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The Shipbuilder A Prophecy BY CAROL LEONARD TIME - 1952 PLACE - Bus driving through New York. I reached in my cluttered purse and pulled out a well-worn dollar. I handed it to the driver. Was I surprised to see George Joseph. He gave me fifty cents back even though the price was a dollar. The bus was crowded so I took the only vacant seat. There was Betty 'Snowdale riding home to to her hubby, David Hills. She showed me her newspaper. On the Hrst page was written, Constance Bailey gets scholarship to Professor Frye's College. After a while I asked Betty what the commo- tion was. She said it was just Helen Simpson Calias Torreyj trying to handle Donald Junior and Senior. The bus swerved around and a small but live- ly man fell on my lap. It was none other than George Wyman. He said it was his stop and he had to hurry right home to Lillian, so he gave me his card and got off my lap. A well matched couple got on when George got off. Carol Newcomb! Ah excuse me, MRS. ROBERT COULTER and hubby. Oh, I wish those twins would let my hat alone. Their pretty nurse leaned over. Nancy Has- kins! I asked her who she was working for and she said The Bennetts. Who are they? I asked. Of course I knew it was Clarence and the former Betty Hayes. The bus jerked and I saw a young man with an encyclopedia walking across the street. It was Builder. I mean Mr. Builder. We started the bus once more and a tall girl caught my eye. Who was with - why, Pauline, where did you pick up Prescott and Horace? The bus stopped, so we all got out. I said goodbye to Betty and bumped into a blonde man! How could I help it? It was William Hubbard. I called a cabby and jumped in. Why Wil- liam Jackman, what are you doing here? I asked him to drive me to the nearest theatre. He had his radio going so I heard this flash - Jitterbug Oldmstead has just revealed middle name - Bonner. I paid the fee and went in the theatre. The ticket taker looked familiar and I soon found it was Louise DesJardins. I strutted in and found a seat by a small couple, Dottie and Ernest Wessman. On the stage, came a singer. She called her- self Shirley Howes. On either side of her was a girl. They called themselves Lili and Lulu. I knew when I saw them it was Kay and Bell. A dark-haired man turned around. I'm Clar- ence, he said. Jones, of course. With him was Louise Jackman. The news began and I saw Makowski and Vayens, the two great fighters, on the screen. After the main feature I went out into a little drugstore. The waitress brought some water which I gulped down, without noticing it was Marilyn Lambert. I gave my greetings and or- dered a coke. Arthur West, the jerk, I mean soda jerker, made it for me. He put too much lemon in it, but that was all right. Beside me were some newly-weds, Hall and Merita Goddard. West put on the radio which said Leslie runs fifty yard dash in four seconds flat! Who's that coming out of the phone booth? Oh, Norma! How's Junior and Bill Kenyon? Well, here's Charlie. So goodbye. ill if III lk i To All Americans By Elizabeth Jean Ross, Gr. 9 Lift your heads high, Americans! Be proud of your native land. Thank God for your fore-fathers' courage and faith And honor their hero band. Yes, honor them, Americans, Your glorious birthright, too. Make them glad that they lived and struggled and died For the freedom they gave to you. Lift your heads high, Americans! Resolve in your hearts today, To fight, and to work with all that you've got, And save freedom's dying ray. Work hard NOW, Americans, And with God's help, youlll win, And keep working hard after war has gone byg Don't stop when once you begin- Lift your heads high, Americans! And make your country the best in the world! if ll i ll ll There Is No Frigate Like ci Book It seemed as if I stood on a snow capped mountain looking out over a world unfolded before me. Below, nestled among the rolling green hills of New England, were the tiny vil- lages. Next to this scene of peace and content were the dirt and heartbreak of a London slum. To the west a determined man, clad in deerskin and holding an old rifle in his strong hands stood by a flooded river. Behind him was a covered wagon containing his family and all their world- ly belongings. Turning my eyes to the north I saw, high on a Swiss alp, a small girl and a boy outlined against a crimson sunset. It seemed that I stood there, watching the world go by. though I had not left the warm fireside - for I held in my hand a key to people's hearts, to cities, and to the world. I held a book. J. LEONARD, Gr. 10 Page Twenty