Lawrence High School - Diary Yearbook (Fairfield, ME)

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LAWRENCE DIARY into his truck. Then the fun began! Catching swine, like genius, is one per cent inspiration and ninety-nine per cent perspiration. After madly chasing the subject of discussion and performing three or four ground loops, the evasive pig was finally captured and shoved into the waiting truck. Whereupon the stranger sped off while the farmer ambled back to his easy chair, satisfied that his good deed for the day had been accomplished. In the morning, however, it was a different story! When the farmer went out to feed his squealing posses-sion, his pride and joy, he found to his amazement that it had mysteriously disappeared! Imagine his dismay when he realized that he had loaded his own pig into the thief's truck! IRAL DICKEY, 12K. .i THE DUST STORM As the mother busies herself around the house, sheisuddenly becomes aware of a darkish cloud, appearing on the horizon. A dust storm in the offingl Everyone springs into terrified action. The father collects the children and herds them into the house. Quick! there is no time to lose! The cloud is approaching ever nearer, it is now darkening the sun. The doors and windows are closed. Rags and newspapers are stuffed into every crack and crevice to stop the sifting of the sand. The wind is blowing at gale force and with this wind comes the sand. Sand sifts everywhereg it finds every crack. The children begin to cry as the sand makes them cough 5 their mouths are parched and dry. You try not to cough. There is sand in your eyes, sand in your hair, and in your teeth. You try to eat, but there is sand in the dishes and grit in the food. You pretend you don't feel strangled. You try to pretend the storm will soon be over. Will the storm ever end? Perhaps after a few hoursg perhaps after a few days, but it will end. Then you will see nothing but drifts of sand out- side the house, inside, everywhere. The wheat fields-totally destroyed! No crops this year or perhaps next. What hopes for the future in this land of waste and devastation? Should they move back East? At least they would be provided for. Mother would welcome them home. THEODORE MOREY, 12L. - ' A HUSBAND'S NIGHTMARE After looking at women's hats for the past few years, I have decided to put my opinion on paper. The style of women's hats is supposed to change from year to year, but I have seen many a so-called a la mode hat very closely resemble those 23

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I l l 1 LAWRENCE DIARY branches appeared like celestial selntinels protecting this sleeping land of beauty. Even the little 'brook whilch had trickled so merrily through the meadow, now lay still and tranquil lin its narrow transparent bed. A huge white sheep dog, watching over his ilock, proved to be shrubbery disguised by nature's magic wand. I I neared home, but before I went inside I took one long, lingering look over this winter wonderland. I went to bed confident that I would have a big task ahead of me in the morning! p FRANCES RAFFERTY, 12K. l , 1i,l . SNOW Snow falls with 'careless leisure On the earth so leak and drear, And its whitene s brings enchantment To all the hillside near. As one stops to admire the beauty That this artful snow has brought, He wonders how such loveliness Could be by Nature wrought. , I MARY Bowxsu, 12K. .i ..1. SCRAP Books l There are many kinds of scrap bpoks dealing with various subjects-war, floods, poems, 'short stories, picturrzs of famous people, newspaper articles and many other interesting subjec s. . Such a collection is of great personal value. Since in all probability the owner will spend years accumulat ng such a collection, he will become an authority in his particular lineg b sides, he will have some subject which he can discuss intelligently with others. Business and professional men find that this diversion gives them relax- ation, and at the same time, the material collected may correlate with their chosen vocation. Many successful 'men have pointed out the fact that their career had its beginning in a colle'tion of newspaper clippings. FRANCES HEBERT, 12K. I l DoEs IT PAY T0 BE KIND? Have you ever tried to catch elusive pig that has just evacuated its abode? You haven't? Well, therl a most exasperating experience awaits you! l It was about dusk when the incident took place. A knock was heard at the door. The waiting visitor as ed assistance in loading a runaway pig ' 122 l I 1 1

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of the Gay Nineties-the only di added a few feathers, a couple bun The hats of 1944 are the worst I small hats, tall hats, short hats, t though they had been flattened by baskets, and hats that resemble Some women wear hats that we Rush Days of '49, but which look One of the most dreaded and hor LAWRENCE DIARY erence being that the designers have hes of grapes, or a banana or two. ave ever seen. There are big hats, and ll puffed up hats and hats that look as steam roller g hats that look like fruit small section of the Garden of Eden. undoubtedly fashionable in the Gold ost ludicrous in this day and age. ible moments in the life of any husband is when his wife drags him along t help her to select an nouveau chapeau. Mr. Husband sits stifily in a excee ingly uncomfortable chair in a Moderne Hat Shoppe. Oh, what a day! The place is full of women, chattering, grumbling, simpering, and posingy. He 'begins to get nervous and looks around for a means of escape. but alas! He is eyed continuously by his wife, who had been looking at and trying on hats for at least a half hour. There she is! Just look at her with so unearthly creation on her head! Mr. Husband pinches himself, hoping t awaken from this frightful nightmare. LESTER GILBERT, 12K. MYF I was eleven at the time this in it were only yesterday. This was T RST GIRL dent took place, but it seems as though n especially joyous day for me, as I was to take my girl friend to the carnival After days of endless waiting, t the carnival! As I walked along myself. Oh, I forgot to mention th weighed fifty pounds-plus one hu grounds, it seemed as if we were is until one of the barkers for the right on in, lady, and bring your litt he great moment came-we were off to beside her, I felt exceedingly proud of at she was six inches taller than I and dred! To us, walking over the carnival ll alone in a vast crowd of people, that side shows, speaking to us said, Come le boy! The price is only fifteen cents l WALLACE CHALTRAY, 12K. GIRAMP ' The most unforgettable charac living, working, and playing toget erations separated us. Although he would never miss a nocturnal the pines beside the trickling broo ment. I like Gramp's stories esp other stories which I had heardg Gramp used to tell me I would so Gramp has passed on. His im with me, helping me every day to mind me there is happiness even i er I ever met was Gramp. To see us er, one would never guess that two gen- ramp was tired after a hard day's work, troll with me. As we walked through , he would tell me stories for my enjoy- ecially well, for they differed from the is stories had a moral or lesson which eday find helpful. ortal memory and his stories still live reach my goal. Yes, memories that re- n death. WALLACE CHALTRAY, 12K. 24