to be none other than Lucille Weaver, HBoots.H Yes, Boots has become one of the few policewomen in this country and is obviously fulfilling her duties to the best of her ability. After a visit with Lucille, I proceeded to continue my journey toward the air field. I hadn't traveled far when suddenly a car overtook me and passed at a tremendous rate of speed. when the car had nearly disappeared from sight, I noticed it was swerving back and forth in the road. By the time I caught up and stopped, it had stopped too, and someone was busily engaged in fixing a flat tire. Too busy, almost, to notice that anyone was watching. But when he did look up I couldn't be mistaken as to the identity of this person. It was Richard Graf. The same Richard weall knew and remember so well from our school dEyET 7EEhErd was in a great hurry to ret his tire fired because he was aoing to be married that afternoon. He had met Hthe onen for him and was readv to settle down to the peace and quietness of his own little home. After Richard had his tire fixed and was on his way again,I continued my journey to the air field. I bought my ticket to the World Fair in New York and sat down with others, to wait for the plane to arrive at the field. I had not sat there long before a young girl, with her arms filled with letters and papers, hurried across the lobby and entered a HPrivate Office.H It was still a little dim in my mind who this busy person was, but when she returned I was sure. It was Theola Crosby. Theola had become a stenogranher there and was saving her money to vacation in Mexico soon. I had wandered only a short wav when a vounr lady took my attention. 'She was extremely busy writing on a pad she held in her arm. fs I drew closer, her eves,met mine and her engfgina young smile told me who she was. It was Mildred Carter. Lildred had become very successful as a reporter for the Toledo Blade. Remember how good she used to be at getting inside Hdopen for the nChatterH column in our school paper? Hell, she carried her ambition and ability a little further and had become one of the Blade's star reporters. As Mildred and Iwalked on among the crowd,discussing our classmates, I learned that Jack Katon had become the promising young Governor of'New York State, One of America's greatest presidents once held that office, so Jack has a bright outlook toward the future.