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

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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.

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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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18 The Blue fr VVhite That troubled you, and make him lose his frown, If, when the pitcher's plate has been denied you, You can play fielder and let others shine, If, when that too is given to one beside you, You smilingly can join the rooter's lineg If you consider welfare for your high school Superior to your own ambitious goal, Can take deep pride in saying, That is my school, And in it put your mind and heart and soulg If you can hold no grudges, no hard feelings, And rise above all those that come your way, Be honest, fair and square in all your dealings And help your fellow students when you may, If you can study hard-be liked by teachers And still not be a wallflower at a ball, Can dance and play-enjov life in all features Yet strike a happy medium in ally If you can be athletic, strong and active, But not believe that brawn can outclass brain, Can make your personality attractive, Be witty-but not let your wit cause pain, If you're a student in our dear old high school And try improvements daily more and more, You'll find in this as in the rest of Life's schools, You'll win the best that it can hold in store. In future years all will respect who knew you, You'll win your classmate's confidence and trust And what is best, my friend, most precious to you Everyone will like you-for they must. THELMA WHALEN, '26. WHEN KREISLER PLAYED The music fioated from the vibrant strings As he lifted his bow and played. I listened with joy to the lovely tones That the fingers of Kreisler made. The sweet notes fiew fast from his flying bowg The Caprice Viennois charmed all. The violin nodded with rhythmic motion, A hushed silence filled the hall. A vision rose to my enchanted mind, The vision of a glorious dream, But it soon grew dim and faded away. He had finished the sparkling theme. GEORGE FREIDAY, JR., '26. A VIOLET A dainty little violet Grew beside a mossy stone, Near to a shady woodland path, In a kingdom all its own. The bright sun gave its warmth to it, The old oak gave its shade, And in the branches overhead The birds sweet music made. The west wind cooled the heated air, And at evening came the dew, And refreshed the little violet To begin each day anew. Not far away was the city With its bustle and unrest. But the little violet lived its life Close to Nature's breast. MARGARET L. Tncomz, A SUMMER DAY Only a point of weathered rock, A sandy beach below, With rows of white crowned breakers That swiftly come and go. A flock of sea gulls overhead, White clouds that lightly float, Against the blue of a summer sky, Is the sail of a passing boat. Little sandpeeps on the beach Dart quickly to and fro, Gathering food at the water's edge Where the lines of white foam show. Waving pine boughs overhead, A hammock beneath the trees, A wonderful place for day dreams, On summer days like these. What care we for the busy world With its hurrying to and fro- As we build anew our castles That we planned so long ago. '2 MARGARET L. Trrcomn, '26 THE SEA GULLS Oh gulls with the strong swift pinions That over the ocean glide, Watching for little fishes, That follow the coming tide, Do you never weary Of your life o'er, the rolling deep? Do you never wish for inland nooks As the watch o'er your nest you keep? When fierce storms rage And strong winds blow Do you long for some sheltered shore Where wild winds cannot reach you No matter how they roar? As he thinketh in his heart, so is he.-NEW TESTAMENT.