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

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The Blue fr VVhite JosEPH R. VVAITE College Course Joe Operetta C2j. Joe left us for a while, but like the bad penny he turned up again, and we sure do welcome him back to the fold. VVhat would the girls do without Joe to tease them? Favorite expression- Despondent. Pastime--Kidding the teachers. Ambition-To go to college. PIARRY S. VVALKER College Course Walk Harry belongs to the ranks of dashing blondes, and charms the ladies with his fair hair. We know he makes some brilliant recitations, only no one can hear him. Get a megaphone, Harry. Favorite expression- Hee, heef' Pastime-Chewing g111'l1. Ambition-To make himself heard. AI,RER'F W1NsLow Industrial Course Albert looks awful wise, but you never can tell! He knows a lot about track, anyway, and has worked hard on the team. Good luck. Favorite expression-? Pastime-Talking to Charlie in English. Ambition-To be a chemistry professor. LYMAN K. NVOODHURY Industrial Course VVe don't believe Lyman ever talks unless it's in his sleep. He pilots the green taxi regularly and is a safe and sane driver-so they tell us. Favorite expression-?' Pastime-Driving the taxi from Pride's Corner. Ambition-To make a perfect recitation. S E R V I C E UNEXCELLED Q UALITY THE BEST HASKELL dk ANDERSON roceries and eibffeats 573 Main Street Westbrook, Maine

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VVeslbrook High School I5 li ri IWETHA SWEET General Course Mate or Sweet i Here's our class tomboy. Metha is lively enough to arouse an Egyptian i mummy, Rules and regulations mean nothing to her. Bells neither. How , many times does Miss Cram tell you to take your seat, Mate? Favorite expression- Oh, gee whiz ! ' Pastime-Ten cent store. Ambition-To live in Boston. FRANCES M. TAYLOR General Course Zack Assistant Commercial Editor CZJ, Senior Reception Committee f2j, Freshman Reception Committee CU. Frances may be tiny but, like Napoleon, she's some Little Giant. We don't blame you, Zack, for giving up those Sunday Nights. What's the big attraction in Rochester? Favorite expression- For crochet ! Pastime-Talking to Bill. Ambition-To go to Gorham Normal. GLADYS TEAGUE General Course Glad Class Editor flj. 1 Q Gladys is tres petite, but don't judge by appearances, just read some ' of her English papers. She's getting experience in teaching right in our own W. H. S. Have you been in any of her classes? Favorite expression- My heavens l Pastime-Sputtering. Ambition-To teach Latin. 5 BEATRICE VANNER General Course Berlin or Bcadie Beatrice is a strong advocate of tobogganning and mours because the snow has disappeared. Let him take you walking now, Beat Favorite expression- I should worry! Pastime-Wearing red dresses. Ambition-To get out of Westbrook. HENRY VAUGHN Industrial Course Henry is the little boy of the senior class. We always hide him when visitors come, so they won't think we kidnapped him from the grammar school. But never mind, Henry, big things come in small packages. Favorite expression-P Pastime-Grinning. Ambition-To grow tall. .-1.-.......i..l..

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Westbrook High School I7 CW -A - 'rfb -s H 1 L I T E R A R Y Q 31 ' 7 5 THE STORY BEAUTIFUL High up on a sunny slope of the Alps stood a small log cabin. It was here that john Cummings lived. A shorttime before he had been one of the most promising authors of the day, whose books were widely read and admired. But rather would lx have had the criticisms than praises of the people, for he felt great dissatisfaction with the quality of his worky For years he had been seeking material to write his greatest work, his masterpiece. He was an idealist, and a firm believer in the beauty and pureness of the soul of man. But altho he made many attempts, the 'lStory Beautiful, as he had planned to name it, was still locked in his brain and would not unfold. At last his unrest and dissatisfaction turned to bitterness at his own helplessness, so he left the city and buried himself in the Swiss Mountains, still seeking that elusive quality, inspiration. Here far from the noise and clamour he spent long hours in thought and finally came to the con- clusion that he was at fault, that his own soul was too narrow and unenlightened to write such a story. Relieved at having found the trouble he procured ponderous volumes on the human soul and long essays on religion and the ideal life, seeking to enrich his mind with deeper knowledge. So engrossed did he become in his task that he rarely left the cabin, save when necessity de- manded. 'He forgot the glories of the sunrise and the beauty of the nature world around him, that he had so loved. Even the bright sunlight stream- ing thru the window interrupted his train of thought and so annoyed him that he turned his chair away. At last feeling sure that the story in his brain was ready to form itself into words, he seized pen and paper, preparing to write. Feverishly his pen traveled across the white sheet several times,- then stopped. With a jerk he recalled his mind which had strayed far from the thoughts on which he wanted to concentrate. In despair he threw down his pen. He was a failure! It was plain to him now that the literature-loving world would never read the Story Beautiful, for he could not reach the standard he had set for himself and combine the right thoughts to make it. Angrily he strode to the door and flinging it open, went into the forest. After walking along the shady path for some distance he seated himself discon- solately beside a joyous, splashing waterfall. But he only scowled at the noisy water for breaking the silence and impatiently uprooted a delicate blue wood-anemone, which seemed to smile gayly at him. Thru his brooding he suddenly became con- scious that the forest had grown curiously still. All things seemed hushed. As this thought came to him he heard a strain of sweet rnusic, consisting of a mixture of liquid bird notes and the laughter of brooks. Idly he wondered if some great violin- ist had wandered into the forest. But before he could hardly comment upon this amazing music it stopped as quickly as it had begun, and a clear rebuking voice nearby made him jump nervously. Turning he saw nothing until his gaze rested on the brook, which flowed from the waterfall. There reflected in the clear water was a blue anemone. Strangely, the center resembled the features of a fair maiden. As he gazed wonder- ingly, the voice again spoke. I am the Story Beautiful, it said, I and all the rest of this great forest. You sought for facts in your books that would give you inspiration to show to others the depth and beauty of a soul.