Pembroke Academy - Academian Yearbook (Pembroke, NH)

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g g , g THE ,A5CADE,MlA,,N H HOW THE HIGH SCHOOL STUDENT CAN PROMOTE BETTER CITIZENSHIP DURING THE POST-WAR PERIOD Madeleine Richard Each year a 0Good Citizenn from every secondary school in the United States is selected by the girls of the senior classes. Here at Pembroke Academy, -Hddbbttne Richard received that honor. Every contestent writes an essay on a designated subject. This essay, written by Madeleine Richard, placed second in the State of New Hampshire. In the post-war world the good citizen will be the per- son who has retained his faith in the American princi- ples of liberty and democracy who has an understanding of the post-war problems, who will not let emotions control his thinhing, and who is willn ing to assume responsibili- ties and cooperate with his government. If the high school student is to promote good citizen- ship, he must not wait until the war is over. He must be- gin now, and he must begin with himself. He must be the first to obtain the qualities of a good citizen. The high school student can do this by keeping mentally fit by tah- ing an active part in discus- sions of contemporary social, political, and economic prob- lems, and by studying history and the social sciences in- telligently. He can keep physically fit by taking part in competitive sports in his school and in his community. A5 soon as the high school student has become a better citizen himself, he ts in a position to spread his ideas of good citizenship to others. He can begin right in his own home by encouraging family discussions of current affairs and by setting and example for ,his family and friends to follow. High school student groups, such as debating clubs and discussion groups, and high school publications can do much to promote better citi- zenship in the community. i i Il

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TH5uA.Q.ADE..ML.A.N as as M E S S A G E S V I A A N G E L S Harriet Williamson nLet's have one more dance. Want to, Sal1y?n WYes, Tom, I'd love it.n It was midnight. Tom went out on duty at two every morning. Duty for Tom was ocean air patrol along the coast. He and Sally ordinarily left the ballroom sooner than this. But tonight they seemed to long to keep dancing. They had to hurry to catch the last subway to the sub- urbs at one. Instead of Tom driving over to the hangars alone, Sally decided she would take the car over and drive back, so she could be with Tom a longer time. At the air field, the wind started blowing up. There was a heavy fog to add to the million reasons why Tom didn't want to take the plane up tonight. But duty was 'job donen in Tom's outfit. As Sally watched him fixing the.plaae for tflight, she wondered why she hadn t thought of coming out with Tom before. It was so .heart- warming to watch his exact 'move- ments, his precise figuring. Tom was everything an aviator should be efficient, alert: and everything Sally wanted a humorous, fun-loving, lovable man. It was funny how Sally could still feel the tight clasp of Tom's strong arms as he had said the final good-bye. The wind from the propellars had blown his curly hair into a muddled mess, but Sally thought it was adorable. On that lonely patrol, Tom often wished he could dream a while about a certain girl he had just left. But when you're on patrol duty, there's no 'time-out,' even for dreaming. When Sally went into her cozy front-hall she didn't go right up to bed. She sat down and called the air field. It would make Tom feel good if he should find a mes- sage waiting for him when he landed. Tom thought, Ulf il con't think about Sally, I can send a message to her.' So he gave out the short, three-lettered message Sally loved to hear soggmuch. ..., ,.Thelsradioman lockedfrattier dumb at it, but quicle ly sent it out over his set. Sally's maid never reached Sally with Tom's message. There was nothing to be seen of Sa1ly's love- ly home, or Sally. There was an air raid over London last night. Sally's message never greeted Tom when he came in that night. Tom's plane had been well-sighted. There had been good marksmanship, perhaps a medal for one of those Jerry pilots. There was a raid on the coastal patrol around London lest night. 1-11-1-n: Silver by Betty Scene Morency Silver sky shovs.silver stars, They shine on silver 'bI'66S . And through the trees sweet breezes blow From off the silver seas. Silver streams of silver light, 'Lumine the garden walk: Ghostly sounds aroud us fall Like shimmering silver talk.

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H . will You Watch My Dog Raymond Fife An obliging old lady is asked by a courteous.stranger tofhold a bull dog on a leash for just a second while he runs into a house on a myster- ious errand. He never comes back. Moreover the people in thelrmse-deny that he entered. She becomes very impatient and wishes to get rid of the dog. OLD LADY: Ctalking to boy passing herl Would you like to earn a qumter? BOY: Ca tough guy of the streetsj Mem, do you mean me? OLD LADY: Yes, come here for a minute. BOY: O. K. Spill the beans OLD LADY: What beans? What do you mean! BOY: Can't you talk English, Sister? What's cooking? What's the dgpe on the job? OLD LADY: Oh, you mean what do I want you to do. BOY: You catch on fast. OLD LADY: A man just entered that house and he will come out in a ndnute for his dog. If you would kindly watch the dog for a minute,1 am sure it would be a well-earned quarter. BOY: What is this, a game? Do you think I am going to play nurse maid to a dog? If you do, you are greatly mistaken. What is the mat- ter, are your legs ailing you, or ain't they? OLD LADY: hell! I guess we can't make a bargain. SCENE II Old lady meets elderly high class man. OLD LADY: Would you kindly be of service to me, Mister? GENTLEMAN: What will it be? OLD LADY: I have just been visiting my sister and I forgot my pocketbook. Qpointing to house.j Would you hold this dog for me while I get it? GENTLEMAN: Why, that house belongs to me. OLD LADY: Oh, I don't mean that house, the one d-fer there. GENTLENAN: Why that house has been vacant for over a month. OLD LADY: Oh, it as, er-er, well, my sister just oved in yesterday. GENTLENAN: Ylook, that house over there is on fire, I guess I must be leaving. SCENE III Little girl appears who has been listening to aby Snooks on the radio. OLD LADY: Will you come here for a minute? GIRL: What do you want? OLD LADY: Would you like to have a big ice cream soda? GIRL: I don't like ice cream. OLD LADY: Would you like to have a big box of chocolates? GIRL: I don't like candy either. OLD LADY: Is there anything that you do like? GIRL: Yes. ' OLD LADY: Well, what is it? GIRL: fafter a short pause, My Daddy. OLD LADY: Do you like dogs? GIRL: Maybe. OLD LADY: With sympathyl Would you like to take care of a good little dog for me? GIRL: Maybe.