Sarah Dix Hamlin School - Epilogue Yearbook (San Francisco, CA)

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freckles. But there was more of Emy jane, because she had the most beatttiful set of cronium-plated bands on her teeth anyone hatl ever seen. She was immediately t:tkeu into the bosom of the class antl her bands were proudly displayed as our bands. The little boys soon discovered that Emy .lane could run, play baseball, and shoot marbles. But what's more, she could run faster than any of the little girlsg faster than any of the little Bobbies, Toinmies :tnd Percys: she could even run faster than Spike! Spike's pride was hurt! It might have been all right if another feller had beaten him: but a girl-that was beyond his comprehension, and Spike was jealous. For a while he managed just to ignore Emy jane: however, when she was unanimously elected captain of the baseball team, it was more than he could stand. Emy jane, on the other hand, really liked Spike antl she was very sorry he was so angry with her. Out of this sorrow grew her resoltttion to let him win the race that recess. and when the time of tlte big event arrived she ran next to Spike. By now all the boys were taunting Spike over his previous failure, and he knew nothing of Emy jane's plan. The starting word was given. antl when Emy Jane began to pass him. Spike, without thinking, stuck ottt his dirty ketl and bang -Emy jane was a sorry-looking heap of bruises on the ground. Spike waited all tlay for a call from the principal to explain his ungentlemanly behavior. Although he lived in fear all day, the call didn't comel The three-thirty bell found Spike rest lessly climbing the jungle gym. but in reality he had his eyes riveted on the thirtl grade door. Ten minutes later-it seemed like ten hours to Spike-Emy -lane appeared. Spike approached her, with perspiring hands locked behintl his back, to apologize, Insteatl of the angry looks he had been expect- ing, he was greeted with a crooked smile, A lispetl explanation was that My shoe- lace mushed have been undone. Front that day on. Spike always carried Emy .Iane's books home, and Iimy jane only came in second. Rosmmkv Hostt-:it '4-l cleceatlnieit seveath The story of Pearl Harbor has been told many times over in the past fourteen months. This is not another story of the japanese attack on Pearl Harbor, btu an accottnt of what that tlay brought to one Honolulu family. Having been Otll dancing the night before, I had hoped to sleep late Sunday morning, but at eight-Gfteen I was pulled from my bed by my mother and older brother. They quietly informed me that the -laps were attacking the islantl. I laughetl at thetn. But, suddenly, I connected the look on my mother's face with a tlull booming that I hatl been unconsciously aware of. I dashed out of the house, still in my pyjamas. and stood in the front yard looking for planes. A group llew over quite high, but I didn't know whether they were friendly or not. My father had alreatly left for Pearl Harbor when I got up. At that time we thought we were being bombarded from the sea. Then it was announced over the radio that planes were attacking us. It was not stated dehnitely that they were japa- nese planes. The announeer said, 0akui is under attack-the Rising Sun has been sighted on the wings of the planes. All men were directed to their stations, and civilians were told to keep off the streets and not to use the telephone. Even then it tlidn't seem possible.

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aiacilltet: The tiny valley set deep in the lteart of l'oland had not escaped. Oh, nol Even its shape resembled that of a giant heel that hatl been t'rushed into the yielding soil: the careless heel of the enemy. The enemy. not just a vague. unreal threat. httt an enemy brutal and all too real. lt was the enemy that had put so much gripping sorrow and despair into the hearts ol' the people that they could feel no more. It was only their dulled. tearless eyes that still mirrored the endless pain in their souls. Maria's eyes were like that, glazed and tearless. As she silently stood galing out into the valley tltat was her home, the biting March wind swept down from the hills into the desolate, bleak hollow. It raged as il' angry with God and mankind. for it smashed to bits the fragile while crosses that marked the defeat of a nation, and it tossed the war-battered heltnets against the lonely mounds that were graves. But no such bitter scenes could stir Maria, lor she could hate no more. The wind was still: the air was warm and solt. Maria looked once more at her valley. It was as il' a shadow, the shadow of death. had been lifted. Spring had come, She was a person of great simplirily. Her heart had always glowed at the first signs ol spring. But spring was empty now. Yet there were blossoms on the trees. feathery pink and white blossoms massed together in charming contrast. As Maria let her eyes travel over this lovelincss ol spring. she glimpsetl a young rouple wandering beneath the pastel ranopy ol' blossoms. Maria inarvelletl that love Could still live on. Suddenly her ears caught the melodious song of a tiny bird, and its echo in the delighted fliuekle ol a baby's soft laughter. Then, as if some door had been opened in her heart, Maria lelt a warm surge of tears rush from deep within her soul, She knelt on the moist green earth and wept, pouring out all the peut-up sorrow in her tortured heart. Alter there were no tears lelt, Maria prayed. She prayed for all her lost faith and she reeeivetl new laillt, She seemed to hear again a prayer of her chiltlhood: Yea, though l walk through the valley ol the shadow ol death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me. Maria saw green pastures and still waters in her own valley. God has heard your tears and your prayers, Maria, and He gave you faith, God will hear tlte tears ol all Poland. of all the worltl. God has willed us to answer your prayers. lVe will avenge your tears, the tears ol all the people that have sulleretl. X-Ve will keep ottr promise and you, Maria, you and all like you, keep your faith and from it draw strength and courage. Keep your faith until another springtime. an everlasting springtime that will banish forever the shadow of death. AIOAN Bt.ivrt:nt.v l2 lrilaatls Spike was the pritle of the thirtl grade. He could rttn faster than any ol' the other boys, he was captain ol the baseball team: in fact, Spike could tlo anything. All the other little Hobbies, Tonunies and even Percys worshipped Spike. The little girls fast awe-inspired eyes on his manly build, but Spike wottld not stoop to play with girls. Not Spike! One day a new little girl, Emy jane, entered the thirtl grade-a cute. boyish girl with long red pigtails, nearly always minus one bltte bow. attd an abundance ol retl

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Right alter that we could see pulls of anti-aireraft stuoke dotting the sky over the city. Standing in the front walk. l remember thinking that the anti-airrralt explo- sions seemed to be moving in our tlirertion. Then there was a deafening crash. The street filled with hlaek stnoke and ears stopped all along llte road. I ran into the street. and a policeman told me to lake coyer. My brother :md I then ran to the bark yard. 'I'here. two hottses down. a bomb had been dropped. As I started to help a friend with her two small children. my brother came and made me go home. ll'hen he told me a wotnan ltatl been killed by the blast, I realiled tltat this was not just an exriting adventure, but the beginning of a long and horrible war. The rest of the day is Italy in my mind. Things quieted down and we listened to the polire broadcasts in the afternoon. There were many false reports ol' para- elmtists, bttl at that time we did not know that they were not true, lVe watrhcd antl waved to the troops as they went by in army trucks. Volunteers were ralled lor. to dig trenrhes by the waterfront. Ol' rottrse, my brother wanted to go innnetliately. All the men were gone. and we thought that the japanese in the city might revolt. but hnally my mother agreed to let Itim go if tltere was lltll another attack before eleven that niglu. Night tame quiekly and we sat on the poreh with neighbors. llle were all under a strain but everyone talked and joked to keep the others' spirits up. I thought I saw a pararlttttist on the roof ol' a house across the street. and tny brother got his gun. but it turned out to be a palm tree tossing in the wintl. When linally the mosquitoes droye ns indoors, it wasn't very pleasant sitting in the dark for we had at complete blaek-out. All niglu there were tnaeltine-gun fire and rille and pistol shots all around us, Anyone going outside of his house was in danger. for the sentries were taking no eltanres. At eleven, as we had not been attacked again and as we had not had any trouble with the local laps, my brother atul a friend set out for the waterfront. They were challenged three times by armed guards. btll they got through all right. They dug trenches, in ease the enemy attempted to send landing parties. They guarded japa- nese prisoners that had been ronttded up in the city during the day. Later that night they were assigned to guard the United States Engineers. where they were on duty tnltil noon the next tlay. :lt home u'e u'ent to betl around midnight. ll'e did not take our clothes oll. and we slept only htfully. Ontse. iust before dawn, we were awakeued by anti-airrralt liring and planes overhead. That was the lirst time I felt afraid, for somehow the danger seemed tuore horrible and real itt the dark. The lirst rays of light followed soon after. and I know many Honolulu families welcomed the dawn as eagerly as we did that early Monday morning. Susaw Krrrs '43 ai speecth Although l'yc been making speeehes for the past twenty-liye years. I'tu still not much good at them. livery time a new bunch of humanity comes before me, I make a speerh. It's my duty. but I c'an't tell you how murh I hate making speeches. Pay Close attention now, heeause I won't repeat: I was like yott onre: young, healthy. and seared to death of the person who stood in my place. I slottrhetl worse than all ol you pttl together. and I tsouldn't keep my mind on what I was doing. As you will, I learned last. llefore you came here, some of you were rirh, and some poor, 'I'hat's all oyer with. From now on, ytm're all etptal.