Lowellville High School - Echo Yearbook (Lowellville, OH)

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' Fl-lae Eelao fir' '4 ' OUR BOYS Their names are written in our books, Their initials are Carved in the wood of our desks, Their footsteps and voices still echo through the halls Once they were here, within these walls. Loving life and planning tor the future, They gave their lives for their country. These memories leaving tears to our reyes. Remember them? Once they, too, were students here. Happy, laughing, with never a care, Save, how to get their lessons done, Before they wenl to have their lun. They're gone now--they went to war, They loved life, but loved their country more. - -Loretta Cook IN MEMORHXM The flowers bloom again, the land is green anew, and summers tread Mo-ves softly now, with subtle hand, Reviving all-except the deadl Beneath the touch ot failing rains that rustle in, the warmth of sun lnclining now its: golden grains . . . They rest aboveq the day is done. On other days they knew the smell of battle, heard the cannon's roar Their deadly songs, but now the knell of lite has tolled. They tight no more Oh, let us not allow our hearts to long forget their deeds, instead with the strength that love imparts to man lor man--'revive the dead. I wonder why the buds appear upon their stems? With all so still, They wither not, nor disappear Life marches on, life always will. ---William H. von Dreele, lr. Page fourteen

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The Eats Sgt. ROBERT E. STEVENS 11925--l W fi , , ' .g Q Q V: H ir '-rg js. fy 1 B li f for their singing in motion pictur 9441 U.S. ARMY AIR CORPS Sgt. ROBERT F. STEVENS, 19, ball turret gunner on a B-17 Flying Fortress has been missing since October 18, 1944. Returning from a mission to Kessel, Germany, his plane, damaged by flak, exploded near Coblenz. He has been decorated with the 'lArmy Air Citation of Honor, Oak Leaf Cluster, and the Purple Heart. Entering the Air Force lanuary 3, 1944, he trained at Denver, Col., Las Vegas, Nev. and Alexandria, La. Sent overseas September 1944, Rob was with the Eighth Air Force in England. Robert was born in Long Beach, California, October 2, 1925, At three years of age he sang over the radio. Sur- viving the earthquake in 1933, he came to Lowellville and attended our school for one year. This 1943 Long Beach graduate was soloist of the Glee Club, a member of the rowing and basketball teams, and also an honorary mem- ber of the Southern California Fishermen's Club. Robert, a soloist of St. l..uke's Choristers, well known es, sang in San Francisco, Boys Town, Mrs Miniver and lnany others. He was a member of the Congregational Church. He is survived by his mother, brother, Lt. Henry Stevens. Mrs. Mary Stevens, a sister, Mrs. Orval Hoover, and a Lt. MICHAEL BOEHM 41917-1943i U.s. ARMY AIR 'comes it ff Lt. MICHAEL BOEHM, a bombadier on a B-24 and ser- rmy Air Force, was reported missing in 21, 1943. His plane was returning from and was last reported over the English has been found of the crew or bomber. ving with the 8th A .action on February a bombing mission Channel. No trace On May 8, 1945, Lt Department. Entering the service in lanuary 1941, he trained at Luke Field, Arizona and Randolph Field, Texas. He received . Boehm was declared dead by the War his wings at Kelly Field, Texas. When overseas, Lt. Boehm was stationed near his sister, Susan, a Lt. in the Army Nurse Corps. The two had planned to meet a few days before he was declared missing. Lt. Boehm was a former Lowellville resident. Previous to coming here, he graduated with the Class of '35 at New Waterford High School. ln school he took part in the Iunior and Senior plays. He was a member of the 4H Club. He received awards in Bookkeeping. Lt. Boehm leaves his wife, Hilda, a son, Michael, Ir., his father, Mr. lohn Boehm, and two sisters, Margaret and Susan. Page thirteen

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Tim Balm CQNVERSION Look, God, I have never spoken to you . . . But now . . . I want to say, I-Iow do you do. You see, God, they told me You didn't exist . . . And like a fool . . . I believed all of this. Last night from a shell-hole I saw Your sky . . I figured right then, they had told me a lie. I-lad I taken time to see the things You made, I'd know they weren't calling a spade a spade. I wonder, God, if you'd shake my hand . . . Somehow . . . I feel that You will understand. Funny . . . I had to come to this hellish place, Before I had the time to see Your face. Well, I guess there isn't much more to say, But I'm sure glad, God, I met You today. I guess the zero hour will soon be here. But Im not afraid since I know You're near. The signal! . . . Well, God, I'll have to go. I like you lots . . . This I want You to know . Look, now . . . this will be a horrible fight . . Who knows . . . I may come to Your house tonight. Though I wasn't friendly with You before. I wonder, God . . . if You'd wait at Your door. Look . . . I'm crying! Me, Shedding tears! I wish I'd known You these many years. Vlfell, I will have to go now, God . . . good-bye. Strange . . . since I met You . . . I'm not afraid to die .... V -Frances Angermayer Page fifteen