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

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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.

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I2 FRESHMEN Freshmen-You're the lucky ones. You've got three more years to stay. So take some advice from the Seniors And study hard each day! just think! Next year you'll be Sophomores, You'll be grown-up before longg The Seniors are wishing you loads of success, And hoping you'll remember them when they're gone. SOPHOMORES Sopliomores-Two short years have passed And you have two more to attaing But, when you've passed these four happy years, You'll wish you were back again. So make the best of your high school days, They'll be the happiest you have known, And at the end of your school-day career You'll realize how fast they have flown. JUNIORS Juniors-You'll soon be Seniors, An honor, you've worked hard to achieveg And in another year to come You'll realize how hard it is to leave. Wc're leaving you in charge of things And we're sending success to you: And we're hoping that in the future You'll remember the class of '32. SENIORS Seniors-We have reached our goal, And our high school days are o'erg But when many years to come are forgotten VVe'll remember and treasure these four. We'll always love our dear Westbrook High, And our friendships-old and new: These feelings are expressed by all of us With sentiments sincere and true. I. F. L., '32, MY INTRODUCTION TO SPIRITS On the road to Webb's Mills that passes through East Raymond is an old dilapidated set of farm buildings. The natives of that sec- tion have originated all sorts of stories about the house and its so-called haunts These stories differ very much, but there is one among them that is true, and I will repeat it 41 . 1 .- O' ' 1 The Blue Ev- White here. In the following story I will have to use the Hrst person to make the story interesting to the reader, but it does not mean that I claim to have had the experiences. Itseems that several years ago a family of five lived there. There were three children be- sides the father and mother. They lived in the house, which was about a mile from the nearest neighbor, for about three months, having little to do with the townspeople and coming to town only when necessary. Une day the father visited his neighbor and told a strange story about the house and some strange noises that he had heard at night. The neighbor thought that the loneliness of the place was driving him a little crazy so he did not place much faith in the story. The farmer returned to his house and went about his work as usual. A few nights later, he was awakened in the middle of the night by the same strange noises and a stifled cry. He quickly lighted the lamp and ran upstairs. At first he saw nothing, but as he was sure that the cry had come from upstairs, he ran around to the rooms of the children. With the First two all was well, but when he passed the bed of his youngest child, he was surprised to see that the child's face was a ghastly white. When he looked at his neck, he saw a few red marks where the baby had apparently been choked to death. The mother had come upstairs by this time, and when she saw the child, she fainted. As he could not sleep any more that night, the farmer took his wife downstairs and re- vived her. Then going upstairs, he awoke his two children and took them downstairs so that nothing would happen to them. All went well for the rest of the night. and morning was wel- come when at last it came. The next day the farmer went to town and got some of the townspeople to come to the farm to help bury the baby. Now every night when they went to bed, they left the lights burning as an added pro- tection because they thought that the spirits wouldn't come around a light. When he awoke one morning, the father was amazed to find