Norway High School - Caduceus Yearbook (Norway, ME)

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Q4 THE CADUCEUS' never played a one man game. He quick- ly passed to Tommy Tompkins, who tried hard to penetrate the Atwood's goalies' defense. His shot was true, but was plucked from the air by a heavily gloved hand. This was too bad. Norwood had lost their game. The crowd was congratulating and load- ing praise on Harry Winters for his star scoring and distinctive work. Tommy Tompkins caught up with Marty as he was leaving the ice, dejected and crest- fallen. 'tMarty, old pal, why did you pass to me when you were in line for a perfect shot? quizzcd Tommy. MToinniy, replied Marty, I believe in playing a co-operative game. You tried hard, but you were up against a super- man. HI 'm sorry, 'I was Tommy 's only reply. It seemed evident that Harry represent- ed his county and would receive the prized skates. At least., everyone in Norwood thought so. Two days later Marty received a telegram from the county scout. The message spoke in a simple language: L'We are pleased-stop-to appoint you- stop-for the county representative. 'Co- operation always creates victory. -stop- Skates on way under another mail. -James Francis VViles, '32. . mlighl HOW THE HORNETS SAVED THE LANES It was a bright June morning, and the little clearing around Caleb Lane's place was Hooded with sunlight. It was only six o'clock, and Caleb Lane and his wife, Mar- tha, who lived in the cabin made of rough hewn logs, were just getting up. The Lanes lived about ive miles from the near- est settlement, which consisted of eight log cabins and a stockadc, for, in those days, Indian attacks were ever being made, and those, who had little defense for their home, were apt to meet a horrible death. Thus we have Martha 's question: t'Have ye looked around the clearing, Caleb I? Yes, Martha, everything 'pears safe enoughfl answered her husband. HWell, you let the dog out, anyways, so as to make sure, responded his wife. Cautiously opening the door, he called softly to his dog, and let him out. Caleb knew that the dog would not fail to pick out any lurking band of Indians. In a lit- tle while the faithful dog came back, and both Caleb and Martha felt more secure. Caleb went out, and soon returned with some water from a nearby creek. After eating a breakfast of parched corn and deer meat, making up in quantity what it lacked in variety, Caleb picked up his rifle and started for the door. As he was doing this, he heard his wife exclaim, Drat those pes- ky hornets! Wl1at is the matter, Martha? asked Caleb, t'Did another hornet get in'Zl' '4Yes, another did get in, and I know what I'm going to do right now, grimly assured his wife. I'm going to take this pole and knock that nest down this minute, even if I have to stay in the cabin all dayfl Now wait a minute, Martha, said her husband. You know those hornets never did you no harm. Let 's let 'em stay there, for after all, they sorta have as much right here as we do. HAH right, Caleb, maybe you're right. We 'll let 'em be for a while, assented his wife. The next day dawned as brightly as its predecessor, and Caleb went through the usual precautions. But this morning, the dog did not return, for, just as he reached the edge of the clearing, a heart chilling yell arose, and the sharp crack of a rifle followed. Instantly the dog, who was wise to his duties, gave several barks, and then set off for the settlement. The Indians, ten in number, shot at him, but missed.

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THE CADUCEUS 23 but as he picked himself up, after knocking his victim senseless, he immediately recog- nized him as the stranger whom he had met the day he was appointed deputy sher- iff. As Bud handcuffed his prisoner, a crowd gathered around to see what the excitement was about. MHe is the fellow,'i shouted someone, pointing to the stranger. 'tHe is what fellow? asked Bud. UWhy, the one that robbed the bank and killed the cashier,'7 replied several voices. 'tl guess you have me cornered, spoke the stranger, as he regained consciousness. HI am the one who robbed the bank, and wounded your father, fifteen years ago. You were a very small boy at that time. I met you just outside of town, and thought your father was going to try to stop me. I got away with the money that time, and would have escaped this time if it hadn't been for you. 'AI thought you looked familiar, replied Bud, as his mind recalled the time his fath- er was shot by an unknown man and he, al- though a mere boy, had caught a glimpse of the man 's face and had remembered it. NHow did you happen to be in town? Didn't I pass you on your way to meet the stage this afternoon, after I called you on the telephone? questioned the stranger as Bud locked him in a cell. HThat is for you to figure out,l' replied Bud as he manufactured himself a cigar- rette. The next day Sheriff Williams returned home, and was well pleased with the work of his new deputy. V UThe reward on that fellow is one thou- sand dollars, and I guess it belongs to you,l' the sheriff told Bud. Very good pay for a few hours work,', mused Bud as his mind pictured what he would do with the reward. -Theodore Howe, '32. CO-OPERATION VERSUS EGOISMH Harry Winters was playing a one man hockey game. It mattered little to him who won the game as long as he won his share of goals and points. His record was thir- teen goals, besides being a star man. Re- presenting the Atwood Memorial High School, he was right in line for winning the county championship, which included a pair of handsomely finished Swedish hockey skates. We will leave Harry Winters for a while and watch Marty Maxim of Nor- wood High School. Marty Maxim was fast. Better still, he was clean and cooperative. He had played hockey ever since he had come to Norwood three years ago. As the puck was shot to Marty by Huck Hartley, the Norwood cen- ter, Marty flashed down the ice and scored through the goalie. He had a knack of doing such things very neatly. His left hand shot had all apposing goalies puzzled. It was Saturday morning! This was the day for the big rival game of Atwood Mem- orial and Norwood High. The game start- ed with a bang, but Norwood was doomed to defeat from the start. As the puck was dropped, Huck Hartly, the Norwood center, took it very deftly and snapped it back to Marty. Marty went down center ice and passed to Tommy Tompkins, who, as all beginners, lost the puck to Harry Winters. Traveling up the left side, Harry shot a goal. Goal after goal was scored by the star, Harry Winters of Atwood, who started from center ice and traveled through to the goal, always alone. At the latter part of the game Atwood's score was twelve and Norwood's only three, all scored by Marty. They were back at center ice again. The Norwood center shot the puck to Marty. Carrying the puck through the Atwood de- fense, Marty was in perfect position for his tricky left side shot. But Marty Maxim

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THE CADUCEUS' 25 Meanwhile, Caleb was quickly barri- cading the little cabin, while his wife loaded the two muskets which he had, besides his rifle. The Indians rushed toward the cab- in, but quickly vanished, as Caleb's rifle spoke, causing one of their number to fall, fatally wounded. 4LWished I'd waited till they got near- er,H growled Caleb. HThey'll be more crafty now, and plan up some deviltry that'll git us. Even as he spoke, three of the Indians suddenly rushed to one side, at an angle too acute for him to shoot at them. His wife quickly crossed to the side where the Indians had just gone, and kept watch. Caleb gave a groan, and cried to his wife, See, what did I tell you, they 're advanc- ing on us behind that mass of bushes. They know that they can get us before I have a chance to shoot more 7n two of 'em. Those from the side will sneak along up to the cabin and pot both of us from the opening there. ' His wife quickly grasped the situation, and quietly said, HNOW Caleb, I'm not so sure of that. She was preparing to say more, but just then, a terrific war-whoop pierced the air, and her husband muttered, 4'Here they come. Wliile Caleb shot at the onrushing In- dians, Martha seized a long pole, and pushed it through the peephole over the door. The peephole was just opposite to the big hornet's nest which hung from the eaves of the cabin, and of which Martha had complained yesterday. Giving the pole a deft push, she hit the nest squarely in the middle, just as the foremost Indians had reached the door. Instantly, horrible yells arose from the outside. Her husband saw what she had done and praised her, saying: '4Good work, Martha, I guess we'd better be going. Holding Martha by one hand and his rifie with the other, he cautiously sought the door. The minute they reached it, they ran for their lives, expecting any minute to hear a bullet whiz by their ears, but, by now, the Indians were too much oc- cupied to pay any attention to their intend- ed victims. Indeed, both Martha and Ca- leb had several very sore spots, where their lifesavers had stung them. Hastening towards the settlement, the Lanes looked back, and saw that their cabin was burning 5 but they felt safe, as the settlement was right nearby. They could even hear the shouting of some of the set- tlers, who, having been warned by the ar- rival of the dog, were coming to their res- cue. Turning away, Caleb remarked to Mar- tha, We7ll build there again next spring, but we must be sure and have a hornet's nest over the door, with hornets just like those and us, old settlers. -F. Pendexter, '33. i..0 THE ADVENTURES OF TOMMY It is midwinter at Cherry Lane College. All activities are flourishing. Cherry Lane is a well known women's college situated in a small New England town. There is a great excitement at Cherry Lane. Thomas O'Day, the famous skating champion, is to come to the college! A man in the midst of so many girls! For two whole weeks! This is an extraordinary event. QMen are allowed at the college. only for a very short time.J This famous man Chandsome, tooj is to come to Cherry Lane to teach the girls how to skate. Of course, the girls know how to skate Csomej, but they voted to be taught more about this art, and who would be bet- ter to teach them than Thomas O'Day. Let us listen to a scene in Barbara Benton's room. Several girls are seated around the room. They are Alicia Grey l