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

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Westbrookp High School The next morning Henry went to see the land- lord, Peter. Peter needs some more hay from Papenburg and I can hide the three men in hay, thought Henry, and carry them over the frontier. When Henry found the landlord he asked, Have you got your hay yet, Peter ?', No, hay is pretty scarce here. Well, I've got to go to Papenburg for father and I'll get you some hay, said Henry. I know how to drive horses and it would help you. You're a smart boy, Henry. I guess you can do it. The preparations were completed and Henry set out for Papenburg. Arriving about noon, he went immediately and procured the hay. Then he drove out of town a little way and stopped. Taking out a wrench he took the nut off the axle of one of the rear wheels. Driving a little further the wheel came off and a part of the hay toppled off. There, I guess that will hold me, said Henry. He unhitched the horses and took them to a stable, and went in search of help. He must find this Rogers, the man alluded to in the letter. Coming up the street Henry saw the name hung out over a jeweler's shop. He entered the shop and there sat the man be- hind the counter. Reaching into his pocket, Henry took out the cube which the Workman had given him and, tapping on the case, asked the price of a watch. The jeweler eyed him and said, Are you alone P Yes. I have a load of hay out in the suburbs broken down. You should have gone to a blacksmith shop, said the jeweler. Oh! I thought you and your three men could help me. The man drew a quick breath. You,re a brick, he breathed. It will soon be dark and you will have help. Henry left the shop-successful. After dark four men dressed like Germans came up the street and Henry knew they were the prisoners. When they arrived the jeweler said, We must work quickly, before suspicion is laid on us. The men lifted the wagon and Henry slipped on 2l the wheel. Then Mr. Rogers told two men to get up on the hay and help store up the hay which had come off. At a word of command they buried out of sight and they were soon followed by their comrades, leaving Mr. Rogers and Henry alone on the road. Get your horses now, lad, said Mr. Rogers, and he walked off down the road. In about an hour Henry was ready to start. He drove directly toward the Dutch border. He was halted several times by soldiers, but his reasons were always taken and he was permitted to pass. Nearer and nearer he advanced to the border until only two miles lay between him and safety -only one more village to pass through. As he drove past the inn of the village a voice said, Halt. The Sentry advanced. Who is this, shouted an officer. 'fIt's a boy with a load of hay, said the sentry. What's he doing here this time of night P Henry endeavored to explain. Well, mused the officer. Then loudly- Unhitch those horses and I'll take them in the name of the government. Henry sat immovable-a blow to his hopes. Get down, roared the officer. Can't I take this hay home ? pleaded Henry. We need the hay. Get down. Henry descended heavy-hearted. He felt that discovery would surely come now to the prisoners buried in the hay. Two of you take the hay to camp, ordered the officer. Can't I ride with them ? asked Henry. The officer mumbled his consent and Henry climbed up in back of the two. They started. Henry watched every movement and then leaning over to the place where the men were hidden whispered his plan. The driver was shouting to the horses and his companion was singing. Neither paid any atten- tion to Henry. I'll cough as a signal, whispered Henry. As they were passing a lonely stretch of road Henry coughed. The hay lifted and three figures fastened onto the soldiers. In a short time all were bound and gagged and hid in the hay with the prisoners.

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20 Instantly Henry was on his guard. I think so,', he said. It must be important, she hinted, as she left the room. Henry left the kitchen and sallied out into the back yard where two men were at work. I'l1 soon have this done,', he heard one of them say. Henry started. The words had been said in English. 'KHowdy, greeted the man to Henry. We are going to work for Mr. Gratten. He's my father, said Henry, but he's gone away for a while. b The man looked at Henry and then went on working. Then Henry heard him remark, It's a tiresome conflict. Henry started-it was the very words his father often quoted, and following his father's example Henry said, But right will triumph. The man turned quickly and gave Henry a sharp glance, then went on working. Henry waited and soon the man crossed the yard and passed Henry, pressing something into his hand and whispering, Tomorrow at ten. Then the man continued his work as though nothing had happened. Henry went to his room and examined the any cubes. Only on one side of it was there writing and this bore a figure G, Henry was 4465! puzzled. VVhat connection did this figure have with his father? He examined the cube more closely and-what was that? A tiny key- hole in one corner. But where was the key? Suddenly it dawned upon him. His father left a bunch of keys for Henry to keep and Henry had secreted these in his bureau drawer. Quickly opening the drawer he drew out a bunch of keys. One of these keys bore the small figure UG. Inserting this key into the small hole Henry opened the cube and there neatly folded up lay a piece of paper. On this paper the words were written, Come to Papenburg tomorrow, 21 Branden Street. Report as a Workman. Oh! this was ua message for his father but Henry must carry it out. I've got to do it, thought Henry, but how? How can I leave this place without arousing suspicion P He slipped the cube and paper into his pocket and finally decided to try his level best. Next morning Henry made a slight pretext of The Blue fr VVhite going to see a friend at Papenburg, which was about three miles away. Starting about eight Henry arrived in Papenburg at twenty minutes of ten. He had been here a few times before so he had no trouble in finding 21 Branden Street. There was a building here under construction. Henry stood on the sidewalk contemplating what he should do next when, It's a tiresome confiict rang in his ears. Turning quickly he saw a boy about his own age standing close to his elbow. Again this was repeated, It's a tiresome conflict, and Henry answered mechanically, But right will triumph. There is danger ahead, whispered the boy, they are watching the place. Don't go near. Buy your bread across the street and eat it alone. With these words the boy was gone. Henry crossed the street and went into the baker's shop. It was a small store which had few provisions. Henry asked the baker for a loaf of bread. Have you a ticket F the baker asked. UNO-79 Well, then, I can not sell you the bread. Donft you know- He stopped short and glanced up to the store window and Henry turned just in time to see the boy who had warned him disap- pear. VVell, I guess you can have a loaf, but you had better eat it alone, said the baker. Henry took the bread, placed it in his knapsack, and left the store. Then he left the city and went to a secluded spot in the country to eat his lunch. He broke the loaf of bread apart to eat it, but it remained attached by a piece of paper which had been baked in the bread. Henry dug the paper out and read it. Three American prisoners have escaped from a prison camp and will be at Rogers' in Papenburg to- morrow night. Convey them to the border. They are needed by the American government. Henry burned the paper and started homeward. How could he, a boy of sixteen, do this perilous task set before him? But even now the words of his father came back to him, Do your duty. I'll do it, he muttered, even if Ilm caught. When he reached home he conceived a plan which he thought would work and went to bed pleased with the day's work.

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22 Henry drove on as before when he heard sev- eral automobiles approaching. The rack was driven into the field and the men and Henry hid while the automobiles passed. Then, with only a mile more, they set out again to safety and as the first streaks of dawn appeared all were safe in Holland and Henry knew he had not failed to do his duty. HOWARD COTTON, ,26. OUR PUZZLE VVith Cross Word Puzzles all the rage We thought we'd like to see, If we correctly constructed one VVhat the result might be. So our principal, Mr. Lewis, VVho guides us as we need, Contributes Warning to help us, For which we're grateful, indeed. Miss Lord then firmly believes That Elocution comes next, And Mr. Flinn kindly agrees, If Stars are used for the text. You should always do your part, So Miss Whittier gives us Tu, Mr. Philbrook writes down a HB To solve the problem true. Miss Wasson offers the Re V From her own musical scaleg And, if we practice Orally Miss Harvey says, we'll never fail. Miss Small, who helps us so much, Says Order we'll always desire, And terms of Kings Miss Johnson puts, We should know when they begin and expire. In shorthand study Mrs. Greenlief states, If Hasty, we'll never be losing. The pronoun It Miss Cram writes, For it's always so very confusing. Our Latin teacher, who is Miss King Wishes Gloria for us all, Mr. Sterling says with Honor too, Our school should never fall. Now with all this co-operation, Upon which we all must rely, We take the lirst letter of each word And solve it, HWESTBROOK HIGH . ELSIE GOODWIN, '28. The Blue f-r White CHEER UP Always onward and upward Through paths that are narrow and long, Never give way to a grumble, But sing a cheerful song. A rose will bloom in the pathway, That once held a cheerless thorn, If only you'll sing and be happy, As upward you climb and on. ELIZABETH SHAW, '27, THE TRUTH I pleaded with the blue sky, I whispered to the sea, I demanded from the angels high, That I might know the truth and see. The sky sent a promise soft and white The sea cast up treasures of beauty, The angels hung up lamps at night, But all answered: Tis not our duty. I raged and stormed at fate, I worried all night till morn, But the package plainly bore the date, And the warning- Do not open till Christmas Morn l ERNES1-INE HANNA, '25. HER ANSWER They sat quietly in the parlor, Looking lovingly at each other, While from behind the curtain Peeped her little brother. He popped the question ardently- UOI1, wilt thou be mine ? cried he. Her answer was an agonized look, So he waited anxiously. She put her handkerchief to her face, Her eyes Filled, her cheeks became red- Ah- , she cried. Oh, speak ! implored he. Then suddenly ........ A-chool ! she said. MARGARET SUTERME1sTER, '25, THE WAIL OF THE UNPREPARED At the first of every month I think, It's time for me to work, I'll do my lessons right on time, It doesn't pay to shirk. And for a week perhaps I may Seem picking up at last, But at the end of two, Oh well, Such thoughts are gone-long past.