Proctor High School - Proctorian Yearbook (Proctor, VT)

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THE SUTHERLANI'? 11 ' 57 p. 51.0mm. ,..v THE MYSTERY OF THE CARBINE Going anywhere taday. Tom? I cutled Charlie Fieid to his friend Tommy Hunks. Sure. guess I'll try my luck at fishing down by the big oak, re plied Tom. Mind if I ramble along with you? No. not as long as you bring. your own bait. i All right, PH meet you at one o'clock at your house. i Suits me. They met as agreed and saunten-d along toward the brook. discussing the happenings. of the day. They soon reached the oak and sitting down in ita shade leisurely baited their hooks. Tom was the first to J pull up a. fish, a small trout weigh- ing close to a pound. Charlie waited patiently and then began to tug at what seemed to him a large whale. Pull a little harder, suggested Tom It will break my line and then I can't Fish, was the answer. Can you see what's on the end cf your line? asked Tommy. No. but if I get out from behind these bushes I will scare the fish, explained CharlieA Well, if yowre not going to -.ID anything about it. I am! exclaimi ed Tommy. So he went to the edge of the pool. took a stick and naked at the mud near the line.

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10 THE SUTHERLANII GENERAL COURSE John Dynan Richard Hayes Bartel Gustafson Thomas Listzwan Evelyn Shogren. CLASS COLORS Blue and Silver CLASS FLOWER Ophelia Roses CLASS MOTTO We Can, We Will COMMENCEMENT SPEAKER Walter W . Husband CLASS DAY SPEAKERS Class Gifts Daniel Anderson, Mary Wetherbee Class Will, Bernice Morse. Robert Donahue Class Prophecy Evelyn Shogren, Arnold Aronson Class History Tony Luciani Class Grumhle Ina Wener. Hazel Poloske. Richard Hayes, Thomas Listzwan CLASS OFFICERS President Bartel Gustafson Vice-President Bruno Baccei Sem'etary-'I'reasuret William Ladabouche

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12 THE SUTHERLAND I knew that it was a snag, said Tom after a little. :tNow weve- got to get it out. And so he work- ' ed hard and then he pulled an the line a little. Oh. do you see that ehinny thing down there? asked Charlie. Yes, I guess I do! replied Tom. redoubling his efforts. After quite a little trouble and work they pulled the object to the surface. It was a carbine. Both of the boys cried out in surprise. Finally, Torn broke the silence and said. It doesn't look as if it had been there long. I wonder if this has anything to do with that murder that hape pened over in Youngton a month ' age? You know that the poiice are still working on the case and it wan: said that they hadn't found any clue either, said Charlie. Well. letis go home and take this to the sheriff. put in Tom. All right, said Charlie. What's that, youngsters? call- ed a gruff voice. Who's that Charlie? said Tom. Oh. I bet it's the gink that put the gun here. said Charlie. I say, let's run. said Tom. You said it. The boys turned to run but a I large. hand reached out and caught I Tom. nYam boys ain't going to the i sheriff's office. if I know it, yur . mmin' with me, said the man. As he said this he took the boys back into the Woods. Where am you taking us? ask- ed Tom. I'm taking yur where yur wan't snitch on me, was his answer. They walked along and soon came in sight of an old barn. He took them in there, and tied them. He then lit :1 fire and threw the gun into it. uNow, my fine boys, I'll hev time to get away before any help comes to ya. You'll have help because 01:1 Broum will see his barn burning. So long. Tom, quick! you are nearest, get that gun before the fire gets it! Be careful and don't touch it. for we want the finger marks to be on it when they examine the gun. But, Charlie. how can I? I am tie! hand and foot. Well, wriggie or roll over. never mind the heat. Give it a kick. Torn rolled over and kicked it. With a thud it landed outside the door. Tom, who was a frail lad. was weak from exhaustion and could not roll away. He didn't speak when Charlie called to him. so Charlie thought that. Tom must have fainted. The little tongues of fire were licking up the wisps of hay on the hoor. and Tom was right in the path of them. Charlie was in despair. Tom. Tom, cant you hear me? Roll towards me. quick! But, alas, there was no response! Meanwhile, in Rosenhurg. the town where Charlie and Tom lived, all was as quiet as usual. Old men and women were gossiping on their front porches. Down the street, breaking the monotony of stillness, the groups heard the galloping of a horse's feet. A girl went by on horseback. There goea that 'tom bay' again, said Mrs. OIMalley. She'll break her neck some day, she will. t'Yee. the young hussy. many's the time I've ketched her stealing my apples. Never a thing does she