Orono High School - Crimson Crier Yearbook (Orono, ME)

 - Class of 1954

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HURDLE HELL by David Adams '54 A cold biting wind greeted me, making shivers run up my back under the ma- roon warm-up suit as I clumped around the massive brick fieldhouse and headed for the athletic field with its black ribbon of cinder track, surrounded by empty gray grandstands. These scuffed old sprinter's shoes that pinch my feet and make such a fa- miliar clicking sound on the hard black top of the parking lot, certainly aren't made to traverse anything but the soft cinders of a track, I remarked to a friendly bulldog tha.t was copying my jogging movements and barking in return that if God had wanted us humans to run with great speed on a cold, windy day he would have provided us with a furry coat, four legs, and sharp claws, too. But run I must with the wind picking the dust up at my heels and flailing my bag- gy sweat suit. f The coach had said, It's cold out, so you hurdlers and middle distance men take two stiff laps. The laps were stiff, but it was my legs that really deserved the term. On the third straight-away the chill began to leave me although the wind made me gasp for each breath. I lengthened my stride into that of decent half milers and began to feel that perhaps this time I would find my pace in the hurdles. Perhaps in spite of the buffeting wind and my stiffness I would, with just a little more push, just a little better form, and just a little more stretching of my stride be able to. . . Well, I'd try anyway. How wonderful it would be to glide over each hurdle with form and speed without hesitating at each barrier, wondering from which leg to leap. The opportunity would soon come because I could see our .other hurdlers warming up for a practice run. After doing a few practice starts, we lined us on the starting stripe. All right, boys, the coach yelled above the wind, Give it everything you've got! Take your places. That familiar nervousness swept through me as I crouched with one knee on the sharp cinders. With my feet planted firmly in the starting blocks, I looked ahead and waited for the starting commands. Get set! barked the coach. Slowly I rose onto my hands, thinking of the sixteen paces that must be taken to that first hurdle and trying to relax at the same time. With the bark of the starting gun the racers surged out of the blocks and down the track, swinging their arms for added momentum. I took the first hurdle with my weight too far forward causing me to break my stride. I'll have to really stretch to make that second one, I thought, as a gust of wind staggered rne. I realized I wouldn't make it over as I caught my trailing leg on the hurdle, sending me crashing into the cinders. For a while all I was aware of was a ter- rible burning sensation. I had traded quite a bit of my skin for cinders of the track. It hurt terribly, but what disturbed rne more was that I found when Itried to get up I had strained my leg muscles. A cleansing shower and mercurichrome would take care of the scratches, but charley horses don't heal quickly. A meet with Old Town coming up that Saturday, the big All Conference meet the next week, and I was very unhappy. Of course, the fact that we lost the Old Town meet by a small margin with me watching on the side lines didn't help any. I watched with burning envy as my team mates matched their speed, strength, and endurance against the rivals. 64

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Suddenly a small figure came running down the street and knocked him down. In back of the boy came a policeman. The boy kept on running and by the time the policeman had helped Joey up the boy had disappeared. Joey thought of what his mother had said about being a good boy, but he had to have something to eat. The boy he had just seen had stolen and gotten away with it. It was Joey's only chance. He entered a small store and walked quickly to the bread counter. Be- fore taking anything he looked around to see if he was being watched. He grabbed the bread and had nearly reached the door when someone yelled, Stop thief! . Joey broke into a run and dodged down an alley. He heard people run- ning past. All at once he heard a voice behind him. Why are you hiding here? Joey jumped, startled, and motioned for the boy to be quiet. After the people had gone by, the boy said that his name was Wally. Then he repeated his question. Why are you hiding ? Joey started at the beginning and told him the whole story. And now I don't know what to do! I don't want to steal again and I can't get a job, Joey finished. Why don't you come home with me until you decide what to do? Wally asked. My mother would love to have you, and my brother and I need pro- tection against my four sisters. Dad loves kids. He says, 'The more the merrier. ' Well, Joey said, if you're sure it's all right. I'd love to. Wally's mother was wonderful. She was always joking and laughing. His father said that the only thing that bothered him was that his wife hadn't told him about Joey before. Here he is ten years old, he would say, and I never even knew I had three boys. Joey had never been happier in his life. The only trouble was, in the back of his mind, he knew that he couldn't stay with Wally's family. They didn't have much money, and there were so many mouths to feed. They were carefree, though, and made Joey feel as if this were his home. After a week Joey made up his mind. He couldn't stay. He would have to run away and look for a job again. The next morning he set out. He didn't know where he was going, but at least he was clean and not hungry. He tried to get work at many places, but they all refused him. He hunted all day without success. As it was growing dark, he came to a park and dropped onto one of the benches. He was too tired to worry about anything, and exhaustion claimed him. As he slept, he dreamed about his mother, about Wally and Wally's family. Joey! Joey, wake up! Someone was shaking him. He opened his eyes sleepily and looked into the face of Wally's father. Joey, do you think this is a very nice place for one of my sons to sleep? After all, I thought our beds were more comfortable than this. He lifted Joey into his arms and at last Joey was going home. A WINTER DAY by Raymond Savoy '57 The weather today is frightful, But the fire is so delightful. I wish I were home in bed, But I have to go to school instead. The wind is blowing, it sure is snowing, and I'm getting wet. But what do I care, this isn't summer, it's still winter yet.



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How I wanted to grab just a bit of that glory! And, of course, I thought that had I been able to run I would have taken second place, saving the day for O. H. S. I noticed, also, that the starter had allowed an Old Town man to make a false start without calling back the hurdlers. I wondered if Old Town always tried that trick and consoled myself by giving that as the reason for their success. Well, next week we'll see, I said. By Wednesday, after two days of easy workouts, I felt like trying the hurdles again. However, the coach said Work some of that energy out on a fast quarter mile with Jones, and leave the hurdles alone. Jones and I did our quarter mile. In fact we did quarter miles the next day, too, because the coach wouldn't let me get near a hurdle except for slow form work. Came the day of the big meet and I hadn t even so much as raced over two hurdles in a row and certainly wasn't any more sure of my pace than I had been on that previous fateful day. At 1:30 Saturday after a sleepless night and restless morning I was in the locker room nervously lacing my spikes. I was listening to and watching the athletes from the four neighboring high schools dressing for the meet. They all looked like Jim Thorpes to me, and I couldn't understand why that darn shoelace kept jumping out of my fingers. Once outdoors, the bright sunshine made me feel better, and I thought how pleasant it would be to be a spectator. The coach informed me that I had more to occupy me this afternoon, however, and soon I was jogging a few warm-up laps. He wanted me to run in the quarter mile, which came somewhere between the hurdle trials and finals. The booming loudspeaker made my heart beat faster when it announced that all hurdlers were to report to the starting line for the low hurdle trials, the first event. We drew our positions and took off our warm-up suits. The kinship of racers at the starting line has always interested me. Each boy, whose stomach was probably also turning summersaults of nervousness, was futilely chatting small talk. Take your marks, the starter barked. I hope he watches for false starts today, I thought. Get set, came the command. This is it, thought I, looking ahead. A split second before the crack of the gun the Old Town man surged forward. The thought of that pace and a half advantage made me forget my form. With no pace and no kindness in my heart for that starter, I crossed the finish line in third place with the grace of a one-legged jack rabbit. The fact that I was able to squeak out a place in the quarter mile a few events later didn't console me either. As the afternoon passed, the outcome of the meet became more and more unpredictable. When the last event, the hurdle finals, came up, we needed a first and second place to win. I repeated this to myself as I took my place at the starting line. I knew we could count on Beyer for the first place, but I had no idea I would be able to cross the finish line second. On your marks, thundered a voice. Oh, why hadn't I been able to get that pace. Get set. For Pete's sake, run! Bang! I ran then like I had never run and couldn't believe how easily those wooden frames passed under me or how bright that second place ribbon flashed in the sun. 65

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