Lawrence High School - Diary Yearbook (Fairfield, ME)

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LAWRENCE DIARY HAPPINESS Happiness is a habit of thinking and living rightg Being temperate in your habits and knowing wrong on sight. There's many a job in simple things if you take the time to see. Don't be selfish, greedyg there are oth-ers except Mme. Be grateful for a chance to do the work you planned. Taking interest in others of this united land. Concentrate on your daily Workg make each day a joyg For every day that's not well spent is sad as a broken toy. Never forget the pleasure natur-e gives us fr-eeg Beautiful flowers, sunshine, and the sad majestic sea. N. WEBBER, '42 OUR COUNTRY Th-e moon comes out in the velvet nightg No bombs will drop from above. For over here the land is bright With peace, contentment, love. No sirens disturb the peaceful dreamsg No hearts are full of fearg For the Light -of Liberty still beams In homes both far and near. America's wants seem very few Compared to those o'er the sea. So keep behind the Red, White, Blue, And she will keep you free. BARBARA AHORNE, '42 . IT'S A PRIVILEDGE TO BE AN AMERICAN Haven't you ever noticed the stars Blinking their bright good will? They're not boasting -of horrors and lwars Like bombs, whistling and shrill. They're peace, and happiness and calmg They make me forget the treachery At Pearl Harbor, Wake, andlodd-shaped' Guam. But I think the nicest things that stars. are for Is to make me glad to be an American. N. WEBBER, '42 '11

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LAWRENCE DIARY o DEEP IN THE HEART OF A ROSE Opening its blushing petals, Velvety softness unfolds, Scent of exquisite sweetness, Deep in the heart of a rose. More than honey-sweet fragrance, Auroran shades so rare, A trace of something eternal, God's silent presence there. H DORA A. ORAN, '42. FOR MOTHER You are a wonderful mother. And you mean the World to me. I'll place you on ia pedestal Safe from harm and misery. I'll make you a Queen To rei-gn on a throne And give you silver and gold, But the only riches I ever want, Is the love you give me To cherish and hold. The years may come. And the years may go, And your hair may turn to a silvery grayg But in all the years I Want you to know In my eyes you'll be As you are today. BARBARA HORNE, '42, 10

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LAWRENCE DIARY DEAR OLD MAINE There seems to be no plac-e so peaceful and- plain, As the wide wiinding rivers and tall pines of Maine. In summer or winter, in autumn or fall, Maine is the one State I love best of all. Her grass grows much greener and skies are more blue, The birds sing much sweeter and the sun's brighter, too. The people are happy from morn until night Working and playing with hearts that are light She isn't old fashioned, shefs always in style, A place where people make life worth while. In snowstorms, in windstorms, in hail, sleet, or rain Thereis no place on earth as dear -as Old Maine. B. HORNE, '42. ccYO,Uvs We, the youth of America, are looking forward to a new world. Physi- cally, there is none, but we can grasp our new world if we have it inus and are willing to pay the price. We will not find this new world on a map, it is a sort of state of mind. The key to enter calls for a bold and daring spirit, and immaculate hearts. Our new unsettled region must be surveyed and trails must be blazed. In order to take complete possession means mental and spiritual toil, which compares with the physical toil of those who built homes and roads. Our America contains able men, unequalled resources, and' inventive- genius. We must invent, build and' put to work new social machinery. The work in this new land will be of a million diferent kinds, and it will progress with the understanding that greed is destructive to everyone. If the people of America are to definitely move into the land of cooper- ative good life, we must examine our institutions and traditions without fear or prejudice to see what changes it is necessary to make. Our sole need is for more and better educated people in the States, for men and' Women with firmly grounded convictions whose sole purpose is to travel into better mode-s of living. Let us remember that malice, hatred, and intolerence, drink shalf their own poison. Eleanor Early says, And he only lives alone who lives not for another. LENORA A. CAMERON. 12