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22 Finally he spoke, Bill, my son, you know that Fve talked very little about my experiences in the last war, and you can imagine why, but I can ' t blame you for wanting to go. I can ' t tell you that the best thing for you to do would be to continue your education and to wait until you are called. I don ' t believe in telling you that it ' s your duty to go into the army, either. As I see it, the decision must be left entirely to you, as I think that you can be depended upon to choose wisely and to perform whatever duty you undertake faithfully and to the best of your ability. Two weeks later a little family stood in New York ' s Grand Central Station bravely saying their good-byes. The young man had made his decision. Like so many other young Americans of this genera- tion, he was going away to learn to be a soldier. Like so many other )oung men, he was ready to sacrifice everything, his life if necessary, for his family, friends, and country. Just as his father before him had gone away to fight, so was he going; and just as his father had returned unharmed, so might he return unharmed from the horrible clutches of war. FROM THE CLIFF Paul O ' Neil, ' 44 My house is situated on a high bluff, overlook- ing the cruel, proud North Atlantic Ocean. It is midwinter and everthing is covered with snow and ice. As I listen, I can hear the sea crashing against the ice on the shore. The gulls, high above me, are circling and veering in the open. Their pitiful shrieks can be heard the length of the cliff. They hover there above the storm waiting for scraps that the sea may wash in. In the distance a honking is heard. Looking to the North, I see in the distance the wild geese. They come in long, even, V-shaped rows. They are so majestic, it is hard to realize that there are those who would lie in wait to massacre them. But the leader is wary, and he leads his flock far offshore where, riding the crest of swirl- ing waves, they have a safe berth, safe, that is, from the range of the hunter ' s gun. A loud report is heard from the marsh. Mo- ments later a duck is seen flying out of the fen. He is seeking refuge far out in the cold raging ocean. As he flies out, you can hear him calling plaintively for his mate. But he will call in vain. His mate will never stir again. For this time the crafty hunter was rewarded. The hour is growing late and I turn homeward. Before I go, I turn and take one last look at the ocean. It seems to mock me as it comes crash- ing and booming on the rocks beneath. Generations pass, countries are changed. Great men come and go. But the sea always remains. It seems to say, I am eternal, as it comes charg- ing in, crashing, swirling and booming on the barren shore. A TYPICAL AMERICAN Barbara Allen, ' 43 Tom is just an ordinary guy Who ' s working for the LI. S. A.; He answered the call and said goodby Then started on his way. He finished his basic training And then he sailed away, Not knowing where he was going Until that certain day. Now he ' s stationed over there Fighting for folks back home; He knows they ' re waiting somewhere Over the sea of foam. He is a typical American Who has a job to do; And like a thousand other men He will see it through. Someday he ll be back again Back to the land of the free; The world will be at peace then And forever it shall be. » Louie: Say, what becomes of a football player when his eyesight fails him? Curtis: Why, they make a referee out of him. Pat was digging a well and had it down to a considerable depth when he fell in. Pat, Pat, called his wife, looking down, Is it dead you are? No, answered Pat, but I ' m entirely speech- less. American: We ' re becoming too cocky. What we need is a good licking. Englishman: Oh, yes, yes, indeed. American : But there ain ' t nobody can give us one.
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21 READY FOR ACTION Ethel Mollis, ' 44 BILL sat in liis fatlier ' s ollicc in ihc chair opposite his father ' s desk. Father and son sal firim and silent. Bill had just graduated from high school and like so many other young men of his day and age. he wanted most of all to join the armed forces of our country instead of continuing with his education. He had come to his father for advice. As they sat there, the older man ' s mind wan- dered back to a scene that had taken place ap- proximately twenty-five years ago. Twenty-five years is a long time, he pondered while looking at his son, the very picture of himself in his youth. He remembered his own feelings those years ago when our country was in a similar crisis. His thoughts carried him back through the years to a group of boys standing on the high school steps. The topic of conversation was their plans after graduation, the long-anticipated event which was to take place within a week. The first in the group to speak was Harry. Well, fellows, you can plan on seeing one less of the gang around after graduation, he said. Is that so? replied Pete. Do you mean that you ' re going to enlist? But you ' re not old enough. I know, the former answered, but I ' m sick of this town — no excitement or anything. At least if I could get into the Army, I ' d have plenty to do all the time. I got a letter this morning from my older brother and he expects to leave for France within a few days. I ' m not going to be left out. By the time we get drafted, the war will be all over! That ' s true, all right, but just how do you intend to enlist? They ' ll guess your age! ex- claimed Bill Hackett, one of the younger mem- bers of the group. Oh, you just leave that to me. Any of you fellows want to come along? Why hang around here when you could be doing your country a real favor by enlisting? Who said we ' re too young : But that would be against the law, one of the others argued. Well, isn ' t that just too bad? How about it. fellows, are you going to be sissies? You aren ' t afraid, are you? Yes, that was the way it had happened. One out of five boys thought he would be smart, and pretty soon he had the others thinking that they could be heroes in a short time. The day after graduation, three of the five visited a recruiting office and somehow managed to enroll in the United States Army, innocently signing up for many bitter experiences over which they would have no control. Bill ' s father chuckled as he recalled those days of training, — days when they had to get up with the birds and often times before them, and go marching, marching, marching with heavy packs on their backs; days when they tramped through mud, water and rain; and days when their feet almost cried out for rest. He remem- bered also humorous little events, such as the hours they spent with the sergeant who had hay fever and sneezed at the most absurd times. Then how could he ever forget the feeling in the pit of his stomach the day their boat pulled out of New York Harbor bound for France. How the crowd had shouted and cheered their farewells! Perhaps it was then, for the first time, that the three boys began feeling less elated by their venture. However, it was too late to give up then. No, they would have to go on, no matter what the outcome might be. The outcome was not pleasant. Bill was the only one of those young men to make the return trip. There were months of bitter fighting; there were days when they almost died of hunger; there were the endless hours of marching for which they had been preparing back in the States. How could he ever forget seeing those brave young men fall under enemy fire and his own feeling of insecurity, wondering if he would be next. Those who were not killed — but that was too dreadful to think about! Yes, he recalled all these things and many more. Still, how could he say that he was sorry for joining the services when he was too young. He had admitted to himself more than once that if he had a chance to re-live his life, undoubt- edly he would do exactly the same thing. Bill turned to his son and studied him thought- fully. What did he see there? A perfect speci- men of American youth. A perfect example of the type of young man that we see today in uni- form. He himself had had no father to turn to for advice in those days of the last war when he was a young man. What could he tell his young son? How could he advise him?
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23 JUNIOR CLASS First Row: M. Flynn, B. Johndrow, B. Vickery, J. Cole, M. McCorniack, F. Joseph, M. Queeney, S. Huntley, M. Fisher, Secretary N. Davis, M. Bartlett, E. Vinal Second Row: M. Deragon, J. Evans, S. Shea, J. Goddard, K. Whiltaker, R. Billings, M. Damon. A. Jarvis, V. Heffernan, C. Peirce, M. Bonney, J. Condit Tiiiiii) Row: M. Eastman, M. Devine, M. Devine, L. Preston, R. Rouleau, P. James, P. O ' Neil, J. Gillis, R. Finnie, Treasurer F. Hall, A. Anderson, T. Holland, E. Hollis, L. Brown Foi inii Row: P. Morton, R. Bresnahan, D. Quinlan, R. Withem, President L. Bournazos Vice-President A. Fuller, W. Bates, R. Zollin, R. Cogswell Class of 1944 Shirley Huntley, ' 44 IiN September we. the class of ' 44, again entered i dear old Scituate High for our third succes- sive year. There was the natural hustle and bustle through the corridors and the usual talk of class activities. At our class meeting Louis Bournazos was re- elected president; Raymond Brown, our football hero, vice-president; Frank Hall, treasurer; and Nancy Davis, secretary. Raymond Brown left later in the year, so we installed Arnold Skip Fuller in the vice-presidency. Miss Dudley was elected our class adviser. We were glad to welcome one new member this year, Bill Manning, from Marshfield. But we were also sad to see eight classmates leave. Raymond Brown, Kevin Dwyer, Robert Gannett. Wilina Litchfield, and John Secor are all em- ployed at the Hinghain defense plant. Albert Damon is working at the First National; Rich- ard Turner is in the Navy; and Frank Westerhoff is assisting his father. Our annual Junior dance was scheduled for December 23; but because of war conditions, we combined the Senior-Junior dances and had a bang-up affair. On the dance committee from the Junior Class were Anne Jarvis, Joan Condit, Nancy Davis, and Louis Bournazos. The last and most iinportant event of the Junior class was the Junior Prom which was held May 7 and which was a huge success. Louis Bournazos, Joan Condit, Nancy Davis, Anne Jaivis, David Quin- lan, Frank Hall and Theodore Holland were on the Prom committee. In the various activities of the school, the Juniors have taken a prominent part. We are very proud of the musical talent of many of our classmates. David Quinlan. whom you could eas- ily call a second Benny Goodman, is a smoothie at the clarinet; Frank Hal! and Dick Bres- nahan ably assist him on the trumpets; Gini Heffernan and Catherine Peirce show great artis- tic ability on the violins; Ted Holland and
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