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

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VVestbrook High School il. STATIONERY BOOKS FOUNTAIN PENS OFFICE EQUIPMENT H TENNIS SUPPLIES LEATHER GOODS KODAKS AND SUPPLIES Loring, Short 86 Harmon MONUMENT SQUARE - Compliments of DOW,S GREEN HOUSES 152 Mechanic Street, Westbrook - PORTLAND, MAINE ONE TENTH of my income on your Repair Work or Purchase goes to your Church J. LEE MORRELL E JEWELER Fine Watch and Clock Repairing Stone Setting Reliable Jewelry and Silverware Telephone 505 Telephone 553-R 821 Main Street, Westbrook Service-W Quality-0 Unexcelled the iBesPw COMPLIMENTS OF CRAIGIE'S GARAGE TELEPHONE ALBERT R. DECORMIER SHEET METAL WORK eating and Plumbing Steel Ceilings WATER SYSTEMS 196 Bridge Street, Westbrook, Maine HASKELL 86 ANDERSON Groceries and Meats 573 Main Street, Westbrook, Maine Compliments of F. W. WOOLWORTH CO.

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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

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20 the young couple, and, remembering their son's disappearance, they called the police and a search more thorough than the last was made, but it was no more successful. After this the parents lived very quietly and were never seen going down to the pond. The negro servant was still there, and he kept the place very neat. The couple were getting old and did very little Work. One afternoon, when the sun was shining its brightest and everything was quiet, a thick cloud of smoke was seen rising from the house. The fire spread until all was ablaze. When the nearest neighbors arrived, they searched in vain for the members of the family. To this day in that lonely spot the chimney of the house still stands very erect, marred neither by the wind nor storm in any way, and the neighbors say that about ten o'clock every night a light is seen being carried about the chimney, down to the pond, and then back to the chimney. They can see no form, but the light is very steady and bright, They have come to believe that this light they see is that of the old father going to look for his two lost children. A. T., '30. FINIS While in school the hours drag slowly on, And days are ever endless, We cannot wait until vacation comesg We crave for freedom boundless. We yearn to go and shape our way through life, And make a name and fortune, We long to see the best that's in the world While we avoid misfortune. But fame and fortune aren't but for the asking, And life will not be always fair, For most of all our dreams and high ambitions Are merely castles built in the air. Too soon we'll learn how school was all too short, That fame is not all blissg We'll sorrow o'er that page of life that marked Our time at school-hnis. S. L., ,30. 1' The Blue fa- VVhite THE AFFIRMATIVE WON! A beautiful, big, brick building Stood respectfully back from the streetg It was the new Westbrook High School- A debate had accomplished the feat. I walked through the big gates smiling, Feeling proud that I lived in this towng Into the building I wandered And strolled aimlessly around. There was a big hall as you entered, Principal's office and Information Here , A bulletin board at the top of some stairs Told the schedules for the year. There were many, many classrooms, The coat rooms were divine, Stairs and halls were wide and lighted- How everything did shine. The labs were full of equipmentg There was an art department, too, Industrial department, Home Economics, And a beautiful music room. There was a lunchroom in the basement, Gymnasium in the rear, A wonderful big auditorium For the activities of the year. Then I came to the library, It was well equipped, calm and serene, I stumbled, I fell, I sat up with a jerk- It had only been a dream! D. H., '30. EXAMS If you can smile when exams begin tomorrow, If you can laugh and take home not a book, If you know all your lessons and don't borrow Notes your more industrious brother tookg If you can fool away your study hours Then ask for your rank without a quaking heart, If you fear not the teacher's power To flunk or pass you-you must be smart. D. H., '30. A NOCTURNAL ADVENTURE A cat sedebat on a near-by fence, As tutus as she could beg Her vox surgebat to the skies, Canebat very mournfully. My clamor was of no avail, Though acriter I did cryg Conspexit me with keen delight And blinked her alter eye.