Westmont Hilltop Senior High School - Phoenician Yearbook (Johnstown, PA)

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Foreword Twined round our hearts is this, our book. It marks the end of that first stepping stone To heritage. Our kindred aims, our kindred hopes and tasks Remain in it alone. The parting will bring diverse roads and aims, And ne'er again may we pass through together Those numbered days. Mingled with experiences no future can transcend— The joys and trials we weathered.

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A DOUBLE DECISION T was a cold night in January. During the day a heavy snow had fallen and the city pavements had not all been shoveled clean. But as young Dr. Webster came down the steps of 118 Commonwealth avenue, he was not aware of this. He was thinking deeply of a remark made by old Dr. Hamilton, which faintly suggested an offer that many a young doctor just out of college like Dr. Webster would have been glad to have received. Dr. Hamilton was a man of great re- noun. He was considered Boston’s best physician, and could not be excelled for skill and experience in the lines of surgery. Now he was getting up in years and since he had no sons or heirs to whom he could impart his invaluable knowledge, he decided to find a young doctor who was clean, trustworthy and ambitious, and one whom he could trust, and think of, as a son. Dr. Webster was now the third assistant he had; the other two having, as people thought, resigned because of the old doctor’s exaspirating methods. But they did not know the real cause, for Dr. Hamilton never told any one of his in- nermost intentions. That day the older doctor had told young Webster that he was going to appoint him as his private as- sistant, a thing that he had never before done for any young man. He then gave him a valuable formula for a cure of paralysis which he had worked out and proved himself, and which many surgeons would have been glad to have in their possession. Webster was told to part with it under no cir- cumstances. This was not the only thing that the young doctor was worrying about as he shuffled through the snow; for he had another big problem on his mind. There were yet seven thou- sand dollars to be paid for his college course, and in addition to that were the twenty thousand that friends had lent his father in stacks and which by the cruel trickery of another party his father had lost. It was now up to Dr. Webster to pay the debts. Young Webster strode along through the sifting snow, pondering over his worries. Suddenly a hand smote him and he fell backward, two hands grabbed his wrists, something slipped over his eyes, so that he could not see, and he was bodily picked up and jolted down an alley into a dimly-lighted room . The first thing that entered his mind was the two-inch square piece of paper, held inside his glove, containing the formula. The doctor’s last words, “Under no circumstances part with it.” kept ringing in his ears. That’s what the ruffians were after! What should he do with it,—what could he do with it? His necktie—his hat band—his secret pocket? No,