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

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18 The Blue fr VVhite AN IDEAL SENIOR One who is so helpful, Pleasant as can be, Is just my idea of what An Ideal Senior should be. Never calls us freshies, Never makes us mad, But still, that's something Westbrook High Has never, never had. But wait until the class of '32 Arises to its height, We'll keep the would-be seniors Lying awake at night. And, of course, when we are seniors, Ideal we shall be, We'll treat the freshies wonderful just like they treated me. I. F. L., '32. A SIMPLE SIGN It was in a grocer's window That she saw a simple sign. And as she stopped and slowly read it, Her blue eyes seemed to shine. Then with scornful lips she murmured, As she tossed her pretty hat, How I wish that men were labeled With a good plain sign like that. So when she had passed, I ventured Near that favored grocer's shop, And espicd this simple legend: This Corn Warranted To Pop. R. B., '29. THE HAUNTED POINT One summer night in 1927 when I was camping at North Star Camp, East Waterlmoro, Maine, the Camp Supervisor was telling ghost stories. He described a point of land about half a mile away where a man had been murdered and thrown into the water. The old settlers for miles around were afraid to go near this point ever after be- cause it was considered haunted. One settler to'd that on an April morning as he stopped on the point about five o'clock, he had 'seen two objects in the water which looked like the arms and hands of a mang others also had reported the same story and said that they were the arms and hands of the murdered man which appeared there every morning. After the Supervisor finished the story. he asked if anyone wished to sleep out on the point. Three other boys besides myself volunteered. im- mediately got our blanket-roll, and started out. As soon as we arrived on the point, we made our beds and lay down: we lay awake for a long time listening to the whippoorwills when all at once we heard a hideous scream: then all was quiet. and finally we went to sleep. The next morning as we woke, we looked out on the lake and saw two arms and hands project- ing from the water. VV e arose and hiked back to camp. After breakfast we got a boat and went to investigate. What do you suppose we found? The hands were gone. PHILIP HANsoN, '32, RECIPE FOR A MODERN NOVEL Stir in a fool to make us laugh: Two heavy villians and a half: A heroine with sheeny hairg And half a dozen beaux to spareg A mystery upon the shoreg Some bloody footprints upon the fioorg A shrewd detective chap, who mates Those footprints with the hero's eights, And make it squally for that gent, Till he is proven innocent: A brown stone frontg a dingle dell gl Spice it with scandalg stir it up well: Serve it hot :-and the book will sell. I. P., '30. EZRA ELI u 'Ezra Eli' was my ol' hoss, An' lemme whisper sumpin: he was boss. I-Ie wouldn't let wimmin drive 'im CAsk m' wife, she triedj, Nor he wasn't no saddle back Wot thim city fellers ride. Old 'Ez' was a one man hoss, An' thet one man was me, An' I'd be drivin' the ol' boy now If he hadp't got spavins on 'is knee l D. H., '30.

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Westbrook High School I 'A Y fs '7 One night, several 1nen crept up on one of these councils, and overheard the plans of the wily 'Injunsf They were planning to attack our homes in broad daylight when we would be least expecting them. The white men came back to the settlement and called a meeting of all the men. These men decided to take their possessions and families and go to Fort Loyal, which was situated near the coast on what is now the Western Promenade. The next day there were queer sights in Sacca- rappa. Little groups, here and there, hurried along the rough road to Fort Loyal. These little family groups had with them their dearest posses- sions. In one case it might be a cow, in another case a horse, even pigs and other animals. Ur a woman may have been carrying the picture of her dead husband, praying that although he had been taken by the 'red devils,' that she might save the picture. They traveled to Fort Loyal over the road which is now Stroudwater Street. The road was muddy, and almost three days before everyone had left Saccarappa and reached the Fort. At the Fort they found provisions, ammunition, and guns. The older men knew, however, that if the 'Injuns' intended to massacre them that there would not be enough ammunition. Hoping that the Indians wouldn't keep up a long siege, the people of Saccarappa, our ancestors, shut them- selves in the old block-house, and awaited the dreaded attack of the red men. At last they came. Shouting, shrieking, and raging over their disappointment at the settlement, the Indians approached to the trees that surround the Fort, about a hundred feet from it. The cunning, treacherous red men fought from behind trees, shooting arrows into the sides of the block-house. The men inside the Fort had decided to save their annnunition until they had to use it. The Indians, meeting no response to their continuous Fighting, crept nearer. When they were within fifty feet of the house our men opened fire. This volley of shots drove them back a short distance, but they soon advanced again. The older settlers began to fear treachery, be- cause all the Indians were attacking only the front of the Fort, and the red man always surrounds his victim. They watched closely on all sides, and at last saw the reason for the queer attack. The treach- erous Indians had filled an old wagon with brush and had set fire to it. Twenty or more men were wheeling it towards the Fort, hiding behind it as they approached. There was nothing to be done. The wagon of death was slowly approaching the white people. They stood, grouped together, awe-stricken at the sight, when suddenly, they saw the figure of a man emerge from the block-house, and stand directly in the path of the oncoming wagon. The horror- stricken people saw him raise his arms, heard him utter strange words in the gutteral language of the Indians. and saw the savages stop, listening to him. The man was old Thomas Johnson, whose de- scendants lived on Saco Street up to a short time ago. He was one of the few early settlers who knew the Indian language, and he used his knowl- edge to save our ancestors, the first settlers of Saccarappa. T he Indians, influenced by Thomas Johnson's speech about a Divine Power, crept swiftly away. The red race was very superstitious, and the bravery and courage of this white man frightened them into believing that he was possessed by a Divine Power. So, Saccarappa was saved: and. under the name of Westlnrook, is now successful and pros- perous. Although the land on which our city is built cost only a few beads, a coat, and two mirrors, by the audacity, perseverance, courage, and hardiness of our early ancestors, Westlmrook has grown to be one of the largest paper-manufac- turing cities of the world. Thus ended Ioe's story, and thus ends mine. I doubt if joe's story is absolutely true, but we do know that Indians once lived and trod on the ground and lands which we call home. ARLENE SKILLINS, '30.

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