Petersham High School - Hilltop Yearbook (Petersham, MA)

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MISTAKEN IDENTITY It was a dark, dreary night and the man was cold and hungry. He walked along with his hat pulled low, and his coat collar' turned up. Out of the dark, silent night, there came a shot, the man staggered and fell on his face. The screaming of a car's gears could be hoard as the car dashed off into the night, Feet' could be heard running in the distance getting nearer-and nearer, then the officer reached the body. He turned it over, the man was a stranger to him, yet in some way his features looked famil- iar. He went to the phone box and called the station. 'This is O'Neal of beat 210, there has just been a murder. Man locks familiar but I am not sure of his identity,n ' -In five minutes a police car came screaming down the street, and two officers jumped outt The street was stun crowded with many peoples But no one knew him, The dont r arrived and looked him over. The body was then taken away in the Black Maria to the morgue. ' The night was still once again, but now the police had a murder on their hands, The police worked like mad trying to identify the body. Inspector Hardy wf Homicide was locking through the files, when all of a sudden the face of the dead man, or a good likeness ' stared up at hime The record identified him as, Squealer Dart, who had just been released from prison, after serving time for the murder of'a big time racketeer, ' WOh well,N said Inspector Hardy, NThe mob killed him in revenge. Yet there is something about that face that doesn't prove true,W He'took the picture and went down to the morgue, He kept looking, first at the picture and then at the face. All of a sudden he saw it, The small scar on the left cheek of the pic- ture was missing on the face of the dead mang He dashed to the phone and called the prison where Squealer Dart had been serving time. ' - NHello, is this Warden Keene. This is Inspector Hardy of Homicide of Springdale. Do you have a prisoner there by the name of Squealer Dart, who is serving time for murder? You have. Would you see if he has a twin brother? Yes, I will hold the line,n ' There was a short wait, while the Inspector was putting two and two'together and then a voice broke over the line. HHellr, yes Squealer Dart has a twin brother. The only difference in their features is, Squealer has a small scar on his left cheekqn The headlines the next day read: MISTAKEN IDENTITY SQUEALER DART'S BROTHER KILLED BY MOB BELIEVED TO BE SQUEALER lContinued on next pagel

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MISTAKEN IDENTITY KCont.J In small print it read: Squealer Dart who was to be released yesterday from Sing Sing, after serving his sentence is still there. He is in the prison hospital with pneumonia. ' A mob out for revenge against Squealer, shot his twin brother last night on Oak Avenue. This closes the police files on another case of mis- taken identity. . Arline Dorow 'L8 NAll the World's a Stagen nAll the world's a stage.U In my opinion this is a state- ment of very great truth, relating to the every day work of each and every person in the world, Every man, woman, boy, and girl plays his part, He acts out his lines, follows his cues, and makes his exits and entrances, whether in the home, in the fac- tory, or in the school, He may play a part that requires a great deal of skill such as that of a diamond-cutter, and yet again he may play the comparatively easy part of the ordinary unskilled worker operating a machine. At night, some actors in the play of everyday life have a great deal of rehearsing to do for the next day's performance while'others have none, Some act the same part every day, every month, every year, never wanting to advance into a better positi on There are also those who strive to get aheadg to become leaders, Actors may develop a sickness, but there are others to take their places, who must'learn new lines and act a new part. Some are fired, some quit, others continually move from place to place, seeming never to find the part suited for theme On this stage there are many different scenes: peace, war, depression, epi- demics, ' ' Yes, the world is simply a large stage, and everyone must play his part according to the script in order to produce a better play, and in turn a more perfect and peaceful world. Robert Gunter 'A9 Poetry reveals itself not only in the noble and elevated moments of existence but in the humblest phase of man's activ- ities and in the least objects of ordinary life, The music in my heart I bore I D Long after it was heard no more. William Wordsworth