Newtown High School - Newtowner Yearbook (Elmhurst, NY)

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another job and work harder while Warren was graduating and wanted to marry. But why should he be the victim? Dick urged. He lied to himself and then told himself the most bitter truth. He, too, wouldn't be able to write another song. He got up and went to the window. In the distance he saw the horizon getting purplish-blue. He'd go and tell Warren and they would try to Work it out between them. But then one of them would have to give in and Dick felt sure that he couldn't let Warren make the sacrifice either. b Dick whirled around as his alarm clock rang. He hadn't slept a wink this night. He dressed, poured a pitcher of cold water over his head and took his books. He couldn't eat any breakfast. He met Warren after school. Hello, boy, you look as if your best friend died. Can I come with you and hear your song? Dick bit his lip. He looked faraway where the plain and the horizon met. Then he turned a steady gaze on Warren. No, he told him, the song was so terrible that I tore it up. Gee, I'm sorry old man. I hope you'll have better luck with the next. You know, I showed mine to the music department head this morning and he is convinced that Pll win a prize. Wouldn't that be swell ? You bet it would, exclaimed Dick. Come on, I'll treat you to a hot dog, I'm starvedf' And pulling Warren with him, he fairly flew down the hill. Now he knew what it meant to feel as light as a bird. ELLEN R. MAYE11 HERITAGE Because our sires fought and died At Lexington and Valley Forge To cast the tyrant yoke aside Of proud and imperious George, Because they strove for freedom's charm, And stood for Rights of Man, With heart and soul and brain and arm Let's make what sacrifice we can And win the war. J'EnEM:mH O'MAnA 6'

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After you get through here, Dick, come around to my joint and hear my song. I just sat at the piano when I suddenly got an inspiration. I don't think I could write another, I put my whole heart into this one. By the way, how is your 'opera' coming along. Fine, answered Dick handing a sundae to someone who wanted an ice cream cone. You must come around tomorrow and hear it. O.K. S'1ong pal, and Warren dodged out of the store because he had seen the boss coming. Slowly eleven o'clock came around. Dick left the store in good humor A after having treated himself to a soda at the owner's expense. He felt so free that he broke into a run. His long strides soon brought him to Warren's joint. Warren, his hair tousled, opened the door. Come in, he said, Pm still improving ' my masterpiece. He seated himself' at the piano and started playing, after ruflling his hair with a very artistic gesture. Dick listened, thinking of his own song. He felt as though he could hear it. 'Suddenly he sat up straight and listened intently. Was he dreaming? That was his song. His own l song. It was a different ver- ! Q e sion, but sure enough the theme was his. It couldn't be. He was stunned. Well, how do you like it? What's the matter with you? N-n-nothing, stammered Dick. I was just thinking. I like it a. lot. It's swell. Best thing you ever did. It was an effort for him to say any- thing at all. At night, as he tossed about in his bed, he tried to reason it all out. He was convinced that there was no foul play. It was possible for two people to have similar songs. The songs were not exactly alike and yet they dis- tinctly had something in common. Naturally, they couldn't both be entered in the contest. What should he do? If he told Warren about it he would tear it up. And Warren needed the money more than he did. He could get 5

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Letfs Keep tem Fbfing Which would we rather have Four freedoms or four tires? Whom would we rather have rule us, Americans, or those liars? Why do we waste those things That will keep America free? Make it a haven for those oppressed Away from all tyranny. Why do we just sit at home And shout for MacArthur's men, Those men who are fighting so bravely, Outnumbered by one to ten? Of course we should cheer for the soldiers But our voices won't conquer the fightg It's the men that sweat and die for the cause And suffer all day and night. Why don't we help them by buying The bonds that will win the war Send them the ships, and the tanks, and the guns To help what they're fighting for? Come on you American people, Let's keep our side from dying, Let's save our money and buy the bonds, Come on! Let's Keep 'em Flying P' Jon: Sommnn