Timmins High and Vocational School - Porcupine Quill Yearbook (Timmins, Ontario Canada)

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103 -li- The PORCUPINE QUILL The Hockey Team Mike Budzack-Mike played centre on the nrst flarward line and figured in most of the goals scored by the players on this line. A good stickhandler with a tricky shot. Frank Sarmiento-Dependable right winger of the first line. Always dangerous near the goal. Marcel Theriault-One of the fastest skaters on the team. Marcel was outstanding in almost every game. Emile Richer-As left wing man on the sec- ond line, Emile's work was sensational. Very fast with an effective sweep check. Jack Lake-One of the rmost reliable players on the team. Jack turned in good games at right wing. Harold Gauthier--Harold relieved at centre and was a standout on the afttack. Joe Delmonte-Joe developed greatly during the season and has the necessary material for a real defence player. Hem'y Charlebois-Hard hitting, hard shoot- ing defenceman. Henry was a great stumbling-block to opposing forwards. Leslie Brown-Although this was his first year in senior company, Leslie made good with a bang and turned back many a visiting sniper. Frank Everard-The only member of last year's team. Frank has improved with age and his vigilance before the Tim- mins' citadel was quite instrumental in the teams success. A Story of the North Art Boles, a trapper, sat up silently in his bed, cocked his head to one side, and listened intently. There it was again, that queer scratching sound at his door! Snatching up his rine. he slipped to the door, threw it open and levelled his gun. Then he saw a small black fox about three hundred feet away. It was watching him like a dog, whining all the while. He knew at once that it was 2. tame fox, for it had a shiny locket round its neck. ' After a few minutes of coaxing, he finally persuaded the beast to enter the cabin. There he fed it and made such good friends with it that he had no trouble taking the locket from its neck. On closer examina- tion, the locket proved to be a cartridge with a note inside. He drew the note out, unfolded, and read it. When he finished, there was a determined look on his faceg for the note had been a call for help from Caw- den, a man who owned a fox farm fifty miles north. The note said that he had broken both legs in a snowslide and was in Critical condition. This then, Art thought, as he looked at the fox, must be Cawden's famous pet, Babe. Quickly Boles prepared himself for the journey. In his knapsack, he stored what medicines he had, some blankets, tobacco, matches, and food. Then, tying on his snowshoes, he set out for the home of the helpless man. At noon of the second day, he sighted the cabin. From its chimney a thin, feeble trail of smoke was rising. When Boles saw this, he ran the rest of the way to the cabin, push- ed open the door, and made straight for the injured trapper. Thank God, he was still living! Quickly filling the stove, the trapper set the coiee pot on to boil. Then he made the old man comfortable on his bunk. Later he cut down a large pine tree and from it he shaped four pieces of wood, about three feet long and twelve inches wide. With these he set the man's broken legs. For over six weeks, Art Boles stayed by the cripple, made his meals, cut his tobacco, washed his body, and did everything possible to help him. When finally the man could walk fairly well, Boles filled the woodbox, replenished the meat cache, left an ample supply of to- bacco in the cupboard and departed. He had done his duty! ARMAND LACHAPELLE Nevertheless the end is not yet Go on-and over!