Woodland High School - Jewel Yearbook (Woodland, ME)

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qt SUSPENSE One hot midsummer afternoon a state policeman of district No. 11 of the State of Montana was driving along a dusty road leading off highway No. 16. when this message came' to him: t'Call- ing all state police on highway No. 16, Be on the lookout for John Muriello, wearing a brown jacket, height 5 feet, 'll inches, complexion dark, wanted dead or alive, for murder! That afternoon all of the police in Montana were on the lookout for the murderer. I'p off the highway on a ridge, a- dorned with some of Montana's remain- ing picturesque forests, was a small but exceedingly pretty cabin. As rain pour- ed down off the roof and bounced onto the cement walk, a hatless figure, clad in a brown jacket, crept around the cor- ner of the building. I might as well take a chance, I can't go o11 forever this way, he mut- tered. and he knocked on the door. The door opened, revealing an old man standing in the doorway. Come in, he said. The man hurriedly entered, and went to the fireplace where a brisk fire was burning. The old man closed the door and came over to the fireplace. You must be cold and hungry. How did you happen to come way out this way? he said. I got lost, said the other man. The old man made no comment. A lunch was prepared, and the twog sat down to sllpper. After supper the strang- er seated himself in front of the Hre- place. while the old man went out into the kitchen and washed the dishes. As the man sat there, he heard a car coming up the road. He arose, went to the win- dow. A state police car. They had giiierzxrn 9 tracked him here. He was caught in a trap. What could he do? To escape back i11to the woods would mean sure death because he could not travel far and he did 11ot know the woods. He must think quickly. Already the car had stopped, and a state cop was coming up the walk. Quickly he reached up over the fireplace and put on a pair of the old man's glasses. Then spying one of the old man's coats, he slipped it on. Run- ning his hand through his hair he step- ped to the door and opened it before the man had time to knock. The policeman looked at him with a peculiar expression. Have you seen anyone answering to this description? The policeman read the description of Muriello. lLN0l77 HO. K., Buddy. No hard feelings. And the oficer started back down the walk. John Muriello closed the door. Hear- ing the old man coming in from the kitchen, he removed the glasses and coat and put them back where he had found them before his host entered. Who was that? the old man asked. Just a peiddlerf' John said. You look very white. ls something wrong? No, I am just not feeling well.'l VVith this he sat down in front of the fireplace. The old man went back into the kitchen to finish his work. As Muriello looked at the blaze, he tolde himself now was the time to do away with the old man and continue on his journey. The quicker I get out of here the better I will like it. slam-hiiig the room for a weapon, he decided to use the poker. Picking it up, -he advanced toward the kitchen. The old man was back to him. As he advanc-

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I hitnrials SCHOOL OR- A JOB-WHICH TO CHOOSE? The question bothering a great many boys and and girls now is whether they should quit school and get a job or go on with their education. The problem may be looked at from two different angles. Atlpresent you may want to do your part in helping to beat the Axis by quitting school to find some war job. VVhen you say, I'm going to quit school and find a job, you stop too soon in your thinking a11d fail to look ahead. Although such a decision may make you perfectly happy right now, you will un- doubtedly regret it in the future. NVouldn't it be better to reason this way to yourself: HI have been thinking I don't like to stay in school when I know Uncle Sam needs workers and help so badlyg but if I quit school now, I'll have nothing to fall back on in later life. In the long run, won't I be more useful to my country if I get my education now? A11d I can help Uncle Sam now. I can buy war stamps, save and collect scrap, volunteer for Red Cross work, or be an airplane spotter. After the war, many of the defense workers and office workers will be out of their wartime jobs and the people with more rather than less education will get the jobs. Twenty or thirty years ago, educa- tion was not so necessary in order to get a job. VVorkers were scarce, so people ily. As time went by, education became with little schooling could get a job eas- more and more a prerequisite for hold- ing a position. Now, however, we read help wanted ads which say, Experience not necessary. Maybe so. But we are pretty sure that the pendulum will swing back again. So our advice is, stay in school if you mean business. Get your high school diploma. We don't think you will ever regret having it. Lynn Fickett, '44 Pk il' if W If HOOK COMMENT There is a book going around the school that everybody seems to be enjoy- ing. So we thought that you, the read- ers of the Jewel, would like to he-ar about it. I have read it myself, as have so many already. The name of this book is They We-re E-xpendablef' It is the story of the her- oic warfare of the little Motor Torpedo Boats during the Philippine disaster. This book gives a vivid picture of the fall of Corregidor and of the whole Island of Luzong the time, shortly after the bombing of Pearl Harbor. This torpedo boat squadron starts with six boats and seventy-seven men. After a few months of battle with the enemy all the boats are lost and all but five of the men have been expended. It is from these surviv- ors that W. L. White, the author, gets the sto1'y. Shortly after Pearl Harbor, the squadron, stationed at Manila, puts to sea in search of the enemy. They find him. Slipping into Subic Bay, the MTB's sink a Jap cruiser and a destroyer. This is the kind of work for which the MTB is built and this the job that they do so magnificently until the bitter end. Another feat performed by the tor- pedo boat men was the removal of Gen- eral MacArthur from the Philippines. Here you will meet MacArthur and hear stories of him told by the men who have lived and fought by his side. Francis Manzo, '43

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ed. the rain 011 the roof grew tiercer, thunder rolled. Suddenly a voice broke the deathlike silence. Put 'em up, Buddy, and keep 'em there! It was the same state policeman, who now stepped out of the adjoining room. The old man turned around quickly. What's the matter, Frank ? he ask- ed. This fellow is a murderer, he said. A call for his arrest went out this after- noon. How did yo11 know who I was? snarled the captured man. Well it's a long story, said the policeman. You see thisi 111311 is my fath- er, and when I came home and found you at tl1e door, I knew something was wrong, so I played the same game as you did. I sneaked around Hlld came in the side door. When you took oi? the glas- ses and coat I recognized you from the next room. Come along, Bud. We are going for a little ride to town. Have a warm supper for me when I get home Dad. 1Vhen, the two had gone, the old man walking around in a daze suddenly re- membered he had not heard the news all day. As he turned on the radio, he heard this: All citizens of district No. 11: Be on the lookout. for John Muriello, a dan- gerous murderer. As the radio kept on, the old man looked with a grim smile at the iron pok- er still lying on the Hoor and slowly felt his head. Charles Murray, '44 it if it fl' 'IF HIST! IR Y OF BAILEYVILLE Vlioodland is a village in the Town of Baileyville. This is a brief story of the old town before the new village was built. Q Records show that there were Bai- ley families here in early 1800, There is T H E J ENVEL 9 no account that they bought land so it is thought that they were squatters. Baileyville was formerly Township No. 7, Eastern Division. Alexander Baring owned land on two sides of Township No. 7, accounting for the names of the towns of 'daring and Alexander. Shipbuilding was the industry in Schoodic, the first name given to Calais. Settlers came up the river to hew ship- timber. They first settled along the banks of the river but later they moved inland. These people came from different places and many families in the outside town now are their descendants. Evidence of an Indian Trail still can be found. It passed from a point on Medclybemps Lake Cnear Casey's Campsj to the St. Croix River at Sinolair's farm. At first the roads were-'blazed trails and gradually improved as means of travel progressed. The Air Line mail route from Bangor to Calais passed through Baileyville. There was compe- tition between the Shore Route and the Air lline. VVolves were not uncommon on the Air Line and the Shore Iline used this point for advertising to discourage travellers. It is said that a. Bailey man, who sold firewater, lived 11ear the present Foley road. He and an Indian quarrel- ed, which resulted in the Indian's killing Bailey. The land near by was called Bailey Kill, then Bailey Hill and finally the name Bailcyville was given to the town which was incorporated in 1828. Several local names have interesting stories. Wheel Hill got its name because of a set of wheels. One man borrowed an ox-cart from another. It broke and the wheels were left in the ditch. A lawsuit followed between borrower and owner but the wheels were never moved. Coal Kiln Hill on the Alexander Road caI'ries its name because of a Coal Kiln being there years ago. Evidence of burning charcoal is found yet in some of the land there. Years ago it was as necessary for horses to be watered as it is now for cars to be filled with gasoline. There was a watering trough at the foot of the hill