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

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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.

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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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22 acne Blue ann what QQPQQPQQPQQPQQPQQPQQPQQPQQFQQPQQPQQPQQPQQPQQP S R I E S waaeaassaaaaswaasssesassasaaeaswsaeaassas A Message Brought by the Sea Mary Smith sat dreaming on the porch of the tiny sea-side cottage one sunshiny day. Her thoughts seemed to be traveling far out beyond the little harbor to the blue stretch of ocean which met the distant horizon. Scarcely a year ago her father had proudly ridden forth upon the crest of the waves with his well equipped fishing smack, fully confident of bringing home a big catch from the Grand Banks. But month after month passed and the little craft did not return. and no word was received from her captain or any of her crew. Little doubt now remained in the minds of the most hopeful of the friends that these men had met a sailor's fate and had been lost at sea. Mary's thoughts were busy devising some plan for lightening the house- hold burdens, for the tired look which the daughter had noticed that morning on her mother's face, showed only too plainly that care and worry were beginning to tell upon her. The murmur of familiar voices and the sound of her own name, caused Mary to turn to greet her friends, John Dallings and his sister Grace. Why, halloo, John, and halloo, Grace! How good of you to come! Isn't this a great day? Well, I should say so, an- swered Grace. Just right for a sail, exclaimed John. Oh! wouldn't that be glorious! Let's go over to Lovell in the sailboat. The Wind is just right, and mother can spare me, I think. Just the thingll' agreed Grace and John. At two o'clock, the trio set sail for Lovell, a small summer resort just across the bay, where they spent the afternoon with Mary's aunt. About five o'clock, they started on the homeward trip. When about half way across the bay, Mary spied some- thing iloating in the water near them. John directed the boattowards the object, which proved to be a bottle. inside of which, was a scrap of papei with Writing on it. Mary was the first to read the messagej As she read, her cheeks turned ashy, he lips began to tremble, and she seemes on the point of fainting. Crossing the stern to where Mary was sitting Grace dashed water upon the girl' temples and rubbed her hands, whil John seized the paper and read a follows : Lone Tree Island, June 6, 1915. Alone, starving and in need of clothing, living on roots and bark of trees. Will the one who finds this please offer some assistance to T. D. Smith, captain of fishing schooner Macbeth, wrecked off Newfoundland, July 1, 1914. Why! exclaimed John, th: must be Mary's father!