Milo High School - Breeze Yearbook (Milo, ME)

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' A BARGAIN It is, of course, understood among all us free people that this war will eventually be won by us. But following this war, what kind of peace are we going to bargain for? Are we going to put these defeated people under military rules and punish them in general by taking all liberties from them? Or shall we bargain for a more sensible peace, one where we would treat others, even our once despised enemies, as we would have them treat us under similar con- ditions? Obviously, the latter is the method we should choose. There are some people who would crush the Germans and Japanese from the earth, but is there any such a thing as exterminating a race of people? In my opinion, this question has been answered many times over in the German occupied, countries when the iron rule of the Nazi war-lords has murdered the total population of many cities. The answer to these exploits of the Germans was a more severe retaliation by the suppressed people in the form of sabotage. .Of course, the leaders of our enemies should be punished, but the real peace should be a fair bargain made with the common people of these countries. I Marylin Buck 'LL CAMUUFLAGED ICE Why is it that practically everyone is around when you slip and fall on the ice recently camouflaged with soft snow flakes? It seems as though the people you wouldnnt want to see you fall are always there. 1 You'll be walking merrily along minding no one's busi- ness but your own, when all of a sudden you find yourself seated, and I may add, not gently. Immediately you turn to see, just a few steps behind you, some of your friends try- ing their hardest to keep from, laughing so as to save you some embarrassment. If you are lucky enough to have some- one with you, he'll give assistance in yanking you from the ground. Yes, I mean yanking. At least you feel as if those pesky- little gremlins are yanking at their hat-pins they stuck in you when you were mysteriously seated. You think that it wouldn't hurt as much if you could just sit there so the thousand little gremlins couldn't get the opportunity to rescue their hat-pins. . I guess the best relief is rubbing alcohol. Ouchl I didn't mean to mention rubbing, so I now suggest that you try sleeping face down. , 1 Muriel Carter 'L5

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school dipicma will stand a far better chance than those who have nothing to shows However, we must have workers in our factories. With Uncle Sam's needing msn and women- in the services there are many opportunities offered to youth with tempting wages. Some day these clouds will spread away and show a clear blue sky shining through, We must prepare ourselves for that time, Although many men will remain in the services to maintain a standing army, many will come home. There will be fewer Jobs with more men to fill them. Many men will find themselves without Jobs. Gur seeming blue sky stands a chance of clouding over again, and once the sky is blue, we must do our best to keep it so. ' , o There are days when these clouds seem so filled with gloom and despair that they simply overflow and enshroud the population. Don't let the low hanging clouds overshadow your life too darkly. We must look forward to the time when they will rise and disclose the gleaming future which they have been protecting. 'Each dark cloud must have a silver lin1ng.' . ' Estella Byther '44 THEY CALL ME A DRIP I am a little ralndrop. Last night I fell to the earth during a thunder shower. I landed smack in a river, Now it is morning. The day is hot and dry. The air needs more humidity, so it's time for us little drops to evaporate, After I had evaporated, a current of warm air lifted me higher and higher above the earth. It's getting cold up here so I will have to look for a dust particle to condense on. Then I hurried for the nearest cloud. I've been floating up here for two weeks now, First I was in a cumulus cloud, one that is white and fluffy like a big bunch of cotton. The sky was clear and bright then. Now' I am in a stratus cloud, one that almost completely overcasts the sky. - I am getting dark and heavy. The other 'drops dare putting on their parachutes preparing to Jump. Well, so long, for now I must precipitate. a -Gerald Tapley '48

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t MIKE'S CONSCIENCE Ever since that first day about a year ago when Little Tijo and his dog, Bimbo,entered the small town of Plaindale, the people there looked upon the ytwo with a strongpcuri- osity. But, of course, thatls because he was a forelgner, Now Plaindale is any little town in America and here gossip travels. So, Mr. Gossip donned his gayest gossip cap and made the rounds. Old ma Simpson heard he was from some place down South America--just come here to aget a change-abut not Mrs. Gale, oh no! ,He was an ex-convict or something, either on parole or finished his time--she wasnlt sure which. Well I'll not let my husband get a shave or a hair out from him-- and then Widow Smith heard another story. He was just a man, a poor barber, looking for better business and just came to try Plaindaleg that's all. ' A And so the stories went on and on. Nobody really ever knew who or what he was except that he was a little foreign man who barbered and was always'followed. by thati little black dog. And, oh what a dog! Nobody ever dared to touch it but Little Tijo himself. They lived for each other. going on a 'year now. a fine business this what went on inside They had been here in Plaindale All gossip was forgotten. He was doing little man who never let people know him. a s It was a dark, stormy night when Bimbo, the little black dog, was struck by Mike Jones's car. Mike stepped down and stood over the limp body curled on the ground. what should he do? what could he do? Poor Mike, he gzsdigifta Yguni kidiipirhaps he was going a -bit fast--but me n o --n0-- ' r to scare it--that's all- Sure' he Saw it' but he meant Mike left his oar shack. He Qrept slowly, the window. Should he kill him with rage--no That's right--place him the tragedy happened. -honest! parked a little way from Tijo's and quietly. A faint beam came from go ln and tell Tijoe.yes--but he'd -fjust leave him at the door and run. gently downf-run, run--run! Little Tijo's barber shop was closed for a week. And when he did OPGD, he seemed stranger to the ,people than he BVGIYWGS, i 9 'V 'Hear ye threatened to kill the guy wot famed yer dogy igegeyecgger catch em,u Qld Jake said as he stepped from the V VMBybe,' was all Little Tijo said. i A , Poor Mike, he .had ist his mind practically slip awe ' from the terror of his deed that terrihleu night one weei ago.. s l i Q . . K X f ,