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

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Westbrook High School I5 4 TIMIHZRLAKE, SYRIL E. Syb We haven't permission to use all this stuff but Silence gives consent and Syb certainly is silent. Favoriteiexpression-? ??? Pastime-VVaiting for graduation. General appearance-Studious. One of the sedate members of our class. Favorite expression- Got the tickets. Pastime-Grinning. General appearance--At all the games RICHARD S. BROOKS, '24, ' josmu R. PUGII, '24. TI-IE SPORTING GOODS STORE O Base Ball Goods, Sweaters ,3 . Kniclcers, Tennis Supplies is Sweat Shirts, Sport Hose few Golf Equipment, Jerseys I, A Sport Blouse THE JAMES BAILEY COMPANY 264 MIDDLE STREET PORTLAND, MAINE VANNIZR, IRMA TX. P?

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The Blue and White SMITH, M.xR1oN A. Smithy Basketball Cl, 2, SJ, Manager of the Basketball QU, Assistant Athletic Editor QD. Favorite expression- Have you given it to him P Pastime-Taking basketball lessons. General appearance-Lounge lizard. ST.xNFoRn, lllixncrxnlir E. Midgvt Margaret's alias is Somebody's Stenog and sl1e's some stenog, too. Favorite expression- Don't you dare to say anything about my hair. Pastime-Admiring Olive's coiffure. General appearance--Small. ST.xPLEs, XYAUGHN ll. Stripe If silence is golden, Staples would make Ford look like a pauper. Favorite expression-t'Giddap. Pastimeakffleaning his glasses. General appearairce-Wild and Woolly. SvvEr2'rsER, OliI..XND M. ' OIIic, Sweet Anyone tuning in now will tell you that there is a great deal of noise coming from 1 but we of course donlt know who that is. Favorite expression- Anything going last night P Fastime-Tuning in or tuning others out. General appearance-Abbreviated. TAYLOR, VVINONA E. N0ny If you hear some girl suddenly break out talking in Spanish don't get excited. lt's only Nony. Favorite expression-'KVVell, I shan't. Pastinie-f-VVondering if she looks better with bobbed hair. General appearance-All right.

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7.6 The Blue and VVhite f LITERARY 'EWR' up-g . i 12952 ' -ai L. ia -ig - e ' gii v f ' THE MISSING LINK It was noon in the small town of Aftermath, California, but its arrival was unheralded ex- cept by a loud yawn emitted from somewhere under a heavy and tangled crop of whiskers which. completely camouflaged the face of the oldest inhabitant of the town. The yawn was followed by a thump, as the front legs of the chair in which he was rather precariously sitting, came to the floor. Well, boys, them days won't never come no more, no use talkin'. His audience real- ized this was but the introduction to another long spiel on the merits of the soldier of '63, compared with those of '18. They settled themselves back in their chairs or on boxes which were allotted to them daily by the pro- prietor of the only store in town. With one exception there was .not a man under sixty, and each day for two years now this subject had never been passed up when there was a chance for the older man to get a word in edgewise. But he was destined to go no farther today, for as he lit his pipe to get the effect of stirring up the interest he desired, the doorway admit- ted a slim girl of about fifteen who proclaimed to the world in general: Ma wants you to come right straight home, and don't you dare to forget them beans-and come right off, too, or - The sentence was unfinished, but the possibilities were potent. Aw, I'm comin', said one of the younger, to whom the manner of address was all too familiar. She kin wait a few minnitsf' But the minnits were shortened to a few seconds, as he immediately got up, made the purchase suggested, and left the store. The move was a signal for all to disperse, evidently they, too, had Ma's. In a few moments the store would have been deserted but for the' intervention of the one exception, a young man of about twenty-five years of age. 'fjust a minute, here, he said, does any of you gentlemen know a 'George Anson' who used to live hereabouts ? The migration stopped. Wal, I reckon, asserted the eldest, 't least I hearn tell of him. Be you wantin' him ? Yes, if you would be so kind as to- just a minute, young feller, them words won't get you nowhar, ef you wants to speak ter me, spiel on. VVhy,-you-l Yep,-used ter be called that, just 'Pop' now. But c'mon inside hyar whar we kin talk.', The young man followed him in, to sit in a dilapidated chair by the stove-while the pro- prietor hovered conveniently near. Now, young feller, what's your name? he asked bluntly. The young man smiled. Well, he said slowly, I'm called Robert, back East, Robert Lawson. He looked up at the man as he said it. If he expected any dramatic emotion at this announcement, he was dis- appointed. Beyond a swift appraising glance and a loud Humph, the old man's face was expressionless. ' Son of Gilbert Lawson, back in Maine, I s'pose? Grandson, corrected young Lawson, so- berly, my father was Robert M., he passed out only a month ago. USO? Too bad. I He left this,- he passed out an unsealed envelope bearing the name George Anson. It read: