VOL. V, NO. 8
FEBRUARY 7, 1964
THE MAINE POINT
By Dick Pate

Your second semester just isn't underway yet if your brand new sweater hasn't been ruined, your steady hasn't left you, or your first semester grades haven't gone down the drain. If 1964 has brought you nothing but luck and good fortune so far, then you just haven't caught the swing of things, yet.

Fight Fumbling Frosh

Did you try to act sick the other day so you could stay home and intercept that progress report that you're getting in Spanish, and it didn't come? Are you afraid to go home now, because you know it arrived today, and your week‑end is ruined? Or did you stay up last night feverishly doing math problems that you knew the teacher wouldn't collect, but did, and you'd forgotten them at home?
And do you have to take a detention tonight because some crummy study hall teacher can't understand the necessity of talking? Are you frightened by the fact that you'll be frantically fighting flows of foot‑loose fumbling frosh for four more months?

Well, forget your fears, look toward brighter horizons, greener pastures, bluer skies, and clouds with silver linings. Remember that life is what you make of it, sunshine follows the storm, and a penny earned is a penny saved.

Keep high hopes, make hay while the sun shines, count your blessings, remember that tomorrow is another day, put a little bit of good into everything you do, love your enemies, help the helpless, do your duty, be prepared, keep in mind that giant oaks from tiny acorns grow, and ab‑ra‑ca‑dab‑ra, please and thank‑you! Don't give up the ship, REMEMBER THE MAINE, and women and children first! Glug.