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

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0 The Blue fr VVhite lass of 1932 The Fidelity Trust Company Wishes You Success ., 4- 11 :.rfS,.,' VW Q vii. 9 1. if aj ,, sf 5--.,:, A, fe r Y g. f:-f' C :S it LL S -11 ZQV ..........,...... ,, 'ff:e1 3M.m ul,- - wm is -A-- -w e mf, -G , W f or W W H - S to lr is w -Mlwllll. Q ,ll fri fllgljigiwi M i fl, 5 ,mi l V 14 Vi Ml gf ' wifi 'ff 1 ' . , ,' A 1 'E 2 'lj 1 ' TI U -sl' W . M45 Pai? ' Z: I , w- 2 5 nl: haf Mg T , ill ii . T 3 -- 51 -f --1 I1 ' QM XV rl 144 3 E' ign gff - W5 ' Q.: -1 Pkl,3,-,.- 44' - ' Y AT ..., - - .ff -- igiff ,-TJ JM f - -L -.Q-. -f9:,,,,..r Westbrook Office F IDELITY TRUST COMPANY Main Office - PORTLAND - Monument Sq. OTHER OFFICES: 87 Exchange Street and Woodford Square, Portlandg South Portland, Harrison Fryeburg, Cumberland Mills, South Windham, Yarmouth Sanford, Limerick, Brunswick

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Westbrook High School 9 pause and get a bite to eat? No. Curiosity spurs us on. The next thing that attracts our attention is the auditorium, a hall large enough for assemblies, graduations, and school plays. Can it be possible? A perfectly appointed school library with rows and rows of new and worth-while books meets our eyes. There are more than twenty-five books in this library. Cur tour now takes us to the chemical laboratories with their equipment second to none-test tubes. chemical compounds, and the like. This would be the envy of every high school. VVe leave this room to continue on, our en- thusiasm noxv at its peak. VV'hy, things seem to be moving, changing themselves around. The room is getting smaller and smaller. Yes, I was right. It was only a supposition. VVe'1'e back in the same old place again. D. L., '3TZ. lVe, of the editorial board, wish to express our appreciation to the following for their cooperation in making this 1932 edition of THE BLUE AND VVHITE successful. To the teachers and Principal Philbrook who gave us needed assistance. To the S. D. Warren Co. who very kindly presented us with the paper necessary for the publication. To the entire student body who made inter- esting and necessary contributions. To Mr. Henry S. Cobb who gave his special care and attention to the printing of our magazine. To the advertisers, subscribers and finan- cial supporters who made it hnancially possi- ble to publish this magazine. To all who helped in any way to further and to make this journal a success. ...wit . . . ' Y ,-, - W TJ : .'Jiii li - .J 4 Z , a:,? . S., J 1, h in 'xgxxgm so gf f I

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ff?-gg, f If A I 1 - ' 4 I -I: IJ if W e 109 it G s ig? 1? . 9 J N P -I 1.5: - 4- 1, SOMEBODY'S MOTHER I first saw her on the street, this figure stooped and gray. The wind was blowing crisp and cold, sending up little sprays of the light snow onto the icy pavement on which she trod with extreme caution and no little fear. VVhere was this mother going? I say mother, for sweet faces such as hers are found only on mothers. VVhy was she out on such a day and why was she not accompanied by someone younger and stronger than herself who could help her along her perilous journey? As I watched her, I felt heartsick and sore because I, too, had had a mother once long ago, but it seems that the Master needed another angel so He sent for her to fill the place. A group of children just out from school were running and shouting as they came down the street. She was just about to cross when this human cyclone rushed by her, and one of the boys struck her so violently that she was thrown to her knees. VVithout waiting to apologize, or help her up, the ruffian was off again, shouting with the rest. Had he seen the look in this woman's eyes, he would have helped her to her feet and would have begged her to forgive him, for she was hurt, not only physically, but way down deep in her heart. she felt as only a mother feels when she has been made unhappy. As she started to rise to her feet she felt two strong hands about her and heard a voice say- ing, lXIay l help you, m'am? She looked up into the face of a boy about fourteen years of age who, with his cap in his hand, helped her to her feet. His hair was curly and golden and the wind tossed it about. As she looked into his face, she not only saw the pretty hair, the sparkling eyes, and the happy mouth, but also this boy's heart swelling with pride at what he was doing. He helped her across the street, then with a polite bow he said, Good-bye, and was off again. The woman stood staring a moment, then she said, God bless you, little one, and I am sure He did. This lad had a mother, too, and some day she might need assistance and God would see that there would be someone there to help her when she did. C. E. H., '32. THE DREAM SHIP How would you like to sail away Upfrn a blue and silver bay, Upon a ship of purest gold, XV1th pearls and diamonds in her hold? How would you like to sail away, Far, far across this silver bay To a strange, mysterious shore, XVhere you could live forevermore? How would you like to sail away And be a king across this bay, VVhere all the people of this land Would always do as you command? Or, would you rather stay right here Among the ones you love so dear, And make your life so rich and gay You'd not desire to cross this bay? C. C., '3'3.