Lawrence High School - Diary Yearbook (Fairfield, ME)

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I I I I LAWRENCE DIARY I 5' ' I YOUR BLOd,D IN THE WAR I It is a cold, rainy night, extremely dark except for the intermittent flashes of the distant artillery, ahe d and behind you. The artillery behind means your hope of blasting ahe d to victory, the artillery ahead, the enemy and death. Shells burst around youg you cr wl through the mud of the battlefield. It is raining, but you still crawl, 1 oking for the enemy. In your hand is your best friend, your rifle. Sudde ly, you're hit! It feels as though some- one had kicked you in the shoulderg you feel sick to your stomach, then everything goes completely black-you notice nothing. . Several hours later, you regain Iconsciousness. You feel a -sharp pain piercing your body. Suddenly, youi hear voices: you hardly dare to moveg you wonder whether they are friendly voices or those of the enemy. They're Americans-your friends!I Yes, your friends! What those two words mean to you! You make a oise, hoping they will hear you! They come over to the place where you a e lying and quickly dress your woundg in your arm they stick a pin to which is attached a rubber tube. .Your eyes follow the rubber tube until you sed a glass jar containing life itself-blood plasma. Lying on your cot at the bI1se hospital, you think of the folks back home-the folks who saved your li Ie by giving their blood. Wouldn't you like to feel that y u, too, had saved the life of a fighting man? How simple it is-just go t a local Blood Bank and give a pint of your blood today. ' ' Y O. ELLIS, 12K. I JOIN TI E UNION Most people think of a union as a group of persons joined together for some common interest. Well, I am o write about a different kind of uniong in fact, the word union is to be u ed as an adjective. Now, there are the long unions, The short unions, and, I guess, the mid- way unions. Some are heavy, so I e light, others in-betweeng some cost 16 I I

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LAWRENCE DIARY PAUL POULIN Tall, slim, blonde, blue eyes, line personality, with a certain way about him that made everyone like him. Paul always added life and interest to any classroomg win- ner of several speaking awards, interested in many activi- ties. Now that Paul is in Uncle Sam's Navy, we hope he can put things over as well as he did while in school. EDWARD PROCTOR A born aviator! While in school, Edwards greatest in terest was planes, he not only read about them, but lit- made model planes, some large enough to actually fly. Not., however, his ambition is being realized, as he soars tlit clouds in a. Flying Fortress and will soon get his pil--ix license. just watch him soar to success! ROLAND WEBBER Witty, likeable, happy go lucky, tall blonde, freckles, put these all together and you have Roland. We will never forget his witty remarks and his likeable drawl which made him popular with everyone. We certainly miss you, Roland. l FRANK WILLEY ll if!:. Willie was a likeable chap who did love to argue .mtl talk, especially in English Classes! Is interested in farming. airplanes and erperially interested in a certain I.otr.imt-F We all miss your pep and cheerfulness, Frank. 15

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LAWRENCE DIARY more than others, some less than others, but the price, size and quality of these unions is of no great significance although the elite probably prefer to join the all wool union. Most everybody joins-both men and women. When people get buttoned up in one of these unions, they feel pretty fine, so if any of you people, who by chance read this article, feel uncom- fortable during the cold weather, take my advice-go to the nearest cloth- ing store and join the union by buying a Union Suit!!! ERNEST CHAMBERLAIN, 12K. - ???'?? It's here, itis there, it's everywhere, it's in every little nook and cranny. You can see it in the trees, it surrounds you like a snowstorm or a sand- stormg you can see it in the rivers, lakes, and brooks. It's in every house. It's on every streetcar. You can see it in the slow ripple of a flag. It's on the ground, it's even in your blood and bones. You can see it in the freshly broken fields, in the bursting tulip bulbs, and in the hazy sky. You notice it in the classroom where work drags, and students droop their heads, while their thoughts drift like a ship far out at sea. What is there about spring that gets a person? JOHN BROPHY, IZK. MY FIRST SUIT In the early years of my life, I was not very popular with the younger set. Why? Well, I'll tell you the reason. In order to gain recognition in this set, one simply had to have new clothes occasionally. Unfortunately I had a brother who was very nearly my size and what a trivial matter it was for mother to alter his clothes so they would just fit me! But suddenly something began to happen! I began to grow stout! I kept on getting stout until it seemed as though I would never stop. Imagine mother's discouragement as she found that I could no longer wear my brother's clothes! And imagine my happiness when I knew that I was to have that long-hoped-for new suit! It was Easter Sunday when it happened-I wore my new suit for the first time! Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the girls eyeing me. Now, for the first time I could take my choice! You can be sure I chose the pret- tiest one among them and invited her to go walking that afternoon. Boy! Was I proud of myself as I strutted along the street, knowing I was envied by all. You can rest assured of one thing-that I wore my new suit on every possible opportunity I had. Can you guess why??? ALBERT FERLAND, 12L. 17