Spaulding High School - Red and White Yearbook (Rochester, NH)

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THE RED AND WHITE 5 Triumphs the Sea LESLIE TOWLE, '49 Laugh, you grizzly old fool! Go ahead! he screamed in a frenzy, but God help you when Aaron catches up with you ! Ha-ha-ho, aha-ha-ha-ha! At last I've got you where I want you. A-ha-ha-ha. If only old 'Oilskin' could see you now, you old blather- skite, he'd split his sides laughing. Aha-ha-ha-ha I And with that, the weatherbeaten leather of old Barnacle Pefte's seamed countenance wrinkled with delight, his hoarse cackle increased to convul- sions of wicked mirth. For there be- neath him, his sun-tanned face made white by the hand of the dreaded fe- ver, lay Captain Jim, whose emaciated figure tossed and rolled as the ship pitched on the heaving sea. As he lapsed into a semi-coma, the events of the past few days flashed through the Captain's subconscious mind. Two days before, he had been the proud master of his ship, calmly con- templating the routine sail to the West Indies, just another of the more than fifty times he had guided his vessel over its familiar course. Never had he dreamed that his crew of five men would have the audacity to chal- lenge his authority, or actually under- take usurpation of it. But mutiny on the high sea is not unheard of, and thus the Captain found himself in the ship's brig. The rough treatment and shock had succeeded in weakening him to the point where yesterday he had contracted the dreaded hold fe- ver. By Jove, he thought, I gave them a good tussle anyway. I did old Oilskin for good. I never did like that rascal. As the hours wore on, and darkness filtered through the cracks, like the smell of onions at chow, Captain Jim settled into a iitful sleep which was terminated abruptly by the squeaking of oilless hinges on the cabin door. What new danger was this? The cap- tain froze in his bed, every nerve aquiver. Then-a voice, Hoating through the darkness in a hoarse whisper. Captain Jim, Captain Jim! The captain remained silent, his mind attempting to decide whether he should answer. While he mused, the voice came floating from the dark- ness again. Captain Jim! Captain Jim! It's me, Aaron. Aaron, God bless you! Help me get out of this mess. Faithful Aaron, he might have known he could rely on him. Hurry up, Cap. Get some clothes on. The ship is anchored in the Cape for more men, and we may be able to sneak oi. I got loose, and nobody's about, but we'll have to hurry.

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4 THE RED AND WHITE a little consideration. And that is all good manners are-a little considera- tion. Respect for your identity and the privilege of living were small fa- vors to ask. Yet it is all you wanted from others. That is what those struggling underclassmen want from you--now. Don't deny them those small favors. You're not expected to take over the social reforms of your high school in charge of all lost souls. Just remem- ber your early days at Spaulding High. The way is difficult enough without you making any faces red with embarrassment or palms sticky with discomfort. So let's play fair. The climb up- hill is not easy. There are roadblocks we can't do anything about. But as for all your precious little hurting pebbles you can just throw them into the ocean! Citizenship G EORGE HARDVVICK, '49 Today, it would be safe to say that the greatest desire of all freedom-lov- ing peoples is for complete and perma- nent world peace. Such a peace is not Fascist, not Communist, but a state of world-wide harmony to be en- joyed by all. In order to have such a democratic peace, the advantages of democracy and its better way of life must be made clear to the rest of the world. This goal can be reached only through the example of those living under such a system. To halt the surge of Com- munism and give the people under its tyrannical heel reasons for resistance, we must make our own democracy so attractive and so eificient that there will be no question of its desirability. For the most part this program merely means good citizenship to be practiced by each and every one of us. Now what are its essential re- quirements? The foremost privilege given to the American citizen is his right to vote for the candidate of his choiceg yet, not much more than half of those eligible to do so voted in the last na- tional election. What did Poland, deep behind the iron curtain, think of this dire neglect on 'the part of the citizens of America? Voting, like many other privileges in a democracy, is likewise a duty. One of the basic principles on which our great country is founded is the privilege of expressing one's self fear- lessly. In view of this fact, why were candidates for public oflice insulted and attacked in this very town as well as many other localities? If this is to be truly the land of free speech, we must give such an opportunity to others as well as using it ourselves. Something that has always dis- turbed the borderline nationalities, those who do not know just which way to go, is the ever-increasing num- ber of instances of racial and religi- ous prejudices in the United States. Will the tragic stories of these out- rages in a nation supposedly built on the principle of equality cause these countries to accept democracy? If we are to expect to be treated on an equal basis with our fellow men, we must not allow the question of race, creed, or color sway our judgment or reason at any time. Although these are the basic es- sentials of democratic citizenship, we must not overlook the many other things that are also important. These are a succession of seemingly little duties which, when added up, are just as important as some of the more ob- vious points. They are especially im- portant to us as students as they can be performed by everyone regardless of age. Maybe you never stopped to think of it this way, but care of school books is as much a duty of citizenship as Voting. CContinued on Page 225

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6 THE RED AND WHITE Fifteen minutes later, two figures crept stealthily along the deck, their RED Sz WHITE 10-2B stooped bodies silhouetted against the moon. Then a cry! Someone had seen them! After them, men! Catch the prisoners 1 And two figures splashed simultan- eously into the serene harbor. Lanterns flashed here and there, and broken cries and pounding feet broke the stillness of the tropical night. Two hours later, the mutineers stood silently watching the limp body of their captain stretched on the deck. Even in their rebellion, they had not planned his death. Their faces re- flected a grudging admiration for the man they had overthrown. And as Aaron and the man they had hated and plotted against were silently slipped overboard to their watery graves, Barnacle Pete exclaimed, f'Well, boys, he deserved to die fight- ing. Heroes in Miniature ANNA MINICUCCI, '49 There he goes, get him!', yelled Butch, now's our chance! Jip jumped over the fence and aimed his sling shot at the running iigure. The stone floated through the air, but the figure disappeared into the shadows. Gosh, I must've missed himg we'll never find him now. Mr. Ford said he stole three chickens last night and suspected he would come again to- night. Just think, if we had caught him, we'd be the heroes of Meadow- brook! There had been a series of robberies in the small farm area. Both J ip and Butch, who were not more than ten years old each, had decided to put a stop to this marauding and to be heroes in the making, hid in the bushes and lay in wait for their vic- tim. It was la dark night but neither would admit he was frightened. Many hours dragged by before they heard a rustling in the bushes. Here he comesg what'll we do? whispered Butch with a big gulp. Let's wait a few more minutes and then we'll catch him red-handed ! answered Jip, trying to sound brave. They waited patiently. The con- stant peeping of the frogs could be heard distinctly from the nearby meadow. Jip and Butch took turns looking through the bushes. The mysterious figure was just leaving the coop and tip-toeing across the farm yard and began to hasten his step. Let's go now, but be careful, Jip, muttered Butch shakily. s They started to chase after the figure. But now it was all over and their plan had failed. They were ready to give up and go home, downhearted and disappointed when Butch spied a worn brown hat on the ground. Look what I found. He must have lost his hat when he was running, Jip! Butch examined the hat and yelled, Gosh, there's initials in it, J. M.-why, that stands for John Matthews. He is the new man that lives in the old shack. Everyone always talks about him and says he never goes out, added J ip excitedly. We can't tell on him, he is awfully poor. Well, let's go pay him a visit and see what he has to say. They ran side by side down the little hill and across the green field. As they approached the tumbled shack, Jip said, Maybe we should come back tomorrow. It's awfully dark in there. No, announced Butch sternly, we've got to see him tonight. They crossed the worn lawn and tapped on the door. They listened tensely. There was a long pause,