Norway High School - Caduceus Yearbook (Norway, ME)

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THE CADUCEUS 19 Cleer was playing with Billy, and, thinking it was all right or the child to hear the con- versation, they let him stay in the room. Mr. Pierce told Mrs. Van Cleer he would- n't work on the case any longer. Billy listened attentively to all that was said. After Pierce said he was going to leave, as he had no clue to work on, Billy suddenly interrupted with: Mama, what did your jooels look like? Mrs. Van Cleer described the jewels and then asked Billy why he had said that. Billy answered, I didn 't know they were jooels. One day I ran away from nursie a.nd went into your room. I wanted to see you. You wasn't there, but the sparklers were. I took them to play with. Then I went downstairs into the room where the goldfishes are. I didn't want to play with the sparklers no more so I put them in with the goldfishes. They looked jest like the rocks and the other things in the bowl. I'm sorry, Mama, I didn't want to make you feel bad. I didn't know they were any good. Mrs. Van Cleer hurried downstairs and sure enough there were the jewels where they had been deposited-as good as ever. ' ' -Maxine Richardson, '33. Mirandy , Out in the country, at the Four Corners Cas the people used to call ith was an old structure. It was a low, rambling house with a large, open shed at the back, and a stable at the southwestern corner. It had been intimated among the neigh- borhood that old Mirandy Vester, who lived there, was a witch. People said that in the dusk of the evening she had been seen with her black cat., Spider, walking stealthily around people's homes. It was said that she always. kept in the shadows, but the eyes of the cat would show up in the dark. It was Irumored that one day Clem I-Iall was hauling Hrewood past old Mirandy's house, when she came out and told Clem to leave the wood in her shed. But,l' said Clem, I haven't wood enough to last me out. I must have this wood for myself. She argued that he didn't need it and that she did. The result was that Clem kept on his way home. Near his house was a steep hill. As he reached the middle of it, his horses stopped to rest. After a few minutes, Clem spoke to the horses to go on, but they would not start. He urged them, but they refused. He used all the means he knew to make the horses draw the load up the hill, but with no success. He finally un- loaded the wood, and went home with an empty cart, at the same time cursing old Mirandy for bewitching his horses so they would not pull. One Saturday old Mirandy went to one of the neighbors'. Wlieii she entered the kitchen, she began to sniff the air. Ah, she said, H you have beans baking for supper, haven 't you? The housewife answered in the affirma- tive. Well, said Mirandy, I have nothing for my supper and I want them. After arguing with her neighbor, Miran- dy left empty-handed. That night, when the beans were served for supper, the family were unable to eat them as they were so hard. Of course the opinion voiced by the en- tire family was that Mirandy had bee11 up to her old tricks. One of Mirandy's neighbors had a little Jersey calf, whose mother was a very valu- able creature. Mirandy always seemed to want every- thing that her neighbors eherished, so, as usual, she wanted this calf. However, the owners refused. You will he sorry for this, Mirandy said. You will wish that you had let me

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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

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20 THE CADUCEUS have it. Soon the calf began to bleat almost con- tinuously. It lost its appetite and grew so thin and weak that at last it died. The family felt badly and cursed Mirandy bit- terly for the loss of their valuable animal. The legend still goes that one night old Mirandy telephoned to one of her neighbors in order to borrow a pound of butter. The woman told her that she had barely enough to supply the family. But old Mirandy de- clared that they had a plenty if they only thought so. VVhen the next butter day came, these people began the churning early in the morning as usual. They churned and churned, but the butter did not come. Of course they said that old Mirandy was to blame, that she had bewitched the cream. At last the man of the house came in. He said that he'would stop old Mirandy from interfering with the butter's coming. So he heated an iron red-hot and plunged it into the cream. In a short time they had butter. The next day several inquisitive people went to see old Mirandy and to find if she had been affected by the hot iron. Surely enough, upon her arm was a long burn. They asked her how she got burned, but she was unable to tell them, for she said that she did not know. Now, was Mirandy a. witch or not? -Helen Flint, '32. A Stop in Cock Lane He was fond of traveling, in fact he oft- en did travel. Like all good philosophers he had his reasons: first, he indulged in constant journeyings because of the pleas- ure which he received, and second, he trav- eled because he thought it in keeping with his chosen profession-that of an archae- ologist. That is how Reginald came to be in Cock Lane. He had studied about Gibbon, Burke, Johnson, and all the rest, and now he was in London searching for more in- formation. All day long he had walked about, look- ing at everything, prodding and pokingg then at sundown he ha.d returned to his lodging-an inn of much. renown in Cock Lane-near the church where the historic episode of Johnson and his ghost had taken place. After his meager repast, he wrote up his discoveries of the day. Because he liked recreation as well as other people, about quarter of twelve he ceased his labor and sought his poetry books. The inn where he was residing was one preserved because of the frequent visits made there by J ohn- son when in London. It was only with special permission from tl1e society in charge of this building that Reginald was able to stay. Reginald was a man of calm disposition, The room poetry this very unobtrusive, and amiable. in which he was reading his night was dimly lighted by a small lamp, near which he was sitting in an old rigid chair. He was suddenly aware of someone in the room. Turning quietly about, he saw only two hands-scratchy, scrawny hands-receding through a small aperture in the wall. Being a man not easily alarmed he logically laid aside his book, took his lamp and started toward the wall. He saw no sign of anything unusual and so he be- gan to feel the wall where he thought he had seen the hands. Suddenly, as he felt a certain spot, the wall began to tremble and then he saw a door open. Holding his light before him, he was able to see a whiteness back in the gloom there. Advancing a bit, it became even more vivid. His first thought was of a ghost, and he was about to retreat, when the door jarred shut with a slam, which knocked his light from his hand and shattered it in