Maycomb Daily - Newspaper

Published: July 21, 1933

Maycomb Daily

"One Shot Finch" strikes again!

By: William Grant
 



Mr. Atticus Finch was known to be very accurate at shooting. He was also known as "Dead Shot Finch".
Since those old times Mr. Finch never shot a weapon, and never even wanted to see one again. But that all changed when it was reported that Mr. Finch shot a wander-less dog somewhere around the neighborhood where he lives in. Information tells us that he and Mr. Heck Tate immediately came to the scene after Mr. Finches' housekeeper called them. She also alarmed everyone in the neighborhood to stay inside and to not come outside. 

When they arrived Mr. Finch wanted Heck to shoot the dog but Mr. Tate kept refusing him and ordered Mr. Finch to shoot. Mr. Finch's glasses fell of and it took him quite some time to aim for a good spot to shoot the animal. When he pulled the trigger they say that "He doesn't know what hit him,".  The dog was killed and we knew that he still got it in him. Mr. Finch wanted it to keep a secret and he didn't even tell his own children about his past when he was an incredible shooter. Our sources tell us that Mr. Finch reckoned like it never happened.
We managed to get a little interview with Mr. Finch's housekeeper
Maycomb Daily asked her what she thought about Mr. Finch's action
"I was quite shocked with Mr. Finch's behavior. It ain't surprising that he still didn't lose his efficiency."
We asked her what she thought about it

"Ahh, I personally think that Mr. Finch did the right choice, to kill that darn dog an' put him in his misery."

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 By: George Derrington

Everyone must’ve already heard about this fella Tom Robinson. He was put in trial for raping a white woman. Clearly that is one of the most dangerous things a black man can do in Maycomb County these days. Even though Atticus Finch made it seem extremely clear that Mr. Robinson was not guilty, and that Mr. Bob Ewell had beaten her daughter up an'  then later raped her, it was most obvious that no Black man could ever win a case against white people. This came to show when Mr. Robinson was charged guilty, and then sent to prison, even though for something he ain't  done.

Well, a couple of days later it was reported to us that Mr. Robinson was killed by the guards in Justice Prison just two miles away from Maycomb County. Apparently, Mr. Robinson was allegedly trying to escape from prison by climbing over the fence to the other side, but he never made it because he was shot. According to the guards, they shot in the air a couple of times to warn him that he should not try escaping but that didn’t change Tom’s mind. Our sources tell us that he was shot seventeen times while he was trying to jump over the fence, and to escape prison. 

We ought'a get interview from some of the guards, and we got it
"Do you think that old Tom got what he deserved?"
"Well, I certainly believe that that negro ain't no better alive,"

This of course was a tremendous shock to some especially to his wife and his kids. To some other people they thought that he was no better good then dead.

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Editorial:

Court Fairness

By: Nolan Stross

I was there and witnessed with my own eyes the trial of Tom Robinson. Mr. Atticus Finch clearly set the cards on the table and made the truth come out. This man was innocent and Bob Ewell beat up, and raped his own daughter. I think he knew that he would win the case against a black man. Everything made sense and it was clear that Tom had not lay a finger on Mayella Ewell.

Nevertheless the jury didn’t seem to care and the outcome was a victory for the Ewells and the black’s had lost again. I think that we aint' no better to continue to treat colored people otherwise. They are people like us but with different color. Cause of one’s color I think it’s not reasonable to mistreat them and let alone sent them in jail for something they never did. I think we should all treat each other equally with equal rights even though there are differences between our skin color. That there are color differences that doesn’t make them animals, or monsters. They are still human.

 I think that they should definitely change the court system because winning a case for something you did and make someone else go to jail for what you have done is just outrageous. 

We gotta some words from a citizen around the jury and got some of his thoughts on it
"Do you think the jury was fair to this fella?"
"Course not. This man had no bad things goin on round himself,"
"What do you think was the real event here boy?"
"I oughta know better then some fellas but I sure do know that Mr. Bob Ewell raped his own daughter. S' right sir. His own daughter."

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Letter to Editor

 

Letter to Editor

Dear Mr. Grant

I must say that after reading your article on “One Shot Finch” I think that you aint'a put it on Maycomb Daily. I personally heard about Atticus Finch but never met him. After what I read on your article it is obvious that if he wanta' no one to know he was such an incredible shooter he most likely wouldn’t want it all over the news. I’ve been reading this Newspaper for a long time and I never encountered such a incident before. I think you should definitely take that of since I think it would be offensive to Mr. Finch. You oughta asked him for permission on it and I think that he would say not to put it on if he wanted it to be a secret. 

This could’ve lead to some serious problems Mr. Grant and I advise you to make a change in your newspaper or other people will learn about this incident and feel the same way I did, and I advise you to check before you post whatever you are going to post in Maycomb Daily as it is a wonderful Newspaper.

I am sure that if Mr. Finch reads this story and/or if his children read it he will be very mad and he will throw all his anger not at only you but to ya'll  working on Maycomb Daily. Please consider this as an instruction to help your Newspaper succeed in the future without any inconveniences.

Thank you for reading

Best Regards:

Sally Winston 

We managed to receive some own words with Mrs. Winston

“Mrs. Winson I believe that you certainly ain’t a saint bout’ Mr. Grant’s work here aint ya,”

“I dunno bout’ everyone else working on it but I think that he oughta remake that article.”

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Obituary
By: Nicole Brennan

Tom Robinson was a young and very strong man. He was a run-of-a-mill and never did harm to anyone. He has a beautiful wife named Helen and they had wonderful children. However his wife and kids had to face a terrible loss. Tom, a loved husband and a love father, was shot and killed.

He was charged with rape on a white woman.  Even with all the hard work Mr. Atticus Finch put in to defend Tom he was charged guilty on the false rape that Mr. Bob Ewell actually committed. Tom was as innocent as a mockingbird, but the Jury thought otherwise of this incident. They sent Tom to Justice Prison two miles away from Maycomb County. S' right. They sent him to prison for something he ain't done

It was on July 16, 1933 that Tom Robinson was reported dead. The people in Justice Prison say that it was during their exercise session when Tom was trying to climb over the fence and try to escape prison. The guards say the shot warning shots in the air but Mr. Tom didn’t pay attention and continued to try and escape. He was later shot seventeen times and was brutally  killed.

We got some of our own media on it.

“Why’d ya’ll shoot him?”

“Well, we oughta know better ain’t we now,”

“We knew that that the only way out was to shoot that darn bastard,”

Some people felt devastated and others didn’t care much. However Tom was a man like everyone else amongst us and he deserves a burial.

Tom Robinson was not going to be forgotten soon.

True Savages Or Not?

The Lord of the Flies book by William Golding and the movie by Harry Hook (1990) differ from each other in many ways such as the boys’ change of the Nationality from British to American, the change of schools, and the symbolism of the beast. These are only some of the reasons that make the book different from the movie.

In the book, the boys seem like your average school-boys. They all come from different schools and struggle to know each other in the beginning. They are polite, kind and somewhat tranquil before they start to shape shift into savages and lose civility. Unlike the book, in the movie all boys come from the same military school where they already know each other. The significance of the change in schools is that the boys aren’t school boys but military boys that change their personality and their response to what is happening amongst them. Although there are other reasons, the main reason parents send their children to Military School is behavior. The majority of Military School attendees have a very bad behavioral record. This changes how the boys are educated and how they act. This is just one of the differences.

In the book, the boys are English and they didn’t use any swear words at all. Despite the boys’ actions, they maintained manner and seemed more civil before they become savages. Unlike in the movie the boys are American and they talk harsher and they use swear words. They start to fall into savagery way faster than in the book. The significance of the change of the nationality makes the change of the boys' behavior and actions also the bad language. Studies show that swearing and bad manners are traits usually assigned to American children. (This is not stereotyping or bullying Americans in any way, this is what social studies show). In Golding’s view, English children on the other hand, have very good manners and are more civil than their American counter-parts. This of course changes the setting and changes the story.

In the novel, the beast actually shows symbolism and is the main reason why the boys descended into savagery. The book’s interpretation of the beast makes it come across as a more figment of the boys’ imagination and symbolizes their tattered state of mind. In the movie, there was only a monster that completely lost the essence of the boys becoming savages because of it. In the movie, it makes no indication that the beast does not exist, leading the viewer to believe in it. This change makes the story very different and as well makes the movie different from the book. I have derived that the book makes you feel like an adult watching over the children whereas in the movie, you feel like you are one of them; clueless to reality.

The Lord of the Flies was an excellent book that went far beyond my expectations. However the movie lacked the significance the book showed. The book was far more superior to the movie and the movie isn’t complete. Their nationality change, school change, and most importantly the loss of the significance of the beast make for a change that make the movie lack the real meaning of the book. The book actually shows how the boys’ become savage. The movie should’ve shown the boys’ descent into savagery. While it didn’t it makes the movie lose the whole significance of the story and how it is set. The book completely masters that and these changes make the movie rather disappointing. The book was fantastic and I think the movie still needs more work on.

10/10 – Book – Lord of the Flies (William Golding)

7/10 – Movie – Lord of the Flies 1990 Version (Harry Hook)

Let The Games Begin

My Version

By: Vigan Osmani

Chapter 12

“Let The Games Begin”

Daylight was gone. The night terrors were about to summon. Ralph stood with his back on the long tree. “No. They aren’t like this no,” he repeated to himself. “No they didn’t kill Piggy. No he is still here.” The night was worn out. Ralph tried to set his mind to things other than the agonizing pain the darkness could bring.

Ralph stared at the sea. It was quite beautiful at night. The way the moon reflects of the gentle ocean waves. He waited for the pack of monsters that were coming for him, about Jack and the rest of the savages that wanted nothing more for his head to be mounted alongside the pigs as a trophy.

Ralph allowed himself to drift into better days and took his mind of the murder that was lurking in the forest. About camping with his Dad on the bleak English sea-side. About how he always tracked sand into the tent and how he could never satisfy his father’s naval standards.

It reminded him of Piggy. All he wanted was for the camp to be organized and neat. Ralph’s imagination brought him to when Piggy’s head exploded into a million tiny shards and he was casted off the cliff and into the ocean with his crimson fluid gushing all over the sand.

Ralph rose to his feet. He was not going to suffer the same fate. And he most certainly wasn’t going to give these animals the satisfaction of killing him; he wasn’t going down without a fight.

He could hear the cries of the hunters deep in the forest; they were coming; coming for him. A sudden explosion came from their direction and trees erupted in flames. “What the….” he said, confused. Had something just exploded?

In the distance, he heard Jack scream, “IF WE DON’T KILL HIM THEN THE FIRE WILL!” Cheers rose up from within the forest and quickly dispersed; the games had begun. Ralph knew that the beach was the first place they would look so he ran into the trees to hide among them. The savages prowled through the creepers and vines with their blood-shot eyes wide open.

As Ralph got deeper and deeper into the forest, he saw the first figure. He looked like yet another littlun under Jack’s spell and was holding a spear. His silhouette looked tense against the wall of flames behind him. Ralph snuck away without getting noticed, he walked close and close to Castle Rock; the last place they would look. He could just about see the fortress after a few minutes of walking. Before the fortress stood two identical figures that Ralph knew very well. He could make out the fear in their painted eyes.

“Sam! Eric!” He whispered. The two terrified twins snapped to attention,

“Ralph? Is that you?” Sam asked.

“You’re not supposed to be here!” Eric informed.

“I know, I know. Can u just let me through please? I need to hide!”

“The last time we helped you—“

“—Roger tortured us.”

“I’m sorry,” Ralph apologized, “But if I don’t hide, they will kill me!”

“Ralph, we are tired of your rules!” Sam shouted,

“We’ve listened to you and all it’s gotten us is more and more suffering!” Eric finished as he raised his spear, “If I were you, I’d leave.”   

Ralph watched in amazement from his muddy hole in the soil. “But—but…you have to help me! We’re friends.”

Eric gingerly jabbed Ralphs arm creating a small cut, “Not any more Ralph, not anymore.” He stabbed at Ralph again, this time actually causing pain.

Ralph winced and pulled forth his weapon, “I could kill both of you if I wanted to,” he warned.

“I dare you to lay a finger on us.” Sam grinned.

Ralph accepted the challenge and lunged out of the trees. He drove his spear through Eric’s torso and listened to the horrific crunchy sound the stick made as it ripped through his organs and poked out of his back. The stick was drenched with blood as was Eric’s back. The liquid burst all over the ground and the savage vomited red. Ralph let the spear sit for a second before violently twisting it. Eric let out a scream of agony and fell to the floor. Ralph ripped the spear out and jabbed it at Sam. The remaining twin cowered against the wall but suffered the same fate.

The spear was driven through his throat and blood was splattered across Ralph’s face. The stick penetrated the rock and Sam stood impaled, futilely grasping for breath. Ralph watched him suffocate and spasm until eventually, his face turned bright-white and his eyes closed shut. He then turned to Eric’s body that was ripped open from the stomach outwards. Blood was frantically spewing out of the hole and Ralph grasped his spear with blood-coated hands.

He smiled at his new weapon and jogged over to Castle Rock. He entered the small opening and walked through the tunnels with the feces of bats and savages. He tried to hold his breath as he held his spear in front of him just in case a savage jumped in front of him.

The tunnels seemed clear so he proceeded to the top of the castle. He walked onto the roof and felt his feet heat up as they touched the hot surface. He crept to the edge of the rock-roof and looked out over the island.

It was engulfed with flames and blood-thirsty children. He could see the bodies of Sam and Eric, Sam seemed to have suffocated to death and both bodies were fuelling a huge puddle of blood.

 “Oh no, oh damn it no!” Ralph said to himself as he realized he had forgotten to hide the bodies. It was only a matter of minutes before a savage found the two corpses. He screamed for the others to gather and within seconds, a group of savages were staring down at the two most recent casualties’ dead bodies. They all seemed devastated. Ralph looked down at his hands—they were still covered with the blood of the twins.

“What have I become?” he asked himself. He had killed two people who were doing no more than protecting themselves.

“Oh Jesus, oh Jesus no!” he started to punch the rock with sadness and anger.

“What did I do? Oh god, what did I do!”

His guilt grew up and he started screaming with pain, not physical pain, but the worst pain; physiological.

The savages looked up from the bodies to see blood dripping down Ralph who was sitting on the rock, crying madly. “I knew we couldn’t trust those weaklings.” Jack remarked, referring to Sam’n’Eric. “Go kill him.”A team of savages ran up to Castle Rock, chanting, “Kill the beast! Cut his throat! Spill his blood!” Ralph was too concerned with his actions than the gang of monsters coming to kill him. He felt like he deserved what was coming to him, he sat down; watching Jack and Roger as they threw the bodies in the ocean, and the savages were going to arrive in a matter of seconds. Roger wrenched Sam from the wall and Sam’s head rolled off due to Roger’s slovenly work. Ralph decided that he wanted his head to roll off because of his work. He wanted respect, dead or alive. He stood up and turned to the opening in the roof. Eventually, the savages appeared.

“Hey guys,” Ralph greeted. The savages didn’t respond with words, they just grunted angrily. Ralph was so emotionally numb after Sam’n’Eric that he didn’t fear them. He threw his spear off the rock and welcomed the monsters, “Let’s let the games begin shall we?” The squad rushed towards him with their spears high. Ralph rolled under the tips and shot through one of the savage’s legs. He quickly got on his feet and kicked a savage in the back. The savage fell forward and fell on the rock, he plummeted towards the rocks and made a splat sound as gravity smashed him against the rocks.

The remaining savages turned angrily to Ralph who smiled back at them. He picked up a rock that sat on the floor and chucked it in the face of the closest savage. His fore head cut open and he started bleeding as he lost his balance. Ralph quickly grabbed another rock; this one hit him in his painted chin. The savage fell off Castle Rock with a splat, just like the first one. There were six of them left. They started chanting again, “Kill the beast! Cut his throat! Spill his blood, “and ran at Ralph who quickly turned around and jumped off the rock! He aimed for a non-rocky part of the ocean and held his arms in front of his as he flew. He tilted forward and tucked his head in-between his arms. He hit the water with a splash and he glided underwater like his father had taught him how to.

He started swimming around Castle Rock and towards the beach. When he first popped his head out of the water, he saw lights in the distance. He swam to the sand faster than he knew how to and turned to face the distant lights from the beach. He squinted his eyes and stretched his vision as far as possible. He recognized the distant object almost instantly; it was a ship.

Chapter 13

“From Russia With Love”

Ralph started at the ship in total awe. The ship was moving in a different direction. Ralph fell down to his knees. He started to cry as he was screaming in agonizing pain. He drifted back to a time when he was visiting his father in Navy training. He remembered how his father told him to warn passing planes or ships with his bare hands. With other parts of the memory filling Ralph soon made up his mind and knew what he had to do. He rose up to his feet. He was running to the little cliff where he and his forgotten tribe had tried to start a fire. Ralph found a stick and tore of remaining pieces of his shirt. He put the pieces on the little sharpened edge of the stick. It looked like Ralph had built a signal flag. He was screaming and waving “Over here, over here.” He stretched his vision and could barely manage to see seamen with scopes looking in Ralph’s direction. Suddenly the ship changed course. It started turning until it was facing the island. Ralph nodded as he was astonished that his technique to trigger the ship had worked.

The ship soon arrived at the Island. He could see seamen with loads of guns and barrels. The seamen looked at Ralph in total disgust. They paid close attention to the drips of blood that dropped from parts of his wounds and from his blood-coated hands. Movement came from a few seamen. They walked down the long gang-way. Their uniforms were dark green and padded with sand. Ralph’s watch was at the badges of their uniforms. He knew they were veterans. He noticed an emblem on their hat. It was Russian. Ralph’s body formed a shaky habit. The Russian veterans could see Ralph was scared. One general called a few soldiers. They were whispering something in a language that was unknown to Ralph. The Russians finally turned “Sie sint Deutsch?” he said something Ralph had no clue what it meant. The General repeated again in a tone that finally made sense “Are you German?”

Ralph’s voice was trembling, “I… I… I don’t know,” he said.

 The Russians stared in confusion. The General said “Silly boy. How do you not,”

“I just don’t know. Things… Things changed,” Ralph vaguely interrupted him.

Ralph and the Russians looked behind to see the whole Island burning. “The savages,” “The savages will kill us. I can hear them. They are close. Please let’s get out of here.”

The cries of the hunters were audible now, “Kill the beast. Cut his throat. Spill his blood,” the chanting echoed. “What are you? Who are these savages? What is happening here,” said the confused general.

The horrific creatures were near. They could sense Ralph’s fear from a long range. “There he is,” Ralph heard one of savages say. The creatures came jumping from the dark forest. “Shoot them. Shoot them all,” said the general. The field soon became a horrible bloodbath. Numerous shots got fired from the Russian’s not even one missing the savages. All of them were growling and screaming in an excruciating pain. All savages fell to the sand and were killed like animals. The Russians didn’t recognize them as boys or either as human beings. They recognized them as creatures which led them to kill them

The liquid blood was flowing and was covering the area. All the savages were dead. Nothing remained besides cruel animals and dead pigs. Ralph watched the general do the job he was made for. Kill. The hunters were now replaced.

“Him too,” said the general. Three shots came with light’s speed from the guns of the soldiers. Ralph stopped to stare. The tremendous change savagery has done to him. He looked down to see his stomach covered with holes and blood. He wanted the reign of death to stop. Ralph’s final words came irregularly “Pe… Peace. Promise me peace in the next life,” he barely said while trying to stop the blood coming out of his mouth while he was coughing. Very soon Ralph joined the other creatures. He fell down on the red sand, joining the other dead bodies. His last sight came, the Russians leaving from the dark isle. Ralph’s eyes closed and his neck fell on the other side. His body stopped shaking. The blood was still trailing down his wounds.

The boys all drifted away, into a different place. A place ruled by the Lord of the Flies.

Rationale

The Lord of the Flies was an incredible book. However I felt like the ending was very predictable. I decided to change the ending as how it is in the following. Ralph is totally devastated after the death of Piggy and how things turned up with the savages. He realizes that things had to get order. Later with the death of Sam’n’Eric we can tell that Ralph had fallen to the ways of the savages. We can see how powerful savagery and the lack of society and civilization could be. I think my ending explains it very well with the death of Sam’n’Eric how Ralph becomes depressed and traumatized then he goes insane and doesn’t fear the savages anymore.

At the very end with the Russians I wanted to show how the war was still a high threat and that  Jack and his tribe weren’t the only creatures. When all the boys die we can see the change of shifts between the boys and the Russians. The boys had changed from the status of the hunters to the ones of the innocent pigs and animals that were brutally murdered. In the end the boys seem to be the ones innocent and the Russians the ones who had the hunger of killing. Ralph believed that everything is perfect in life and the only savages were Jack and his tribe. He realized that with the war still raging on he wanted things to come back the way they were before the whole conflict between the tribes in the island. We came to realize that there are other savages beyond the island of the Lord of the Flies. I felt like this was the corresponding ending that should have been attached to this amazing book.

The Shell And The Glasses Tanka

Lost in guilt he was
It was a death accident
Darkness fell on them
They did not come for the conch
But rather for Piggy's specs.

Free Verse Contest

You Can't Have It All

But you can have the shiny streets of the Kosovo markets.

You can have the intricate hand made carpets, and the silky sheets soft like feathers.

You can have the sweet stories your grandma tells each afternoon in the hot summers and the cold winters.

You can have the love and the support of your family in dark times.

You can have the large trees and the colorful leafs  like the dresses your mother wears in the long feasts that last for countless days.

You can have the warmth of your blanket after a cold shower.

You can have the shiny cellophane on a bright new game.

You can have a cat curling against you with the soft hair like when you cuddle in your father's arms when you were young.

You can have the mist burning your eyes in the high mountain.

You can have the long walk to safety and to a fresh new start.

You can see dead bodies along the streets and the painful screams like a bee's sting.
You can have the year spent in a dark place outside your home looking for a day to return to one piece.
You can be whatever you want and follow your dream and never letting someone tell you that you can't do it.
You can have the wind blow you from one place to another making you think if its all worth it.
You can have a cold drop of water in your throat after a long tiring soccer match.
You can think of different ways to make a change in your life and to follow different paths until you get one that makes you happy
But you can't have your country and the love of your people your whole life.
You can't have the soft touch of your grandma in your cheeks your whole life.
You can't succeed in all of your dreams but you can keep on dreaming forever hoping for one successful change.
You can't have the love of resurrection of the ones you love.

You can't have it all
But you can have this 

Poetry Notebook: The Lost Memories

Theme: Love and Death

Selected by: Vigan Osmani

Description

Everyone has great feelings towards somebody. Nobody wants to experience the persons they respect and love to die. But in all cases death can be banished with love. If you love someone never forget them since within every death there is misery. But all of it can be stopped with showing love and believing that they are always in your heart and there will be kept there for eternity never to be released. Love is more stronger than death. I came to realize all of that when my grandmother died and I mostly dedicate this notebook to her.

Synopsis

Most of the poems will be related to death and love. But certainly all of them show sadness within and they all make me feel differently in certain ways.

Poems:

Two Loves by: Lord Alfred Douglas

I Love You by: Sara Teasdale

I Am Not Yours by: Sara Teasdale

Love's Secret  by: William Blake

Requiescat by: Matthew Arnold

Death o Death by: Asif Balosch

Death's Too Near by: Mark R. Slaughter

To Death by: Robert Herrick