Samuel D Hanson School - Crescent Yearbook (Buxton, ME)

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THIS, I BELIEVE HSoftly, gently, like scraps of the finest white velvet the snow drifted down upon the battlefield. The velvet was decorated with red satin.H ' NSuppose that sounds peaceful enough for Mom?H questioned Kart n?erhaps the red satin was being a little too sarcastic, Lt. Sanderson,H replied the nurse. HI suppose that I should write home to Mom real optimistic like, when I don't even know what I'm fighting for?H Kent was sarcastic again. ' HI sugpest that you visit Major Su Yung when you are well enough to walk around. He needs to have visitorsg you aren't very good company but---H The remainder of the nurse's suggest- ion was obvious. Kent's face reddened but he made no reply. ' .5LDS!'..JLJLJ'.JLJ .!LJLJ'.:'..:'.JL fx lx n rx n n A 1- M 4. 1: n n u It was the day before Kent was scheduled to leave the hospital when he finally rememhered the nurse's suggestion. Major Su Yung was a frequent topic of conversation among the nurses and Kent had little difficulty in finding him in the adjoining ward. As Kent looked down at Major Su Yung, he could not repress a shudder. Although he had attained the rank of major, he could have been no more than twenty-four years of age. One side of his face had been blown away. One arm had been amputated and the other arm was in a sling. Shrapnel had taken its toll in both of his sides, as Kent learned later. nhowfs it going, Wajor?H questioned Kent. As the injured man opened his eyes, Kent received a shock. With the exception of his eyes and mouth, the man's face was covered with bandages. But his eyes that looked up at Kent were shining with the unmistakable light of peace and joy. HMeyhe'I'm wrong, Major, hut I fail to see what can make you so hanpy.N HUntil a week ago, I was very unhappy, Lieutenantgn the Ma- jorls English was perfect--Hyou see, my wife and son were in Pusan. My father and hrother were with them but if the Commun- ists came, I knew that they could not save then. The Communists have no respect for women and childreng they believe that they are just more animals to he killed. But, now my wife and son are gone. A kind missionary has taken then hack to the United States with him. They will he safe and I am thankful to God. Uwhat makes you so sure they will be safe?U asked Kent. Ccontinuedj

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MONEY CAN'T BUY Bradley Waterman 'Sh I was richg it hadn't taken my schoolmates at Glendale High long to find that out. The clothes I wore, my sporty roadster, my walk, my excess of spending moneyg they all told the story. Yes, it was easy for my classmates to think that I had everything but appearances are often deceiving. I had everything but the thing I wanted most - friendship. Ohg don't get me wrongg the kids spoke to me and made polite conversation, but that was about as far as it went. No real fun, and no one my age to talk to ex- cept at school. It was a beautiful October day, and as I was walking home from school I decided to stop by the thick stone wall about a half- mile from home and just soak up the beauty of afternoon. All along the wall were huge maple trees whose branches seemed to touch the sky. Through these branches an azure sky was visible. The smiling sun streamed down through the brilliant orange and yellow leaves, and the brook on the other side of the wall faint- ly gurgled a happy tune. v It was the kind of day when it was easy to get lost in thots. So I curled up on the wall, with my back to-a maple, pulled my knees up to my chin, and let my thougbtswander aimlessly. ' I recalled how hapny I had been when my folks had first told me that we were moving to an old mansion in the country. I had always wanted to live in a country home and to attend a small high school where everyone knew everyone else, and had great fun together. Put I never once thought that my parents' wealth would keep me from being Uacceptedn. It had been more than a month since school had openedg but I had not heen invited to join either the Outdoor or Hobby Club, the only two in Glendale High. Nor had I been invited to any of the Saturday Night Teen - Trots. And none of the boys had asked me for a date. Maybe I hadn't tried hard enough, though. Maybe.......if I tried a little harder ....... I recalled seeing an ad that went something like this: Hwhen changing schools, should you - get yourself a chum, or catch the boy's eyes?H The answer of course, was to get a special chum, and through her, get acquainted with the others. I hadnlt thought much about it at the time, but now it seemed like a solution to my problems. Jane! She had no special friend, but chummed around with everyone at school. Tomorrow at noon I would ask her to have a soda on me at Pop's. She was having trouble with her Latin, and I would offer to help her! I would be her closest friend! The more I thought of this, the suror I was it would work! And I would have a special friend, too, with whom I could share my sea crets and troubles. , As I reached this decision, a gentle breeze stirred the leaves above me, and dropped one into my outstretched palm, as though to tell me that I now had popularity and success by the hand.

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Hln the United States there are many people. They are very proud of their country. They believe that their way of life is right and as God would want it. They will fight to protect their way of life., One of the rules of it is that women and children should be held in respectg they even have respect for women and children of their enemies. The Americans are very generous to us. They have enough to do to keep their way of life but they did not hesitate when it became necessary for some one to help us to pre- serve ours. My son will grow up in a free countryg thanks to the Americans. He will be able to return to Korea. He will be with the younger generation, the generation that will make Korea a strong and independent nation.H As Major Su Yung spoke his voice grew weaker but the light that was shining in his eyes grew stronfer. Lt. Kent Sanderson bowed his head in shame and made a vow to God above that he would never again say that he did not know what he was fighting for. Joan Dunn '53 HAUNTING MEMORIES Joan Emery '53 It was a dark, stormy night and, as he glanced out the window 8- flash of light drew his attention. His first thought was'hn invasionn and he clenched his fists, thinking of his days on New Guinea as a Navy Doctor. He had spent three long years filled with hardship there. For what seemed like days at a-time, he had done nothing but patch up wounds, give plasma and set broken bones. Now he was ,ivini more plasma, mendinr more broken bones, det- . . 8 c 9 u L ting very little to eat as he didn't have time. His hospital was gone, most of his eouipment and personal belongings, too. Suddenly he was shakins, and his body was drenched' in a cold sweat. He somehow brought himself out of this ninht-mariah day- dream and, trying not to disturb his wife, went quietly down stairs to have a last cup of coffee before getting some sleep for a few hours. T The men were down in the field fixing the high tension wires that had broken and caused the illuminating light. New he could sleep in peace, he hoped!!! MY LAND America is my own home land, iwith oceans wide upon her strand, A wonderful place to work and play, Where freedom and peace will always stay, Where men and women will always stand, As God's own people in His free land. Herbert Ranks '55