Dorchester High School for Boys - Red and Black Yearbook (Dorchester, MA)

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closer to him and looked around half-fearfully and half-expectantly. His fame spread o'er the countryside and when the wind rose to a high tempo one could imagine that he heard the wail of Satan coming forth from it. Then they would be shaken back to reality by the real cry of Satan and their nerves would become tense, and they would be on the alert. Satan and his pack generally made their raids either on a moonless night or one that was cloudy. I-Ie and his pack ravaged, killed, and plundered. They seemed possessed because he and his pack were often fired upon, but it seemed that they never could be hit. The more times this happened, the more he was feared, and yet he was respected. When his name was mentioned, it was always in dread. But during the day when Satan didn't make any raids, he was always on the look-out for his mother's killer. Then one day at the same water hole where his mother had been so brutally killed, Satan spied the bear who killed her. I-Iow did he know? Instinct, I could say, but there are some things that can't be explained and I imagine this was one of them. Growling to his followers that this was to be his kill, he approached the bear snarling hate and defiance. Instinct told them that this was a fight where there could be no draw, this was a fight to the end where there could only be one survivor. Satan ap- proached his opponent slowly and steadily, then suddenly he sprang for the bear's neck. The bear side-stepped and lashed out with a paw catching Satan on the side with a nasty cut. Retreating a little, Satan looked for an opening, but before he could find one the bear lunged for him. A quick turn and the bear missed his mark. Before he could recover, Satan was at his back with fangs sunk deep in the nape of the bear's neck. Satan tasted the warm life blood of the bear, and this spurred him on and on. The urge to kill grew and grew, and as it grew he bit with a savage fury. The bear ran amuck and screamed his frenzy. The more he tried to shake Satan off, the harder Satan bit and held on. Then there came a fplease turn to page eighty-seuenj SCHOOL OF VETERINARY MEDICINE SESSIONS BEGIN APRIL 5 Pre-Veferinary School Sessions Begin April 5 and Augusi' 7 Prepare for a successful career in Veterinary Medicinel High school graduates may enroll in the one-year pre- veterinary course. Middlesex offers standard courses lead- ing to D.V.lVI. degree. Veterinary lVIedicine will present I attractive opportunities in private practice after the war. Wrife for cafalogz EDGAR A. CROSSMAN, M.D.V., Dean, Walfham, Mass. MIDDLESEX UNIVERSITY page seventy-six

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Spawn of Satan My M ,fam lt happened one pleasant Spring morning when you and l were probably fast asleep. Let us see what took place early that morning. We'll have to wait a few minutes: ah, there to your right, sir? The shrubbery moves slight- ly, a nose comes into view, the head, the shoulders, body and then, standing majestically before you, is the gray sleek figure of a she-wolf. Looking around, and smelling the breeze for a few seconds, she turns her head a little and emits a low growl. Tumbling forth from the bushes, comes a young cub, cute little fellow too. Tagging close behind his mother, they head for the water hole a few feet away from the bushes. To gaze upon this quiet and serene scene, one would hardly think that in a few moments death in all its violence would strike. But, such is life. Suddenly, tottering from side to side like some unstable building, death appears on the scene. Death, in the form of a great shaggy bear. Fighting ensued between the bear and the wolf. It was violent and gruesome. When the little cub tried to interfere, the bear lashed out with a gigantic paw and slashed the flank of the little cub. Whimpering piteous- ly, he headed for the safety of the shrubbery, blood trickling down his glossy black hide. Watching from the concealing bushes, he gazed fearfully upon the battle. Though what had happened to her child spurred her on, it was of no avail: the bear was getting the upper hand. In a few moments he had the cub's mother by the neck upon the ground. Thrash- ing wildly, she tried to escape, but the bear pinned her down with one of his paws. Soon the wolf's struggle ceased and the bear, apparent- ly forgetting the cub, lumbered off to care for the few wounds he got. When the bear was out of sight, the cub scampered from its hiding place to the inert form of its mother. Sniffling around its mother's face, the cub accidently poking its nose in the pool of blood that was near the neck, drew away quickly. Going around to the back of his mother's head, the cub licked her a few minutes after this he got up and walked around her whimpering. Realizing the effort to wake her up futile, he limped painfully towards the cave they once called home. That night was a most fearful and dreadful one for the little cub because this was the first night he had ever spent alone. The years passed, but with the years grew the hate for not only the bear that killed his mother but for all living creatures outside of his own kind. During the years that passed he rose to be a leader of a large and courageous pack, He was looked up to not only by his pack but by those in other packs. He led daring raids on nearby farms and during the night his Hgure could be seen silhouetted ma- jestically against the evening moon calling his pack to council. Some of the more superstitious farmers thought he was the devil re-incarnated, but at any rate he was as shrewd and as cunning as Satan. Therefore, he got the name, Satan. No man dared venture out at night alone without his gun. The hired help, when on duty walked around in pairs. When the cry of Satan the devil-wolf pierced the night, every man, no matter how brave, drew his gun xx N I page seventy-five

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For All Time Zu, Qabwf Wwe Swiftly, horribly, without any forewarning, swept across the border and began the Nazis destroying, pillaging, and terrorizing the whole country. Among the invaders was that of Lubin, inhabitated by five hundred peaceful people taken entirely un- aware by the sneak attack. We have allowed them to enter our beautiful village, to rob us, to beat us, and even to kill some of us. All this because we were stupefied with fear. But now we must take action: we must take revenge on the hated Nazi Swine who have so ruthlessly robbed our village. Thus spoke Maxim, the leader of a group of cour- ageous citizens of Lubin, who now gathered in the basement of a bomb- ruined building to discuss means of fighting the Nazis and pro- tecting their homes. Roughly organized, this little band of men had been harassing the ruthless Germans quarter- ed in the village. Thus far only one hundred troops were needed in order to keep the citizens under submission. Now, daily, new troops were arriving in order to quell the ever-increasing disturbances. But these were nothing compared to the real blow which the patriots were now planning to deliver to the conquerors. Maxim briefly outlined the plan once more to the satisfaction of the others. Then every- thing prepared, they crept out into the night one by one. Starting from the center of the village, we will work out in four groups to the outside of the village. There we will meet and escape to the hills. These were the orders given by Maxim in a whispered voice. Hours went by: each group had finished its mission and was making for the outskirts of the village for their rendezvous. But fate plays horrible tricks: a German sentry caught a glimpse of some moving shadows creeping stealthily along the side of a house. He aroused his fellow soldiers and one of the groups was trapped and caught. What totures these cour- ageous men were put through have rarely been the tiny villages first over-run by equalled in history. But pain could not make the heroic men reveal the fate that awaited these Nazi swine. The zero hour was nearing, the other groups had met and were anxiously awaiting their comrades We will wait only ten more minutes: that will give us time enough to reach the hills, suggested the weary leader of the little band of men. The minutes slowly crept by until finally there was no hope left. The group soon reached their hideout where they had previously brought their wives and children. The hour has come, said one of the men, they will soon receive the just punishment for the misery which they have brought into our lives. Suddenly with a defeating explosion the village burst into flames which enveloped the whole area and swallowed up every building in which their hated enemies were housed. But in the flames perished four of their comrades -- four men who had died without revealing a plan which brought destruction to the Nazis, - four men to whom the entire remaining inhabi- tants were indebted for their lives,-a debt which could not be paid directly, but which would be paid for by the lives of more of the hated invaders. In the words of their heroic leader, 'iWe will avenge the death of our comrades, we will free our beloved land, and we will ensure our children freedom and security for all time! Frosh: I spent eight solid hours on my history last night! Soph: You did? How come? Frosh: HI put it under my mattress and slept on it. Nurse: I think he's regaining conscious- ness, doctor: he tried to blow the foam off his medicine. page seventy-seven