Westbrook High School - Blue and White Yearbook (Westbrook, ME)

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20 0151312 Mus ant white QQPQQWQPQQPQQPQQPQQPQQPQQPQQPQQPQQPQQQQQPQQP 1 QQQQQQQQQPQQPQQPQQPQQPQQPQQQQPQQPQQPQQPQQP One DAY, down in the VALLEE, A HURD was grazing, A WELCH-man was tending them that DAY, And was feeding the goats on HAY, When all of a sudden a FOGG from the hills a ROSE. Let's hurry, they said, before the rain Hows. As they hurried on their way they MET faj CALF, When the goats spied her and they gave a sneering laugh. The WELCH-man was amazed, And in his eyes, anger blazed, How could his goats be so rude! It surely must be DUE to their mood, For they had at all times been polite, And in them he took JOY and delight. He chided his goats so DEER fingj , Saying why, my clears, DUE you sneer? We are jealous, was the reply, She is one of the class of 1917 at Westbrook Highg By this time so hard were the goats laughin' That they soon took to COFFINQ The man to his goats then said, For shame, hang your headlsj , The calf passed on, and yonder hill did gain, When down in torrents came the rain. In the rain the goats were caught, A wetting through was their fateful lotg If you do not think this true, I am sure no one could blame you. E. P. S., '17. ,1..i..--- A MAY DAY IDYL Sam Brown came from the country, With hayseed in his hairg And when he entered Westbrook High, He stood with frightened stare. But soon a girl espied his plight, And took him by the arm To guide him to the principal, Who stilled his wild alarm. A As days passed by, Sam lost his fear, But bashful grew insteadg And though he idolized that girl, Toward her, ne'er turned his head. But soon he had a happy thought, The month of May drew nearg A May-basket he'd fondly place, At the shrine of one most dear. But alas for bashful Sammie, He confided how he feltg And knowing not the wiles of Sophs, He asked one where she dwelt. It chanced that this kind Sophomore Himself that girl did likeg And so explained to eager Sam, The place where lived Old Mike. Old Mike, the miser, lived alone With his most vicious dog, And plagued and tricked by rascal boys, He threatened all to Hog. At last the fateful night arrived, And Sam with spirits lightg Had hung the basket on the door, And run with all his might. Then from the house there came a yell, The door was opened wideg And out the door there leaped the dog, Ere Sam had time to hide. Old Mike hurled threats and scornfu The dog came on full bound, ljibes Though Samuel was a Heshy youth, His sprinting would astound. Till reaching soon a low-branched tree, He clambered on a limbg g And there he sat for two long hours, While glared the cur at him. At last Old Mike aweary grew, And called the dog away: Then Sam with rising anger swore, For this that Soph shall pay! And here it may as well be said, That woe did soon betide, For Sammie licked that Sophomore, And won his girl beside. R. K., '19.

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Gite Blue ant white I9 QQPQQPQQPQQPQQPQQPQQPQQPQQPQQPQQPQQPQQPQQPQQP C A L E 'N D A' R ssesssssesssssswsesssesssssessessessessssss Saturday, Feb. 5, 1916-The Musical Comedy proves a great success at both performances. Tuesday, Feb. 8, 1916-Assembly meeting. Debating team gets five bones. Tuesday, Feb. 15, 1916-Senior girls hold Pig-tail Day. Pearl Martin was the prize winner, in our opinion. Wednesday, Feb. 16, 1916-Senior boys got on job and wear bow ties. We confer first prize to Arthur Sisson, but are compelled to an- nounce Zeke Deering as a close second. What next! Tuesday, Feb. 22, 1916-Washington's Birthday. 1 The debating teams work all day. Ask Florence Libby, '17, what she knows about tramps. Friday, Feb. 25, 1916-Boys' debating team loses to Biddeford High by a 2 to 1 vote. Girls' debating team wins from Biddeford High by unanimous vote. b Monday, Feb. 28, 1916-Basketball team returns from Bangor full of evil and dark forebodings. Tuesday, Feb. 29, 1916-Guilty, is the verdict! No more basketball. Friday, March 3. 1916-General exer- cises. Tuesday, March 7, 1916-Snow. No school! We are decidedly sur- prised. Thursday, March 9, 1916-More snow. Againno school! Twice in three days! Mr. Keyes should be more careful. These sudden shocks are bad for a weak heart! Friday, March 10, 1916-Tickets out for the Senior and Junior social. Friday, March 17, 1916-St. Patrick's Day. Seniors and Juniors hold social. Mr. Patrick gets lost lead- ing the Grand March. Friday, March 24, 1916-We adjourn for a two weeks' vacation. Hurrah! Monday, April 10, 1916--School opens. We are tickled to death! Baseball practice started. Tuesday, April 11, 1916--Song Fest. Berryman elected Captain of 1917 basketball team. Three cheers, say we! Thursday, April 13, 1916-First base- ball practiceg 15 candidates out. Friday, April 14, 1916-Results of Prize Essay given out. Monday, April 24, 1916-W. H. S. play tickets go on sale. Baseball game postponed. Wednesday, April 26, 1916fBaseba1l opening again postponed. No wonder baseball managers go crazy. Thursday, April 27, 1916-Baseball team gets away with its iirst game. W. H. S. 15. Gorham H. S. 10. Saturday. April 29, 1916-South Port- land H. S. 15. W. H. S. 10. Wednesday, May 3, 1916--BLUE AND WHITE goes to press. f

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The Blue anh white ZI MY BIRD NEIGHBORS Little Birdie, on the tree, Turn around and look at me! Tell me if you're ever sad, For you always seem so glad. Tell me why you fear me sog I won't hurt you, don't you know? Come down here and get this Worm He's a fat one, watch him squirm- He will make the best of food For your little hungry brood. I know where you have your nest, Hidden where none may molestg For I found it while at play By the hedge, the other day. Little wife she fears me, too, When I came, away she ilewg As I peeped into the nest, Four tiny eggs in it did restg Then I tiptoed soft away, But returned another dayg Birdie, guess what I did see! Eight little eyes gazed up at me! -+73 r Four little mouths were open wideg For their daily food they cried. Mother bird was watching me From a near-by apple treeg Careful not to cause her fear, I left her to her babies dear. Birdie, are you not hard pressed To find food for so full a nest? Soon you know the day will dawn, When your babes will all be gone, Leaving you and wife alone With an empty little home. Father bird, when they're afar, Do you wonder where they are? Do you sing a song of prayer That our Heavenly Father's care Be bestowed upon them all? He who marks the sparrow's fall, Will guide your young where'er they be, Over land or over sea, But, Birdie, must you leave me now, To feed the babes on yonder bough? I thank you for this little talk, And I'll continue on my walk. D. S. G., '19. Jil? v flf I .i.