Lawrence High School - Diary Yearbook (Fairfield, ME)

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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

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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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LAWRENCE DIARY A WAR CASUALTY Sammy was a small, wiry sorrel-topped lad with a sharp face, fanlike ears, and a wide mouth that showed a surplus of teeth. Sammy Was the little kid rwho was a devoted member of the Loop Hole Gang, the baseball team of the local ball park. Whenever or wherever a game was scheduled, one could see Sammy, sometimes sitting in the front row of spectators, sometimes on the center field bleachers, but one thing was certain-he would always be there. The lad loved baseball. He ate, slept, and dreamed the game. His life- long ambition was to be a Big League star and to play for hi-s home-town team, the Red Wings. Sammy made good stops, and could he hit! Well, if Sammy didn't get a hit every time, he was having an off day, but his team mates knew they could depend on him to really play the game. At last Sammy was eighteen and eligible for his long anticipated try-out with the Red Wings. Fate, however, intervened and changed Sammy's plans. War broke out the day before his try-out was scheduled, and the story is told that Sammy, like many other boys of his age, answered his country's call to armsg nevertheless, he rejoiced in the thought that after the war, he would come back and could still get his try-out. Sammy went across with the First Marine Batallion and distinguished himselfwhile participating in an island invasion in the South Pacific. Dur- ing his valiant action, he received a shrapnel wound in his left leg, which had to be amputated. This tragedy ended Sammy's hopes of ever engaging in another game of baseball. After he returned home, Sammy didn't play in the Loop Hole Gang, or sit in the center field bleachers-he was the Red Wings' guest of honor. With tears in his eyes, he witnessd his well-beloved team play its outstanding game of the year. Sammy knew that he could excel any player on the team, but he also knew that he would never have the chance to prove it. JOHN BROPHY, 12K. . DISAPPOINTMENTS ' Life is full of disappointments, but we are just beginning to realize this fact. All our lives we have been sheltered from the hard things of life by our parents, our teachers, and friends. Now, when we realize that we are about to go out into this troubled world alone and unprotected, we be- come frightened and suddenly realize how unready we are to face life. What shall we do? How can we cope with the complicated and perplexing problems that confront us? Will we be able to bear up under such a great strain and responsibility? Yes, life is full of disappointments, and we must learn to meet them face to face, shoulder to shoulder. Should adversity befall one, that individual 19