Holbrook High School - Echo Yearbook (Holbrook, MA)

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26 THE ECHO Arriving at the car, they entered and sank wearily on the soft cushions of the car seat. “Tired?” asked Bill. “I’m tired,” she replied, “but I ' m happy. I was never so happy before in my life. ’ Following this was a few minutes’ inter- val of silence. “Do you know,” she said, “I’d like to come out here again — next week.” Emory H. Mann, ’32. SER GEANT WHITE The low dull drone of an aeroplane reached the ears of a small band of rustlers hidden deep in the Canadian Rocky Moun- tains. As aeroplanes were so seldom seen in that part of the country, the men hastened to a small clearing in the woods and gazed sky-ward. There in the sky just above them soared a monoplane. Something was wrong! That could be seen in an instant. Lower and lower came the plane, the X-44, with its motor kicking and sputtering. In another moment it soared upwards, and then it went into a vertical dive, and then the plane dis- appeared behind the huge trees. A moment later a loud crash sounded over the Rockies. “Come on, fellows, we’ve got to get that aviator out of that wreck,” shouted Spud as he started for the plane. “Just a minute,” cried a voice. Everyone stopped short in his tracks. “See who he is first. If he is a Royal Mounted, let him die. If he isn’t one of them, save him,” said Joe Black, “El Capi- tan,” leader of the biggest gang of rustlers in Canada. “If you save him, let him think that we are getting out lumber from these woods. Our big lumber mill will prove that to him. As for our numerous head of cattle, tell him we need it for beef to feed our men.” The men pushed forward and soon ar- rived in the small hollow where the plane was thought to have landed. Yes, sir, there she was blazing like fury. There standing with a doeful look on his face watching her burn was a young man. “M-m-my sh-ship is b-burning up,,” stam- mered he, giving the men a sorrowful look. “It isn’t m-m-mine. Wh-what will I d-do n-n-now?” “Anything, anything,” cried El Captain. “What’s your name?” “M-my n-name is T-Tom Atwood Wh- Wh-White,” replied the young man. “How am I g-g-going to g-get out of these b-b-big woods?” “You’ll get out soon — when we take you out,” explained Joe. “That won’t be until the middle of the next month when we go down to Deighton for supplies. This is a lumber camp, and we can’t afford to lose time by taking all the ‘birds’ that drop from the sky back to civilization.” “Wh-wh-what you s-say g-g-goes for m-me,” replied Tom with a stupid grin. “G-g-got anything to eat? G-gee, I’m near- ly st-starved.” “Take him to the mess hall, Bill,” called Joe to one of the men. “See that he gets plenty to fill him up. I’ll see you later, Thomas.” Joe Black turned and walked away while the stupid youth was pushed toward the mess hall. This was the arrival of Sergeant Thomas Atwood White in the rustlers’ camp. He claimed that it was Lady Luck that had led him straight to the rustlers’ camp that he was hunting for. As the time went on, that “stupid” Tommy became the handy fellow about the camp. If they wanted kindling wood, it was Tom- my who got it. Tommy never forgot that he was a stupid person, in fact, if anyone had not taken it for granted that he was dull as he looked and had watched him close- ly, they might have said that he carried his stuttering and stammering too far, but no one bothered to watch him. A little later he was allowed to join in some of the deals that the gang was carry- ing on. By this time he had (supposedly) stumbled on that fact that it wasn’t only lumber that the leader Joe, and the men were interested in. That first month he had gone to town with Bill in order to catch the train home, but he missed the only train home, but he missed the only train (not accidently as it seemed). So a few months later he was looked upon as a full fledged member of the gang. He now went to Deighton alone for supplies, and he was well known by the people of that little town who made all manner of fun of him. Needless to say, he didn’t mind it in the least. It was on one of these trips to town that he pondered the question, how am I to get out of this? “Well,” he said to himself, “Chance got me in this, and now I’ll wait for chance to get me out.” Upon his arrival in town he went immedi- ately to the store and called to the keeper, “P-p-put up t-the u-usual th-things, D-dad P-p-parson.” He then turned and went into the street. “How in the dickens can I report to the Chief,” he muttered to himself as he crossed the street toward the railroad station. “Well, Tommy, you’ve got to get word to him some way that you are right in the center of things up here. Oh, I b-b-beg m-my p-pardon.” This last was said to someone into whom he had walked. Ah, in his pocket was a bit of paper. This was its message: “We are ready when you are.” Signed, Captain Tilden. They were there. Glancing about him he could see many of his comrades in plain clothes. They had been enjoying themselves at his expense. After getting his supplies from the store, he stepped into the wagon. Slowly he left the town followed by one or two wagons which didn’t seem to anyone to be following him. He arrived in camp a few moments ahead of the other wagons, and as it was noon hour, the men were all gathered about the

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28 THE ECHO mess hall. Tom’s pocket seem to have a bulgy something in it, but it didn t attract the men’s notice. They were all busy eating when a voice cried from the door, “Stick them up ’ They did this without a moment’s hesita- tion. Tom, aided by other men of the Mounted, collected their weapons. They were in the hands of the Royal Mounted! And, this had been brought about by the stupid Tommy who was now talking English with- out a hitch in his tongue! No words can describe the discomfiture of the men when they saw how they had been taken in by that dull, stupid, stuttering youth, Tommy. Catherine Gilley. JIM KALE’S RACE There lived in Kentucky an old man named Cassy. Cassy had once been a won- derful athlete, but now he was old and rather out of practice. One day Jim Kale came to Kentucky in search of Cassy. Jim was an athlete at Amherst. He had entered in a cross-coun- try run, but the coach said Jim didn’t have the proper training in his youth. Poor Jim. He wanted to win this race because it would make his mother proud of him. He had given up hope of running when he found an old newspaper. He glanced at it with curiosity, and to his surprise saw the pic- ture of the greatest runner in the records. Thus it happened that Jim Kale came to Kentucky in search of Cassy. At nine o’clock Cassy was awakened by a pounding on his front door. He slipped out of bed and opened the door. Much to his surprise he saw a well-dressed, smiling young fellow. At sight of Cassy, the young- fellow gave a relieved smile and entered the small cottage. He briefly explained his business and seemed quite pleased with Cassy’s offer. Next morning two figures could be seen running easily through the early morning- dew. Although Cassy was old, he ran with the infinite ease and grace of a trained run- ner. Mile after mile unwound beneath his feet. With head thrown back, chest held high, and arms and legs moving in perfect unison, he ran on and on seemingly un- aware of the labored breathing of his com- panion. At last, he rounded a turn, flashed a smile in Jim’s grim face, and increased his stride until he was running as no one had ever run before and never has run since. Jim tried to increase his pace, but was unable to do so. When he reached the old man’s cottage, Cassy was waiting with a smiling countenance. He told Jim to take a shower and an alcohol rub and then report to him. After Jim appeared, Cassy handed him a paper which outlined the route which they had followed that day. This was to be the regular training track. Each morning they followed the same program. In the meantime, the two followed a rigid menu. Many times Cassy told Jim that he had to use all his reserve in order to obtain a con- siderable lead at the end of the run. After two months of this, Jim returned to Am- herst. He had induced Cassy to go with him. REVENGE Gossip, story telling, and criticism pre- vail in many small towns but the town of which I am thinking carries these charac- teristics to such an extent that a new comer is always impressed by the comical- ness of them. On entering the village, if you are recognized as one not of that vi- cinity, a person will turn a complete circle in order to watch your approach and your departure and no sooner have you left than tongues begin to wag, “Where’s he from? How old do you judge he is ? Where do you s’pose he’s goin’?” All these questions they ask each other, and if they have the good fortune to meet the person in one of the stores, they ask him the questions di- rectly. The town of which I am speaking is Mountainville, and it has its own much talked of character, “Captain Davis.” Making people appear ridiculous was Captain Davis’ chief ambition and delight. Already he had made several people the laughing stock of the town. Now, his one hope was to get back at Lizzie Joyce, for that pepper filled cake she had given him for his birthday. “How could he do it? Ah! an idea!” Contrary to the story telling chara cter- istics of Captain Davis were those of the suspicious Lizzie Joyce. Hers were those of a gossiper and she deeply resented Cap- tain Davis’ yarns that led to the folly of many of her old cronies. Hence, the pep- per filled cake! If she had only stopped to think, she might have known that he would get even with her for it, for Captain Davis’ ideals were far from those of a gen- tleman, and a little “moonshine” that was brought to the shores of the Isle helped a great deal to bring to an end Lizzie Joyce’s spite. In the course of events Saturday morn- ing finally arrived. Why this of all morn- ings should he chose is still a mystery, but, as it happened, Lizzie arrived at the store just as Captain Davis was beginning one of his yarns — only this one he declared was true. Everyone gathered close to hear, and far be it for Lizzie to miss anything that might prove interesting. Toothacre Cavern was the setting of the story. This cavern was situated on the shore of the Toothacre lots where huge rock cliffs rose and fell along the water’s edge. Toothacre House was many, many years old, and the stories associated with it and its adjacent property were numer- ous. The cavern, years ago, had been the size of a small structured room, but now the back part of the opening had caved in having room for only a man to crouch into. In front of the cave stretched out a short strip of beautiful sandy beach but to the west of the cave was a cliff where the water rose to such a height that a boat could easily land. Captain Kid in his many