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

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Westbrook High School l'1 S3,fl I5 Be careful and not fall into any Poolefsj of water, she warned, you know it has been rather Reny lately. Lord, don't worry about me, I very seldom Tripp, I said Laflinly as I ran quickly down the path. It was a beautiful Day. The fleecy and Cot- tonfyj clouds floated around in the azure sky, and high in the air some Hawkes were gracefully circling around. It was a Whalen good day for a walk. I am a moderately fast Walker, so by noon I had covered a fair distance and found myself far out in the country. I had taken the state road for a path and you know how the macadam Burns your feet on a hot day. It had been rather ex- hausting climbing over the Hills and out of the Vallees, so I thought it would be restful to lie down on the grass at the side of the road. F ar down the road I saw a truck and some men who were filling holes in the road with a tarred preparation. After a while, when they had worked up towards me, I perceived that they were foreigners of some variety. Suddenly, I saw one of the men gesticulate vio- lently, waving his arms around, and shout: Makowski labreque boissoneau grigwer! I jumped up and ran down to see what was the matter, but one of the other workmen said that he was only singing Yes Sir, She's My Baby in Russian, and that I had no reason to be alarmed. At that, I considered that it was time for me to return home. I took a short cut through some woods and met a Woodman sitting on a stump singing a Ballafrjd. Strange pastime, I thought. On coming out into the state road again I en- tertained hopes of being given a ride home in some automobile. Soon my wish was granted, for Mr. Philbrook drove up in his new Jordan and I was safely taken home. It might add interest to the story to say that he only ran into one load of Hay, a Mason, a little girl's Dollfejy and three Chicks. G. W. F., '26. A CLASSROOM CLASSIC A PLAY IN ONE ACT By GEORGE W. FREIDAY, JR. Scene: A Classroom. Time: Gth period. Curtain rises CA sharp bell is heard and the class assembles. Whisperings and mild disorder are heard. Some laggard rushes violently into the room slamming the door behind him. General discussion among the students. The door is suddenly opened by the teacher, who evidently has been delayed in the corridors. She closes the door gently.J Teacher fsurveying the class angrilyj : Who closed that door with such a bang ? I Profound silencej Teacher fagainl : Who slammed that door? fMore profound silencej Teacher: Now, look here class! Isn't there anyone here who is man enough to admit that he slammed that door. I know it was a boy for girls don't run around slamming doors. I want to know who caused this disturbance. COne student applauds this speech. He im- mediately pays a visit to the principal.D Teacher f laying her books on the desk and seat- ing herself leisurelyj : Have you decided among yourselves who shut that door so vigor- ously? I A girl in the back seat giggles. She also goes callingj Teacher: If there is any more of this fool- ishness we will have a little noon-hour session. I am still waiting to hear from the one who banged that door. C Meaning glances are exchanged among the students. One boy whispers to the person seated across from him, You watch her keep me this noon. j Teacher: Miss VVinslow, are you chewing gum ? , Miss Winslow: Yes'm. Teacher: How many times have I told you people that I do not tolerate gum-chewing in my classes. Now Miss Winslow, you report at once to the office and until you promise me you will chew no more gum I will give you no rank. Syslenz is crystallized common sense.

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I4 The Blue E-r White players who waved at Hal as they passed his house on their way home. All that next week Hal watched the practise anxiously. Two things were against Stanton. First the ice was so soft that the fast team could not use its speed to any advantage and it also raised havoc with their brilliant style of playing. On bad ice the best of teams cannot help making mistakes. Secondly, the loss of their captain had the effect of disorganizing the team. Hal was their best man and they all depended on him for leadership. Thursday afternoon, Hal ventured down to the pond to watch proceedings. He was hailed with shouts of welcome and news of the coming game. After watching them play for a while he turned back to the house already feeling defeat upon him. The puck skidded through water and the sticks were more like oars than what they were originally intended to be. Certainly it was not an encour- aging outlook. Friday, the sun shone down impartially on the blue of Stanton and the crimson of Jarvis. Both schools were loyally represented and the colorful uniforms of the players, the gala attire, the flut- tering banners and pennants of the partisans, made a never-to-be-forgotten picture. The referee dropped the puck between the sticks of the two players facing off. As it struck, the whistle blew and the cheering was deafening. Once more the old rivals were engaged in an historic encounter. Hal, standing on the sidelines beside Coach Frazier, anxiously watched the game. It seemed unthinkable that he should stand passively by and watch his team go down to defeat without mak- ing an effort to save it. The championship game, too. The end of the first fifteen-minute period came with the score a blank. The Stanton boys seemed to have lost their punch. Their reputation here- tofore had rested on their lightning-like speed. But today the ice was against themg it played queer tricks with the puck, taking it away from their sticks. And always on them, wherever they went, was a Jarvis man. But if they could not score for themselves, they at least kept Jarvis from doing so till the middle of the second period. Then they caged a goal. The period ended with Jarvis one point in the lead and fifteen minutes to go. Hal could stand it no longer. Pull that man out and give me a chance, he said to Coach Fraz- ier while strapping on his skates. I'l1 be all right 3 that ankle is as good as new. Go ahead, call him out. Frazier was only too glad to do so. At the beginning of the last period a deafening roar rose from the Stanton lines as they saw Hal race down the court carrying the puck before him, darting swiftly with it to the right or left, evading all opposing players, now halting for an instant, to finally send it flying over the ice and cage two goals in quick succession. That was enough to win but just before the pistol sounded ahthird was driven in. It was some time before one could make anything recognizable out of the din that followed. Hats, pennants, everything movable was in the air and the sounds were nothing that belonged to civilization. That night the old banquet hall echoed to the Stanton call of victory. It was taken up and hurled in acclaim upon the air. But most thrilling of all was: Evans, fellows! The long school yell for Hal! Make it big! And big it came with all the enthusiasm of four hundred loyal students paying homage to Hal. Ala-Rah! Ala-Rah! Ala-Rah! Rah! Rah! S-T-A-N-T-O-N! Evans! Evans! Evans! TIIELBIA WHALEN, '26. AS YOU TAKE IT It was a very hot Freiday morning in Septem- ber. The realization that school would begin the next week dawned upon me in the awful gloom of an impending tragedy. I grew uneasy and to relieve my mind I thought a walk out into the country would be beneficial. Howe long will you be gone? my mother asked, as I went out the door. Oh, I will be back before Knight, I answered, reassuringly. Vision sees through thingsj grit sees them through.

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16- The Blue f-r VVhite Teacher fto Leighton, who is busily engaged in sneezingj : Leighton, you look suspicious. Did you slam that door? Leighton fgulpsj: No, sir! fsneezesl. Teacher frising angrilyj : Don't you address me as 'sir'! Go to the office ! fLeighton leaves class, making a face at every- body through the door.J Teacher fnoticing Freiday in conversation with Heck Millerj : Freiday, this is the last time I am going to speak to you about whispering. Re- port to Mr. Lewis at once! CExit Freidayj Teacher fseating herself in one of the back seats, scrutinizes the room for more office re- cruitsj : Miss Welch, are you powdering your nose P CMiss Welch nods assentj Well, I want you to understand that this is not a beauty parlor. Mr. Lewis will consider it a pleasure to interview you immediately. f Exit Miss Welch.l Townsend Cvery boredl : Err- -humm ! Teacher: Now if it is necessary, I will ques- tion the class individually. Who-slammed- that-door ? fConsiderable agitation in one corner of the room. The teacher, thinking the culprit is in that section, goes there, but to her dismay, finds that it is only a few people amusing themselves by kicking an overshoe down the aisle. She selects two victims and sends them to the officej Teacher Cgoing to the front of the room and beginning to deliver an orationl: Now, since this class has behaved so badly and has refused to admit who slammed the door, I will have you all report to this room at dismissal f general groanj- Let us begin the lesson-What was Abraham Lin- coln doing at 10.15.57 A.M., June 12, 1863, Miss McFarland P Miss McFarland: I-er-Well, that is-he was -I mean- C Knock on door. Miss McFar- land sinks back in her seat greatly relieved.j Teacher Cgoing to the doorj. She opens it and finds Leighton standing there. She falls back in surprise.j Well, what do you want P Leighton floud enough to be heard by the rest of the classj: Mr. Lewis says that you would have to stand the rest of your 'cut-ups' in the corner-the office is full. Curtain THE SACRIFICE Every heart was gay and free on board the ship. The water seemed to be a glassy sea. Not a rest- less wave moved. The passengers were enjoying themselves on deck-some reading, others talk- ing and still others were sleeping. The vessel had left England for America and this was the second day out. Most of the pas- sengers were voyaging for pleasure and a few were sailing on business. The steamer was effi- ciently constructed, thus making the traveling comparatively safe. For two days joy and mirth reigned supreme on the vessel. The sun sank into the west in an ominous dark cloud. The sea was becoming turbulent as the early twilight came on. The captain and the offi- cers appeared anxious as though something evil were brooding in the air. Dinner was served aboard the vessel and the large saloon was cleared for dancing. The pas- sengers gathered in groups and the music began. The laughter and amusement increased as the people joined heartily in dancing the evening away. Outside, on deck, things looked different. The sea of glass was gone! In its place giant waves tossing their heads with foam drove swiftly by the vessel. The sky became dark and frightening. One heart on board the ship was heavy. As he sat at his post the wireless operator received many warnings of the storm. Nearly every mes- sage told of the fierceness of the gale. Every soul on board that ship depended upon him. It was he who held the key to their communication with the world. Meanwhile the dancing and the music ceased. The party retired for the night. The storm rap- idly increased until a terrific northeast gale swept upon the ship. The helmsman could scarcely see ahead. The ship groaned in the heavy sea. As the operator sat at his post his thoughts drifted back to former things. just one year ago tonight he lost his only brother in a wreck at sea. What was that? The ship had struck! The alarm sounded. Hurried orders were issued. Men, women and children swarmed upon the deck in their scanty night-clothing. Make two grins grow where there was only a grouch before.-HUBBARD.