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

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Westbrook Hugh School 4 X TO THOSE WI-IO ARE GRADUATING FROM WESTBROOK HIGH THIS YEAR 'we Extend Our Gongmtulattons on the completion of your H gh School course and w1sh you every success xn your next Held of endea or PORTEOUS MITCHELL 86 BRAUN COMPANY PORTLAND, MAINE RELIABLE Q BINSO N SERVICE O G K ROBINSON, Contractor and Budcler EXTERIOR AND INTERIOR HOUSE FINISH, DOOR AND WINDOW FRAMES CLAPBOARD SIDING PINE SHEATHING CABINET WORK T Iephone 39 M111 and Office, I4 Fitch Street Westbrook Mame COMPLIMENTS OF A B C A R R 86 S O N RETAIL S1-1oE DEALERS PRIDE BROTHERS BEST SERVICE GROCERS 694 MAIN STREET

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12 fi l l The Raven is perhaps one of his best known poems and one which I particularly admire. It has a haunting melody which constantly recurrs to your mind and I have read it many times with- out tiring of it. As the father ofthe detective story, Poe was original, and he delighted in build- ing up mysteries only to destroy them again. In contrast to modern methods, he begins at the be- ginning and leads up to the climax, Hnally unravel- ing the story for the reader's entertainment. Poe presents his sinister tales with such startling reality that you are carried into the realm of his own vivid imagination, and feel that you, too, are experiencing the emotions of the unfortunate victim. No one who had not a flame of genius could effect his readers thus, and to Poe is universally accorded that distinction-that he was a great artist. D. E. W., '31. A DOG'S LIFE FOR A DAY Ho-Hum! Wlell, I guess it is time to get up, I hear my master coming downstairs to feed the hens and chickens. Yes, it is he. Guess Iill go along to see that nobody bothers him. Here we are in the henhouseeand will you just look at those crazy-looking creatures balancing on two legs and all covered with homely red feathers? I'm thirsty, guess I'1l take a drink of this water. Sol the old red rooster don't want me to. Well! I'll show him who I am around here. QW! what was that? Oh, I see my master don't want me to hurt that homely creature. VV ell, I got a few of his feathers. I had better get out of here be- fore I lose my temper and kill one of these hens. There goes my master back to eat his own breakfast. Here comes a car. There are not many cars lately so I'll try my best to stop this one. No matter how much I bark and bite, the man driv- ing wonit stop. I hear someone whistling g maybe it's my break- fast-maybe it's a licking for chasing cars. VVhat luck, it's a nice breakfast. It sure is good. The Blue Er while That sure was good, now for some excitement. First of all I have got to bury this big bone I got for breakfast. Let's see, I guess I'll bury it around the corner of the barn beside the one I hid ai few days ago. Hello! VVhat's this? An old brown and white spotted hound trying to dig up one of my bonesg well, seeing as how the master is gone and I feel like a hght, Iill show this hound a les- son. So-he is trying to run away from me? Wfell, I can run faster. Now that I've caught you, mister hound, I don't know what to do to you ex- cept shake and bite you. 'fWell, that excitement is over-now for some more. There goes master downtown in the wagon g I might as well go along. Here we are home again. Not much doing downtown. I saw a few of my friends, that's about all. It is pretty late in the afternoon. I thought they had forgotten my dinner, but they didn't. Suppose I take a little snooze.. I've been awake the biggest part of the night and had plenty of exercise this morning. VVhew! I must have slept all afternoon be- cause the sun has gone down behind the hill. I'm quite hungry so I'll have to gnaw at that nice bone I got this morning. I ate the biggest part of it, but I'll save the rest for a rainy day. Iill go sit beside the door and wait for someone to come in or go out and maybe I can get in, too. Here comes someone. Uh, it's johnny. I'm glad itis him, because he always lets me in. That heat from the stove sure feels good. Not much noise around here, everybody is look- ing at books and papers. People may think I'm lazy, but I feel just like sleeping again. I feel as though it is my duty to guard the house, there- fore I must stay half awake. I wish some burglar w-ould try to get in. I feel just like chewing off someone's pant leg. Wfhat was that? Gb, so it's a mouse. Well, it's up to that lazy cat to show me how to catch it, because I have a good place to sleep here. VVell, the cat got the mouse. She is playing with her now. I can't see how she eats those things, although sometimes I-feel-hungry -enough-to-do-so-mysel f . C. R., '32

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I4 The Blue Ev- VVhite BURIED TREASURE I, Dominick Versillian, a common seaman on the clipper ship East Wind, 384 days out of the port of Borneo, leave this as my last words and testament as I lay dying at the foot of a cliff somewhere in the township of Raymond and near the shores of a body of water that I believe to be Panther Lake. I am dying from a bullet wound through the left lung inflicted by one Tony An- gello, also a common seaman on the East Wind, who came with me to this spot and tried to steal the treasure. We did fight on the lip of a cliff and I did kill him. His body lies close to mine and our bones will bleach in the summer's sun and beneath the winter's snow. This message I will place in a .bottle and try to reach the shores of the lake that I may cast it thereon in hopes that some day someone will find it and locate our bodies and the treasure which Tony and I did steal from the safe in the captain's room on the East Wind anchored in Portland Harbor. Tony and I stole the gold from the cabin at midnight after cutting the captain's throat from ear to ear. VVe dropped over the side of the ship and into one of the ship's boats and rowed away in the darkness of the night toward the Falmouth shores. We came to the mouth of a river that my maps show as being the Presumpscot. VVe rowed up this river by night and hid in the woods by day until' we came to a large lake that I believe to be Sebago. VVe rowed up this lake close to the shore until we came to a river which I believe to be named Panther Run. This river brought us to another large body of water which my maps show to be Panther Lake. We rowed up this lake a short distance and came to a river that is called, by my map, Tenney River. VVe proceeded up this but a short distance until we came to the first bend. We landed on the west shore near a clump of white birches, four in number. I jotted down the directions we took from this point on and these are the directions as near as I can give them. Five paces from the shore to a clump of four white birches. Thirty-one paces from the white birches in a westerly direction to a large white pine. Still following the path of the sun, we came to an old wood road and about fifty paces from the last pine we crossed the road. Still going toward the setting sun we proceeded about fourteen paces to a large rock. No place here to bury the treas- ure. Still going westerly we came upon a large irregularly-shaped rock left here by the glaciers. It was shaped like a huge whalebone standing up- right and its back was sharp as a knife blade. We searched here for a place to bury the treasure, but found none, so followed the path of the set- ting sun. Twenty-eight paces from this rock we came upon an old trail running S.VV. and NF. VV e followed the path sixty-six paces to the S.W. and came to a large clearing surrounded by dense woods. We went to the woods on the south and about sixty paces from where the path had en- tered the clearing. Following the woods, we came to a slight rocky rise. From the crest I saw a body of water which I believe to be Panther Lake. There was a high rock in the center and on climb- ing this we saw a mountain range with four peaks in the distance. Directly in line with these peaks was a dead white birch about fifteen paces from the rock. We went to the dead birch but in climb- ing down the rocky slope we slipped and fell. About eight paces from the old white birch, we observed an old hollow tree stump in which we thought we would hide the treasure, but were afraidithat forest fires would destroy it. So we went south and climbed another hill steeper than the first and covered with rocks. The reverse slope on the side towards the lake was exceedingly steep and it was with great difficulty that we made our way on our hands and knees to the base. But we could find no other place to hide the treasure so we started to circle the cliff, going in a north- erly direction. Wfe had gone but a few paces when I looked up and saw a fissure in the rocks and called Tony's attention to it. lfVe crawled up the steep slope on our hands and knees and just to the right of this fissure we found a small crev- ice, where we deposited the treasure. It was while climbing back that Tony shot me through the back and I turned quickly and ran him through with my sword. We plunged to the bottom, Tony dead and I dying.