Lawrence High School - Diary Yearbook (Fairfield, ME)

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LAWRENCE DIARY i WHAT I THINK OF THE WAR IN GENERAL I think that the high officials and leaders of the different countries, includ- ing the United States, are very much like a bunch of spoiled brats! Everyone wants his own way 3 nobody gets itg everybody is unhappy and it causes a regular riot. The 'bully gets some on his sidle by putting on a big show, then beats up the weak ones. The weak on-e goes bawling to Mamma and she says not to play with him anymore because he might get hurt. So, the bully is still in the limelight. Pretty soon along comes another bully and they get in a fight. It turns out that they are both cowards and turn and run in opposite directions. Then all is peaceful in the neighborhood until another bully appears, and history repeats itself! Of course, there is a difference in the present situation. The leaders, instead of fighting it out themselves, have it done 'by their stoogesg and in- stead of running away, they make a slimsy agreement, which is forgotten in about 20 years. But until someon-e, sometime, contrives an idea to perfect a world union where everyone minds his own business, history will just keep on repeat- ing itself! TERRY BROWN. SCRIPT After J apan's first attack on the United States, and before Congress had- convened to declare warg the Senior English Class was devising ways and means to tell the public that the United States should fight an offensive war. Wake Up America! Are we going to stand by and l-et Japan keep on the oiensive While we depend on others and defend ourselves from the yellow menace. I think everyone heartily agrees that we should Wage an offensive war against Japan, because we can defend ourselves until doomsday, but We cannot win th-e war that way. Perhaps you have heard the story of the Marines defending Wake Island. When they were asked what they wanted for Christmas, the answer, We want more J aps. How can you keep spirits like that down? I think our army would just like to blow Japan wide open. We, the Senior Class of Lawrence High School lhave sent telegrams to Secretary of State Cordell Hull, and Secretary of War Knox t-elling them what we think ofthe situation, and offering our suggestions as to what we think should be done. We have also sent letters to other high schools in the state, and also a few outside the state telling them what we are doing and asking them to help us in our campaign. JEAN DANIELS. X13

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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

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LAWRENCE DIARY WHAT WILL THERE BE TO GUARD? fWho will be left to guard it?J Pushing, struggling, stumbling against other people, all of us gasping for breath. We had no notion where we were going. We wanted to get away from the thing that had destroyed .all we had ever known. They said it couldn't happen to us. They said we were a safe nation, we of the United State-s. Now what was happening? Who could understand? Why were We being driven from destroyed homes, homes that had been de- stroyed by the very same planes that were now showering us with bombs? Over half of us were kill-ed on that last dive into the mud-Hlled ditch. Suddenly, I knew it was no use to run any more-. I didn't say anything to anyone. What Was the use! I silently edged away from the nearest person. The planes had disappeared. The other people got up and collected their belongings. Some still had their children, and some didn't. And some still had th-eir husbands or Wives and some didn't. No one thought of me lying quietly hidden. My parents had been sent to their Maker when our home was shelled. The barn was still standing. I slipped from my hiding place and raced down the road in a staggering trot. I went back to our destroyed farm. Yes, they had dared to destroy our farm. Only the barn remained standing. The barn, that was where I must go. I must get to the barn! Thank God the door was open. I went in and fell on the hay. I started to think of what had happened. What was it that I was sup- posed to remember? My mother had told me we were safe, no one would dare make war against us. We w-ere a free and democratic nation. Liberty stood at every hand. Out of the night, Without warning, a squad of planes had come winging over our house. I awoke to find' myself all in a living day-dream of the war in Russia or China. Death falling, ever falling around us, missing me by inches. It did not miss my parents. lThey both died trying to reach my bedside. The walls became a living flame. Smoke filled my lungs as I sat on my bed, terrified beyond explaining. The window fell ou-t by my head. I had, fortunately, .climbed from that window on summer mornings. I slept on the ground floor. I used to wash my face and hands in the brook about 300 feet from my bed. I had literally fall-en out that same window and stood watching my dear father and mother burn in that blazing inferno. I had started to run as fast as my pudgy legs could carry me. Then for the first time, I guess, I vwoke up when I felt other people pushing me. It was singular, odd perhaps because we still believed that it wasn't happen- ing. Oh yes, it was real enough, but were we awake? All this I thought as I lay on the hay. I still couldn't think of what I was supposed' to remember. Somewhere in my back I felt a pain. It grew. 14