Deerfield High School - Arrow Yearbook (South Deerfield, MA)

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1036 4-44444 DEERFIIZI .ID which the person attempts to show you how many bones he can break in your hand, and the naturally firm clasp which, although powerful, does not cause you to shake and wiggle your hand to start the blood circulat- mg again. Although a person appears to be a timid soul, the handshake sometimes changes your opinion. A person who is a good example of this fact is Ber- narr Macfadden, the magazine pub- lisher, who is a rather small man, but being a physical culture expert, has a grip of iron. How do you shake hands? R. Linehan ANOTHER NORTH WOODS INCIDENT A little house on Center Street Hill in the center of Bangor, Maine, was the scene of busy preparations. The youngest of the family was leaving for Powers's Camp, up in the north- ern woods. I made the trip to Millinocket, the home of the Great Northern Paper Company, by train. After hanging around a few days, I got a job of night clerk in the Palace of the Woods, the only hotel in the little town. In about three weeks, I start- ed for Hunt's tote camp, the jump- ing off place before you hit the big woods. There I fell in with Mike Gold- on. He was headed for Butterfield's Campg so I changed my plans, and we took the tote team heading for the camp. It was a wild, desolate re- gion that we had to travel through- big timber, rocky ledges and loawling, tumbling streams. Upon reaching the camp, we found that it was under quarantine for smallpox. Mike and ARROXV 5559?-f 15 I sneaked up after dark and got in before we could be stopped. One of the stricken men was an old friend of mine, and he was delighted to see me. Two days afterward, three of the cases were taken to an abandoned camp three miles from ours. Mike and I got jobs as cooks. We had to get lunch for the men and car- ry it up the mountain to where they were working. The meals were most- ly baked beans, cold, sliced, salt pork, coffee, and some sort of cake or cook- ies. It was a rough fare, but hearty. One night the cook told Mike and me, that, if we would scrub the cook's shack, he would help us. We agreed, of course, and it fell to me to lug the water. I had to carry it about five hundred yards from Souaderhunk stream, as the camp was situated on it. It was pitch dark on the path, but I had made two trips and was on the last, when just ahead, in a tree over the path, I saw what seemed to be two balls of fire. As I watched them, they seemed to drop a little at a time. Suddenly with a start it came to me what they were. The pails went in different directions, and with a yell, I charged up the path towards camp. The men had been lying around, not doing much, until they heard my yell. They came to their feet, and the boss grabbed a rifle. I had run into trees, brush, and other obstacles, trying to get to camp, and I was a sorry sight. At first I couldn't talk clearly, but after awhile I was able to stammer out a pretty good account of what I had run from. Fred Camoe, the boss of the outfit, wanted me to go back, but I wouldn't. They then went back to the place where I had been, and they saw what I had seen. When the two balls of fire dropped this time, Ca- moe fired, and a spitting, snarling

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lo 4-44444 DEERFIELD bunch came hurtling out of the tree. The men lit torches and looked at the biggest, finest Canadian lynx they had ever seen. Its ears were tufted, and a more ferocious sight was un- imaginable. In the meantime, I was squirming with shame at the thought of how I had run, and of the scene I had made. But when the men came back, they assured me that my fear had been jus- tified. Leland Goodwin AN EVENING DOING MY HOMEWORK At three o'clock, I leave school with three books-history, chemistry, and English-with the best intentions of studying them all thoroughly before nine o'clock. When I reach home, I immediately sit down, intending to do my history before supper. It seems that I always choose a place to study where I can watch my brothers having a marvel- ous time skiing. Forcing out of my mind the temptation to join them, I begin to outline the chapter. Just as 1 get my mind on my history, one of my brothers comes in to get a pair of dry mittens, and tells me how good the skiing is. Finally he persuades me to go out, although I confess I do not need to be urged very much, and that ends my studying for the after- noon. When I come in, cold and hungry, in spite of the good time I have had, it is supper-time, and I have to help my mother to get supper. Then, the dishes have to be washed, and about that time it is seven o'clock. In a rather bad humor, I search for my books which my brother has hidden, and proceed to finish my history. An- ARROXV QPF?-7 19311 other topic is written down, when someone thinks of Amos 'n Andy. Of course I have to listen to this, and Popeye, which follows. Even though I have scoffed at this program as be- ing childish, it is a good way to waste fifteen minutes. After this, I work furiously for half an hour and finish my history. With a sigh of relief I put aside my history, and with a groan of despair I begin my chemis- try, remembering a test that is com- ing next day. Then, Oh, it's time for Crime Clues, and the radio is turned on again. I try to act disinterested, and keep on studying, but at the end of the half hour, I am helping Spencer Dean trace down the criminal. Half-past eight, and my homework not even half done! Finally, after discussing a news broadcast, and glancing at my book occasionally, I put it aside as finished. Next, and last, is my English. After finding the assignment which I have absent- mindedly put in my chemistry book, I look at it in despair. There is too much to do completely, and it would be of no use half-done. Better to leave it for my study period tomor- row. Glancing up at the clock, I see that it is half-past nine. This is too early to go to bed, so I decide to finish a letter I started the day before. This does not take long, and, as it is still early, I decide to finish my English. I work at this until after ten o'clock when I am gently reminded that I have had ample time to finish my studying an hour before. Ignoring this remark, I continue until half- past ten, when I am no longer remind- ed, but told that it is getting late. When I put my book with the other two, my favorite song is being played Over the radio, so I have to make it