Templeton High School - Class Book Yearbook (Baldwinville, MA)

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13 'rnzvirnafrou -rnmrfrma p reached the house the water was already knee deep but he struggled on and went 'in to the fireplace where he bent and jumbled at the rocks before it. In a few minutes he arose with a tin box clasped in his hands and left the house. When on the beach, he stopped, opened the box and let his eyes rest in a hungry manner upon the gold. While he was standing there an angry wave swept up to him, knocked him over and at the same time spilled his treasured gold into the sea. Old Man died in that wave, never .knowing that the gold he had come back for was lost at the same time he lost his life. - - I. S. '31 SALLY'S OPPORTUNITY Hello, Sally, going out this year for hockey? called Ruth Morton, Sally Carter's chum, catching up with her on the way to school. I guess not, answered Sally with an effort to smile. Mother's worse and I'm afraid she needsme more at home than the hockey team needs me. Oh, Sally, but we need you terribly. You know Elsie and Marjorie graduated last June and so we won't have them this year, and if we lose you-Sally, you simply must go out. Ruth, it's'all settled that I can't. I'm sorry, you realize that because you know how proud I was to be on the team last year. Mother wanted me to go out for it but I couldn't leave her to take care of the house and Bobby and Jane when she is so ill. But I shall try to come to most of the games and join in the cheering. . ' With that Ruth had to be content, because she knew Sally would stick to her duty, but she sighed when she thought of the team. Practice was started. Every afternoon for a week scores of girls crowded the field. Many were in hopes of making the team. The in- structor quickly thinned out the number, mak- ing two teams of the most promising material. Sally was not among them. - The teams settled down to hard work and progressed rapidly. The first team was chosen with Ruth Morton as captain. She played center, and by her ability to put life into her team, encouraging them, giving them confidence, and being an example to them by her wonderful playing, she led them from one victory to another. . Every Saturday afternoon Sally managed to attend the games. She was the most en- thusiastic rooter in the Lancaster High School grandstand. Every girl on the team knew and liked the vlvacious, adorable Sally and were disappointed when they heard she could not play. The season was nearly over and the school looked forward to the last game of the season -against Malvern High School. Malvern High School was an old rival of Lancaster, and this game would decide the winner of the State Championship. Malvern had a won- 1 derful team and, if reports were true, Lan- caster would certainly have to iight to win. Saturday dawned bright and clear and the held was in perfect condition. Sally made her way to the front of the grandstand which was already filled with shouting, happy, hilarious classmates 'and alumni who were waving school colors, blowing tin wistles and carrying on good-natured banter with the supporters of the rival school who were there in full force. At the referee's whistle the two teams were off. First one team would gain control of the puck, only to have it seized by one on the opposite side. The teams were evenly matched, or so it seemed at flrst. When the Malvern team shot a goal, the cheers were deafening. At the end of the first half the score was flve to four in favor of Malvern. Feeling was tense at the- beginning of the fourth quarter, for during the third period the rival team had gained two points. mak- ing the score seven to four. The home team was tiring. Suddenly everyoneqwas on his feet, and groans issued from ,the Lan- caster grandstand. Thelma Burton, one of the best players, had fallen andspralned her ankle. The substitute was--well, just a sub- stltute and everyone knows what ordinary substitutes are like. The game was almost over and Malvern was ln- the leadl, Sally Carter! Sally Carter! , , a Sally looked at a girl who-was-:calling her name and when she was taken byfzthe arm and hurried towards the fleld, Sally looked at her in bewllderment. 3 The coach wants to see you, shegheard. It was Sally's opportunity! Her chance to help her school and to prove that she was not a quitter, as many had thought when she had not showed up for practice. She -shook hands with her opponent and the game continued while her name was shouted by thgse.ln the grandstand. , . The puck whizzed by. With a quick twist of her wrist she sent it flying towards the goal. With renewed energy the .team rallied around her. Quick passwork rewarded them with a goal. The only way to catch the other team was to get them confused by quick shoot- ing and clever passwork. Making a feint to the

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TEMPLETON TEMPTER ' 11 out to sea! So saying he turned, put on his sllcker, took up some of the things he didn't want destroyed or lost and then waited until Art had done the same. Then they went out into the storm which seemed to be getting Wilder every minute. Old Man people believed,A41ad a fortune hidden somewhere in his house, but as he was suspicious of everyone and spoke to but few people, no one had ever been inside his house. He had never let them get that far. Tonight he was sitting in a corner with his gold before him counting it. He was so entranced in his counting that he paid little heed to the storm without. The lamp which was the only light in the room except for a little fire in the fire- place would flicker and threaten to go out as some of the cold, damp blasts of the storm found their way into the room. Suddenly the iain and wind which had been beating against the building and rat- tling the windows attracted the man's atten- tion. He spread his arms over the gold lying before him and drew it to him although he saw nothing to disturb him as he lifted his shaggy head and with shifty suspicious eyes looked about himg he could not go on count- ing his money as contentedly as before. He kept raising his eyes to the door and looking at the window, which was covered by a black cloth to keep prying eyes from seeing within, and he shifted uneasily at the wierd sound of the storm. Turning back to his gold after one of these interruptions, he started up trembling as he heard the sound of steps coming down the beach toward the house. He hurriedly put his gold back into a tin box and put it under two rocks before the fireplace. As the steps continued coming toward the house Old Man trembled more and when Jack finally hollered to him and asked him to open the door Old Man cried, You can't have it! You can't have it. Above the roar of the storm the boys tried to tell him they didn't want anything he had but that he would have to leave the house be- cause the- waves were rushing over the beach in angry, destroying sweeps and would soon be upon them. When they could not make him understand Art turned to Jack saying, We've got to get him out of there. It won't be long before the place is flooded. So together they sought a way of entering the house. They succeeded with little difficulty and upon entering the room they saw Old Man crouched in a cor- ner still mutterlng You can't have it! You can't have it! , fear showing in his eyes which stared out from under his shaggy hair. Fur- ther explanatlons from the boys had no effect on the man so they advanced toward him de- termined to get him away from there. As they moved forward he shrank still farther into the corner now shouting above the storm. I'll never tell you where it is. You can't rob me! Get out of here! Don't you touch me! It's mine! Get out! But they both took hold of him and by dragging and pushing him finally got him out of the house and started up the hill away from the beach, now half covered with water. After struggling they succeeded in getting him up the hill to the place where many others had gathered to escape from the surg- ing sea which was now destroying their homes. Children were crying in fright and women stood by, some silent, others crying, helpless to do anything to save their homes. The storm continued through the night and as Jack and Art stood silently watching, they saw their cottage washed from its foundation by the angry sea surging over the rocks. Jack turning to Art called above the noise of the storm, Do you see 'Old -Man?' I wish we had kept track of him. The old fool of a miser ds liable to go back to the house after his gold. Well, Jack, we sure had some time with him. Say! let's go see if we can find him, and with that they picked their way among the people, searching for Old Man. They searched in vain and when morning came and the storm had died down disclos- ing the destruction it had wrought during the night they still had seen nothing of him. Well, what do you think he did, go back to the house in that storm with all that water raging on the beach? asked Art as they stopped on a rock looking down onto the beach. Let's go down to the house and see if he went down there. I think we will be able to get there all right. I bet if 'Old Man' Went last night he was either killed or washed out to sea but We'11 have a look. I don't be- lieve he could have made it last night, though. All right, replied Jack. Let's go. On reaching the house they found the door torn off and debris all over the place. On entering they saw the chairs and table over- turned and half buried in sand and water but they saw no sign of Old Man then so they went out and Walked along the beach. Suddenly Jack who was a little ahead of Art turned, grasped Art's arm and exclaimed, Look! It's 'Old Man,' and they rushed up to him. Old Man was lying with his face half buried in the sand, dead. Tightly clasped in his hands was a tin box but the box was quite empty. On the sands by him they found a few gold coins of little value. When Jack and Art left Old Man he slipped away from the group on the hill and made his way back to the house. When he

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-f f ---4-5--r-., - -- TEMPLETON 'TEMPTER 19 left Sally turned right and started toward the goal with the puck, eludlng flying legs and sticks with an ease which was astonish- ing. Wlth a twist of the stick she sent the puck flying to the center of the goal. Good team work with Sal1y's remarkable capacity for shooting goals resulted in raising the score from 4 to 7 which tied them with Malvern. Two minutes to play. The visiting team was awakening to Sally's ability and they blocked her every move. At last she escaped the last guard and started at top speed for the goal. Malvern, thinking she had the puck pursued her until they realized their mistake and turned to fol- low Ruth who possessed the puck. With all her strength, Ruth sent the puck to Sally who then started again for the goal. Just as the guard was ready to strlke lt, the puck twisted and went right into the goal. A sec- ond later the gong sounded which ended the game. Lancaster had won the State Cham- plonshlp. Every evening for half an hour, after Dad was home to be with mother, I went out and practiced shooting a puck. You see there is a small field just behind our home where I could practice and return in a short time. Ruth and Dad were the only ones who knew that I was keeping ln trim, so how did you ask me to play when you dldn't know what I was like? asked Sally turning to the coach after she had explained to the girls how she had increased her ability to play hockey. Ruth told me to have you take Thelma's place and I trusted her judgment entirely, responded the coach. Sally hugged Ruth and thanked her for giv- ing her the chance to show her loyalty to the school. Outside, the air was ringing with shouts and cheers for Lancaster High School and Sally Carter. A. L. B. '31 THE MASQUERADE Because he had been late to the dance, Tom found himself without a partner. Of course, there were the usual wall-flowers sitting around, but they did not appeal to him, so he wandered off into an adjoining room. At first glance he thought the room was empty, but on closer examination he saw that the chair by the window was occupied. With a faint sigh he dropped into the oppo- site seat and glanced at the other guest. To his surprise he saw a young girl and she seemed to be quite pretty too. But then, how could anyone tell until she took off her mask. What in the dickens is she doing here all alone? he asked himself, but as he was un- able to flnd a satisfactory answer he proceed- ed to find out. The ball seems to be quite a success, doesn't it? he inquired. It does, answered the girl in a low voice, but I'm not a good judge because I'm a stranger here and feel quite lost. Well, nobody ls supposed to know anybody else at a masquerade anyhow, is she? I'm quite all alone too, so Why not dance this with me and forget we're lonely? Yes, why not? replied the girl as she rose. Tom got up also and they went into the ball- room. The orchestra had been playing a noisy jazz piece, but now they were playing a smooth slow waltz. Tom put his arm around her waist and as he had expected he found her very easy to dance with. She was much smaller than he and he could feel her hair tickle his chin and he could smell a faint per- fume. Funny how all girls have a faint clinging perfume, he thought to himself, but it was more delightful than otherwise. When the music stopped they found them- selves near the doorway and they could feel the cool evening breeze coming in. That breeze feels nice. Let's go out, sug- gested Tom and without waiting for an an- swer he drew the girl outside. ' They wandered out into the garden and Tom discovered an old bench hidden quite out of sight of the hall. Just the thlngln he thought as he helped the girl to the seat. Nice warm night, a beautiful girl! What more could one desire? he continued to him- self. And to the girl he said, I thought the eve- ning was going to be dull, but I was mistaken, I'm glad to say. Don't be too sure rejoined the girl at his side. You don't even know who or what I am. Tom thought he could see a smile fllt across her face but he could not be sure because of the dim light. No, I don't he replied. But I'll find out when it's time to take oil' our masks and until then I'll take a chance. And with that he put his arm across the back of her chair. The girl moved away slightly, but did not seem displeased so he left it there. I prefer sitting out here to dancing ln that unbearably hot room, don't you? continued Tom. The girl agreed and this time, Tom, growing bolder, put his arm all the way around her. .,.4L