Norway High School - Caduceus Yearbook (Norway, ME)

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THE CADUCEUS 17 right in on this road. I think so, too, Paul. Let 's follow along the road. Only perhaps we had better walk in the woods. If they happen to come back out, we can duck behind some bushes or trees. Itfs lucky I brought my flash- light. t'Right, but letls hurry. I'm getting excited alreadyf' They had entered the woods and fol- lowed close to the road for about a quarter of a mile. Suddenly they heard the truck coming and saw its lights. 'LQuiek! Quick! Lie down behind these bushes, Paul, we must not let them see us. The boys hid in the bushes while the truck went past them and out through the Woods toward the road. Did you see those men, J ohn? VVeren't there three of them? Yes, I saw them. Now, let's hurry. Perhaps we are alone now. The boys hurried forward, and in a short time came upon an open space which was completely surrounded by high bushes. In was a large pile of something the center which was covered with an enormous can- The boys looked all around and vas cover. listened, but heard nothing, so they stepped into the circle and hurriedly lifted the can- vas. There, to their amazement, hundreds of boxes of a fine and expensive Canadian liquor were disclosed. Gee, John, I told you so! That truck did have liquor in it! , But, Paul, just look at all that liquor! Why! There must be ten thousand dol- lars worth right in that one lot, because they that it is frightfully expensive. Yes, I know it is worth a lot of money, hut I don't know how much. 'Now, John, the best thing for us to do is to continue back to Bristol, get the sher- iff and his men, and bring them to this hideout. ' ' Righto, and let's hurry. Then as fast as they could walk, the boys went to Bristol, which was about five miles away. On arriving there, they immediately found the sheriff and told l1i1n their story. The sheriff and four deputies, accompanied by John and Paul, climbed into a powerful Buick touring ear and sped away with haste to tho spot where tl1e liquor had been found. 'tBoys, the sheriff said, you certainly did a great piece of work finding this hide- out in the Woods as far as it is. VVhy, I don't doubt but what all this liquor is worth fifteen thousand dollars. You sure- ly did the right thing by coming to tl1e of- ficers immediately. But listen! Have I told you that the government has suspected this thing for over a year and that they have secretly put up a reward of five hun- dred dollars to whoever finds the smugglers or their hideout? t'No, we knew nothing of it, the boys said. Well, you boys will receive the reward, because you found it all alone ! The sheriff then took the boys home and returned to Bristol. The following day at tl1e same hour the sherii and his men surrounded the spot where the liquor was hidden. Soon another truckload came. This they seized, together with four desperate looking men. The following morning the boys were called to Bristol and given two hundred tif- ty dollars apiece, as a reward for finding the cache. VVhen they were leaving the building, John said, VVell, Paul, it surely pays to do the right thing, doesn't it? I'll tell the world it does! And now we can chip together and buy that old Ford we wanted and still have more than a hun- dred dollars to put in the bank 1 -Robert Goodwin, '32.

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16 THE CADUCEUS story. For some time his wife's pet pig l1ad been making altogether too much noise, squeals-and such squeals! This prevent- ed Ike from getting a good snooze, so he decided to put an end to Mr. Pig. Thinking tonight would be fine for the deed, he had crept out after his wife was asleep, and had shot Mr. Pig and cut his throat-thus ending the terrible racket. Then, frightened at what he had done, he had quietly entered the house. He had opened the cupboard door and taken his wife's new rolling pin and her book on How to Punish Unruly Hus- bands. He was about ready to dispose of these when Mike had caught him. Mike nearly toppled. over with laughter when he finished. As for the clock, it smiled broader than ever and ticked merrily on. The next morning Ike rose early and hur- ried out to purchase a new pig. He re- turned with one that looked exactly like the other. He replaced the rolling-pin and the book in the cupboard. As a result, Mrs. Ike never knew the difference. The clock, Mike, and Ike were the only ones in the secret! -Faye Lord, '32. The Right Thing One summer afternoon John Smith and Paul Jones started on a hike to the town of Bristol, which was about ten or twelve miles from their home town. It was one of those iine summer days with the sun shining brightly and a gentle breeze blow- ing through the tree-tops. They had reached Bristol, had an ice cream soda, and had started back, because it was rather dusky then. Two miles out they left the state road and entered a smooth clay road, which was very narrow and was surrounded by bushes and trees. It was really only a short-cut. The boys had gone about four or tive long, hard miles, dow11 this road in the dark, when they heard the roar of a motor truck behind them. The boys jumped out of the way, and the machine thundered out of sight around the next bend. John! Paul said, in an excited tone, Did you see those boxes that were covered up by that piece of canvas? Yes, I got a glimpse of them. Why? Well, I think those were cases of liquor, because whe11 that canvas flap flew up I saw the letters W-h-i-s-and I am almost positive the whole word was Wl1iskey. Great Scott, can it be possible that the smuggling of liquor is going on right here under our noses? Yes, sir, John, and I move we try to find out where they are hiding it, and whe- ther they are hiding it around here. I'm with you on that, Paul, so let's get going. The boys hurried down to the bend in the road, where the truck had gone out of their sight. Now it happened that beyond that' bend the road was practically straight for about a quarter of a mile, and the truck had not had time to go out of sight. Gee, there it is l Paul said. t'Sure enough, and look! The truck had slowed down and was turning off the road into the woods. Paul, we must do the right thing, fol- low that truck as quietly and carefully as we can, and investigate secretly to see if it really is a liquor truck. 'tYou are right, John, we must do the correct thing for the good of the people in our town and in Bristol. Then they ran pell-mell down the road until they reached the spot where the ti uck had turned off the road. t'Look, John, there are the tracks those double rear tires made. I think they went

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18 THE CADUCEUS Inner Thoughts M-e-e-m-e-k-in-e-c-, listen to her, doesn't she know anything? Rip! That 's right, tear me, and abuse me, all you want to, you know that I am incapable of pro- tecting myself. Good heavens! So that was what you were trying to find-mechan- ical-and spelling it with a 'k', yeah, that 's right, mark a heavy line around it. That's about the hundredth time today that I have had my face slapped on this table. Gee! Oh, dear, I am getting so that I use as much slang as the people around me, but, as I started to say, if people would only realize what a help I really am to the World, they would not use me as roughly as they do. Dear old Noah! How I would like to see him! I haven't for many years now, and I must say that he didn 't use me quite as roughly as some people do. - Holy Heavens! Stop! Oh, n1y back, why can't they open me in the middle? I am all one-sided because they always open me so crookedly. What is all this squabbl- ing about? - 'tYes, I will tell you where to get off just as often as I please, the idea of telling me how to spell words! I tell you that it is spelled with an 'e' instead of a 'y' and I will prove it to you. IIey! Be careful of those pages, you are getting ink all over themf' retorted the second voice. Keep still, said the first. Z-c-p-h- crker-I must have the wrong word, let 's see-well for cryin' out loud-for once you are right, it is spelled with a 'y', Zephyr, z-e-p-ll-y-r, a light breeze-cheerio, old chap, you win, shake! - Yes,,there you are,-I settled a reg- ular quarrel-and no thanks for me-ex- cept to get my face slapped again' and a great black mark on my face. Oh, well, such is life, and such am I, ragged and torn, fingered and worn, tattered and soiled the only time that people bother to look at me, is u hen they can't spell something cor- rectly or pronounce it, or explain it, or ab- breviate it ! Then they come and notice me in all my abused glory. . -V. Upton, '31. Mrs. Van Cleer's Jewels Mrs. Van Cleer was a New York society woman. She lived in a wonderful home on Fifth Avenue. Her family was com- posed of her husband, Billy, her five-year- old son, and herself. She had a large reti- nue of servants, all of whom were consid- cred trustworthy. It was the night of the big social event of the season-the Astorbilt's Ball. Mrs. Van Cleer was going to wear her famous jewels, uhich, Rumor said, were the royal early Middle Ages. French jewels of the They were valued at S750,000. Mrs. Van Cleer attended a tea in the af- ternoon and then came home to dress for the Ball. She dressed, then took the jew- els out of the small safe where she kept them, and placed them on her dressing table. She suddenly remembered she must see the cook about the next day's menus. She went downstairs, had the talk with the cook, and went upstairs again, only to find that-her jewels were missing! She immediately called a famous detec- tive, YVarren Pierce. Mr. Pierce had a pri- vate talk with each of the servants and felt sure they were trustworthy as they all seemed so concerned with their employers loss. He tried to find evidence against the thief, but was unable to do so. He inspect- ed the house from garret to cellar, but this also was of no avail. For six days Mr. Pierce worked on the case without finding any clue. Feeling completely baffled, he decided to go to Mrs. Van Cleer and express his desire to leave the case. Wlieii he arrived at her home, Mrs. Van