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

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mba Blue ant white 23 some silly young couple fleeing from angry parents and getting married at the nearest parson's. Glad my daugh- ter's got too much sense to do that. Thus audibly freeing his mind, he turned off the gas and settled back in his chair for a nap. It was not long, however, before Daddy was aroused by a dull thump- ing noise, as it seemed, from beyond the veranda. He tiptoed to the win- dow and looked out into the moon- light by which he could see the dim outline of a ladder against the west wing of the house, and a young man gazing towards an upper window, which overlooked the roof of the veranda. Daddy stepped out upon the porch and stood back in the shade of a pillar, thinking that the intruder was a burglar. While he was map- ping out his course of action, a soft whistle broke tne stillness of the air and from the window came a low All right. The astonished father recog- nized the voice, and presently saw his daughter Evelyne begin slowly to descend the ladder. Well, well,'l thought Daddy, a regular old-fashioned elopement, with the angry parent right on the spot. He was about to step out and tell the elopers they were discovered when he heard the sound of a motor, and looking down the driveway he saw the red tail-light of an auto. Doing it right up in style, chuckled Daddy, but I'm going to be the hero of this little act. He hurriedly procured a long coat from the hall and also a close-fitting cap. Thus dressed, while the lovers were holding a whispered conference, he stole across the lawn, and, ob- scured by a tall hedge row of arbor vitae, he ran along the grassy border of the walk to the car. Then he scrambled in the tonneau, crouched in the bottom, and awaited the com- ing of the runaways, who soon ap- peared and jumped into the car. The young man threw in the clutch and they were off. As the car sped along the country road faster and faster, Daddy fell to thinking. Sud- denly feeling the quick jar of the brake, he looked ahead and saw a man with uplifted hand step out into the light which revealed a gleaming badge on his coat. Halt! Yer exceedin' the speed limit. I arrest ye in the name of the law, he cried, as he stepped on the running board of the car. I'll have to take ye along to the station and report. Drive slow. What a dilemma! Daddy hadn't counted on this. His daughter ar- rested? He grew thoughtful. Mean- while the young man protested and drew out some money. Evelyne joined in, but the constable was firm. Suddenly Daddy put his hand in his coat pocket. It touched something metallic. He leaped to his feet. Hands up! he shouted. The metal in his hand gleamed in the light. The constable yelled, let go his hold, and fell backward into the road. Now, young man, cried Daddy, Drive like the Dickens. With this peremptory order, he crouched low, still grasping the shining object. In obedience to his command the car sped onward, under the guidance of the driver, who bent closely over the wheel not daring take his eyes from the road in front of him. Soon Daddy heard the sound of a horn, short and sharp, behind them. He turned and could see through the dust two tiny lights close together. They were rapidly coming nearer. Faster!

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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

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24 Ghz Blue sub white he shouted, a car is behind. Turn at the next corner. The driver turned his head an instant and Eve- lyne, in her excitement, caught his arm. The wheel twisted and the car lurched. What happened next, Daddy was unable to say. When he regained consciousness, happily he felt no pain and was soon able to rise. Looking about him he saw, lying on one side, the car, a broken heap. One of its lights was still burning, and the bright glare showed the still form of his only child. Daughter, he murmured, bend- ing over her, are you hurt?', At the sound of the familiar voice, Eve- lyne stirred and slowly opened her eyes. Then she sat up with the cry of Daddy! Yes, dear, the fond father said, I know all about it. Beg pardon, sir, came an anxious voice from behind, is she hurt? Oh, Jack, cried Evelyne, it was Daddy all the time. I thought it was-. Are you Fred Emery's son? in- terrupted Daddy, as the light fell upon the pale face of the young lover. Yes, sir, I--. Well, well! Why didn't you say so before? While Daddy seemedlost in thought, his daughter put her arm through his and took the young man's hand. It was so romantic, she began, you know you and mother ran-. There, there, child, that will do, interposed Daddy hastily. As he spoke a car swept around the curve almost upon them. Two men sprangout and ran toward them. One they recognized at once as the con- stable. The identity of the other was soon apparent when he snapped out, Well, young man, you thought you'd put one over on me by running off in the night and getting mar--. Wait, Fred, wait! interceded Daddy. How's that? Are you in it, too? broke in Mr. Emery, the elder. It's my daughter he's going to marry, explained Evelyne's father. Well, I'll be-. Daddy laughed. Say, Fred, doesn't this remind you of old times? 'Member when you and I headed for the par- son's that night? Guess I do! was the prompt re- ply. And if it hadn't been for your dad-. Come, shall we give 'em our bless- ing, Fred? What do you say? Oh, Daddy, exclaimed Evelyne, You're a perfect dear l And we'll give 'em a joy ride, too, promised Mr. Emery. Hereupon the constable confronted Daddy with the charge: Yer the man that pulled a gun on me. Yes, and here's the gun, replied Daddy, holding up to view his silver spectacle case. ALICE PLUMMER, '17 . A REFUGEE. The Germans are coming! The Germans are coming! On every hand rang the cry. Thousands upon thousands of frenzied people rushed through the streets of Paris, uttering their fears in high pitched voices. All was. confusion. Women young and old, men aged and crippled, mo- tor vehicles, horses and wagons,--all were pouring through the streets in a jumbled throng, with faces set to- ward the gates that opeded to the south. From the north, reports had come that the French had been de- feated. The dread hosts of the Ger-