Scituate High School - Chimes Yearbook (Scituate, MA)

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16 (OKMimes I LLl(2ratJire EDITORIALS The Coming Peace Marguerite Bartlett, ' 44 WE, the seniors of 1944, step out into a world torn with war ' s ruthless destruction. As the classroom doors close behind us, we enter into a new life filled with great responsibilities and even greater opportunities. Ours is the responsibility of carrying the torch of liberty to the four corners of the globe. Ours will be the opportunity to preserve he peace by show- ing that all men, as brothers, can live together harmoniously. To be sure, the great task of winning the war comes first. It will undoubtedly be a long, hard struggle; but with grim determination and strength in the knowledge that our cause is just, we cannot fail to reach the ultimate goal of victory. We pledge our very lives to this one aim. To keep this pledge, many of those whom we hold nearest and dearest are leaving their peacetime jobs and taking up arms to defend the country they love. Many, far too many, will lay down their lives upon the altar of human sacrifice in order to insure the permanent keep- ing of this pledge. When our ultimate goal has been reached, and victory is finally ours, we will have our greatest opportunity to prove to the world that we have benefited by the liberal education generously provided for all in a democracy like ours. In order that the end of this struggle may be a true and lasting peace and not merely an armistice to be followed twenty years later by a greater and even more barbarous war, we must let our belief in the freedom and equality jll men be the guiding factor in establishing world order. We must be willing to give all nations equal opportunities in the post-war world. Onlv in this way can we hope to preserve the principles for which we are now fighting. We, alone, can neither win the war nor main- tain the peace. This power rests in the hands of God. If we follow the principles which He laid down, we cannot help being the victor, for the Lord will be on our side. This is the one sure way to keep America great. BECAUSE OF HIS FOREFATHERS Rocco Foniri, S 2 c, U. S. N. T. S. Iowa State College (Formerly of the Class of 1945) Only yesterday millions of carefree American boys were dreaming; learning in their classrooms of the fabled exploits of Columbus. Khan. Clark and others. Today, legions of those youngsters are making history themselves, and getting a first- hand account of world geography as men of years ago did, fighting for peace, security and freedom of worship. But this is a different war they re fighting. They ' re fighting for peace and security not just for themselves, but for all God s people who believe in those principles. li s a strange way to make history — fighting on forgotten beaches of hell with empty stoni achs; fighting with mud up to their knees; fight- ing where it ' s hot, where mosquitos bite to the

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15 HONOR ROLL The following names have appeared on the honor roll at least once during the first three marking periods: High Honors All A ' s Terence Butler, Freshman Donald Kennedy, Freshman Annelaine Limper, Freshman Marguerite Bartlett, Senior Fay Joseph, Senior Honors All A ' s ami B ' s Mar{:iiorilP Bartletl Ricliard Bresnalian Barl)ara Billinps Merilyn Damon Merial Bonny Marilyn Fisher Mary Queeny Scott Amiot Kathleen Brown Ora Brown Carmel Manning Jean Douglas Carole Dunphy Ciiarles Fleming Jean Fran en SENIORS June Goddard Frank Hall Theodore Holland Robert Rouleau JUNIORS Thomas Chadbourne Shirley Litchfield SOPHOMORES Donald llatlin Robert Holcomb Ethel Hollis Mary McCormack Barbara Johndrow Catherine Peircc Fay Joseph Lyman Preston Roger Zollin Beverly Newcomb Ann Page Charles Stenbeck Emily Whittaker Stephen Jenney John Litchfield Paul Miles Barbara Tindall Madeline Riani Stuart MacNeill Maybelle Manning Ruth Whittaker Deborah Andrews Rocco Frisina Terence Butler Ligi Goddard Lawrence Dwyer James Goddard Janice O ' Neil FRESHMEN Gladys Hill Jean Holcomb Donald Kennedy Betsy Peggs Honorable Mention All A s and B ' s but one Annelaine Limper Annette Milliken Patricia Manning Virginia Mongeau Isabelle Murphy Jane O ' Neill Nancy Wyma n Beverly Briggs Laura Brown Seniors Nancy Davis Shirley Huntley Miriam Flynn Arnold Fuller Ann Butler Elizabeth Stark Jacqueline Cole Juniors Myron Litchfield Mary Santia Kenneth Stone Henry Zollin Sylvia Shapiro Charles Patterson Ann Ctirran Margaret Damon Ann Graham Jean Hersey Sophomores Helen McDonald Donald McPherson Betty Welch Alice Patterson Joan Powers Patricia Rouleau Jessie Warren Pat Cahir Vincent Dunphy Janice Tyler Freshmen Lawrence Dwyer Constance Holland Christopher Weeks Elizabeth Litchfield

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lies 17 bone, where the eiiein jump from trees, waiting to shoot them in the back; maybe fighting where ships are sunk, where battles are fought to open sea lanes to future naval bases. They ' re using their sweat, blood, tears, and grief, because their hearts tell them to make history as their fore- fathers did, fighting for a better world of peace, for a better America. It ' s going to be a long and tough struggle for these boys of ours; but they will come through just as their forefathers did in years of the past. The freedom they ' re fighting for is a dream of peace, — a dream which all have fought for so many centuries. Who knows, your son. daughter, sister, brother, or even your father may be making history at this very moment, because of his forefathers. A LOOK INTO THE FUTURE Thomas Macy, Jr., ' 46 A ll ' .e war with the Axis is rounding another lap in the history of the world and we hear pre- dictions of its end in a short time, thoughts of the peace are receiving our attention. We pass over the mistakes that terminated the last war, but certainly we are determined that we shall not make the same mistakes again. We frequently hear the words unconditional surrender. These are well-chosen terms. It is up to those who make the peace to see that it is impossible for our enemies to rise again and make attacks on any peace-loving country. As Americans we love freedom and peace. The word war was and is a dreaded one, one that we have perhaps avoided too much. We realize now that no country can be isolated from a conflict such as we are now in. This war is a test for democracies, but the peace is like a final exam. We may flunk the exam and still carry on, but if we look ahead and plan wisely, the record will be one in which we may take pride. We in school, and the boys with whom we parted not so long ago, can remember nothing but peace until the present war started. We are looking forward to the future when there will be peace again. But we shall not soon forget what it cost. We are glad to know that those who saw the last war are determined not to make the mistakes of that war again. Perhaps we who are in school will not have a part in making the coming peace, but we have faith in the adult Americans that will formulate the plans for the future of the world. PEACE Maybellc Manning, ' 46 When the I)ov(! of Peace comes flying o ' er land and sea on high, And the Gods of War shall cease to shout their battle cry, Then free men will lift their faces, And the songs of peace will reign, And men wiU come back to their homes and loved ones once again. Then once more the sun will shine, And the birds will sing and fly, And ihc Dove of Peace forever spread her wings across the slcy. WOODLAND FANCIES Lawrence Dwyer, ' 47 It is dawn. The forest is awakening. Out acioss the meadow the stalks of grass glisten as the rays of ihe glowing red ball in the east strike them. The rabbit sits under an alder bush eating clover. The little fellow with the beauti- ful white stripe is going home because daylight is not his playtime. Above, the air is full of melody and the colors of the birds flash across the blue. All is peaceful in this paradise. Out there where the cool mists rise the deer play. Back and forth they rush with the long grass stroking their sides. All is peaceful; all is serene. My companion raises his gun. We are in- vaders from the outer world. My friend is here for game. His sight centers on a magnificent buck in the middle of the meadow. A roar fills the air — one noise harsh and distinct above all others. The buck rears and falls on his side. There is a moment of the noise of fleeing ani- mals. Then my friend ejects the fired shell. Good shot, I murmur. He nods and we head toward the meadow. The forest is quiet like people at a funeral. Still the sun rises and the flowers bend before the light breeze. But the people of the forest are silent, knowing and fear- ing death at the hand of man. DUSK Carmel Manning, ' 45 In evening when the stars are bright When the fireflies appear with their light, In evening when the moon is low- When the sky is all aglow, We sit there quietly in the night Thinking of a boy with memories bright. Where is he now? Where can he be? We only know lie s across the sea. iLtEN MEMORIAL L BRar SCITUAIE. MASS.