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

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Ghz Blue ant white 21 .X-ii--f' .Q-':f 7 M o won- 'n LITERARY. THE PRIDE OF MY HEART. It was a gray afternoon late in Feb- ruary. The waves, which had been running high and beating with territic force against the sides of the Darts M., had at last subsided. Ever since the ship had set out from Halifax for Liverpool with her valuable cargo of foodstuffs and other supplies for the Allies, the weather had been rough, yet the sea-hardened captain had at no time feared for his staunch vessel until he approached the war zone, with its menacing mines and under- sea crafts. The well-built ship, in plying from port to port for the last fifteen years, had weathered too many severe northern storms, as well as lierce tropical gales, for the fond skipper to lose confidence in the pride of his heart, so long as she sailed the open sea, though the mighty waves broke every now and then over her ice-clad decks. Bravely was the stout ship plowing forward, a two days' sail from her destined port, when suddenly the periscope of a submarine was sighted but a short distance away. Men to the guns! was the hoarse command of the captain. The men at once executed the orders given, and manned the guns with splendid accuracy and rapidity. The submarine showed immediate fight and determined to send the merchant- man to the bottom. A torpedo was discharged on its road of destruction, but failed to hit its mark. After several rounds had been fired from the Doris M., one took effect and pierced the steel-clad craft. Water began to pour into the submarine,and the men, seizing life belts, jumped into the frigid sea. In due time the victorious ship sailed into the harbor at Liverpool with her prisoners of war. The cap- tain, standing on the slippery deck and giving orders, remarked to the first mate: The sight of land has never before seemed so good. I have encountered many severe storms, but never have I feared so much for 'The Pride of My Heart' as when we met the German murderer. J. HAROLD DAY, '17.

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22 Ghz Blue ante white THE CHAMPIONS. The stage was set for the final bout of the annual Wrestling and boxing match between the Greely Pond and the Swaseytown camps of the United Lumber Company. It had become the custom to hold such a contest every Thanksgiving Day to compete for a cup offered by the company to the camp winning three out of iive years. It was the Greely Pond boys' turn to entertain this year, and from the outset they had looked forward to a more excit- ing match than usual, as each camp had already won two years. In the minor bouts, some good matches had been furnished and Swaseytown had gained the lead with a score of eight to seven. In the final bout The Harp, John Collins, of Greely Pond was to engage The Swede, Gus Anderson, of Swasey- town. It had been decided by the ofiicials that this bout should be lim- ited to ten rounds and that the points should be awarded as follows: five for a knock out, three for a decision, two each for a draw, and one to the winner of each round. In the first round, The Swede, having, to his mind, sized up his op- ponent, immediately assumed the offensive and was awarded the first round. In the second, The Harp came back strong and Won hands down. The third was fought tooth and nail, but Shorty Toson, the referee, gave Collins the decision for clever foot-work and blocking. This evened up the count, making it nine each, causing the Greely Pond backers to break loose. Just as the fourth round was about to begin, the office telephone rang and great excitement prevailed when the foreman shouted that the blow- down on the Oscealo trail was ablaze. Sure enough, as all eyes were turned in that direction, smoke could be seen rising in heavy black clouds. Every one present fully realized the danger of a forest fireg so it was with a snap that the men gathered shovels, grub-hoes, pails and axes and swung down the road. Three miles had never seemed so long be- fore, but, when the brigade arrived, all hands were thankful to find that it was not the blow-down that was in flames, as reported, but a large area of spruce and hemlock. The Hotel Eliot, however, was directly in the path of the raging fire, so they worked with feverish haste. After a hard battle of several hours, with Collins and Anderson working side by side, they gained control of the blaze and the hotel was declared safe. Upon the return to camp, the ofli- cials of the contest postponed the bout until Christmas, allowing the tie to stand. Yet neither side lost a cup, for, as the men sat down to their well-earned supper at the Greely Pond House, the proprietor of the neigh- boring hotel expressed to them his gratitude for their splendid work in saving the Eliot, and stated that he would present to each camp a silver cup engraved with the inscrip- tion The Champions, 1916, adding that they were all to be his guests at a Christmas banquet. So both sides proclaimed themselves champions, and in the eyes of all they were. EDWARD POWERS, '17. DADDY, A HERO, Daddy iiung down in disgust the magazine which he had been reading. Every story now-a-days is about