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

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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

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I4 g .......A. 1 The Blue G- VVhite that his other two children had been murdered during the night and, like the other child, they had curious red marks on their necks. For the next few nights the neighbors stayed with the father and mother. Some time later they thought that the spirit had finished his work at that house, so they went home after promising to come to visit every day. The next day some neighbors went to the farm- house and rapped on the door. Receiving no reply they opened the door and walked in. The sight that met their eyes made their blood run cold, and the Women fainted. There, lying on his back in the middle of the floor with his throat slit from EAR to EAR, was the farmer. Terrified, the neighbors ran upstairs to see what had become of the wife. They rapped on her bedroom door and, receiving no reply, they entered. The woman lay in bed as if in sound sleep. They thought that they had bet- ter wake her, but when they went to the bed, they saw that there were queer red marks on the throat-she had been murdered. From the position in which he lay on the Hoor, the people supposed that the father had been going for aid when he ran into something sharp, causing the ghastly cut on his neck. The neighbors buried the bodies with proper ceremonies and closed the house. The deaths were reported to the sheriff, who investigated, but he could find no trace that would lead to the murderer. This story aroused my interest so much that I decided to try to stay there overnight to see if the claims were true. The townsfolk said that no one had stayed there since the house had been closed nearly 50 years ago. A few days later I set out for the house, bent on seeing if there was any truth in the rumors. Arriving about six o'clock, I entered through what was a mean apology for a front door and found myself staring up the front stairs. Cn both sides were doors, and turning to enter the door on my left I stopped just in time to keep from pitching headlong into the cellar, for what had been the floor some time before had caved in and left nothing but a hole. I went back and entered the room on the right and saw that it had apparently been the sitting room. There was a table, sofa, and chair as furniture, and it was all, strangely enough, spotlessly clean. Here I decided to spend the night, so I proceeded to make my bed in the middle of the floor. The bed made, I decided to go outside and build a fire that I might cook some supper. Soon I had the coffee boiling and some ham fried, but when I sat down on the ground to eat, I discovered that I had left the sugar in the house so I went to get it. Wlhen I returned, I could see that the place where I had left my food was empty. There had been no one around, I knew, or I would have heard them. Puzzled, I washed the dishes and pro- ceeded to End something to occupy my time until dark. It was soon dark and I prepared to get into bed. I armed myself with a powerful flashlight and a revolver. How long I lay there I cannot say. but at last I dozed off in a troubled sleep. Suddenly I was awakened by the most blood-curdling yell that I have ever heard. For a minute I could not realize where I was, but when I came to, I grasped the gun in one hand and the light in the other. The beam of the light swept over the room but there was nothing that could make such a noise. Mean- while there came from upstairs the rattling of chains and curious moaning sounds such as I have never heard before. VVhile I was wonder- ing what could be causing the noises, some- thing cold like a cold draft swept past me and my arm went limp. I dropt the light and that is the last that I can remember. When I again awoke, there were several farmers bending over me with food and medicine. I heard some- one say something about not knowing whether I would live or not, so I made up my mind to find out what it was all about. I tried to get up but they would not let me. They said that they had been passing the house and had seen me lying on the grass out front. They said that I had a terrible gash on the side of my head, and by this time the pain made me realize that something was wrong.