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

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THE RED AND WHITE 15 high ideals and principles that they hold sacred can we expect these United States to continue to hold its high place in the World. Money In Circulation LORRAINE PARKER, '53 Let's take the dime. Once this little coin was bright and shiny with the print of a new year upon its face. The idime's first experience was a pleasant one indeed. It was with an elderly woman who gently placed him in her large purse, later to trade him for a spool of red thread. His second experience was like that of many oth- ers to come. He was jostled, stepped on, thrown, and every other active ac- tion a person could possibly do. Many years went by and the dime grew in size and less in value. The worst experience he had ever known was the time he was caught, yes caught! in the hem of a man's coat, not to be found until one year later. He was terribly frightened and lonely as it was very dark in this hem and the little coin was desperately hoping that some day a hand that entered the pocket so many times would discover the ripped steam and surprisingly iind this lonely coin to trade him for some- thing. Another time, this now out- dated coin was sealed, or should I say trapped, in the corner of a store cash register later to be dis-covered by a new employee that hung onto him un- til she was sure she spent him wisely. This little dime met many different types of people in his travels over the continent, many of the people whom he had been with spent wisely while others spent him foolishly. x Other experiences familiar to these happened to the coin, but just lately did the dime begin to realize that not only he, but millions of other dimes, were getting the same treatment. The dime woke up to this fact when he was deposited in the bank by what seemed to look like a farmer. At the bank they separate-d all the money according to its value and placed him among his fellow companions, broth- ers, sisters, and great-grandfather coins. They all had so much to tell him of their experiences with many diierent persons that they talked all day and through the night which caused him to be very sleepy the fol- lowing morning. In spite of his drowsiness, he was grasped from his companions Cwithout even having a chance to say good-byeb and thrown into a strange hand. The dime is still in circulation as far as I know, so suppose you take a look at the dime or dimes you are now carrying. He is either the dime I am talking about or a very close rela- tive. The only advice this coin ever gave was spend me wisely. WHEN TELEVISION TELEPHONES ARE IN USE fCo'ntimLed from Page .91 through the A's and just starting the B.'s. Mr. Brown had decided to play golf in the afternoon, but as he was leav- ing the telephone rang. Being right beside the phone, he answered it. There on the line was his boss. He wanted John to work all afternoon, and John knew it would be difficult to put him om now that they were facing each other on the screen of the television telephone. John went to work. In the evening the family of John Brown had a discussion about the new telephone. The Mr. and Mrs. de- cided they didn't paticularly like the idea of seeing everybody and being seen by everybody who they talked with on the phone. The kids thought it was the next best invention after the rocket ship. Now all we have to do is wait until we get television telephones to de- cide whether we agree with Mr. and Mrs. John Brown or their kids,

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FEATHERED FRIENDS PRISCILLA JACK, '53 When winter's icy winds are heard, Please don't forget to feed the birds. In familiar fields where the snow lies deep, There's nothing now that they can eat. A -crust of bread thrown here and there, Will mean for them a bill of fare. My own backyard is a busy spot, For there are birds of every sort. They sit and wait in a tree out there, For whatever food I have to spare. They are not fussy what they eat So we need not try to be discreet. It's fun to watch them get their fill, From a ledge beneath the window sill. We'11 remember the birds through the win- ter long, Then they'll remember us with their spring- time song. WORDS ANN RUTHERFORD, '53 Words may be humble Or words may be proud, Words may be soft Or words may be loud Words may beat harshly On life's rocky shoreg Or still pains tide gently In the bruised heart's core. For words are the toolsg Through which we may give Shape to our thoughts As nobly we live. In peace and security, Conveying what's true Is nature's intention Of what words should do. r P I Y DON'T QUIT ROBERT HARDY, '53 When things go wrong, as they sometimes will, When the road you're trudging seems all up hill, When the funds are low and the debts are high, And you want to smile, but you have to sigh, When care is pressing you down a bit, Rest if you must-but don't you quit. Life is queer with its twists and turns As everyone of us sometimes learns. And many a failure turns about When he might have won had he stuck it out. Don't give up, though the pace seems slow, You may succeed with another blow. Often the struggler has given up When he might have captured the' victor's cup. Success is failure turned inside out, The silver tint of the clouds of doubt. So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit, It's when things seem worst that you mustn't quit. ITS DONE BEFORE BEGUN BILL cARDosI, '53 At writing poems, I'm not so hot, A gift of which, I haven't got. I'll end it now, Before it's begun, I'll pass it in, Then, I'll be done!