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

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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.

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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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Westbrook High School I lunnn I The ship has struck a derelict and in thirty minutes will go down, the captain shouted. The life boats were manned and the women and children were placed in them. Everywhere excitement reigned--only one kept steady-the operator. The SOS calls were rapidly sent Out. On deck, the passengers and crew had manned the lifeboats but what chance would they stand in such a sea unless another vessel came to their aid? The ship was fast settling into the waves when a distant whistle was faintly heard. At last a ship was nearing them. Meanwhile the operator continued to send out calls until the floor of the room was covered with water. Up the steps he staggered and then those in the lifeboats heard a terrible explosion and saw a black bulk sink into the sea. That was all. Two weeks later, the passengers who had been rescued by another vessel landed safely in Amer- ica and on the same day the lifeless body of a man with the ear attachments of a wireless set was found on the shore of Ireland. He died, a martyr, that other souls might live. HOWARD COTTON, '26, TO OUR TEACHERS Dear teachers here at Westbrook High We love you one and all, And we hope that nothing but good luck Will ever on you call. You've guided us through our school years, You've helped us every day, You've taught us of the ways of life, How could we go astray? In after years though far away Our thoughts will often yearn For our school days here at Westbrook High, Which will ne'er to us return. Mnkcanm' L. Tr-rconn, 19:26. THE TRIALS OF A STUDENT When I was but a Freshman The only thing in store Was to study just my darndest And be a Sophomore. When I in glory had attained The honor of that name Soft jobs usually end i I7 I had no rest at all until A junior I became. But now that I'm a junior I'm most sad enough to die, Because I've only one more year At dear old Westbrook High. ELIZABETH SHAW, '27. CRAMMING Cramming, cramming hopelessly, Yet I know no more. Guess I'll let the darn things go And be as dumb as e'er before. I say, not long ago in class I knew my lesson well, But someone else got all the praise, And I can never tell , How hopelessly at wrath was I And the time I had indeed, , Was enough to make a preacher mad And till his soul with greed. Now say, if cramming does not help And cheating does not harm, I'm going to be a mid-way champ just filled with magic charm. E. C. Shaw, '27, LIFE AT WESTBROOK HIGH Oh joyous days of sunshine, How swiftly they pass by, The happiest days of all my life Are here at Westbrook High. In classroom or in study hall, The excitement of a game, A victor or a loser, My spirit is the same. I wonder if in years to come, When I am old and grey, I'll look back on my school days With the joy I feel today. Through working days, Through troubles grave, When sorrow dlms the eye, I'1l open up in memory's page A dream of Westbrook High. EL1zAn1-:rn C. S1-nw, '27. AN IF FOR HIGH SCHOOL STUDENTS With apologies to Kipling If you can see your pals take all the honors And leave you in the lurch without renown, If you can help a fellow round the corners n hard luck.-Fonmzs.