Maine Central Institute - Trumpet Yearbook (Pittsfield, ME)

Text from Pages 1 - 100 of the 1944 volume:

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J: Y- fig ,. e,.jiLg!.'JF, gfzf+x:'.1 J ag, ,i -..'-qu ,raw vm: v N a V U ' .I ,3 -.:::...J4Q,V ,mir 3'F 5, 'f'4..hk , : Vf,.,. '. . -. , psacm W ' ar' if R ef- Lv t iq CONTENTS DEDICATION ADMINISTRATION SENIORS ACTIVITIES JUNIOR SECTION SOPHOMORE SECTION FRESHMAN SECTION DEDICATIO To the boys of our clam who are, or .mon slza!! be members Q our armed f orcex, giving llzeir allfor peizeew-the Clam of Nineteen Fortyjour deiiicates llzif Trnmpel. ADMIN IST RATION HIJWIN M. PURINTON, AB., A-XM., Bates College Prinfipa! E1 ,Z 111 I I 1 1 I HOWARD R. WASHBURN, BA., MA., M.Ed. Trinity College and University of N. H. Sofia! Smdirx HELEN F. AIFNISON, B.A Colby College Hixtoqv I.IlC'll F dc REYNOLDS, BS., B.l.,I. ROGER D. l,0WliI.I,, AB. Fmcrson College Dean rfG17'f.v Erlgfixb Ilrumrzticx Bowdoin College Mathfmrzlim Rll'l'H li. WHITIQ, B..-X. Colby Collcgc l':Pl4Q!f.Y!l MYRTLE SHERMAN, H..-X Collwy College l'3'rnr!1 l,11liu Xl lu-1 L'OUl,lDlili, aus. I-'1.oRA1N1-1 CORNlf0R'l'H I 'Yuw York llnlvcrslry Cf,u11m'r'ri11l .S'1rMrr!,l GIQORGI-1l .l,. BRYANT, B.S., Cir:1y's l uslnuss Collcgu Yfvpiug .1.V,ViJ'fll?ll Mb. Colby Colle-ge and University of Melina' Srienrr - -U- VERA E. BRASTOW, 14.5. NORBERT YOUNG University of Maine Gorham Normal School Home Eronomirx Sh0I w0fk RUTH P. COOK ESTELLE B. HABENICHT Ncw England Conservatory of Music New England Conservatory of Music Orfhextra Conduclress Violin Piano, Violin feffo ROLL CF HO OR Our hearts fill with pride as we pay tribute to members of our class who have left our ranks and are now serving with the United States Armed Forces. We have attempted to obtain a complete list of them and as many pictures as possible. Glen Bolwell, USN., Harry E. Bradbury, U.S.A.g Russell W. Bragg, U.S.N.g Wilton S. Buckley, U.S.A.g Richard O. Clark, U.S.A.g Peter J. Connolly, U.S.N.g Russell A. Craig, U.S.N.g Edward S. Hall, U.S.N.g Raymond C. Humphrey, U.S.N.g Herbert A. Ledin, U.S.A.g Ralph W. Mills, U.S.N.g Robert T. VVaterman, U.S.A.g Robert L. Whitney, U.S.N.g Kenneth Varnum, U.S.A. Class Superlatives . Besl Looking Cufesl W illiest Nieesl Smile Besl Disposizion Best Dressed Friendliest Best Actor .Quieiesl N oisiesl Best Dancer Pretliesl Hair Mos! Temperamenlal Prelliesl Eyes N earesl Idea! Boys Eugene Hamilton Charles Swift Charles Swift Marden Brooks Clinton Piper Eugene Hamilton Ival Cianchette James Powell Albert Lander james Powell James Powell Ival Cianchette james Powell Marden Brooks Eugene Hamilton Girls Virginia Stewart Ruth McMann Ruth Libby Joyce Palmer Terry Garcelon Eleanor Stafford Ruth Libby Hattie White Irene Furbush Terry Garcelon Gloria Getchell Helmi Paakki Virginia Stewart Gloria Getchell Hattie White Irene Furbush RUMPET BOARD Editor-in-Chief Hattie VVhite flssociafe Editors Terry Garcelon Joyce Palmer Helmi Paakki Ruth McMann Charles Swift Spanx Editor Irene Furbush Buxinesx iblamzgers Ival Cizmchette Marden Brooks Valedietorian Salutalorian Honor Parts Terry Garcelon . Hattie White Firsl Honor Essay Annie Bouchard Second Honor Essay . Ruth MCM ann Third Honor Essay Louise White Class Day Parts x flddress lo Undergraduates Charles Swift Joyce Palmer Ruth Libby Ival Cianchette Uralion . , . Class Prophecy . . Class Will , Class GUM . Class History Class Chaplain Class Marshals Class Flower Class Molto . Graduation Theme Meredith Holt 4 Irene Furbush . Dorothy Tweedie Beatrice Wright . Joyce Palmer James Powell . American Beauty Rose Victory to the Valiant . . Our Democratic Creed Commencement Program Senior Last Chapel . . Wednesday, May 31 Class Day Exercises . Saturday, june 3 Baccalaureate Serziire . Sunday, June 4 Graduation . . . . Sunday, june 4 U41 :QR ASS CDFFICER janws Powell james Powell Terry Garcelon l-lelmi Paakki Meredith Holt Terry Garcelon Helmi Paakki Class Officers Class .dflvisors Mrs. jenison and Mr. Lowell Merc-clith Holt President Vice President Secrefary Treasurer Annie M. Bouchard Piltslield, Maine Cla.vs lizlilnr l.1'J: li.rernti'z'e Canz- niillee C-IJ: Senior Playq .Ya- lianal llnnnr Safiely HJ: l irsl llnnor lissny. Ilere's to the whiz ol the Soeial Prohlems' elass, What would we have done without you. R. Marden Brooks l'ittslield, Maine Class liflilar ll, JJJ 'l'rumpet Board C-lJg Basleelball HJ: Sen- ior Play Stage Manager. The lmaskethall player ol' our elass. You're a great sport. lval R. Cianchette Buddy Pittslield. Maine l reshn1an Prize Speaking: Alum- ni Prize .S'peaking CZJ, Class l'llllil0l'lIll Board ll, 2 JJ Trllmpet Hnarzl HJ: lli- Y Cl, Z, J, -IJ, Vire President OJ, Presidenl C4 J 5 Class Prophecy Buddy dot-sn't have much to say lmut that's the way we like them. Irene B. Furbush Wacky l'almyra, Maine l'l7t'Sl!N1lUI Prize Speaking: .-1 lum- ni Prize .S'peak1'ng CZJJ Girls' .elllilelirs KZ, J, ll Manager C-lJ,' Girls' .lllllelir Cnunril KZ, 3, -IJ, l,Vl'.Ylll!'7ll HJ: lil Club CZ, 3, -I J, Treasirrer CA' J, Presillenl Q-IJ ,' Glee Club ll, JJ 5 Class lidilor U J 5 'l'rumpet Baarzl Q-lJJ Girl Re- serves lj, rl J 5 Senior Play: Class Glfls. This gal is a mixture. Terry Garcelon Teddy Troy, Maine Class Serrrlary ll, .3 J: lfreslinian Prize Spealeingi Glee Club ll J, Girl R1'.s1'rt'es ll, 2, 5, -ll, Ser'- relary HJ, Presizlenl HJ: Class lirlilar CJ, .1'Jg Trumpet Board HJ, Class l'l'r1' l,ff'.Yl1l'l'PIl Q-llf George ill. l'arls.v .lnniar Sflmlar- ship Prize: .Yalinnal llnnnr Sa- riely 13, JJ: l,1Lll'llI'ltllWlfllI. XX e are proud to have had you as a meniher of our elass. You are so modest about aehievements. 116 Gloria Getchell fit-teh Pittsiield, Maine Freshman Prize Speaking: Glee Club ll, JJ, Orfheslra ll, 3, J, -ll J Girls' .'l llilelifs lj, -I J 5 Senior Play. Vl e wonder lleteh why you're so partial to the Marines-Could it he your father? May you lind success and happiness in all your endeavors. Eugene J. Hamilton Pittslield, Maine Hannity Urrheslra CIJJ Football fl, ZJJ Trark ll, 2Jg Basketball HJ,- Cross Country lllanager QJJ, Ili- Y C4J,' Senior Play Business Manager. Hammy is the musician of the class. We like your drums and hope to hear more of themg with you, too, of Course. Meredith I. Holt Dt-ar Plymouth, Maine Girls' Athletics ll, ZJQ Class Treasurer ll, 2, JJ :Girl Reserves Cl, 2, JJ 5 Glee Club QI J: Senior Play: Class Will. So this is the baby of the class, but Dear certainly gets around! Ain't it the truth? Keep VYii1 i1ii1g through as always. Mary H. Knowles Newport, Maine Hl'il'L'Ill'lllC lVewp0rl High Selma! CI, Z, .3 J. Did you ever hear of Sister Kenny or the Buek ing Broncos? Mary has both on her mind. XYhen Mary eame to M. C. I. she certainly hrightened up the halls with her vivaeious- ness and laughter. Vte wish we had had you he-fore. Albert L. Lander Al Pittsfield, Maine Cross Country CJJ. Al is the quiet one of our elass. l.ittle is known of him, but he's well liked hy all. Good Luck! Q A Vivian I. Leighton l.ewy Troy, Maine Girl Reserves Cl, 2, 3 3. lYe hear you have an extensive eorresponclencc, Yivian, and that pin-up collection of yours is absolutely A-1. Ruth R. Libby Ruthie Pittsfield, Maine Girl Reserves C-I3 :Girls' Athletics C-H: Senior Play Cl3: Class Prophecy. .-Xh ha! There's mischief in this girl. M. C. l. will certainly miss your sunny smile and delightful disposition, Ruthie, Ruth K. McMann Ruthie Pittsfield, Maine Freshman Prize Speaking: A lurn- ni Speaking C235 lvlanson Prize Speaking C33 ,' Orchestra Cl, 2, 3, 43: Girl Reserves CI, 2, 3, -13, Secretary C-I3 5 Glee Club Cl, Z, 33 ,- Chapel Board C43: Trumpet Board C435 Senior Play C-13: National Honor Society C-l3,' Serond Honor Essay. Good things often come wrapped in small packages. Have patience, Ruthie, a few more years, another inch, and another pound are all that keep you from your goal. Meaning, of course, the feminine version of the Navy, because we know you already have a masculine interest. M. Beverly McNally Bev Pittsfield, Maine Girl Reserves C-I3. To all those who do not know her intimately, Beverly may seem quiet and unresponsive but to those who know her-well, let's ask a certain good-looking Navy Cadet about it! Charlotte A. Mitchell Burnham, Maine Mitch This member of the class is seldom seen but often heard. Her resounding giggles will echo through the corridors of M. C. I. for many years to come. Burns ham, you can well be proud of her. -I17 Helmi V. Paakki Micky Pittsfield, Maine Maynard lligh School CI, 23: Cirl Reserves C3, 43: Girls' Atlllelirs C3, 435 Manson Prize Speaking C335 Class Serretary C435 Senior Play: Trumpet Board C-l3,' .'V.ttional llonor So- ciety C43. lfelmi has been with us only two years, but she's found a plaee in our activities and our hearts. lf this is a sample, Maynard must be a nice place. Jogce I. Palmer Nj. l'. Pittsfield, Maine Orchestra CI, 2, 33 :Girl Reserves Cl, 2, 3, -13, Vice President C435 Glee Club C1, Z, 335 Cheer Leader Cl, 2, 33: Class Marslzal Cl, 2, 3, -13: Manson Prize Speaking C335 Class Editor C2, 335 Trum- pet Board C43 5 Class Uration. joyce is the girl with many tal- ents. An eager participant in all that moves. M. C. I. will miss you, joyce, with that gay manner and super smile. Lots of Happiness. Marion A. Pearl VK ithout you, Marion, the class of '44 would be minus a faithful member. Loyalty, dependabili- ty, and helpfulness are among your many virtues. Clinton K. Piper Red Troy, Maine Orchestra CI, 2, 33 5 Football C13: Hi- lf' Club CZ, 3, -I3. The lone genius of our English class. So you want to be a Marine? Vlie hear that girls go for the uniform. James F. Powell jimmy Yanceboro, Maine Freshman Prize Speakingi A lurn' ni Prize Speaking C235 Football CI, 23: Track CI, 23: Baseball C33: Basketball C335 M Club CZ, 3, -13: Class Marshal CI, 2, 3, 435 Class Editor C33J Class President C-l3g Senior Play. The Casanova of the class. The most popular of the boys and the best athlete and a good actor, too. Tell us, how do you do it, jim? Beverley E. Small Hey Vittslielrl, Maine Gloff Club ll J. 'l'h:1t's quite an assortment you have hicltlen in your hilllolcl, llevf aml we weren't speaking ol' hills. Coulrl it lie that you are looking for another servireman to aclcl to your alreacly famous eollert ion? Eleanor N. Stafford Hlillit- Vt aterville, Maine Girl Refszfrws Cl, Z, 3, -IJJGIP1' Club ll, 2, .735 ICx1'z'14li1'1' Clini- m1'llf'1' C-ll. 'l'o the quiet, lint oh, so attrar- tive young lamly, we wish all the happiness that life van give her. With all her eorresprmdence, lileanor will lincl the right one someday. Virginia M. Sfewart Ginny Pittstielcl, Maine Urrheslra ll, Z, J, -ID. Ginny is our lovely liloncle. Navy lmlue anal gold seems to appeal to her espeeially. tloocl Wishes, Ginny, may you en- joy your trip to Vuha. Charles A. Swift l'harlie Pittsfield, Maine Baxeball Cl J ,' Cross Country Ui: Trark C235 Manson Prize Speak- ing C355 Trumpet Board C-ll: Senior Play: Address to Under- graduates. As a senior t'l1arlie really came into his own. What an aetorl This fellow will always have a Mary life, what with all those trips to lioston. All the liest to someone lllfl' to know. Norma E. Turner Sis Troy, Maine llriily Iligli ll, Zi: Ulm' Club l.?JgSm1ior Play HJ. Norma is the girl who came to us from lluity lligh and seems so quiet and shy. lint to her intimate friends she is anything hut. Stan up, Norma, and take at bow. Best of luck! -118 Dorothy l.. Tweedie Dottie Pittslielml, Maine Glvzf Club tl, 2, J l J Girl ltr'svrz'r.v fl, 2, 3, -lli lfr1 l4'.Ylrrl f-Ili Sen ior Play ,' Class 111-.YlUI V. llert s to Dottie the girl who has founrl her way into the hearts ol' many with her loyalty antl that lmreathrtaking smile. Parbara l,. White Barb Vittslielml, Maine Girl Rr'.ve'rw.v tl, 2, 5, 41. llarli is our stately niaitlen with that unexpected interest in etlueation, at least, her thoughts eeuter arountl follzy. Hattie D. White Pittslieltl, Maine Clzlss lfdilor tl 3 :Glow Klub tl, J, .1'J:Uirls' Allzlrlirs CJ, 3, JJ: Girlx' .-llhlfflir Cllllllfll CZ, J, 4: M Club HD: f'lux.v S!'I'f!'lt1f.l' C2 J J .-llumni PrizeSpeuleir1g ffl Q Girl Reserves CJ, 3, -Ili Class Trmsuror C355 lllanson Prize Spezlilehlg C355 lf.x'vr'1cli1'c' Com- willrff' Q-ll: Clzapfl Board HD: Trumpet Board f-ll: Senior Play: Nalioual Ilonor Sor'if'ly CJ, -ll J Salulalorian. Your sparkling wit and enthusi- asm will take you far, Hattie, as it has in your four years at M. C. I. ln anything our Class has undertaken, you have taken an important part and been a willing leader. llest ll ishes for Future Happiness. Louise M. White Pittslielcl, Maine Thi rd I1 orior Esxay. llere's a girl with znnlmition. She wants to hc another lflorenee Nightingale and from the way you juggle those i'l'lL'Illll'illS, l.ouise, we know you'll lie a suc- eess, Best of l.uek. Marian Wilber Trish Detroit, Maine .flrms .'lf6lfl!'I7ly, Slirllauriiv Fullx, lllass. til. Your climples, recl-er-aulnn'n hair, and pleasing personality will long he remembered liy your Classmates at M. C. l. llere's a toast to our Detroit farmerettel D Shirley B. Wilcox t'ulm Pittsheltl, Maine Freshman PVIITF Spralefng: Urrh- rstra CI, 35 .'G1ef' Club Cl, 2, JJ: E.Y?fufI.1'f Cnn1n11'llf'e HJ: Chapel Board H J J Senior Play. To the girl with the smiling eyes! llopc the years will al- ways keep l3ucl rling for yon. lt's zi good thing l z1irticltl isn't too far away. Pzilinyrn, Maine Girls' All1lf'lf1'.i' ff, J, -Ili Girls' .wlflzleffr C'n1m1'1'l CJ, -ll .' M Club C-ll. Pete is the little member of our class. You know what they say, Good things come in little pavkagt's. V e can well believe that after having her in our Class for four years, Lozuls of Happi- ness Always, Pete. Beatrice M. Wright Ben Pittshcld, Maine Senior Play ,' Class Chaplain. Here's a girl with fine ideals and lots of ambition. Herc's all the best to a grand person. Class 'Ode CTune: My SlziningHourj Dearest school, we leave thee here And our paths will be newg All the mem'ries we hold dear They will bring us back to you. Through the years with God to lead us- And our faith in thee to speed us Whene'er M.C.I., whene'er you need us We shall ever be true. -H9 Dearest friends, our parting nears All too quickly, we sighg And our eyes may fill with tears As we think of days gone by. In the future dark before us Friendships will be comfort for us. With our faith and these before us- We depart from thee. Hattie D. White Elaine M. Wiles Pete Class Poem For four long years you've harbored us Within your honored halls. For four long years a counselor In answer to our calls. 'Tis nearly time to leave you, The end of schooling draws nigh. I'm sure this class of '44 Is proud of their M. C. I. We shared all sorrow, grief and strife Contained in human heart. We tried as our Great God did bid Always to do our part. The years have passed too quickly, We've found that school was but play, We're soon choosing a future, Let us wisely mark our way. Ever success be our motto As in strange lands we stray, Yet, in this word are ventures bold That have led friends away. Let us on to far flung fields, Take part in our valiant role, If we try, fail, try again, Winners to be we areltold. We'll find the course long and narrow. Master each task that comes. We'll find paths rough and uncertain, But ne'er fear 'till race is won. Let's solve problems with reason As those who have gone before, May we be now as useful As our friends who are at war. Elaine MJ Wiles 420 l Senior Play This year a most ambitious Senior Class presented two Senior Plays in April, under the supervision of Miss Lucile de Reynolds. The presentations were: a one-act skit, .-X Girl in Every Portg and a three-act play, China Cottage. Characters ufhintz Cottagel' A Girl in Every Port illinly lrene Furbush Zlfarilvn Annie Bouchard Fanny Helmi Paalcki ilflmlv Meredith Holt Grate Ruth lVlcMann Mifni Ruth Libby Pffrr Charles Swift Mafzfzfv Lou Beatrice VVright ll'1i.v.v Tiffingfop Hattie VVhite Zliauffff Dorothy Tweedie Alf. Ken! james Powell Tina Gloria Getchell JWH. Dean Shirley VVilcox Zlfiu Margravf Norma Turner :fini YVayne Susi, '45 421 Girl Reserves 'l'he Girl Reserve Clulm ol' M. C. l. is an organization for fellowship and good will and is open to any girl attending the school. The activities ol' this clulm are numerous. Taking the war seriously, the girls have contributed to the Red Cross and have volunteered to roll bandages. At the meetings, which are held every other Tuesday night, various topics are discussed, programs are put on and outside speakers are the guests of the organization. Parties and dances are among the social activities sponsored hy the club. l'n'.vi11'f'11l . 'l'erry Garcelon fire l,7'c'.Tirf67Il .loyce Palmer .'w'm1'f'!zz1j' Ruth lVlcMann 'I'rm.r1m'r Mary Crawford f,71!lp.lllill Lorraine VVard l22l Orchestra Squeaks, toots and shouting greets anyone who may be loitering in the vicinity of Powers Hall on a Thursday night about seven o'clock, but there is no cause to be greatly alarmed for in a short time an orchestra rehearsal is in progress. Many school activities would not seem complete without the willing appearance of the school orchestra. llnder the capable supervision of Mrs. Ruth Cook, it has appeared at all important school functions such as the Speak- ing Contests and the Minstrel Show. At the Pop Concert, the 'Lbig event of the school year, the orchestra is one of the most outstanding features. This group also plays at the Commencement Exercises. 4231 M. C. I. Hi-Y Club Although lnenilmership in the clulm has fallen ntl, due to clecrease ol' mule stutlcnts in the school, the renmining boys are keeping the club alive.' 'l'he main event sponsoreml lay the lli-Y this year was the Hi-Y lluncc in Pnwers Hall, which proved to be very successful, M r. xYllSl'll5lIl'l1 has servecl as club adviser this year, and has done :nn excellent juli in this capacity. l'rw-iflwll . lvul Cianchette fire l'1'e.viffe11I liugene Hamilton 4hll'l'7't'fIlllV Wayne Susi 'l'rm.f1n'w' Lewis lfitts l24l y The Chapel Board The Wednesday before the Christmas holidays the curtains in Powers Hall opened on a program dedicated to the M. C. I. boys in the service. This was the first presentation of the newly organized chapel committee under the direction of Miss Lucile de Reynolds. This board composed of members selected from all classes includes the following: Ruth McMann, Joyce Palmer, Hattie VVhite, Shirley VVilcox, Mary Crawford, Roger Percival, Lorraine Ward, Richard Whalen, Louise Morton, Floyd Temple, Jeannette Vlfebb, Cecil Mc- Laggan, and Eunice Soule. They have strived throughout the year to present programs dis- playing as much school talent as possible. It is their hope that the work of the Chapel Board may be enlarged upon in the following year. Girls' Athletics Girls' Athletics proved to be popular again this year and a very enthusiastic group has participated. The first event was volley ball and 38 girls answered the call. They were divided into three groups and a tournament was held which ended in a tie. In the play-off, the B team won the honors and the members were: Margaret Webb Marjorie Vaughan Elaine Wiles Nancy Brooks Ruth Shaw Lorraine Karam Frances Hamilton Phyllis Frederick Ruth Libby Mary Crawford Alice Craig Elizabeth Plummer The following girls received live points towards an M To do this one must miss no more than two practices of volley ball. Seniors Helmi Paakki Hattie White Irene Furbush Elaine Wiles ffuniors Dorothy Austin Mary Crawford Nena Emery Sophomore: Freshmen Ruth Shaw Gloria Wiley Ruth Doyle Elizabeth Merrithew Joyce Almonte Jeanette Webb 425 Marilyn Cianchette Margaret Webb Alice Craig Phyllis Frederick Frances Hamilton Pauline Spencer letter Hattie White received an M letter at the end of this season. The girls were fortunate to have Mrs. Donald Reese take over the rest of their sports. Basketball was the next activity and 29 girls reported. Teams were arranged according to classes. The Seniors won all their games in the tourna- ment and emerged the victors. The Freshmen were the runners-up. The members ofthe winning team were: Joyce Palmer Elaine Wiles Helmi Paakki Gloria Getchell The following g Seniors Gloria Getchell Hattie White Helmi Paakki Joyce Palmer Ruth Libby Elaine Wiles Irene Furbush Sophomore Jeanette Webb Joyce Almonte Ruth Shaw Ruth Doyle Donna Hodgins Doris Swift Shirley Holt Irene Furbush Ruth Libby Hattie White irls received credit in this sport: j'unior.f Dorothy Austin Anita Jacobs Nedra Hammond Nena Emery Nancy Brooks Freshmen Marilyn Cianchette Mary Ackroyd Margaret Webb Alice Wright Marilyn Whitman Gloria Wiley Pauline Spencer Elaine Wiles, Dorothy Austin, and Nena Emery were presented with M letters at the close of this season. Gymnastics was started with a turnout of 37 girls, and we hope to have an even larger number take part in spring sports. Joyce Palmer received an M letter at the end of this season. 'l26l im. N x 4 xx Vw, I . xi'. 7 JU ICR Class Officers Prexidenf . . Stanley XVYIHEII1 Vire Prexident . Mary Crawford S6t'7'6ld7'vV . Lorraine XYard Treasurer . . . . . Richard VVhalen Class Advisor Miss White Editor-in-Clzicy' Assislant Editor: Stanley Ames Dorothy Austin Arline Barker Norma Booth Beverly Bradbury Nancy Brooks Paul Brooks Dorothy Burch Regena Conroy Mary Crawford William Daily Eleanor Emery Nena Emery Carolyn Field Lewis Fitts Virginia Foster Ray Gourley Weldon Greeley Nedra Hammond JUNIOR EDITORIAL BOARD Yuniorx Stanley Wyman 4130! Stanley Wyman Mary Crawford Nedra Hammond H Lorraine Ward Virginia Foster Lewis Fitts Maxine Higgins Donald Hughes Anita Jacobs Muriel Kenniston Joan LaForge Anita Langley Elizabeth Marden Helen McGibney Charles Pease Roger Percival Elizabeth Plummer Barbara Small Wayne Susi Christine Twitchell Marjorie Vaughan Lorraine Ward Evelyn Webendorfer Theresa Welch Richard Whalen N +f -5 - - -syvv v- nit- - - -v -ra---f--iv-------fe J-1, MAN SON PRIZE SPEAKING The semi-finals, to determine who the speakers in the final contest for the Manson Prize would be, were held March 27. The final contest was held in May. The speakers and the titles of their essays are: Girls Arline Barker . . Winston Churchill Mary Crawford Richard Halliburton Virginia Foster . Look into the Future Lorraine Ward .... Madame Chiang Kai-.rhek Evelyn Webendorfer . . . Lie, Liberty, and the Pursuit Q' Happiness Alternate-Nedra Hammond Boys Charles Pease . Blueprint For Tomorrow Roger Percival . Eddie Riekenhacker Wayne Susi . Teddy Roosevelt: Typical American Citizen Richard Whalen . The Outstanding Campaign Stanley Wyman . . . Knute Rorkne: All-American Alternate-Stanley Ames Evelyn Webendorfer and Stanley Wyman were awarded the prizes. THEATER IN THE BLUE Last night I found a place to pray, just meant, it seems for close of days And here beside my windowsill My mystic fantasies are real. A falling star slips through the blue. Opening a curtain where God comes thru. And all the shining crystals bright Are footlights on the stage of night. And now I wonder if that old full moon Isn't a mirror in your dressing room, And perhaps by looking carefully thru Perhaps I'll see a reflection of you. M. C. 1311 UCOMPULSORY MILITARY TRAINING'FOR ALL ., , - One important thing thag this War and the first World War have brought to light, is that in each case the United States has not beeniprepared. Not only a great deal of money has had to be expended, but also time has had to be spent in training the boys before they could engage in active combat. One of the most efiicient ways to remedy this situation is to have compulsory military training for all youths before they attain the draft age. Each youth shall receive one year of military training as is now being given under the Selective Service Act before he begins work or goes to college. The youth would be taken into the army three orfour months after his graduation from high school and trained until his 12-month period is up. Af- ter his year of training has been completed, he will be better prepared' to meet his fellow men. . ' . This system would not disrupt the youth's life a great deal: In the army he would learn the fundamentals of -aviation, medicineferrgineering, chemistry, radio, mechanics, or bookkeeping. , I , After the war is over, there will be the task of finding jdbs forkmany of the doughboys who come back. There will also be thousands of army ,camps that will be falling into ruin. . . The following plan may help relieve these conditions. Some of the doughboys will consent to train our teen-age boys. The army' camps that are set up all over the country can be used as training centers. Unless it is ab- solutely necessary, none of the youths will be sent more than a few hundred, miles away from his home town. The program will cost the taxpayers little as the materials and training camps are on hand at the present time. All military leaders agree that time and money have been wasted because this country has not been prepared when emergencies arise. These leaders maintain that such a program would save this country millions of dollars because several months would not have to be taken to give the basic training to selectees in wartime. Such an arrangement would improve the health of the nation. Many diseases that would otherwise go unchecked would be discovered and corrected. I It is for these reasons that I believe that military training for all able-bodied men before they attain the age of 20 should be compulsory in the United States. C. T. ATLANTIC DISASTER ' Somewhere on the broad expanses of the great Atlantic Ocean, the Nazi terror struck and then retreated as silently as it had come. The sub- marine did its cruel duty, leaving behind it a sinking ship and both passengers and crew either drowned or huddled together in life boats. Three life boats escaped, 24 people! Among them they had food enough to last normally four days, but it would have to be stretched as far as possible. Captain Sanders, a tall, gray haired man who had lived half a century and spent a good part of that time in the service of his country, made T32 l 7: their position clear to the rest, You all know our chances of getting picked up are pretty slim, so welve got to face things as they are. No use getting panicky. We all want toalive and our best chance is co-operation. 1 M UCaptahiSanders,'began JanetNVayne,an auracdve young gui with brown, curly' hair and deep blue eyes who had been on her way to England as a Red Cross nurse, just what are our chances? Chris Evans, the internationally famous reporter of the New York Sunshooklnshandmnneheadandintmwupted,ulcantdlyou.'Theseboatshave to sdck together. Clur chances are sn1aH enough Clod knows, but alone they would be almost nothingin n I Mrs. Morrison, a matronly woman of 40, looked around the group with her sofg gray eyeg snided that pecuhar snade of hers and began, HXVeH, we all know what's expected of us. We must keep calm and trust to the judg- ment of the Captain, and above all, not lose our self-control. - 'Tins group of survivors behaved adnurably. 'They tned to snide even, and,to carry on ordinary conversadon. Ploweven udth the connng of dusk,then'courage sank wdth the baH of Hrein the VVest. 'The conversadon becamestrained, with long intervals of silence. As the evening came and wore on, anne of thenn at Captain Sanders suggesdon, tded to get anne deep. In another hour, all was quiet except for the muffled snoring from one of the boats and steady lapping of the cruel, green waves. All slept but the three men who ,had volunteered to keep the boats on their course which was due East. By means'of a rope, the three boats were fastened securely together and through the night they silently drifted, carrying their human cargoes to either death or rescue.' VVith the coming of morning, their spirits rose somewhat. The food and water were rationed, and everyone was thankful for his share. As the sun's long fingers stretched farther across the endless expanse of waten tenseness envehoped everyone and everything. 'There was no more laughing and little conversation. The day wore on and night came. Thus the second day passed . . . three days . . . four days . . . five days! The food was gone, and the water was very low. It was on the sixth day that a ship passed many miles to the West. Jon Bates, a sailor from the sunken ship, was taking his turn at rowing when he noticed the smoke curling near the horizon. Joyfully he cried, A ship! See, a ship! The members of the three boats turned eager eyes to the ship. They practically went wild with joy, but oh, how short lived it was! At too great a distance to see the tiny boats, the ship steamed by on its course and soon disappeared below the horizon. ' hdr.NValkers,the Hrstrnate,sank umthe Hoor ofthe boat and cned like ai baby. After a while, he stood on his feet and looked around the group with strange, staring eyes. We,re done for, you fools! Can't you see! The food's gone! he screamed as he picked up the bottle containing the few remaining drops of water, 'Til not die of thirst. This is mine, don't come near me! He stepped backwards, lost his balance, and toppled into the Water. Chris leaned over to help him back, but just then the Water swirled with a body and the tell-tale, pointed Hn cutting the waves showed 'that it was a shark! Walkers screamed horribly, then disappeared beneath the surface of the Atlantic. 433 I' The taut nerves of the survivors gave way. The women sobbedg the men looked blankly at one another, not comprehending. It was the Captain who returned things to order. Sharply he said, We're all under a great straing Walker couldn't stand it. He went crazy for the water, raving crazy. It's over now and couldn't be helped. Now Chris, if you'll Fish the water bottle out, we'll see if the water is still fit to drink. Having regained the precious bottle, Chris gave it to the Captain and inquired, Do you think it's all right? If the salt water got in, it means death to drink it. I don't know, Chris. There's only one way to find out, though and that's for someone to test it! There was a tense silence so real one could almost touch it. Then jon Bates volunteered to give his life, if need be, to save the others. He well knew that if it were salt water, his tongue would swell out of his mouth, choking him, but that was the chance he had to take. Once again there was that deathly silence, broken only by the evil lapping of the waves and the breathing of the survivors. Lifting the bottle, he swallowed some and then waited .... The minutes passed, nothing happened. It was all right, Jon had gambled and won! A sigh of relief passed as the wind through the leaves of a tree. The bottle was passed around, it held a sip for everyone, no more, no less. On the sixth day, the sun rose, a ball of flame in the East. Slowly its rays stretched across the sky, painting it a flaming red. There would be no water today, they well knew. Nor, in the face of death, was it easy to smile. No one seemed to care, they were in a drugged stupor. Even the Captain and Chris Evans seemed licked by this unseen enemy which was lost hope. The morning had stretched into afternoon when the British de- stroyer, sighting the helpless victims, sped to her rescue. There was no shouting this time. They could not believe it was actually happening though each person had acted and re-acted this rescue in his own mind many times. As the ship neared, they looked at one another unbelievingly as if asking for proof that someone else saw the welcome sight ....... Later, after good food and plenty of rest, it seemed unreal-those days and nights of facing death, starvation, and horror on the cruel seas. E. W. HAPPINESS He descended the long stairway of the apartment building, walked out through the doorway, and proceeded down the street. lt had begun to snow. He knew it, for sudden gusts of wind hurled handfuls of big, wet, velvety flakes into his face. He tipped his hat at an angle so as to protect his face, turned his overcoat collar up at the back, and a bit on the sides, and with one glove-covered hand grasping tightly a large cloth-covered book, he made his way through the crowded street. His companion walked silently beside him-patiently, quietly, never complaining because his pace was necessarily slow as compared with the swift steps of passers-by. 'I34 lb They were turning a corner now. The snow was falling faster and heavier, and He thought of what a beautiful morning it had been The sky had worn her heavenly blue gown which was ornamented with thin white clouds, but within a short hour had donned a cold, gray cloak and poured forth bales of downy white which forced branches of trees and bushes to bow reverently to the people of her world. How strange that so many dainty little master- pieces could come tumbling through the air from such a dull heaven and dress a world in such a luxurious coat. And happiness seekers, rushing through the streets, pulled their coat collars closer around their faces, bent their heads downward, so unaware of the beauty that was falling all around them. How unfortunately so! Mr. Mackenticen informed him that they had reached their destination. He opened the door, on the window of which were the words Howe's Library for the Blind, and allowed the dog to precede him. R. C. THE LAST STAND In history you've heard of Custer's last standf' It happened in this war. Not much has been known of what became of the two battalions of Rangers who set out on January 30 and were never heard of again until a recent release to the newspapers from the War Department. But let me introduce my friend, Sgt. Bill Marsh, who was one of the few who escaped. Let him tell you of the fierce, futile battle in which the two battalions were wiped out. Well, it can all be summed up in a few short lines. At 1 A.M. on january 30, our battalion of Rangers and another battalion were sent out on a routine assignment to raise havoc with the enemy in Cisterna Di Littoria. By noon of that day we were completely surrounded by German troops. But now let's take a few of the details. Before we left the im- portance of this assignment was impressed upon us by our C.O. It was the spearhead of an attack on Cisterna and was necessary to the successful advance of the Allied troops, still'pushing forward on the beachhead with little opposi- tion, in their attempt to reach Rome. We had to infiltrate behind the German lines at night and cause an upset in the German forces at dawn, when our in- fantry on each side would move into the town and join us. But that was the trouble, the infantry never arrived, and we had to make out as best we could. The Germans also had been on the move during that night. They had brought up reinforcement in front of Cisterna. The word spread rapidly-we were trapped. Now it was a matter of kill or be killed. At dawn we looked for a place to entrench ourselves. just ahead of us, we saw one big building and trees all around it-the perfect spot for seclusion. Then we noticed that there was a tank behind us and thinking it was there to aid us, we cheered. My buddy's face lit up and relief seemed to surge through the company. Then in the next moment it opened fire against us. And we realized that it was the enemy. Unless you saw it yourself, you would never realize that the human race could be such cold-blooded killers. We were helpless. Soon after, the artillery began firing on us, and the German infantry closed in. We could handle them pretty well, but it was the tanks that 4351 w hurt us the most. They caught us in a Held and seven moved in, firing with everything they had, shooting men down as though they were targets out on a gunnery range. At eight o'clock both of our battalions reported to headquarters by radio that we were surrounded. Already our commander had been killed, and the commander of the other battalion was severely wounded. We knew from the start that it was a fight against overwhelming odds, and that it- would be a fight to the finish. We became scattered, and one by one all our guns and ammunition gave out. We could do nothing. At noon our radio went dead. Then a few minutes later, they said that the sergeant major of the other battalion was destroying his radio because they could no longer hold the command post. Then nothing was heard from us until a few of us escaped and after many hardships reached safety behind the Allied lines. Of course, the Allied statistics can not be given out. A German announcement said that about 950 had been taken prisoners. The Nazis said about 100 were killed and many more wounded. What's the whole story? As soon as I am able, I want to get back into the fight. When you see all your 'buddies' mowed down as they were defenseless, you don't forget it very soon. I never will. I'm going to give those Nazis everything they deserve. Thanks, Bill, and you can be sure, we'll all be right back here, no matter what comes. V. F. OLD-MAID AUNTS Sometimes I wonder if I'm the only person that has trouble with old-maid aunts. I'm sure no one has two of them like Aunt Penelope and Aunt Suzanne. ' I have never seen it fail, when they come to call, I always have to entertain them. Mother is usually out-especially if she knows they're coming fthey're on my father's side.D I shall try to portray a typical session with my aunts. I was waiting for a certain Navy guy to call for me, on this par- ticular night when they arrived. My goodness, child, where are you going-and with no stockings on? Why you'll catch your death,', says Aunt Penelope with her eyebrows raised. The fact that it is June and very warm just doesn't matter to Aunt Pen, Aunt Suzanne spies a picture of Greg fthe Navy guy j and me on the piano and she starts in. . My land, does your Mother allow you to go out with service- men and perfect strangers at that? I shall have to speak to her about this. I hastily change the subject and am doing quite well, when sud- denly the door-bell rings. With a prayer in my heart that Aunt Penelope won't ask Greg his intentions, I go to answer the door. 4361 - fa- ' Q- I As I leave the room, I hear Aunt Suzanne say to Aunt Pen, I don't believe that child gets enough to eat. She's as thin as a rail. Yes, and you would think her mother would cut her hair, why, it's away down on her shoulders. just when I was congratulating myself for not putting on weight and had my hair grown out so that it was nearly as long as Lana Turner's- Oh dear! I Greg and I are no sooner back in the living-room than they both start in. But the Gods are good to me for once, because just then Mother arrives and Greg and I scram. Now, I ask you, have you two old-maid aunts that can com- pare with mine??? A. B. SPIDER It all started in boot camp. It was my first day and my nervous- ness was mounting high as I entered the decision room. Why decision? That was the name given to the room where you are assigned to your special type of work in This Man's Army. I was soon put at ease. Then the officer started asking me all sorts of questions, about my education, family and church relationships, and then he asked about dogs. Do you like dogs? he fired at me. That question stumped me. I wanted to learn some kind of trade, and he asked me about dogs. I didn't quite know what to say. Yes, sir, I have always liked dogs, I answered. Did you ever own one? Yes, sir, I had a pup when I was a boy. Did you train him P Yes, sir. Well, he said, I think I know the right place for you. We have just had some new recruits, and I want you to help train them. Take this card and give it to the Sergeant at Barracks l2. Yes, sir, I said happily, saluted, and marched away. Well, I guess I must have said the right things to that oHicer. I guess he liked me or he wouldn't let me train enlistees. That was what I thought as I hurried over to Barracks 12, Other men were going toward the Barracks, too. Some of them looked very disgusted. At the moment, I thought perhaps I'd train them, but I found out dilpferently when I handed the card to the Sergeant. Ahl the Sergeant barked, you look like an able-bodied man, just right for a trainer. Of course, I swelled up like a turkey. He led me to a door and unlocked it. I never saw so many dogs! Dogs of all kinds, sizes, and colors. And the noise! Well, that was my job, training dogs for the army. I was thor- oughly disgusted at Hrst, but I soon got over it. I didn't want to train dogs, I wanted to help win the war. We fellas worked with the dogs until we finished our own basic' training. We hoped we'd be shipped across, but no such luck. More dogs came in and we stayed. We received orders to train these I37 I me u U H dogs better than ever because they would be shipped overseas. In this bunch I trained a beautiful collie. We called him Spider. I trained Spider in all that was required-carrying messages, carrying ammunition, and carrying Red Cross kits. We grew to be great pals, we were always together when government regulations permitted. I never realized what a friend a dog could be. Then the orders came. We were to be shipped to the Pacific battle area, and a few weeks later, we landed on an island. I was glad to be overseas and a bit scared, too. Spider didn't know what to make of it. We were assigned to combat duty with the Marines immediately. All the dogs proved helpful and especially Spider. He could spot an unknown movement quicker than I, and between us we got along fine. Finally it was overg an oc- casional rifle shot was heard, but we were sure most of the japs were gone. Spider and I were assigned to patrol a road from the shore to camp, and it seemed like old times as we walked along the road in the quiet. Then the fatal day! We were nearly four miles from camp when the shot came. It had been fired by one of the very few remaining snipers. It was so unexpected that I didn't know what to do. We were in an opening and ahead there was a clump of bushes. Spider and I zigzagged toward them. Shots came in rapid succession, and I heard Spider groan. I looked back, he had been hit in the leg and couldn't get up. I started back, but was hit in the chest and then every- thing grew black. They told me the rest later. Spider had somehow, in spite of his injury, returned to camp. They tried to help him, but it was too late, he had lost too much blood. They knew something must have happened to me, and a Red Cross ambulance picked me up a while later. They were just in time, too. I'm afraid I wouldn't be telling you this now if it hadn't been for Spider. He was the best friend a fella ever had. L. W. OUR TOWN GOES TO WAR The scene that unfolds before us is one of contentment. A sleepy mid-western town stirs in the rays of the morning sun. Birds chirp drowsily to their tree top neighbors as they Hit to and fro in the leafy refuge of the aged maples. A boy of perhaps ll or 12 opens the front door of his home and starts on his way to school, followed by a shaggy, golden haired Collie, who apparently doesn't remember that he will not be allowed to remain with his youthful master, but will be firmly persuaded to remain out-of-doors. Let us follow this boy to the school, and see the scenes of many of his carefree child- hood days. He skips merrily along, seeming to increase each moment in bub- bling vitality which expresses itself in a song. At the corner he is joined by a friend. They hurry along, their childish voices mingling in an exciting discus- sion of the latest exploit of Hop-along-Cassidy. Reaching school, they cease their discussion temporarily until recess. 438 I Taking a seat beside our friend, we can see across the room, through the open window, a long sweep of gently sloping hills, cattle contentedly grazing in the sun, the deep green of the forest not far away, and the further deep blue of the horizon. To the right of the school lies the town, arranged in the quaint fashion of colonial times. There are many streets and lanes, bordered with white picket fences which are almost hidden by the gorgeous blossoms of scarlet and white pinks. If only Our Town could remain this way. It seems sinful to think that anything could mar such beauty and contentment. Years passed. New ideas are borng inventions never before dreamed of now become a part of our every day living. New faces have ap- peared in Our Towng some of those we love are absentg their presence now only a cherished memory. Through all of this Our Town has remained the same in spidt. Again we find ourselves in front of the boy's home. We see him come down the walk, an English book tucked under his arm, a frayed brown jacket slung carelessly over his shoulders. Upon reaching the corner, he gives a short shrill whistle, and soon is joined by his friend. This time they proceed rnore doudyq then conversadon turns to the newest basebaH sensadon, the Civil War in far away Spam, China's latest battle with the japanese, or to that crazy reporter who says that if we don't watch out, in a few years all the large nadons ofthe wodd muh be Hghdng one anothen As H any country woukl dare to attack us! How soon though did we find out that we weren't so safe as we had thought, that the span of the great Atlantic, no longer was a barrier to enemy nations. Again time passes-one year, two years, four years! They pass so quickly that we hardly miss them. New friends appear, and a new music called Swing', is the sensation of the day. This time it is not Our Town which we see. It is an army camp in a foreign land. The grayish brown of the tents is a strange contrast to the brilliant jungle foliage which surrounds them. Great ferns mingle with blossoms of unbehevakde Sze and beauty. 'The tents ofthe youngerinen and boys are adorned with such signs as The Plaza, Men Exclusively, The Mocambo, Tobacco Roadf' and Main Street. . A group of soldiers is seen emerging from the jungle on the far side of the camp. Their faces are streaked with mud and clay, fatigue making it an eHbrt even to keep then'eyes open. Ileaching then'huts,they drop then equipmentg some try to remove a layer of the grime which covers them. One simply drops his field pack, and sinks down on his cot, sleep instantly claiming him. Another turns to him and removes his helmet, revealing an angry scarlet gash just over his right temple. Motioning to the doctor who has come im- mediately to their group, he gives short clipped facts on the cause of the wound. As he listens to the report, a look of admiration and respect' crosses the face of the older man. Tenderly without disturbing the soldier's well earned sleep, he bathes and dresses the wound. Who is this soldier who has performed some act of heroism? It is the boy from Our Town. He has just passed his 19th birthday, and is serving in the Army of the United States, in the jungles of Guadalcanal. The other lad is the friend from back home. l39l y ar As one looks closely at the sleeping lads, he is surprised to find how much they have aged, but upon closer observation he notices how quickly their faces begin to relax. Perhaps they are dreaming of home, who knows? Slowly the shades of night begin to blot out all forms of life, but the boys who lie sleeping in that jungle outpost, far from their homes, will always be Boys of Our Town. T. VV. TWENTY YEARS HENCE After being away from Pittsfield for a period of 20 years, I re- turned one june day with the intention of seeing and talking with some of my old friends. As I walked down the street, I met one of my closest friends, Stan- ley Wyman with his wife. Imagine! Wyman being married and running the drug store formerly owned by Donald Humphrey. The next person I ran into was Paul Brooks, who at one time was a great athlete of M. C. I. and a great favorite among the girls. You would never believe it now though. Do you know what he is doing? He is working for Wayne Susi, who has developed a great lumber b'i1siness in South Burnham. Continuing my stroll, I walked up to the Institute, which I had attended. While crossing the campus, a great film seemed to unwind before my very eyes. There was a replica of Ray Gourley's old jalopy, known back in the year of 1944 as the best racer and gas user of any car parked before M. C. I. But as I looked closer, I saw it was Ray's old jalopy. I remembered its ear marks. Imagine! still running after 20 years of travel. History again re- peated itself for on this old jalopy were the boys of the Junior Class having their pictures taken for the Trumpet. Ah, how well I remembered the year 1944! What changes had come about! That was the important Year of the great World War. Tears blurred my vision for a few minutes as I recalled how many of my friends had failed to return. joy and sadness! After all, life is made of these two moods. W. F. G. WHAT'S IN A NAME? Spring at last is here. Bubbling Brooks are running through green Fields. Sweet Pease will soon be blossoming in the gardens. VVho doesn't love sweet Pease? A cute little blonde named Susifej was wandering through the Fields with her little dog which was quite a Barker. ln fact, he barked at any- thing. Occasionally this little dog, whose name was Elmer, had Fitts, Small Fitts, of course, but Fitts nevertheless. These were caused by Elmer's Foster mother, who had frightened him when he was a puppy. After a while these Fitts became so bad that Susifej has to send Elmer to a Dog Hospital where he was put in a VVard, because Susi Cel couldn't afford a private room. Here the little dog received Daily treatment and soon was cured of his Fitts. 440 1, 'S As soon as Elmer returned home, Susifej took him for a walk to the place he loved most-a Burch grove. This made him very happy. After this lovely walk, she took him out to dinner at a restaurant where he had his favorite dish-estewed Pease. They sat together in a Booth eating their dinner, until Elmer, who if you remember is quite a Barker, saw a man coming in the door who had lots of tools with him. Elmer soon discovered it was his old friend, the Plummer, who was in love with Susi feb. It seems this Plummer had just returned from the National Plum- mers' Convention in Austin, Texas. While he was there he realized that his Ames were two: he wanted to marry Susi Cel, and now he decided to propose. He walked over to the Booth where Susi feb was eating and ordered Welch Rarebit. Between bites of this delicious food, sure enough he proposed to Susi Cel. Yes, you guess itg they were married and went Whalen on their honeymoon. W. JOKE SECTION Do you still want to go? said Conscience Cmy good one of coursej. Certainly, Now hurry for there's work to be done. So I scamper C?D up the rickety old ladder leading to an open trap door which faces a brilliant blue sky. Two more steps and here I am two inches from the edge. What a long way down! I feel sick. But, there's work to be done, I'm up here to patch a leaky old roof. It's some famous building, Maine's Colony for Imbeciles. What a job! I'll soak 'em for it. Why, who is up here? Someone is laughing. Well if it isn't Royal and Eddie swinging on the bell, and Royal is reading jokes. I sneak over and listen, and this is what I hear: Nena Emery: How do you get so many boy friends? Liz Marden: Oh! I just sprinkle a little gasoline on my hand- kerchieff' Cadet: Darling, I'm knee deep in love with you. Belty Plummer: O.K. O.K. I'll put you on my wading list. Miss White.' Why, I've had this car for years and never had a wreck. Charlie Pease: You mean you've had that wreck for years and never had a car. Mr. Lowell: You work is absolutely wrong. Lorraine Ward.' That is absolutely right. iMr. Lowell: My error. Mrs. Coolidge: Can you type? Eleanor Emery: Yes, I use the Columbus System. Mrs. Coolidge: What's that? Eleanor Emery: I discover the key, then I land on it. 4411 Percival: That's a good looking hat, Hughes. Hughes: I bought it four years ago, had it cleaned three times, changed it twice in restaurants, and it's still as good as new. Lewis Fitts: I'd like to kiss you until you hollered stop! Alice Wrighl: Well, I guess you picked the wrong girl this time. Fills: You mean you wouldn't let me kiss you? Wright: No, I mean I wouldn't holler stop! Miss Reynolds Cin English Classj: I want your explanation and I want the truth. Ray Gourley: Well, you can't have both. Virginia Fosler: You don't think I'm conceited about my brains do you? Stanley Ames: No, I'm sure nothing of the sort ever entered your head. State Police lo Wayne Susi: Intoxicated driving, uncontrolled thumbing, and indiscriminate spooning are among the major menaces to our highway. Susi: I get it. To be more brief, Hic, Hike, and Hug. Overheard while the Washburns were going over the monthly budget book. Mr. Washburn treading one ofthe itemsj: HOK 53, and another HOK 57, besides others scattered throughout the book. What are these HOK'S? he Finally asked. Mrs. Washburn: Heaven only knows. Stanley Wyman: Oh! Greeley. I see you have on your winter under- wear. Greeley: Marvelous, Wyman, marvelous! How did you ever de- duct that? Wyman: You forgot your pants. ffoan La Forge: Have you discovered why you are so popular in the neighborhood? Paul Brooks: No, except that I told the neighbors I always play the sax when I get lonely. Miss Reynolds in English Class: Mr. Gourley, give me a sentence containing a word used incorrectly. Gourley: I will see you in church. Miss Reynolds: What does that mean? Gourley: That I won't see you for a long time. She was only a photographer's daughter. Yes, she sits in a dark room and waits developments. Miss Reynolds: Elizabeth, I'm surprised! Do you know any more jokes like that? Elizabeth: Yes, Miss Reynolds. llliss Reynolds: Well, stay after school. 'I42 I DID SOMEBODY SAY MUSIC? Come Down To Earth My Little Angel .... Bill Daily Oh How IHate To Get Up In The .Morning . Students How About A Cheer For The Navy . . . Russell Haynes Oh ffohnny Oh' ..... Mary Welch .M y Heart.: Tells .Me ........ Carolyn Field This 15 ALovely Way To Spend An Evening . . . Main Street Cafe Beautyful Dreamer ..... Stanley Wyman 1n History Class Let s Remember PearlHarbor . M. C I boys in the Service Oh What ABeauty'ul Morning . . . High honor Students He .v I A In The Army . . . Barbara Small 7heFem1nzne Touch . . . Regena Conroy Let .r Get Away From It All . Final Exams Taps Tzll Revezlle . . . . . Norma Booth Lzvzng Loving Laughing . ..., Marjorie Vaughan Better Late Than Never .... Stanley Wyman and Donald Hughes llflarehzng Along Together .... Nena Emery and Dottie Austin I Only Want A Buddy Not A Sweetheart . . . Lorraine Ward Will Somebody Take My Place . . Ray Gourley in the office Wonder When Aly Baby'.f Comin' Home . Muriel Kenmston Don t .Sn Under The Apple Tree . . . . Virginia Foster ' HIS VISION I can still see her standing there, Her eyes were a lusty browng Her hair was long and golden, Rosy were her cheeks and round. That day was oh, so long ago, Yet visions come back to me, As I sit in solitude, Long miles across the sea. Beside her there stood another, Her eyes were a lusty brown, too, She looked so sad and lonely, Dressed in that gown of blue. I wonder if they will miss me, If they long for me at night, I wonder if they will be glad When I come back from this fight Oh, how I would love to see them, My darling daughter, and wifeg Ifl could only see them, I'd gladly give my life. R. G. 443 I JUNIOR GIRLS' ATHLETICS ' In spite of the fact that it was necessary to curtail athletics some- what, the girls have had a successful season. The season started with volleyball in the fall. Those participating: Dottie Austin Mary Crawford Nena Emery Nancy Brooks joan LaForge Marjorie Vaughan Dorothy Burch Nedra Hammond Betty Plummer Under the capable instruction of Mrs. Reese basketball practices were held weekly. The girls learned the fundamentals of the games and when they were well prepared, an inter-class tournament was held. The Junior Girls were eliminated in the semi-finals. The scores of the games were: Juniors vs. Sophomores 15-7 juniors vs. Seniors 9-10 Juniors vs. Freshmen 26-28 juniors vs. Seniors 12-15 The girls and the positions they played are: Forwards Guard: Nena Emery, Cap ain Nedra Hammond Dottie Austin Virginia Foster Elizabeth Marden Anita Jacobs Marjorie Vaughan Nancy Brooks Until the athletic field is in condition for either softbal or field hockey, Mrs. Reese is coaching the girls in calisthenics. A large number of the junior girls have turned out. They are as follows: Nena Emery Nedra Hammond Dottie Austin Mary Crawford Marjorie Vaughan Betty Plummer Evelyn Webendorfer Nancy Brooks Beverly Bradbury Regena Conroy Anita Jacobs Muriel Kenniston We feel certain that all of the girls have enjoyed the time spent on athletics this season. We also wish to extend our appreciation to Mrs. Reese for giving us her time and efforts. N. H. and V.F. BETTER LATE THAN NEVER Who's Mrs. Willey's favorite pin-up boy? Who's Mrs. Willey's pride and joy? Who keeps her company after school, Cause by being late, he broke a rule? He seems to think that being on time Is too much troublwbeing late suits him fine. Or perhaps he knows Mrs. Willey is lonely Passing the hours with her typewriter only. He sits in the office, if merely to snooze, You've guessed it by now-it's Donald Hughes. E. W. 144 1 HAT? Someone may write a sonnet about your Easter bonnet, But simple verse fits well all hats like these. I fear your taste is putrid, For frankly dear, it's stupid. Looks like a halo with a few accessories. So now I must acknowledge why I am soft as porridge When you say please and give those little sighs, Your countenance is beaming With unfamiliar gleaming It's worth five bucks to see it in your eyes. M. C. MY DREAM The boys were all returning From victory they had won, And all our hearts were yearning To see them one by one. In my dream they all returned The boys from distant shores- Our brothers, sweethearts and wives Were home together once more. They didn't try to be heroesg These brave Americans of the dayg They did it for us and their country And to preserve the U. S. A. They didn't brag of honors, Or the brave deeds they had done They didn't think of the medals In the great war they had won. I never wished my dreams true But this one has caused a tear, For I felt so sad and lonely To awake, and the end wasn't here. You may think me sentimental, But someday this will end, And those touches that are gentle Will be just around the bend. B. S. 4451 O ODE TO N'ABAGAIL Oh Naba! What a sweet old car, Her Chassis's been both near and far, She has windows, lights, and fenders, too, While her body's painted a dingy blue. And when she rumbles down the street, One hears the sound of fleeing feet. They do have reason Cthat is no pun,J just ask our Mr. Purinton! Her brakes are poor, her tires-alas! You'd think the things were made of glass! She leaks the cold, her heater's poor, And she will only close one door. She isn't licensed-it's the truth, No tires inspected, gas coupons loose. Hard to start-the battery's low I-ler differential's full of snow. Five gallons of gas gets 40'miles, I step on the throttle-and she just smiles! Her lights are gone and so's the horn, And magic holds the fenders on. In high her top speed's 60. fThat is only on a slantj Cause on the level doing 30 Makes her puff and wheeze and pant. The tires are mighty flimsy, And at that there's only four, But since she has that number wheels, What use has she of more? Whenever I want to go somewhere, I get in N'aba with a confident air But she sits there with a nasty leer, And just refuses to go in gear. Oh, she's a honey, that's no crack. She'll take you there-and sometimes back In beautiful shape-she'll still go far- iA'n'yiQ5dy 'QAAL 25' Lily' 5'5gfi?1'p' W. S. 1451 1 I SGPHCMORE Class Cfficers 1,7'65ifIl671l . .loyce Almonte Vice Prexidenl . Floyd Temple Sffretar-v . . Evelyn Frederick Treasurer .... Philip Bickford Claw fldvixon' Miss Brastow and Mrs. Sherman F! J EDITORIAL BOARD Editor-in-Chiay' . Axxistanl Edilom' Sophomores Joyce Almonte Philip Bickford Bruce Coates Elizabeth Cole . Roland Cook Olivia Danielson Ernest DeRaps Ruth Doyle Richard Dunphy Kathleen Foster Evelyn Frederick Eileen Getchell Elaine Gibbs Lawrence Giovannucci Doris Goodrich Edna Graham Lorraine Grignon Melvin Havey Basil Heffren Dona Hodgins Gordon Hodgkins Shirley Holt Dorothy Hughes Barbara Humphrey Betty Hunt Lorraine Karam Walter Kennedy Evelene Lancaster Edna Langley Beverly VVithee 149 Joyce Almonte Jeanette VVebb Louise Morton Richard Sirois Robert Sirois Blair Libby Thelma Langley Blair Libby Dorothy Maynard Merlon Maxwell Susan Morrell Louise Morton Wilson Nason Martha Peppard Earl Ramsdell Donald Randall Jane Reed Mary Schissler Ruth Shaw John Shorey Wallace Short Sidney Shuman Richard Sirois Robert Sirois Muriel Spencer Marion Stewart Paul Susi Doris Swift Floyd Temple Kenneth Tibbetts Merlon Tilton Raymond Tweedie Jeannette Webb Roland Webber Geneva White CAT KING DOM john and I had beeniworking on that experiment for months. At last it was completed. Vlie had finally found a serum to increase our size many times. VK'e drew straws to see which one the serum would be used on. I was the lucky one. John cleaned my arm with alcohol and injected the serum into it. Almost immediately I began to feel queer. Suddenly everything turned black. When I awoke, I could hear a noise like thunder, and I was sitting on something soft and warm. I couldn't quite make out where I was when suddenly there was a loud ringing noise. The thing I was sitting on moved, and I found myself on a hard, white, shiny, Hat thing. At last it dawned on me where I was. Something had gone wrong. I had shrunk instead of growing larger. I was on my laboratory table. The soft thing had been john's hand, and the thunder his voice. The ringing must have been the telephone, and John had gone to answer it. Hearing a scratching sound behind me, I turned around to see Tabby, john's cat, bearing down on me. She spoke to me, and because of my size, I could understand her. You humans have kicked us poor cats around for centuries, she said to me. Now we are going to show you what it is like. But, Tabby, I cried, haven't I always been good to you? Yes, replied Tabby, but it is written in our books that many years ago you had a kitten which you made very miserable by putting clothes pins on her tail. But I was only a child, I argued, but to no avail, for she picked me up with her mouth and jumped from the table. All my struggling was in vain. I couldn't get away from her, I remembered how cruel I had seen cats be to mice, tormenting them for hours before killing them. She carried me out through a window, scaring the wits out of me as she dropped the four or five feet to the ground. She carried me to the out- skirts of the city where there was an old deserted house. She looked around carefully and then made a rush for a cellar window. In that house were cats of all descriptions-long cats, short cats, lean cats and fat cats, rich cats, poor cats, pretty cats and homely Cats. . Tabby seemed to be their leader, for they all bowed down to her as she passed, and they followed along behind her as we continued. Now I knew where I had been taken, I was in Cat Kingdom, a place seldom heard of after one has passed from childhood to manhood. Tabby set me down, and two other cats, one a beautiful black Tom, tied me with some twine, leaving my legs free that I might walk. Then Tabby informed me that I was to see what no other human had seen, her king- dom. The first room she brought me into smelled strongly of catnip, and there were a few cats who had indulged a little too much. These were unable to fol- low the rest of the throng. The next room was filled with squealing mice in I50 I- v-lilll little wire cages. Tabby informed me that they were the winter's supply. VVe passed through room after room of things to make a cat happy. Finally we reached a door which was guarded by two of the fiercest cats I had ever seen. Here the majority of the cats left us and returned to their own rooms, leaving only Tabby, the big Black, and a selected few to enter the room. It was a court room. They had taken me here to see what they were to do with me. It made me sick. What had I ever done to deserve such a fate! My very life depended on this handful of dumb Cats. They weren't very long deciding. They were to have a celebration the next day. Fifteen mice and I were to be cooked in a stew. They took me back to the room with the captive mice. There they put me in a cage with a little white mouse. The mouse spoke to me, for she was one of my own who had disappeared from my laboratory. I spent the night racking my brain for a way to escape. I promised Miss Mouse I would save her, too, ifI could, but I could see no way for either of us to escape. Miss Mouse was talking to me when suddenly she began to shrink. I could no longer understand her. The cage was shrinking, too. At last I was saved! The serum had worn off, and I was growing. ,As my size increased the cage broke. I picked up Miss Mouse, put her in my pocket and left as fast as I could. To this very day I have a distaste for all cats, and Miss Mouse still lives in luxury in my old slipper. L. M. ONCE I WAS HAPPY I am now the very sad door-sill of a rather poorly furnished but neat little house, on just a plain, common street, in a very small town. Up until yesterday I was one of the happiest door-sills in town. Laughing children tripped over me. There was a small boy and girl who often played about me. Besides those two, there was another slightly older little girl who was often near me, but was unable to run and play. Although she had to stay in her wheelchair, she often laughed with the other children. I have often wished that the day would come when she, too, might run over me and step upon me. Now I guess that day will never come. Yes, I have also witnessed many sad moments. I have come to realize that life would be worthless without some disappointments. They sort of make you appreciate your happier moments more. This is one of my saddest moments. I had never stopped to think that this might happen. Why are you so unhappy? you ask. The reason is this. The family that I have grown to think so much of is now moving away. That is, all but one of them. Mr. Smith, the children's father, has quietly passed away. It was really quite a shocking surprise to all of us. Then, that telegram came from his mother asking the rest of the family to come and live with her. 451 I Y Y Well, they're moving away forever. 'I'hat's why I feel as I do. I am getting rather old and ricketty myself and expect to be destroyed or to fall apart most any day now, but as long as I do stay here, I shall remember only the pleasant things which I have encountered. The merry laughter of the children shall never vanish from my thoughts. M. S. INTRODUCING MOSE MOUSE Mose Mouse is, as you might expect, a mouse. He has a long tail, two eyes, two ears, a head and some whiskers. In fact Mose looks just like any mouse that your cat, Stinky, might catch, but of course he isn't. Mose has a brain, and, furthermore, he uses it. One morning as Mose climbed out of his hole in the top of the piano, slid down the sheet music, and landed with a loud bang on Middle C, I noticed a worried look in his eye. VVhile taking his morning exercise, riding from room to room on the top of the vacuum cleaner, I inquired what was the matter. Stubby, he said, for that's my name, the world is beckoning me. I must seek my fortune on this war-torn earth. Iam going tojoin the army. No, no, I screamed, Mose, you can't! How will I ever get along without you? I can't bear it, Mose, I can't bear it. The salt tears rolled down my cheeks and formed large drops on my chin where they slowly dripped down into Mose's open mouth. Realizing that he hadn't had his breakfast, I hurried into the kitchen to scramble some Hy's eggs and to squeeze some prune juice. After eating, Mose rushed back to the parlor, climbed up the curtain, jumped, landed on the top of the piano and scurried down the hole. He closed up his house, packed his red Hannels in the cedar chest away from Mildred Moth, donned his uniform and paraded back into the kitchen. I had just Finished packing his K rations which consisted ofa dead grasshopper, three raisins, a tablespoon of Hour and two ounces of cocoanut oil, when Mose again appeared in the doorway. My heart skipped a beat. Donald Duck couldn't have looked a bit better in a uniform than my Mose. Yes, Mose would have even shown up his third cousin, Micky Mouse. Perhaps Clark Gable has a slight lead, but of course Clark Gable is an exception. Yes, there he stood, a helmet Qhalf of a walnut shellj on his head, a silk hankie tied on his back in case he should fall off a beam, and a toothpick, the most deadly of all weapons, slung over his shoulder. Giving him his pack, I kissed him goodby and watched him march down the patch towards the barn. And so, my friends, here we leave Private Mose Mouse on his way to fight the enemy, the rats in the barn. How will Mose like the army and how will the Sergeant like his new recruit? Be sure to read tomorrow's chapter of this exciting new serial entitled Reveille. R. S. 'I52 I' .iv-1' uv- 'H , Q HOME EC CLASS In Home Ee class we are learning To clean, to cook, to sewg We make many diH'erent dishes And we mix up fancy dough. VVe can run an electric sewing machine An electric stove as wellg We can make a pair of pajamas Almost good enough to sell. I We can sew on buttons like everything, We can mend all tears and holes, VVe can wash all kinds of dishes Without breaking half the bowls.. We know how to sweep floors clean And get up all the dirt and dustg We have learned to do these things Because Miss Brastow says we must. When we girls are graduated And leave this school for good, We'll be able to keep a home-at least Miss Brastow thinks we should! E. G. GOSSIP Most people think gossip is just gossip but it isn't. There are five different kinds of gossip. The first is the goose type. This is the type that goes around gobbling up spicy bits of information about anyone or anything. You will find people of this type mostly on the streets and at drugstore fountains. Next comes the mosquito gossips. These people are always buzz- ing in your ears unkind things about other people. They are always trying to make you bitter against other people. Then comes the old hen type. This gossip is usually found when two women meet over the fence gate or while on their way shopping. They usually start pecking at someone and keep this up until they can't think of any- thing more to say. Next comes the buzzard gossip. This type is a lowly person who watches you like a hawk, and when you do something wrong, he spreads it all over town making it much worse than it really is. Last of all comes the snake type. He coils up along the roadside waiting for a victim to come along. When you arrive he strikes at you where it will hurt you the most. He sometimes ruins your reputation. Perhaps, by these types of gossip you will remember and be more considerate of others when you feel inclined to say something about them. Robt. S. 1531 A PIONEER'S DEATH Beneath the pines by the river wide, The fire was burning low. Old Pete lay by his arrows side, Near his death bed was his bow. For sixty years he had traveled afar, And many a battle he'd seen On his face were thousands of scars, But his faded blue eyes were keen. His gray hair ruffled in the breeze, His clothes were tattered and torn The setting sun that shone through the trees, Showed up the clothes he had worn.' Pete had been shot and left to die, And he knew his time had come At last he heaved a mighty sigh, And he could hear the angels hum. At last it was over-Pete was dead- A lovely way he had died For the pines had made a sheltering bed, Now he lay by God's own side. S. H. THE ADVANTAGES OF A HOME ECONOMICS COURSE Although during the last few years more and more women are en- tering into the business world and defense work to show men that they are capable of holding positions, there are still many who prefer home making. To the person who intends to devote her life to home making, a course in Home Eco- nomics would probably be of more use than any other offered by the school. Even women who are in business or defense work do not often escape entirely from household drudgeryn and would End this course a great help. Besides cooking and caring for the home, Home Economics also takes up the subject which is of utmost importance to every girl or woman, no matter what her life work may be. This subject is, of course, clothes. We are taught to consider the style, pattern, design, fabric and colors suited to our particular type. It also teaches us how to dress for business, for afternoon and for evening. All of these facts are necessary for every one to know and use if she wishes to become successful. We have also been taught to do our work neatly and methodically. Everything that we have taken up, we feel sure will be useful to us at some future time. E. G. fl54l AVIATION The dawn is just breaking as a group of men walk out to a long line of dark, sleek objects, still half invisible in the early morning light. They cast long shadows that create an eerie effect. As the sun's first rays break through, they disclose the long line of objects to be the mighty Queens of the Sky, the B-17 Flying Fortresses. A quick command breaks the early morning stillness. Numbers 10, 14, 22, 18, 35, 16, warm up! Farther down the line another command is given. Instantly red blasts leap out from exhausts as the mighty motors come to life. After five minutes of warming up, an order comes to prepare for takeaolf. A final gunning of the motors and the giant birds start down the runway, leave the ground and climb to formation. Their noses are pointed toward Germany on a mission of destruction. Noon Finds 200 Forts slamming into a vital military artery in Germany. They encounter tighter opposition and anti-aircraft fire. A Fort on the tail wing of Flight 3 goes down, leaving a trail of black, swirling smoke, a grim reminder of the death around and below them. Terrific explosions rock the earth. Another deadly blow is delivered by a hard-hitting team of Forts. Finally, all bomb-racks empty, the Forts head for home! With their guns the Forts spit death at their aerial opposition. The battle continues until they are well away from the target. At the first breathing opportunity, the voice of the Squadron commander is heard over the interplane phone. Well, boys, that's that! What ya say we get home and get sumpin' to eat? At dusk a battered, battle-toughened force of bombers lay at rest at a base somewhere in England. They've had a tough day of it. Sure, the Jerries are tough, but Forts,' are tougher! L. G. SOPHOMORE GIRLS' SPORTS Two sports have enthusiastically been battled out by the girls this year. The fall sport was volleyball while the highlights of the winter was intramural basketball. The volleyball teams were made up of girls from all classes. Members of the Sophomore class to receive credit towards their M letter were: Ruth Shaw, Jeanette Webb, Ruth Doyle and Joyce Almonte. The basketball teams were divided according to the classes. During the last weeks of the season a tournament was held, from which the seniors emerged the victors. The Sophomores first attempt against the Juniors was to no avail. They were defeated by a score of 15 to 7. The Frosh also followed suit by a score of 37 to 5. One more chance remained, the Seniors. Although the Sopho- mores held it to a tie of 6 to 6 until the first half, the battle was lost to the Seniors. The final score was 24 to 8. ' Those from the Sophomore class receiving credit were: Donna Hodgins, Ruth Doyle, Joyce Almonte, Shirley Holt, Jeanette Webb, Ruth Shaw. Substitutes: Louise Morton, Doris Swift. A. -1551 l A JOKES Evelyn Frederick was walking along the path, plucking Howers. In the yellow heart of a ladyslipper, she found a little brown bee. Her first impulse was to shake him out of his honeyed abode, but she looked at his velvety body and felt sorry for the bee-so she moved on, leaving him untouched. But as she turned away, thinking these pure, sweet thoughts, the darned thing stung her. Mr. Lowell: Mr. Shuman, I guess I'll have to start giving you some easier algebra problems. Slzuman: Why? Mr. Lowell: So your father can do them better. Ruth Shaw: Lorraine, what's worse than raining cats and dogs? Lorraine: Hailing taxicabs. Randolph: Don, who was that blonde I saw you with Saturday night? Don: I don't knowg when I took my bill fold out she popped up. Mr. Bryant: What happens when the human body is completely immersed in water? Sidney S.: The telephone rings. Clerk: Well, young man, what will you have? Mike T.: Aw, I can't remember what mother told me to get in this jug. Clerk Cloaking over eounterj: What jug? Mike T.: Well, what do you know, I forgot the jug. Bob Sirois: A hundred years ago my ancestors were perfect savages. Merlon Tillon: You wouldn't know it was as long as that. Paul Suri: VVould you like to see a model home? Philip Biekford: Sure! 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David Macken dssistanl Edilors Eunice Soule FRESHMEN Mary Ackroyd Maybelle Avery Barbara Bickford Shirley Bradbury Shirley Brooks Vera Chapman Marilyn Cianchette Paul Clark Barbara Cole Maynard Collamore Alfred Cookson Lendal Dahlgren Rita Dahlgren Glenys Dunton Francis Fernald Coburn Finnemore Jean Finnemore Gerald Fitts Colleen Ford Phyllis Frederick Mildred Gallison Ethelyn Grindell Frances Hamilton Hazel Hammond Thelma Hopkins Robert Hughes William Ingraham -I60 Alice Wright Cecil McLaggan Gerald Eitts Joan Tinkham Eva Johnson Barbara Kennedy Ernest Killam David Macken Doris Mailman Cecil McLaggan Elizabeth Merrithew Gladys Morrell Martin Nason John Reidy Beverly Robinson Nathalie Rogers Malcolm Rollins Marjorie Shakespeare Phyllis Shaw Eunice Soule Pauline Spencer Marie Tasker Richard Tibbetts VVinfield Tilton Joan Tinkham Margaret Webb Leonard White Marilyn Whitman Gloria Wiley Alice Wright Russell Wright , MT, , FRESHMAN PRIZE SPEAKING The Freshman Prize Speaking Contest, one of the Freshman's most important events of the year, was held in Powers Hall on the evening of January 27, 1944. The speakers and their selections were as follows: At the Swimming Pool ........ Joan Tinkham How Yimmie Tendea' the Baby . . Malcolm Rollins The Little Minute Man . Gladys Morrell Making a Man Out of the Boy . . . Paul Clark The Death Disk . . . . Barbara Bickford Hia Christmas Gyft . . Gerald Fitts Brother-in-Love .... . Maybelle Avery The Creed Q' the Youthful Patriot . . Cecil McLaggan The Soft Spot in B606 ......... Gloria Wiley flin't No Deer ......... Vlfinfield Tilton, Jr. Alternate for the boys was Lendal Dahlgren. First prize winners were Gloria VViley and Cecil McLaggan. Second prize winners were Maybelle Avery and Gerald Fitts. Coach Miss Lucile de Reynolds YOUTH IN A WORLD AT WAR Youth in these abnormal war years is confronted with the following main problems: Clstj lack of school spirit and co-operation, C2ndj disrupted home life, C3dD increaseof the number of strangers in towns and cities. The lack of school spirit and co-operation are due partly to a feeling of insecurity because of the fact that boys know that upon reaching 18 they are ready for induction into some branch of the armed services. They seem to feel, What's the use to study or co-operate in any way? This is reflected in their attitudes daily. It is up to the serious minded youth of today to remind these short-sighted ones that there will be years of life after the war, and it is up to our generation to take up the reins of government, business and education, therefore, we must be preparing ourselves by studying these things as they are and as they should be. Another cause for the lack of co-operation is due to the curtail- ment of school activities, caused by the shortage of teachers. Owing to this lack of school activities young people get into the habit of doing things which they in ordinary times wouldn't think of doing. A remedy for this is for Youth groups in churches to increase their efforts to interest all the young people. In our own town there is need for much more recreation. Because of the fuel shortage the church cannot be open to the young people as it should be. The construction of a good park, as is proposed, would furnish an excellent source of recreation. A disrupted home life is caused by fathers and older brothers in the armed services, mothers and older sisters working and the younger ones left to run as they please. Churches and other organizations, in many places, have met this problem by establishing day nurseries which the young people 4611 have helped to run and maintain. But it still leaves a teen-age group with nothing to do in its spare time. The increase of the number of strangers in a community, bringing with them different ways of living and thinking causes conflict in young people's minds. To help settle this conflict of ideas these young strangers should be cordially invited to attend youth group meetings, thereby bringing about a better understanding of each other. Here is an illustration of what I have been trying to say. A certain member of a young people's group' came into his minister's study one day, after an absence of many months. He was at Pearl Harbor and since then had been in the South Pacific. The minister was glad to see him, for he wanted to know what, besides prayers and gifts and letters, people might do for this boy as well as others. The member of the young people's group didn't answer in words. He answered by handing the minister a large check for the church. A large check from a serviceman! VVhat did he mean? I-lis answer was unmistakable. He wants us to maintain a strong church. He wants the church here when he returns. The young people all over the United States are doing a fine job meeting and solving these problems, but they also need encouragement from the adults and co-operation from all the young people to keep on meeting and solving these problems as they appear. The young people can and will come through these abnormal war years keeping their high ideals, with the co-opera- tion of all who have the interests of youth at heart. D. M. PEARL HARBOR On October 25, 1941, I left by steamer from San Francisco. It was a wonderful trip, and I enjoyed every minute of it. As we were relaxing on the deck, bathing in the sunshine, we never thought that within a few short months, we would be forced into a bloody war with The Land of the Rising Sun. A week later we sailed serenely into the calm watersiof Pearl Har- bor. There were many warships there, and among them I recognized the Arizona and the Oklahoma. As we drew up to the wharf, a japanese cargo vessel drew my attention. It was just putting out to sea, and little yellow men could be seen scurrying about the decks. After we landed, we went by taxi to Hickam Field and were taken to the C.O. As I was a steamshovel operator, I was put to work the next morning on the lower end of one of the landing strips. Fighter planes roared over con- tinually, and it made me wonder whether there was any Air Force in the world as large as Uncle Sam's. I At lunch hour every day the workers and flyers all thronged to the shabby restaurant at the edge of the field. The proprietor was a little, buck-toothed Jap that I disliked from the start. He was too curious about how our work was coming along and what those new planes were. On that fateful Sunday, a friend ofmine, a Lieutenant in the Marine Corps, inquired if I would like to accompany him on a patrol flight to the east of the Islands. I accepted immediately and at 8 A.M. we took off in a Grumman Avenger. As soon as we had risen into the sky, I began to get homesick for that Piper Cub I had left in the U. S. A. We went on a long flight around the eastern h 4621 part of the Islands with nothing unusual happening. Then as we were returning home, we noticed in the distance unusual, huge billows of smoke floating skyward. My friend told me to put on my earphones. I did, and to our amazement all we could hear was a jumble of monkey jabbering. My friend shouted, laps, and we knew something had happened. He pulled the throttle wide open and we headed toward the held. As we came over Pearl Harbor, we discovered much of the smoke was coming from there, and to our dismay we saw our huge warships toppled over on their sides and smoke pouring from them. This sight made us very angry that those dirty, yellow fishermen could do this to us and we had not been there to do our part. OH' toward Hickam Field we saw several squadrons of planes diving and circling like angry buzzards. It was then that the idea came into my head, that the sneaky ,lap at the restau- rant probably had a wireless set and that might be the reason for his disappear- ance this morning. As we neared the field, we found Jap planes smashed on the ground and others in dogfights with our planes that had managed to get off the ground without being bombed and strafed. Our planes were doing all right for themselves and many Zeros could be seen going down in flames. Un- fortunately, our planes were far outnumbered so we immediately decided to get into the fray with myself as rear gunner. We had downed two Zeros when a bullet got my friend, rendering him unconscious. I pulled him out of his seat, took over the controls and landed the plane without mishap, dodging several bomb craters. An ambulance raced across the bomb-shattered field toward us. It was then I discovered I was bleeding and had taken a bullet through the shoulder. And then-I woke up! I found I had been dreaming, fell out of bed, and was still too young to join the Air Corps. W. T. AN EVENTFUL DAY Today is a new day. I wonder what I will find to interest me. You might not think that a little brown and white puppy like me would find anything of interest during the day, but you should hear. For instance, there was yesterday. VVhat a day! My mistress works in a defense plant and my master is a Marine, so I have from seven to three all to myself. Yesterday my mistress overslept and was in such a hurry that she forgot to close the bedroom door to keep the little devil Qmej out. No sooner had she closed the apartment door than I began to explore. Happily I hurried through the open bedroom door and found many things that would make an interesting day. I scampered to a chair and got a better look. There was an- other door just barely open. Ijumped down and pattered over to it. With the help of my paw, I got it open enough for me to go through. I walked in to find a pair of slippers I had been forbidden to touch. I took one up and gave it a big shake. As I did I brushed against something soft and fuzzy. It was my mistress's evening cloak, but I didn't know that at the time. I dropped the slipper and turned on the big black thing. I leaped for it and began biting and growling. When I thought it had enough, I gave a savage growl and scampered back to the bedroom. I climbed up on a high desk and to my surprise found i63 I another dog already on it. He looked friendly so I wagged my tail. It hit a lamp and knocked it to the floor. It broke. I looked at my friend and wanted him to come and play with me. He didn't want to come, I guess, for every time I turned to go, he turned the other way. I decided that if he wouldn't come with me I would go with him. I gave a big leap and the next thing I knew I was on the floor with bits of shiny stuff all around me. I got up and jumped back on the desk to see if my friend was all right. I-Ie had gone. That didn't worry me, and I looked for something else to interest me. There were all sorts of smelly bottles on the desk, and if one didn't please me I knocked it to the Hoor. I came upon some powder, and as it smelled good I took a big sniff. It made me sneeze so much I got angry and knocked that off with the smelly stuff. I jumped down but unfortunately landed right in the middle of that terrible smell. Everywhere I went after that, the smell went too. I then went into the living room and saw the piano. I got up on the seat and put my front feet on the white keys. A noise came out, but it wasn't loud enough for me so I got on it with all four feet. The music slid to the floor in a swirling arc. It was fun to watch. I went near the couch, for I was getting tired. There sat a big fat pillow. I didn't like the looks of it so I gave it a good teething. It began to tear and soft white cotton began to come out. When there was no more cotton in the pillow, I settled down to sleep. Sometime later I heard my mistress come in, and I went to meet her. Was she surprised to see the living room! There were cotton and piano music all over everything. She started to scold me, but it wasn't until she went into the bedroom that she really got angry. The shiny material that had stunned me I found to be a mirror. The broken lamp added to the floor show. A slipper was peeking from behind the other door, and the smell was terrific. When she got through with me last night, I couldn't sit down, but I feel fine today. I wonder what will take place when she leaves this morning. I-I. I-I. CIVIC RESPONSIBILITY OF BOYS AND GIRLS Acquiring an education is one ofithe most important things a boy or girl has to do. If a person expects to be a common laborer or go into the armed services, he should have at least a high school education. Education forms the basis of every person's life. A person applying for a position is asked the question, How much education have you had? To acquire a strong body is a duty we owe to ourselves. It is possible to do this by exercising daily. For us who go to school, there are various kinds of sports which are good exercise. We owe a strong body to our country as well as to ourselves. What would we do now without the millions of strong men and women for our army, navy, and marines! Good habits are also most important. Clean living is a habit which every one should have while at home, in sports, and in business. Thrift is an excellent habit to form while you are young. Start saving your dimes and quarters by investing in defense stamps. That's one way of helping our country and making a profit. These few facts will help us to realize the duty we owe ourselves and our country. M. C. 'I64 1' v- -7'--H v --ff -Y -- FORESTS The forest paths are green and cool, The timber line unbroken, The chipmunks chatter in their play This, is the forest's token. Green leaves dancing in the sunlight, As it strives to shine between, The matted tangle of forest growth, All this, and more I've seen. One tree, the tall majestic pine, Seems to till me with reverent awe. Its stately boughs seem to dominate Like a magistrate of the law. Its pine needles send a fragrance That is better by far, I know, Than the costliest perfumes of Paris, Where wine, like rivers flow. The small brook seems to murmur A poem, as it softly flows Through green pools lined with needles Then, onward, forever it goes. Onward it Hows, forever free, And then, as it tops the fall, In mighty swirls it throws itself Down where the rapids call. Leaping, twisting, swirling, Into every crevasse and pool, And then, as Peace reigns once more, Flows onward calm and cool. Though chipmunks may leave us, and rivers go The forests leave us? Never! For something in their bearing tells me Forests remain forever. E. S. 1651- A TALE OF WOE This is the tale of an Indian maid and relates why a beautiful lagoon deep in a dark forest is never visited by the wandering tribes of Indians. Once this beautiful place was a scene of great activity, many Indian families lived on the shore. Living in this tribe was Red Wing, the most beautiful of all Indian maids, who married Strong Eagle, a handsome but lazy warrior. Red Wing soon regretted her-marriage, for Strong Eagle would do nothing, not even hunt for food. So, every morning she arose with the sun, cleaned the tent, gathered food to last Strong Eagle all day and left for the fields of maize which must be tended very carefully all the time. Soon she became very weary of the hard work she was doing and tried to reason with Strong Eagle, but to no avail. One night she came home from the fields feeling more depressed than ever. She decided to talk to the greatest seer in the tribe, the Chief. The Chief was a very grave and stately man, and as Red Wing told him her pathetic tale he felt sorry for her but told Red Wing she must do as she thought best. That night when she arrived home, she found Strong Eagle sprawled on the floor, the smell of fire-water very heavy on his breath. She could not bear it any more. She left the tent and ran to a cliff over-hanging the deepest part of the lagoon. The longer she stood and looked into the deep shadowy water the more certain she became that this would be her grave. She plunged in and her body ,was never found. Soon after. all the Indians moved away, and since then very few people have visited this beautiful place where Red Wing lies. Who knows, if you visit it some dark night may be you will hear her mournful story. P, S. THE JOLLY GHOST It was a cold night, well, not too cold, that is, not for a ghost. The castle looked dark and gloomy in the twilight. At a distance, ifone listened, one could hear the moaning of the trees, swaying back and forth, as the wind played tag, rushing in and out among them. Or one could hear the hoot of an owl and other animals of the night, but let's venture along to the castle and see if there really is such a thing as a ghost, especially a jolly ghost. Of course, if you're afraid, you can pull the covers of the bed over you and you might- let us say, lie shivering, but ofcourse you aren't afraid of ghosts when there aren't any, or are there? Let's see what happens to the people who only this afternoon were picnicking in the woods. It was six o'clock in the afternoon when Mary Allen and her brother, Tom, were ready to go home, but as fate would have it, it started to rain. They ran for the path that would take them home. In their hurry, they took the wrong path, so instead of Ending themselves nearer home, they were deeper in the woods. By this time it was getting so dark they could hardly see ahead of them, and then, their eyes popped open in wild surprise, for there, not forty yards before them, stood the castle of old John Fogg. They had heard of this castle in these woods, but nobody ever dared to go near it. They were soaking wet and had to have shelter, so Tom, taking 'I66 I pw-i his sister by the hand, started toward the castle. Suddenly! A-who-oo-o-o- ooo! Mary cried out and clung closer to her brother. Then her fear left her, for over the door stood an owl, watching her. Tom laughed at his sister when he saw the owl. ' Then becoming sober, he looked at his sister and said, Mary, do you think it's true what people say about this castle? I-I don't kn-know. I heard some people tell about it the other day, and they said that John Fogg was working in the saw mill. He slipped and the saw went right through his neck, cutting his head off. We know that's true because we went to his funeral. Didn't he have some trouble with a relative of his? Tommy interrupted. I think so, don't interrupt me. Now people that have come near here say they have heard moaning noises, and it is rumored that someone got into the castle and saw John Fogg walking around with his head in his hands. Nobody goes in there. Sh-should we go i-i-in? I guess we'll have to, we can't stay here in the rain, Tom said. So the two walked to the door, opened it and went in. Tom lit a match to find they were in a large room. He saw the fireplace, which was all ready to light, but when Tom struck another match and touched it to the kindling wood, the light went out! A blinding glare lighted up the wall in front of the fireplace. There, facing them, was john Fogg with lus head in his hand. hlary screanied, then they backed to the door. 'They opened the door to lind that it lead to another room instead of out of doors, a fact which they couldn't understand because they had distinctly come in through thatdoon They saw another door in front of themg they ran and opened it, Hh4ary,look!H Tlnn gasped in surprke. hiary started to speak, but'fon1in- terrupted her. Be quiet, Mary. I see it all now. It wasn't John Fogg that we saw. It was only a moving-picture machine image which flashed it on the wall before us. They closed the door and listened. ja, guess we got rid of them all right. Tom looked through the key hole to see a man press a button which opened part of the wall. The man went down the steps leading into a cellar. Tom and Mary went up to the wall. Tom pressed the button and the waH opened up. 'They stood at the head of the staus and lktened again. They heard the same voice. ja, we get rid of them snoopers good. I think they'll be the last to come near hereg better send this information out now. Here, Hans, Fritz, help him. ' Hhlaryl good heavens!C3ernians! 'Things are beginning to conie clear now. We came through a door but not that one. You see, he pushed a lever changing the room around, but he didn't do it intentionally. They think they've scared us out. Also, Mary, John Fogg was murdered. The Nazis wanted this castle because there's an Army Base near here. They can get information and give it to the Germans. They pushed Mr. Fogg into the saw. With the moving picture machine and records, they have scared people away by making them believe it's haunted. They made that flash of light with car lights. All 'l67l 'Y' V-un they had to do was press a button and Hash Mr. Fogg's picture on the wall. Tom and Mary rushed out of the castle, for they knew the way home from there. They called the police. The Nazis were put in jail to await trial. Now that the mystery had been cleared up, Mary and Tom went back to the castle and went into the living room. They were laughing about the incident that had happened the night before. They thought how scared and silly they were to think there were any ghosts. Ha, ha, ha, a series oflaughs was heard. So you don't believe in ghosts? They turned and there in the mirror they saw- Mary gasped, John Foggl i VVell, dear readers, they were out of there before you could count Five. Now we know there are no such things as ghosts, don't we? Maybe- maybe- we're wrong-what do you think-ah! N. R. SPORTS This year the Freshman girls took an active part in athletics. We started the sport season with volley ball in the fall. The girls that earned points toward their letter were: Margaret Webb, Alice Craig, Phyllis Frederick, Frances Hamilton, Gloria VK iley, Betty Merrithew and Marilyn Cianchette. After ending the volley ball season we started basketball. The first game of the tournament we played against the Seniors in which we lost by one basket, 14 to 12. Not discouraged we took on those husky Sophomores and won our first great victory with a score of 37 to 5. After winning that game we chal- lenged the juniors and defeated them 25 to 23. After winning two consecutive games we went back to our old rivals, the Seniors, and took a second defeat with a score which we are not proud of. Thus ended basketball. The girls who earned their points were: Marilyn Cianchette, Margaret Webb, Gloria Wiley, Alice Wright, Mary Ackroyd and Pauline Spencer. We have now started calisthenics, and many Freshman girls have turned out for it. It was very difficult for us at first, but it is easier now. As soon as the weather permits and the ground gets dry, we are going to start hockey and softball. A. W. 4681 S yum JOKES An angry subscriber, who was having trouble with the telephone, bellowed at the operator, Am I crazy, or are you?,' I'm sorr sir said the voice with a smile we do not have that yr 1 l information. Mr. Lowell: Please follow the work on the board. Hughes: Where's it going? llliss W'lzite: Where did dramas originate? Tilton: In Greece. Ingraham ffaint whisperj: They must have had a slippery foundation. Fitts: What has eighteen legs and catches Hies? Maeken.' A baseball team. lblr. Bryant: I have some sandpaper, glue, tissue paper, and balsa. What am I going to make? 'KClzink: A mess. Colleen Is Eunice Soule an active member of your Home Ec. class? Etlielyn G.: My goodness, No! She never has a word to say-- just sits there and sews all the time. llfliss White: Miss Cianchette, can you tell me the difference between perseverance and obstinacy? .Marilyn C.: One is a strong will and the other is a strong won't. MODERN VERSE Mary had a little lamb- Observe the tense, we pray-- For with the rationing of meat, She has no lamb today. llfliss White: This piece of lace is over fifty years old. Phyllis F.: Gosh, it's beautiful. Did you make it? Gerald F.: What do you think would go best with my red, green, and purple golf socks? Margie W.: Hip boots. Mr. Washburn: VVhy are pheasants about extinct? Bobby H. Cthoughyullyj: They taste too good. Cecil: Do you know the post ofiice people are awful dumb? Paul: Why? Cecil: I sent a letter to the dumbest boy in America, and it came back to me. Buddy Wright Carrested for speeding, on the way to Plymoutlzj: But, your honor, I'm an M. C. I. boy. ffudge: Ignorance doesn't excuse anybody. 4691 IF I wonder what would happen if: Barbara were Hot instead of Cole, if Colleen were a Buick instead of a Ford, if Marjorie were Hamlet instead of Shakespeare, if Shirley were Rivers instead of Brooks, if Joan were Pinkha.m instead of Tinkham, if Eunice were a heart instead ofa Soule, if Buddy were Wrong instead of Wright, if Margaret were a Spider instead of a. Webb, if Alfred were a Chefson instead of a Cookson, if john were Seedy instead of Reidy, if Mary were a Mastoid instead of an Ackroyd, if Gerald had Spells instead of Fitts, if Pauline were Tracy instead of Spencer, if Phyllis were Slaw instead of Shaw, if Paul were a Lark instead ofa Clark, if Eva were a Fredson instead of Johnson, if Leonard were Black instead of White, if Doris were a Postman instead ofa Mailman, if Beverly were Ravenson instead of Robinson. M. A. Air. Lowell: Are you finding the questions hard, my boy? P. Clark: No, sir. It isn't the questions that are worrying me it's the answers which are so elusive. Richard Tibbetts looked long and thoughtfully at the second exam ination question, which read: State the number of tons ofcoal shipped out ofthe United States in any given year. Then his brow cleared and he wrote: H1492- DY DOHC. Gloria: Give me a definition of space. Polly: I can't define it, but I have it in my head. Misa' While: What's a saw horse? 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