Standish High School - Crimson Rambler Yearbook (Standish, ME)

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in the room where the men were questioned. UUhat's your name?n UJerry Hcward,N Craner replied. nwhere do you 1ive?n nButte.U nHave you ever cheated in your business dealin5s?n Hiro! ll Wihat is your age?n n35,n The meter did not drop. John . Ferrel nervous as he was the machine. He was obviously strapped into calmed as the preliminary questions were asked and outwardly did not change as he answered, UNO, never in my life,H The meter jumped. Judge McCullen wascloaked with indifference when he drawled, nfive years in the state pen- itentiary.U John Ferrel hung his head, Willard Moulton ' V ' J' . ..' '.iCJ'..'C. .JLJ'.J!.J'L.'L. ',J'.J'.. .. ..lL . ....-. nnnn u......n1-.-4..-4: nnhu.-nn funn A CIRTAII AfPLE'S LIFE AS TOLD BY THE APPLE ITSELF I was first known of' in the spring of 1940, during the middle of the month of Hay in the beau- tiful apple orchard of a resident of Standish, Maine. At that time I was remarked as wonderful by the human-beings, who called me a beautiful and sweet-fragranted blossom, among the millions of other blossoms. At this time in my life I was sprayed two orthree times with a spray which keeps insects away from me. After the beautiful petals of my blossom had fallen to the ground the human beings all acted as if they were too important to be bothering with me and just scurried by hardly glancing at me, although they did take a little interest in how large I was get- ting. When I was about two and one half or three inches in diam- eter, I came to a place in mylife where I stopped growing and never grew another inch. But, instead of growing, I changed from mylife -time green to a bright red. Then came the time when the human-beings began to notice me again, and by then I was called a very ripe, red, delicious looking apple, One day when I didn't know anybody was around two men came to my tree and picked every apple which was on it. I was so amazed at the surprisingly care- ful hands that took me from my home that I couldn't help admir- ing the person. I was placed in several different containers and finally came to rest in a basket which was full, shortly, with apples of my grade, and which was bought by a man who took us to his home and put us in his cellars There we stayed for a while, that is, those of us who were lucky enough to be placed near the bot- tom while the unlucky ones at the top were taken away. There? I didn't know ----- until it was my turn. Tonight, which is Monday, Nov. 5, another apple and myself were taken upstairs from the basket in the cellar by a large hand and--- well, I guess I know and you know what is to become of me now, for that young Elmer Alley has just ended my friend's life and is picking me up and opening his mouth ready to finish me in a few nice big juicy bites. Elmer Alley ees sees-sees + Any man can stand up to his opponents: give me the man who can stand up to his friends. -William Gladstone.

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SOMETHING WENT WRONG Howard Craner, obviously a salesman, entered thenCrossheart' hotel in Denver and registered at the desk. Two occupants of the lounge chairs nearby noted that he was a well dressed and re- spectable looking man probably in his early thirties. A third lounger remarkedg-- NThat fellow--he oughta be--- he'B got one of the best sales jobs of the Denver Farm Equipment Co.-- you know--they supply all the Western Middle States and some of the South Western ones.W Craner went up to his room:--- 'Wonder why the boss called this sales meeting--lose a lot of time coming from Topeka--guess I'll- eat before I juggle the books -- guys with brains don't work wonder whats on the radio.U The strains of nmeet Me In The Ally, Sally' crashed through the room while Craner fixed his bow tie and tux. Soon he went down to the dining room and ate an ex- pensive dinner with some aristo- cratic gentlemen. After dinner he went to his room and completed his sales report--omitting many- large collections. Craner was smart. In another part of the city John Ferrel entered a wholesome boarding house which presented quite a contrast to the WCross- heartn. John Ferrel was also a salesman of the Denver Farm Equip- ment Co. As he signed his name one noted that he seemed quite backward and somewhat lacking in driveg also,that he appeared hon- est. In fact,probably,he did not have the backbone to be otherwise. He went to his room:--WWonder--- why the sales meeting--got to work on report--can!t seem to lo- cate i4.6O--don't want to lose- job--quess I'll eat at Tony's-- cha p--not many People--like Tony. After Tony's John worked out his report and decided to take 64.60 from his own pocket--NHel1, I'll leave it out.W It made him courageous to say, Whelln. The next day the sales room was packed with men, business suits and cigars. Among these Howard Craner circulated congen- ially and oonverstaionally. In a corner by the back door John Ferrel waited for the manager to put in an appearance--i suddenly the room quieted5-- The manager. WBoys,W he said, NI have de- finite proof that some of the re- ports that you filled this morn- ing were not complete and that someone had withheld collections. I had suspected this before which is the reason for this meeting. In order to clear up this diffi- culty I have hired a lie detector and an operator and every sales- man on the staff will be ques - tioned. Howard Craner had read about these machines and knew the prin- ciple on which they worked. He mused, WWhat'll I do--got to sta- balized blood pressure-- I'll lie on every question-- they'll be given in private--wouldn't suspect a man of lying about name etc. un- der circumstances--nothing stops a smart fellow.n John Ferrel was quite perturb- ed. He thought nThey wouldn't care about 34.60--still they might--what'll I do-- don't know how it works--won't do any good to tell the truth--Hell, I'll lie about it--I can control myself. The operator was the only man

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DETECTIVE, NOT DETECTIVE The Kid stood on the corner of a darkened side street waiting for his pals to come. Here ,it was 6:55 and the job was to be pulled at 8:50 on the dot, Only a couple of hours more to wait, yet in the light of the nearby strectlamp you could have detect- ed his face, working violently as his thoughts turned' first from one thing to another. Details ---- details ---- details.- Seemingly so unimportant, yet so very, very important. iThey must not failg how could they possibly fail? They had been planning this for weeks and they even studied a map of their getaway route. Each corner had been es- timated so that the driver knew them by heart. Mac was an expert at such stunts. He could take a corner at 75 per and bring the car out of a roll when you'd swear he fas going to crash, Little seemed to bother Mae. He knew his job and what was wanted of him. He gave everything he had to the hob and asked little in return. The boys often wonder- ed what was the cause of Hac's joining up in such a bunchg hae had been a stunt driver and dare- devil while at Indianapolis before he get conked on the head in a crash. Then he was barred from the track and his life works But the Kid xasn't worried about Macs He'd come through, alright!! LD This was one bunch that was going to beat the wrap and also get a little eating money. They planned to steal from the upro- fossorn everything that they could lay their' hands on. If what they stole wasn't useful, it could at least be sold for junk. They knew of the right contacts so that they could easily get rid of the stuff if it suddenly get too hot for them. r If only the fellows would come so that they could get started!! It would only be a short drive, then the job, and then for the quick getaway. It would be easy once they get started, but it was- the waiting that get him- As the clock on the Town Hall struck 9:00 the boys suddenly sensed something was not right. Why were those dark figures ling- ering, in groups, in the shadows up ahead? Surely, it must be the Kid's nerves, yet--- Yes, Fingers had noticed it, too. The Kid could tell by the way he nervously fingered the bag of loot, as though it was burning his fingers. Fingers had little or no desire for loot in his pos- session, when the cops were right at his coat-tails. The Kid took a casual glance toward the rear and,sure enough,there was another group closing in from the rear. Some one had squealed. The Kid knew that and the Kid suspected Fingers. Fingers always was a yellow rat. If there was some stream or bridge nearby they could dispose of the evidence, but that was definitely out . There was no way of disposal . They'd got to make up a quick storyg and it must stick. At the- station Mae took them all by surprise. He was not a part of the gangg he was a plain clothes detective. The rest was easy. That they really had, was not an actual haul. It was only a group of lie detectors which the professor had been sending over to the police station, What a bunch of chumps they had been! Not only had they been stringing along with a plain clothesman,' 'but they had even hauled his appar ratus to the station for him X N Leith Paine Y 41N