Milo High School - Breeze Yearbook (Milo, ME)

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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 ,

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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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Mike felt weak and small as he stumbled into the barber chair+aNShave?N . - WYesrW A ' WHear ye found out the guy wot killed yer dog,' Jake said as he opened the door to leave. fFMaybe.W Mike's heart stopped its rhythmic beating. His blood seemed to stop in its journey. His breathing came hard. Little Tijo drew the curtains on the shop window. 'Wh-what ya doing that for?' Mike asked. . . 'She's almo close time.' After I finish you, I go home,' Tijo said. 'Q So Little Tijo started. The sharp razor slipped smoothly over Mikefs throat. It went slowly and steadily. Mike began to sweatg he really didn't mean to kill it-- honest--it was an accidentf-he knows--he is going to kill me--oh that razor! A I ' 'Doa-doh't kill me. I'll tell. I run over your dog ya, but I didn't mean it, honest, Honest I didn't,WMike cried out-loud, ' 'I know, my boy,W Little Tijo said. WI know the night you bring him on my steps.. I see through the window. But don't cry. I no keel you, You come with men, his voice was soft. Mike followed Little Tijo to his shack. Inside behind the stove was a box. Tijo tenderly pulled the box near Mike. Bimbo was coming along fine! I , N ' Richard Sonier fha AN ITALIAN MASTERPIEDE ' , On our piano at home we have a minature of an old man playing a cello. It was given to my father many years ago when he played' his cello. Appreciation of this art can be realized only by those who idolize music as my fathdr does, but to me it was only a trivial ornament. During the nineteenth century a monk in his leisure time accomplished this marvelous carving out of a single block of wood. It was brought to the United States in 1910