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

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Westbrook High School I7 right to trick a fellow as brave and plucky as Farrell. Why couldn't her victim be one of the fellows who didn't play football, one who was equally as physically lit and had twice as much time and money as Bill but who had a streak of yellow down his back. Peg didn't remember the bus drive home. She knew only that she had disputed in her mind and finally come to the conclusion that she would not trick a fellow of such high char- acter into a date, regardless of the penalty. That night as Peg dressed for the dance, she could hear the soft strains of the orchestra. VVhen crossing the campus she heard her name called. A look of surprise covered her face as she turned and recognized the fellow. Oh, Miss Somers, I didn't mean to be rude xy hen I left you so suddenly this afternoon. but I thought you wouldn't care to be seen talking to me until I was cleaned up, spoke Farrell, in a polite manner. Oh, that was all right, said Peg, but why aren't you going to the dance ? Well, you see, I-I haven't a Tux and do not dance very well, so I thought I would stay outside. Sit down if you aren't in a hurry, Bill said, very shyly. Peggy sat down on the bench beside Far- rell. They chatted for a While, but thinking that his friend would rather be at the dance, Bill escorted her to the door of the hall. He then went happily back to the frat house with a promise from Peg to see her the next Saturday, if another Victory Dance was given. l.ittle did Bill realize that they had been Watched from the sorority house. The silver lining of Bill's cloud seemed to fade. On Monday, as he passed the window of the sorority house. he overheard some girls joking about Peggy Somers sitting out with Bill Farrell. Oh, but it was only, a dare, exclaimed Margy Smith. This was enough for Bill. He knew now why Peggy's attentions were suddenly turned his way. For the next week Farrell avoided Peg on every possible occasion, but the Satur- day game with Cate College and the Saturday night date were ahead. Saturday afternoon found the Dale eleven facing a tough battle. At the end of the third quarter the score was tied, and Cate was threatening Dale. Farrel was fighting his hard- est in spite of the disappointment that he har- bored in his heart, and Peg, sitting nervously on the bleacher, wondered why he did not wave to her before going on the field. In the last two minutes of play, a Cate man recovered a fumble made by Dale and was prancing down the field for a touchdown. Bill Farrell, attempting to tackle him on the twenty-yard line, was kicked in the forehead and fell unconscious. He was carried oli' by the college physician. For a long time he was hysterical. In his delirium Bill cried and laughed and muttered to himself. She framed me. She tried to make a fool of me. Peg is like all of the others, just high-hat, Coach Vtfeldon distinguished, as the injured lad gasped for breath. The coach left to get some water and when he returned, Miss Somers, neatly attired in a blue sport costume, was on her knees beside Farrell. Little did she care of her dress as her arms rested on the dirty suit of the injured player and tears streamed down her cheeks. She was trying to explain between sobs that something had been a mistake. Seeing that the young man's mind seemed to be clearing, the coach left the couple alone for awhile. After some difficulty, Peggy finally suc- ceeded in explaining to Bill that it was true about the foolish wager for her to date him up, but that she had learned his real character and while doing so had fallen in love with him. Although the game with Cate was lost, Bill Farrell' promised to be in the game against Benton on the following Saturday. Next week will be my Victory Dance and we will both go inside, Bill joyously ex- claimed, as he left Peggy.

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U 4 ' The Blue and White 16 College. Peggy Somers, a popular co-ed, was the victim of the Chi Kappa initiation. Make her carry our books for a week, a voice from the corner suggested. Oh, that's not half bad enough. Let her braid her hair in a pigtail and wear high shoes to school, drawled Anne, who was standing in the doorway. These were some of the suggestions for the public initiation. It was finally agreed that poor Peg must, in some way, get a date with Bill Farrell for the Victory Dance that all were in hopes of attending. The dance was to be given the following Saturday evening after the big football game with Bolton University, frrozfiding the Dale men came off the field victorious. Bill came from a small country town in the west. Unlike many other boys, Bill had to work every spare minute of the day. In spite of this fact, he always rated high in class work and managed to find time to attend every foot- ball practice. He had become a necessary cog in the varsity machine on which he filled the quarterback position. Spare moments found Bill doing garden work for residents of the city. Because of lack of time and money, this game young man sometimes appeared to be cheating the barber. His few clothes were not of the very best and oftentimes sadly in need of a pressing. Twenty-five cents seemed a large sum to Farrel, who could do a good job in fifteen minutes when time permitted. Never- theless, a better example of cleanliness could not be found on the campus. Owing to his limited spending money, Bill was seldom invited out with the other boys. Many were jealous of his physical ability, others envied him for the skill and courage he displayed on the gridiron, while some won- dered at his high scholastic standing. Girls were nice to him because he was a varsity man, but never was he a member of their gay parties. On the whole, the name of Bill Far- rell caused merriment among the students. iVithout him many football games would have been lost. Gctober 12th found every heart beating for old Dale. Two large, brightly decorated busses stood at the gate headed for Bolton. The first was filled with the fellows who were going on the field with heart and soul set on winning the fray. A happy throng of girls and boys in striking sport costumes were rushing and scrambling into the second bus. All seemed to be singing a different tune. but all came in on the chorus: ' VVe will fight, fight, fight. For the Blue and Whitef' In one corner of the bus sat Peggy schem- ing and thinking of some way out of her ter- rible predicament. The drive seemed very long to her, but finally the large machine arrived at Bolton, and the rival students greeted each other hilariously. One hour later the bands could be heard playing loudly from the bleachers. Both teams were warming up. Suddenly the report of a gun was heard, signifying the beginning of the game. Come on, boys, shrieked some wild youth. Beat Bolton, came from the corner. Come on, 16, called Peggy. A stalwart form wearing the blue and white turned abruptly with a look of amazement on his face. Never before had a feminine voice called Bill's number. But this meant little to Farrell, who was on the field to play football. The game was hard fought to the final whistle and only by Bolton's failure to rush the ball over the line did the Dale eleven come off the field with a 7 to 6 victory. This was a surety that the excited group would sponsor the Victory Dance. As the players trotted to the locker rooms, each received a pat on the back or a comment on the game. Bill suddenly turned his ruffled head as someone touched his elbow. Great game you played, Bill. Peggy Somers stammered. Thanks a lot, Miss Somers, replied Far- rell, and then he was gone. Peggy knew that her scheme was a failure and she began to lose courage. It didn't seem

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18 This statement puzzled Peg, but she decided that she didn't care if he went in his working clothes and danced all over her silver slippers. The six days intervening seemed like six years to the happy Miss Somers, but finally the big day came. The Dale gridmen stood against the strongest opponents they had met. Every man was Working for the team. After nearly every play the name of Farrell rang from the bleachers. A six to nothing victory sent the Dale boys happily home to prepare for the dance. That evening the campus rang with laughter and song. The orchestra could be heard play- ing a fox-trot. just after the third dance had begun, Peggy Somers entered the hall on the arm of a handsome young man in a Tuxedo. His hair was neatly cut and his attire could not have been more striking. They glided over the floor in perfect rhythm with the music. Some brilliant young lads came to the con- clusion that Peg's handsome friend was none other than Dale's own Bill Farrell. Everyone crowded about them. Girls went wild over Bill. Boys were shaking his hand, but Farrell raised his hand for the music to stop. He glanced at Peggy and then began. Folks, he said, I came here much against my parents' wishes disguised as a very poor boy. I did this to find who my true friends Were, and I think I have succeeded. WVhen you thought I had to work for a living, you were nice to me, but I was never one of your crowd. Now I will tell you who I am. My real name is Kent Gilbert. My father owns the large mine in Montana, Bill spoke very calmly. All stood aghast as they realized for the first time that their Bill Farrell was of one of the wealthiest families of the United States. Now that I have found my true friends, I think Miss Somers has something to tell you, said the proud young man. Peg said nothing but lifted the flower that hung from the shoulder of her dress and dis- played Bill's frat pin. The Blue G- VVhite Some sneaked away like beaten dogs while others stepped forward to offer apologies and congratulations, but Peggy nestled in her sweetheart's arms and they drifted away as the orchestra crooned, Someone Who's true and loyal to you, That's what I call a pal. D. E., '3l. THE SILENT SENTINEL The Sidney family had lived on their lonely farm for thirteen years when a wave of trag- edy engulfed them. It started with a thunder storm. During this storm, the family heard a queer moaning which seemed to come from the pond in back of the house. The moaning became louder and continued for nearly thirty minutes. Finally the son went out to see what it was. He was gone nearly three hours, and his parents began to worry. They waited awhile longer, but as he did not return, the father and a servant went out to look for him. They went at once to the pond where the moaning was hrst heard, but he was nowhere to be found. They then returned to the house for a light because it was quite dark. On their way back to the pond they found some foot- steps in the soft soil and followed them around the pond. The footsteps led them a little Way up a path and then stopped. The boy's father became so frightened that the pond was dragged, and detectives were stationed every- where. A thorough search was made-but in vain. The family of three still lived there but were very lonely. The girl was visited by many friends, and soon became engaged to a school- day sweetheart. One night, just six years later, as the sun was setting, she and her fiance were talking over the happenings of the past years. She seemed to be very lonesome and finally they took a walk down by the pond. They were gone so long that the girl's mother insisted upon going to the pond with her husband to make them come home. They could not find