Troy High School - Trojan Yearbook (Troy, NH)

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40 The Messerschmitts trailed them over Germany and on to the Belgian border. Once over the lowlands the Nazi fighters closed in on the broken squadron. It was a desperate situation. The crippled squadron was falling rapidly. Barlow's plane ascended 25,000 feet and his gunners worked frantically to hold off the pursuing enemy ships. Barlow's P-38 dived and swerved to rid themselves of the Messerschmitts and in a desperate dive they fell into flak from the anti-air batteries below. One motor was shot out, one was gone, and the oil pressure was becoming minute. Teddy Barlow realized it was hopeless and through his mouthpiecencame the words that sent an air of desperation over the crew, Bail out, I can't make it, one motor's shot out, the others gone and very little oil pressure. After the last member of his crew had gone and became tiny specks far below, Barlow realized that he and a P-58 had to fight it outg either both go earthwards into flames or try a crash landing. Below was a once peaceful Belgian field. Barlow made a last attempt. He headed for it and as the last drop of oil had flowed into the motor he pointed the nose down, barely missing the tree tops and hedges. His wheels touched the soft rich soil of the Belgian lowlands. Using all of his ability as a pilot he kept the plane from turning over as he crashed into the next hedgerow. Hurriedly he extracted the precious film from the nose camera and tucked it into his flying jacket as he dashed out through the hedgerows to get as far from his plane as possible and to excape the Nazi ground forces who are already coming down the byways. Seeing a nearby haystack he dug himself a shelter, climbed in and covered himself with the hay. While he awaited the Belgian underground he wondered about the fate of his comrades and his fighter plane. As darkness fell over Belgium, Teddy Barlow prayed a silent prayer that his comrades were safe and asked for guidance to the underground so reconnaissance mission No. 51 could fulfill its duty to America and her allies. J J Similes An apple shines like a newly waxed linoleum. His large red nose looked like a red Hdownu light on an elevatorf Beverly Nelson '45

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X 41 Victim of Conscience ' Cecile Trombly '46 The awe-stricken crowd held its breath as the wavering figure of a young woman crawled out onto the seventh story ledge. The police, their huge spot lights trained on the window, tried to reason with the slim figure but all arguments were useless. It was too late! Nothing could stop her now. Pausing for only a brief second she gave a last anguished look at the sea of upturned faces below her. Then, lifting her eyes heavenward, as if praying for courage, she plunged earthward. Down - Down - Down The pave- ment rushed to meet her. The crowd turned its heads. It was all OVSP. A 1 The crowd, dazed by what they had seen stared unseeingly at the crushed figure on most beyond recognition. knife thrust between the the great actressln The to check the pandamonium They too, were puzzled. the pavement. shoulder blad crowd was in what possible Her face was mangled al- Suddenly a shriek split the air like a 6 9. which had brok s. NIt's Eileen Wilks, n uproar. The police tried en loose, but to no avail. reason could a beautiful young star, at the height of her career have for committing suicide? It was not until after the body had been removed to the morgue that they noticed the black, cloth hand-bag which she had strapped around her waist. Here, in the form of a letter, lay the answer to the suicide and at the same time it solved a mystery which had been left unsolved for ten years. Eagerly ripping open the envelope the police found in her own fine handwriting, Eileen Wilks' complete confession. They began to read. The faster they read the more excited they became. Could what they were reading possibly be true? Or were they only imagining that it said: To whomever shall find my body, June 12, 19-- You will wonder why I Eileen Wilkes, should so drasti- cally take my life. I will try to explain it, in my own humble way Ten years ago I was madly in love me. This was the first time that anything I could not have, for you see woman. I was insane with jealousy and the chance I would kill them both. My chance came sooner than I I was invited to an exclusive party gi V love with a man that did not I had ever really wanted he was in love with another I swore that if I ever got expected. For, one night en for an English celebrity. I always carried a small revolver in my hand-bag so that I could seize the opportunity when it came. The party was underway with the usual amount of gaiety when I began to feel the effects of one high-ball too many. I slipped away through the side door and out on the terrace for a breath of air. While marveling at the beauty of the night I heard soft voices coming from an open window behind me. For a moment I did not recognize who was speaking but as I listened more closely I recognized them as the people I had sworn to kill. I went momentarily insane with jealousy and rage and before I realized what I was doing I had crept to the window. The sight of the two people so very happy made my blood run cold. with trembling hands I snatched the revolver from my bag and killed them both in cold blood. After the deed was done a feeling of panic struck me. u