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

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3.03 CHAN Hi there! Wehave received' many magazines since? our last issue and iind many original ideas which we hope will interest you. Orange and Black, Farmington High, Farmington, N. H. We enjoyed your magazine and think your Art Editor did a splen- did job. The Lakonian, Laconia High, La- conia, N. H. ,- Your newspaper is very good. The original idea of the reversal columns was appropriate for the April issue. The Tattlerf' Nashua High, Nash- ua, N. H. i Your Book Review Section is the only one we have seen and we en- Joyed it. The Profile Page proves you have some competent artists. The Broadcaster, Nashua Junior High, Nashua, EN. H. PUPILS REPRESENTING HALF THE TEAM We have a Conner but no Triangle We have a Mills but no Flour We have a Roy but no Rogers We have a Hill but no Mountain We have a Brooks but no Lakes We have a Cook but no Food We have a Hammer but no Nail We have a Hall but no Room We have a Marsh but no Swamp We have a Dodge but no DeSoto We have a Page but no Book -I We have a Treble but no Bass , We have a Clark but no Gable We have a Fisher but no LaRosa We have a Ham but no Eggs Bye now! See you next year! CContinued from 2nd Page of Editorialsb associate with one another out of in- terest, curiosity, and because of what they may gain from others? Bear this fact in mind. . An example of the way we treat one another may be found in the Way children may treat the same toy. One child may be very careful of the -toy, he may be curious as to what makes it go. The other may pick up the toy and throw it, step on it, and break it just to satisfy his ego. I Human relations are most impor- tant. If we can learn to treat each individual according to his nature, less: trouble will ensue. There is one point to be added, however, and that is that although some people may have to be pushed around, most of us appreciate being handled with kid gloves. Everyone is differentg that's the important fact to remem- ber. i If we can learn to get along smooth- ly with everyone, it will indeed be a miracle. In doing so, however, an- other miracle will also follow: the ever hoped forworlfd peace will be Won by the eliminations of malice, hatred, and greed.

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' :elllllllll The Black Umbrella CARLENE RICHARDSON, '54 Old Martha Crimley walked brave- ly down the Mall and turned toward Westminster I-Iall. She raised her black umbrella against the thick fogl It could not ward off the creeping mist, but the hard, cold steel handle gave Martha a feeling of stability. Martha stood calmly in the shadow of the high. iron fence, watching the people entering and leaving West- minster Hall. There were tears on the faces of many of the women, and the men held tightly to their hat brims. There were no tears on Martha Crimley's cheeks. I-Ier hands were steady, her chin was high, it quivered-more than once, but it was high. Martha lowered her umbrella and stepped into the line of people. The poorly dressed woman in front of her was sobbing hysterically. Martha stepped out of line deliberately and waited until the line had progressed several people, then, just as deliber- ately, Martha stepped between two sad, but dry-eyed mourners. The line moved slowly up the walk to the Hall, and although Martha's heart was crumbling within her, out- wardly she held her dignity as tight- ly as she held the handle of her black umbrella. The line passed into Westminster Hall and Martha could see the draped catafalque. The nearer Martha came to Queen Mary's coffin, the more tightly the handle of the black um- brella was held. As she walked slowly by the coffin, Martha bowed her head in prayer. Walking bravely, with the black fp:-.:.. umbrella held rigid by ithe grip of her hand, Martha turned in the direc- tion of the park and walked slowly through the dense fog toward it. She sat stifliy on the rickety bench and thought. It was sixty-three years ago that William and I watched Victoria on the way to her coronation. How many other times did William and I stand on the Mall and watch royalty pass? And many, many of those times this old black umbrella protected us from the heavy drizzle. Martha Crimley sighed and looked up into the darkening sky. I just wish that William were here now. Victoria's reign died, leaving only Queen Maryg William died leaving only-ine. Now Queen Mary is gone and I am left alone. I will walk down the Mall and climb the stairs to my cosy, but lonely Hat. I will take off my hat that I have worn for eight years and look again in the mirror at my white hair. I will give Susie and her kittens a saucer of warm milk and put fthe kettle on the stove for my tea. There are young girls, now quick and pret- ty, that some day will be sitting as I am now. Lonely-with all family and familiar royalty gone. Their hair, too, will be white and their hats old. And then a feeling of thankfulness swept over Martha as she thought of the rich, full life that lay behind her. Suddenly two tears escaped from under Martha Crimley's spec- tacles and ran down her cheeks. Please, God, take care of ithem as well as you have taken of me. And Martha Crimley rose and walked bravely and with great dig- nity down the Mall. Back in the park, beside an old bench, lay a black