Stoneham High School - Wildlife Yearbook (Stoneham, MA)

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THE STONEHAM HIGH SCHOOL AUTHENTIC of Massachusetts. Pete had discovered one of the best tricks of one of the best and smooth- est bootleggers. He returned to his bunk as if nothing had happened and retired for the night. The next morning just before day break he arose, taking enough food for three days and started on his home- ward trip. He travelled fast, sleeping only a few hours each night because he knew that he must reach headquar- ters before any more liquor was smug- gled in. He made it in three days and three nights and when he reached the camp, was all in. He reached the camp just after dusk, and entered unknown to any one. He went directly to headquarters and told his story. Pete gave the location of the place to his superior, who found it on the map and said it was in N. Y. But all the liquor was being shipped down to our state to be sold. So all the logs which came down the river were put under close guard and 5,000 gallons of booze were removed from them. The location of the camp was given to the constabulary of New York who cleaned it up, and Pete Mjelley, the boy whom all bootleggers fear, will be called Sergeant Melley from now on. B. M., ’23. tlje JSsttuirs “Fair Daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon.” “I’ll not budge an inch” — Clayton Bockus. “The Bride hath paced into the hall; red as a rose is she” — Eva Cann. “Her voice was ever soft, gentle and low, an excellent thing in woman” — Dorothy Chase. “The other was a softer voice; as soft as honey dew” — Victor Duplin. “Sits the wind in that corner?” — Sylvia Gerrish. “First then, a woman will or won’t, depend on’t; if she will do’t, she will, and there’s an end on’t” — Donna Folant. “A fig for care, and a fig for woe” — Marjorie Howe. “I will wear my heart upon my sleeve” — Charlotte Hunt. “And dar’st thou then to beard the lion in his den ; the Douglas in his hall?” — Douglas Jackson. “Then she will talk — good gods! how she will talk!” — Dorothy Metchear. “Better late than never” — Lewis Maxwell. “A bold, bad man” — Thomas Phelan. “At first it seemed a little speck, and then it seemed a mist; it moved and moved, and took at last a certain shape, I wist” — Walter Morrison. “Don’t you remember sweet Alice Ben Bolt? Sweet Alice, whose hair was so brown!” — Alice Munn. “So we’ll go no more a-roving so late into the night” — Bernard Murphy. “He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one; exceeding wise, fair-spoken” — Herman Pickens. “Whistle and she’ll come to you”— Frances de Gruchy. “There’s a good time coming” — Hat- tie Newcomb. “As idle as a painted ship, upon a painted ocean” — Etta Rheel. “Where did you get your eyes so blue? Out of the skies as I came through” — Preston Maxwell. “She wears the rose of youth upon her” — Doris Bergholtz. “A still, small voice” — Cathleen Me Donald. “Sober as a judge” — Emily Babin. “Neat, not gaudy.” — Dorothy Sum ner. “He hath a daily beauty in his life” — Malcolm Young. “The glass of fashion and the mou ld of form” — Gladys Bruce. ' “Too much of a good thing” — Alice Severance. “Oh, sweeter than the marriage feast, ’tis sweeter far to me; to walk together to the kirk with a goodly company” — Richard Hale. “Anything for a quiet life.” — Grace Young. “Her ways are ways of pleasantness, and all her paths are peace” — Beulah Bancroft. “Let thy words be few” — Gladys Sweet. “She had talents equal to business”— Mildred Green. 15

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THE STONEHAM HIGH SCHOOL AUTHENTIC Nearly all the large states of our country are protected by some form of constabulary. Our state has just formed one of these small armies to protect us from the bootleggers which have started a great liquor traffic be- tween Ncav York and Massachusetts. Pete Melley, one of the best troopers on the force, patrolled the territory which links us with New York. He was on duty from ten p. m. to five a. m. This district was overloaded with boot- leggers, but to catch them was beyond the power of the state’s experts. This was the reason that Pete was assigned to patrol this territory during the late hours, which were best for the boot- leggers to transport their liquor. Pete had served twenty-two months in France with the U. S. Army during the World War. He had been dis- charged from the service of his coun- try with a record that would have been a credit to any man. He had received three war medals for bravery in bat- tles in which he participated. This new assignment more than pleased him because excitement was his hobby. To kill a man was an every day occur- rence, so Pete was right at home with a “forty-five” waiting for some unfor- tunate bootlegger. Pete had been on the job about six weeks, but liquor was coming in as fast as ever. When he was called before his superior officer to report on what he ran across during the hours he was on duty, he said he had held up many cars, which traveled over his route dur- ing the night, but never found any- thing. The superior officer was very angry to think that some smooth boot- legger was putting it over him and his men. Pete also was disquieted to think that he couldn’t catch them. So he asked for a leave of ten days, promis- ing to bring back one bootlegger dead or alive. The next morning he started out on his journey and struck into the hills which overlooked the camp border. He was dressed as a common woodsman so as not to betray himself. The first night he put up with a lone woodsman, but couldn’t get any information from him. For six days and nights he tramped through the woods. He hadn’t met a soul for four days, and his food was all gone. He was tired and hun- gry, so he dropped down upon some foliage, and thought of what a fool he had been to make such a promise. He soon fell asleep on the side of a hill which overlooked the Connecticut Riv- er. The next morning he awoke about five-thirty, and to his surprise saw a lumber camp located on the bank of the river. His first thought was to get something to eat, and as he had re- covered some strength from his sleep, he scrambled down the hill to the camp. He was greeted at the entrance by a half-breed who was lying in the bush- es on guard. The guard poked a shot gun up under his nose and asked him what he wanted. Pete laid a hand upon the guard’s shoulder and said “I will do anything for a bite to eat.” When he told the guard that he was a hunter who had lost his way and that he hadn’t eaten for four days. The guard led him to the kitchen where Pete put down a wonderful feed of meat, pota- toes and pie. After he had finished eating, he was brought before the boss of the camp, who put him through a third degree. Pete was given a job in the mill operating a large drill, which bored holes into the large logs. Pete wondered what these holes were for, and to satisfy his curiosity started a crusade. That night about twelve he was awakened by some noise in the cel- lar, the moving of barrels, the sound of running water and a great deal of conversation. He got up and found that all his brothers had left their bunks. This led him to do some search- ing, so he went out to the kitchen, and opening a trap door to the cellar, was greeted by an unmistakable odor. He had not removed any clothing ex- cept his shoes, so he was all ready to make his investigation. Going outside, he saw four or five men walk toward the mill, with the goods. He followed them, watching them closely. On en- tering the mill he saw two men at work under a lantern, busily packing the liquor which was in gallon cans of cylindrical shape, into the holes which he had bored. They first put the can in, packed around it with sawdust, then they lined the remainder of the hole with glue. Next a post was forced in by a pile driver, to block up the hole and conceal the can. When the logs were ready they were roll ed into the river to be carried down into the state 14

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THE STONEHAM HIGH SCHOOL AUTHENTIC “Diligence increaseth the fruit of toil” — Catherine Mele. “I came, I saw, I conquered” — Doro- thy Howes. “Life is long, and thou art short” — Irene Roberts. “Let thy speech be better than si- lence, or be silent” — Rose McGriskin. “Wisdom is better than rubies” — Helen McKenna. “Although the last, not least” — Helen Trant. (E lass of 1923 C — urious Dorothy Sumner L — ucky Victor Duplin A — ctive Marjorie Howe S — cholastic Donna Folant S — leepy Mildred Green 0 — bedient Malcolm Young F — ashionable Etta Rheel N — oisy Dorothy Metchear I — rritable Clayton Bockus N — eglected Charlotte Hunt E — nergetic Bernard Murphy T— iny Walter Morrison E — ngaged Hattie Newcomb E — lder 1923 N — eeessary Herman Pickens T — reacherous Douglas Jackson W— ild Beulah Bancroft E — ntertaining Alice Severance N — ifty Eva Cann T — roublesome Gladys Sweet Y — outhful Frances de Gruchy T — alkative Sylvia Gerrish H — aughty Dorothy Howes R — emote Emily Babin E — ccentric Lewis Maxwell E — longated Richard Hale We acknowledge with thanks the following exchanges: The Advance — Salem High School, Salem, Mass. The Aegis — Beverly High School, Beverly, Mass. The Argus — Gardner High School, Gardner, Mass. The Debater — Wakefield High School, Wakefield, Mass. The Early Trainer — Essex County Training School, Lawrence, Mass. The Enicar — Racine High School, Racine, Wisconsin. The Record — Goddard Seminary, Barre, Vermont. The Maverick — University Prepara- tory School, Tonkawa, Oklahoma. The Spectator — Chicopee High School, Chicopee, Mass. The Windmill — St. John’s School, Manlius, N. Y. The Brackenridge Times — Bracken- ridge High School, San Antonio, Texas. The Round Up — Reading High School, Reading, Mass. The Oracle — Manatee County High School, Bradentown, Florida. The Sara Satus— Sarasota, Florida. The Elevator — Conemaugh High School, Conemaugh, N. Y. The Herald — Westfield High School, Westfield, Mass. As Others See Us The Spectator — You have a wonder- ful magazine. “A Freshman Rhyme” and clever, original jokes and poems make it more complete. The Debater — A very good paper; however a few cuts would be an im- provement. The Aegis — Both earnest effort and ardent zeal on the part of your school body are distinctly revealed through- out your magazine. The Sara Satus — We look forward to receiving your magazine. Your literary department is especially interesting. The Elevator — Your paper is inter- esting throughout. Your jokes are fine, but a few more original stories might add to its value. As We See Others The Debater — Y T our literary depart- ment is excellent, but a few jokes would make your paper more interest- ing. The Elevator — You have a magazine to be proud of. The pictures add to it greatly, and you have a wonderful joke department. The Maverick — Yours is a very clever magazine. The Herald — Your “Flyers” are very original and humorous. A very good paper. Mary had a Thomas cat, It warbled like Caruso; A neighbor svning a baseball bat Now Thomas doesn’t do so. 16