Lawrence High School - Diary Yearbook (Fairfield, ME)

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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

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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 GETTIPIG ACQUAIN TED Every man has probably had with the Boss' daughter. Do subject, but a sure fire method invents or discovers this meth' greatest men in the history of There are several mediocre varied experiences, trying to get acquainted btless volumes have been written on this has yet to be found, and the person who ,od will go down in history as one of the mankind. ethods, but I am going to describe only one of them. First, you step in o the boss' office, where his very charming daughter is probably holding ddwn the job as private secretary. Here you feign to fall on the highly polished floors or commit some other faux pas- anything to cause a disturbance to establish yourself in the secretary's mind, so she will be able to recoignize you if she sees you again. The next step is to find her abode. Then you investigate thoroughly all the entrances house is on fire! Then you hi ment and hurry to escape from rope. You then dash hurriedly ciously help her to her feet. Al stage is now set. and exits. You place a rope acr ground. You run up to the hog 3. oss the walk about eight inches from the se shouting, Fire! Fire! Quick! Your e behind a near-by tree. In her bewilder- the burning building, -she will trip on the from your place of concealment and gra- s! She establishes you as her hero! The EDWARD COSTELLO, 12K. ....,... l HAN I can just see them now-tho I D-ME-DOWNS se awful hand-me-down clothes of Cousin Mary's and dear Aunt Martha's! These hideous looking garmen Mother and Aunt Martha, takin 8' they managed to obtain a perfect ts were sizes too large for me, but between a tuck here or setting a button over there, fit. Oh, how I loathed to hear Aun Martha say to my mother, Now, Alice, I think I have some more clothe for our little Ethel. Then the excep- tionally fine quality of the mate al would be discussed indefinitelyg I can hear Mother remarking, Of cour e, I realize how much it cost, the material speaks for itself, Martha. ' Then came the hardest and m st trying ordeal of all-I had to thank them for the lovely garments. Y s, I had to tell them what a lucky girl I was to have such clothes fwith mphasis on the suchi while my mother standing by echoed my words, and Cousin Mary and Aunt Martha, beaming with satisfaction, looked on with pproval. ETHEL MACBETH, 12K. 18