Rockland High School - Cauldron Yearbook (Rockland, ME)

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16 THE CAULDRON Don't say that my dear, why Mr. Crosby promised you that promotion in six months and then you'll be on top. It'll be too late then, too late! I need the money tomorrow. I've arranged it so the blame will fall on that stupid janitor, and nobody will be the wiser. The pale little Figure by the bed stiffened and in a stern voice remarked, yes you have changed, you're not the same man I married, you're hard and cruel. I haven? changed, Mary, I harfen'f, it's just that . . . I'm trying to be kind . . . Ralph . . .! How do you think Ralph would feel if he knew where the money came from for his education? He'd hate you for the rest of his life! I want you to pick up that telephone and tell the janitor not to leave the keys to the vault in your office. Yqu're not going through with it, john! I'll not have you a thief. Remember th1s...1s...all...for...John... lVIary! screamed the tortured man, don't go! Come back! There suddenly came a pounding on the bedroom door and a young manis voice was heard calling, Father are you ill? Did I hear you call ? Go back to bed son. I've . . . I've been dreaming, yes, dreaming. As Ralph's footsteps died down the hall, John reached for a cigarette with trem- bling hands, lit it and drew in deeply. It mustihave been those accursed scallops I ate for supper to make me have such nightmares. Bah! Silly dream! Suddenly the cigarette fell from john Cartwright's hand and lay unnoticed on the carpet, for lying in a path of moonlight on the floor was a pale white chiffon scarf, which had not been there when he had retired. Then she was here, it wasnft a dream, but she couldn't have been . . . why! Mary has been dead for two months. 'Whenever you are in trouble and need me, I'll be back., Yes, those were her words. But things like that just didn't happen . . . or did they? The stunned man found himself reaching for the telephone as if compelled by a force stronger than his own. I-Ie vaguely remembered dialing a number, heard himself saying, don't leave the vault unlocked . . . I found the papers I needed at home . . . The expression on the man's face was that of a tired, old man, who had fought a hard, hard, struggle and lost . . . or had he won? DoRo'rHY Goonnow

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THE CAULDRON 15 of the two youngsters. Then, as before, with no word of farewell, he turned and silently disappeared among the trees. Well, I'll be blessed, said Susuan, So that's Trapper Joe! Why he walked miles to get this basket at his camp and bring it back to me. I'd have given him something to eat before he started back if he hadn't left so quickly. Imagine that now! Sakes alive, that man never hurt a Hea. I guess I could tell folks a thing or two about Trapper joe that they never heard before, but they'd probably say I was crazy too. Later in the evening when Susan told her husband about the afternoon's ex- perience his comments proved to be as she predicted. Trapper Joe! exclaimed John Bailey, Not on your life, Sue! That man's a killer, and besides he doesn't dare show his wicked self around in daylight. It must have been one of the Indians from the reservation. If I thought for a min- ute that Trapper Joe was hanging around these parts I wouldn't leave you and the kids alone all day. Susan only smiled. NADA CARY THE WHITE SCARF john . . . John! Wake up John! John Cartwright sat bolt up in bed, was that someone calling his name? It sounded just like . . . but. of course, it couldnit be! John . . . John! The cold sweat started to trickle down John's forehead even though the night was cold, too cold for September. Mary! Is that you? Oh, my God! I thought . . . , Oh my darling you did come back. Yes, John, I told you if you ever needed me and were in trouble, I'd come back. You mustn't do it john, it's not the right thing. But Mary, it's the only way, you know our promise to Ralph. He must go to medical school . . . no matter what the cost! We fwromised him, Mary. The pale little figure sighed and moved closer to the bed, touching john's tremb- ling hand as she moved nearer. The man shuddered at the contact of the cold fingers. What of that janitor, he may have a son too, maybe he has plans for him. We can't think of that, Mary! The man dropped his head in his shaking hands and groaned, Oh I'm such a failure, putting up such a big front and making people believe that I have money when Ilm practically a-a-bum!

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. . Idnvtrg . . Q? QKPQKFP QKFSIQKPQKFPQKPSFW Eiiiiiiwitfgiiixmisasfstiaamsamssiii The Voice of the Four Score Hearts Above the roar and din of global war A quiet voice arises from the deep, Sure in faith and hopeful in tomor- row's fate. It is the voice of four score hearts- Hearts strong as steel, and soft as fleece, Rough and tough, and calm and clearg Hearts light as air. and deep as sleep. But hark! They speak and merge in one firm voice. I gog for there is much to do And such a little time- Ships to invent and sail in the strange unknown g Laws to make, fields to till and cities to erect 3 A thousand things to learn and teachg A thousand dreams to realize- And now the time is come! A sentimental sadness squeezes hard my bulging heart Till all my sight is wet. But come, No tears, there isn't time for that- .Iust linger but to say So long! And all becomes a memory. DotioLAs PERRY Reveries of a Rug Cutter ln Grandma's time, Grandpa would prance Up to her when he wished to dance. She'd curtsy to him. sweet and gay, Then 'cross the floor they'd whirl a way. But now the times have changed a bit- lf Gram heard this she'd have a fit! Come on. what gives? My little worm. Come jive with me a hep-cat squirm. Gleeps, pal. got fungus on yer feet? You're super, genial. but elite. You're thirsty? Here's a shot 'o dope. Aw. don't give me that old soft soap. How's your fever, cuddle cat? -lust shoot the cheese to Brother Rat! That's what now-a-days we shout As to hot jive we bounce about. lint times I tire of old Glen Miller, My thoughts stray from the killer diller. To how old Grandma found romance VVhile stepping out the old square dance. M. lXllLLS