Mount Jewett High School - Magician Yearbook (Mount Jewett, PA)

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Fifty Seven :the 1952 magicieul It Doesmft Poly to Sag Too Much Darkness was rapidly descending upon the Porcupine Hills when Ierry Webster, a ranger of the North West Mounted Police, came upon a log cabin that was almost buried in the under brush. He knew that he might not find himself welcome if the place was inhabited, but he was tired and it was several miles back to the lumber camp where he had left his motorcycle. Pausing a moment on the porch he raised his mittened hand to rap. Before his knuckles fell, the door swung open. Automatically his hand went for his holster. Come in, ranger, drawled the voice of the aged occupant. Webster was somewhat surprised but he didn't show evidence of it. Supper's about ready, the old man went on. 'Tain't much but what there is, is yours, as folks say. I'm ready to go along with you, peaceable like. Ain't no use in resisting an officer. Law up north here says that it ain't a crime to shoot in defence of your household. Tell you all about it when we are done eating. Webster nodded. You'll feel better when you get it off of your mind. Nate skillfully transfered the bacon and beans to the table and they began eating. Coffee'll be done in a minute. Help yourself to the biscuits. They ain't so good as mother used to make, but they're as good as you can expect from Old Nate the Trapper. Webster began thinking, but he had never heard that name before, nor was there anything in the appearance of this friendly trapper, that linked him with any unsolved crime with which he was familiar. Nate poured two cups of coffee and seated himself opposite Webster at the crude table. Reckon you won't take me out tonight, the trapper remarked. It's a pretty long hike to the railroad. I've got two bunks. We might as well sleep here tonight. That's a good idea, the ranger replied. I left my machine at the lum- ber camp so we'll stay over till morning. Got a warrant for me? asked Nate. I didn't suppose l'd need any, replied the ranger. That's right. You don't. I'll go. I ain't ashamed of what I've done. I reckon I'd do it again. f h The ranger was beginning to get curious but he didn't let it get the best o im. Anything you say will be used against you, replied the ranger. I know that, said the trapper, but I'm not afraid. After the meal, Ierry passed his cigarettes to the trapper. He refused by saying he preferred his pipe. Webster lit his cigarette and Nate lit his old black corncob. -.. ff:--A ' -'i7i'f1'L 1.v- '- sw-2, 1 .-.....,, . - 1 ini .. H,-f Zff-jl: - Q5--. -' ' 'X fig! ' ' f U I Q . Q . I RN.

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S VT'-1 C3 TL- ra ,A i r:::-1 Q The 1952, Magician Alumni Class of 1926: Alice Lang, Mabel Snapp, teachers in the local schools: Charlotte Falkinburg, Arlie Nelson, Viola Hartberg Leafstrom, Genevieve Carroll Essner, Helen Havens, Bernard Fisher, Evan Iohnson, Edward Dahl- berg and Albert Iohnson, all residing in Mt. Iewettg Lena and Mathew Rich, employed at Dover, N. Ig Carl Quist, office manager Western Union, Iersey Cityg Earl Kelly, student Allegheny College. Class of 1927: Carl Anderson and Walter Donahey, both with the State Highway Department: Ruth Buchanon, Emmerite Colquist, Mary Hay- duck, Hazel Lundgren, Gladys McConnell, all residing in Mt. Iewett: Noel Caverly, employed with the Erie R. R5 Virginia Dewey, Anna Peterson and Edith Root, nurses at Bradford: Ieanette Iohnson, employee of West Penn Power at Coudersportg LeRoy Iohnson, local merchant: Mildred Swanson, employee at Mt. Iewett National Bank. 'Class of 1928: Herbert Eckstrom, Leonard Gustafson, Mildred Strot- man Gustafson, Paul Swanson, Rosalyn Weiser, residing in town: Marjorie Trumbull, employee of Bell Telephone: Esther Simon, teacher at Bradford. Class of 1929: Axel Ahl and Iohn Malone of Erie: Leonard Dahlberg and Vivian Larson of Buffalo, Lydia Millard, Bernard Eckstrom, Richard Larson, Elsie Peterson, all of Mt. Iewettg and Marie Reep, teacher in the local schools. Class of 1930: Helen Iohnson, Virginia Bengston, Vivian Benson, Dor- othy Gustafson, all of Lock Haven State Teachers College, Leon Weiser, Arvid Anderson, Iohn Bucheit, Dale Caverly, Edward Danielson, Grace Havens, lack Hines, Edla Lorentson, Mell Snapp, Arnold Swanson ancl.Fran- ces Zampogna, all residing in town. Paul Mellander, student in Cleveland, O. Class of 1931: David McLafferty, Walter Larson, Arden Lantz, Fran- cis Newton, Lawrence Okerlund, Arthur Beckstrom, Adelbert Anderson, Russell Swanson, Harold Keyes, Iulia Mitchell, Dorothy Root Okerlund, Ellen Osbeck, Mildred Reep, and Cora Douglas Iohnson, all at Mt. Iewettg Gene Conn, student at Bryant and Stratton, Buffalo, N. Y: Fred Zampogna. student at Lock Haven: Alice Heath, nurses' training school in New York City: Alice Anderson, student at Edinboro State Teachers College: Neoma Christenson and Eunice Buchanon, students at Indiana State Teachers Col- lege: Daveda Swanson, nurses training at Buffalo: Marguerite Kelley, student at Allegheny College. --A. L. E3 O. Q. L ,J If 1 vi, ., E ltn, , ..,,,,,. .C , X X, 1, ggi- , -ff: , J 1 vw F1 t Szx far' ff ,. .- W

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F'-:I Cn P, 11-1 LA'The lgsz magiei-.all llilz lDoesn'1t Pug to Slug Too Much Used to have a cat, remarked the trapper. It wasn't much, but it sure was a lot of company in a place like this. It was just like a person. Meat run out in the middle of the winter and I took the rifle and shot a few birds. Even if the season was closed, tain't no crime to kill something to keep from starving. The ranger shook his head. I-Ie tried to figure out what that fellow was driving at. He decided to let him talk awhile before he asked any questions. I took the cat along every time I went out, continued the trapper, and it got so every time I would kill a bird it would bring it back to me. He paused a moment and refilled his pipe. Well, one day, he went on, we were out with the rifle and I happened to see a powerful bird a little ways off. I don't know what came over me but I just up and shot. The bird went flapping into the brush. Knew I'd hit it. The cat went bounding over. I heard him let out a yell, that would make your hair stand on end, mister. I can hear it yet, at times. I ran over as fast as I could. There was the cat all torn to pieces, and a wounded eagle ripping at him with beak and claws. The old man wiped the tears from his eyes with the back of his hand. So, I shot the eagle. I knew it wasn't the right thing to do, but I was mad. There's a heavy fine for shooting an eagle, but I ain't sorry a bit. Thought I could keep you fellers from finding out. But I might have known you'd get word of it some way. Ierry breathed a sigh of relief, and replied, It's a serious matter all right. but I think it can be fixed. No sir, the trapper went on as if he had not heard, I ought to have known I couldn't keep it quiet. But I loved that cat. And so, when old Bill Poole came over here and laughed at me for feeling bad, and threatened to report me to you fellers - - - I Ie paused to relight his pipe. Why I just up and shot him too. --HARRY ABPLANALP fs ,- ZZ ..,... ., .... ' - g 6:1 .J-M f' ' . fi ff? N. Tie- . . A-jf! ,, 5 E M ' Fifty Ezght ,f , I I , v