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

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The Blue ee vvme W E B B E R GRAIN AND FEED COMPANY PRIDE'S CORNER TELEPHONE, FOREST 3489 Epoultry Clover Bee Qiairy WESTBROOK DELIVERY FRIDAY After the Dance or After the Game GET THAT LUNCH AT Mac,s Cafe 5 Bridge Street Westbmok J. LEE MORRELL Jeweler FINE WATCH AND CLOCK REPAIRING STONE SETTING RELIABLE JEWELRY, SILVERWARE AND DIAMONDS Class Rings and Pins 821 Main Street Westbrook glowers for IH!! Qccasions WYER'S GREENHOUSES Compliments of Westbrook Star Laundry BETTER CLEANING Renew the beauty of your garments---Our cleaning methods will do it WESTBRDDK CLEANERS By PERY'S THE TAILOR Cleaning, Pressing, Dyeing, Altering, Refitting 817 MAIN STREET, WESTBROOK Telephone 333 SAVE MONEY BY FILLING YOUR COAL BIN IN THE SPRING SHELL BLUE 0 FUEL OIL fling COAL GULF GASOLINE A B. G. PRIDE COMPANY 543 Main Street 922 Main Street Telephone log Telephone 160 Jill i'7Gnds of egnsurance :Surety wands Insurance ? Sure l 108 Longfellow Street Telephone 116 See ALECK W WILSON Office, 825 Main St. Residence, 64 High St. Westbrook, Maine SPECIAL PRICES ON Q 1 YOUR GRADUATION BOUQUETS feadzng Gompames meal Gxtate

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Westbrook High School 1 ,.. ' ' A Blue Cheviot Suits for Graduation K J' IN THE NEW PREP MODELS d 't'b ed 859 A , Choice one Blue and one White Fl nnel ' ' ' ' bf or two Blue Trousers .... a. . Other Prep Blue Suits with 2 Trousers N 9 S 514-75 WESTBROOK OUR CAREFULLY CI-IOSEN STOCK 'Provides a Complete cAsrortmenl of GIFTS LEATHER GooDs . KoDAKs . FOUNTAIN PENS FOR PORTABLE TYPEWRITERS - STATIONERY THE BOOKS AND BOOKCASES FROM wx-ucl-1 You CAN MAKE PLEASING SELECTIONS Qreeting Gard: ana' qfirappings LORING, SHORT 86 HARMON - PORTLAND, ME. 5 f Gompliments and west CT.0Jisbes , Gompliments of Y OWEN, MOORE 86 COMPANY PORTEOUS, MITCHELL ec BRAUN PORTLAND, MAINE COMPANY Telephones: Forest 75:0 and 7511

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I if 'I ' f .E 5 ,W U me 1.6 I .5 1 I - 'flax ' .. ,,.. ,Q '4 my N . seg.. Q ' 'Vi' 1 5 Q - A ef +.. :.,,,,,,fgf J., , THE CLASH Putting his arms about her and drawing her to It wasn't such a large farm but it belonged to them and of course it always would and yet- Johannes was jerked unceremoniously out of his musings by a clear voice calling from the door of the white farmhouse-''Johann-es, Johannes. Yes, yes, Isabelle. XVhat do you want ? was the reluctant answer. 'tEvery day for over thirty years I've heard you brag about the big results and easy plowing on this farm. I've been watching you from the kitchen window and you've plowed that row you're starting up three different times. Johannes released his hold on the shafts of the plow and walked slowly up the path to the house. As he reached the house, Isabelle asked, Are you still worrying about those railroad people ? lVell-er-ah. Don't lie now. Yes, I was thinking of them. But, Johannes, you said if we didn't want to sell, they couldn't make us. Yes, but I got to thinking and I don't know. That man that came to see us knows more than I do, and you know he said they could make us sell. Perhaps he said it to scare us. Let us hope so. The price he named was more than the farm is worth. Isabelle burst into tears. You know we couldn't get a price large enough for this farm. a seat on the doorstep, Johannes said slowly, No, there couldn't be another farm like this anywhere. For a few moments they sat in silence. Then Isabelle, who had been looking towards the road. stood up suddenly and cried excitedly, Look at that man coming up the road l The man was a short, sturdy type. His partly gray hair was rumpled. His perfectly tailored suit was wrinkled and dusty. His sleeves were rolled to the elbow. There was a streak of grease starting at the end of one eye and running down to the opposite cheek. I-Iis face was red and cov- ered with perspiration, and before him he care- fully extended two black, grease-covered hands. Ivith an embarrassed bow he said pleasantly, l'My name is Mr. Lorentzen, President of the Indiana Branch Railroad. Isabelle replied, My name is Isabelle and this is my husband, Johannes. Come right in and make yourself at home whi'e I heat some water for you to wash your hands in. Mr. Lorentzen looked relieved and followed Isabelle as she led the way into the house. Io- hannes followed, with a puzzled frown on his face. Isabelle said briskly. Bring the best chair out for Mr. Lorentzen and then start the fire. Mr. Lorentzen, you wash up while I get supper. Dk Pk Ik lk Pk Pk wk tk bk lk lk wk Mr. Lorentzen opened his eyes and stared sleepily around the large. airy bedroom. A quilt