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

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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

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' The Blue fr VVhite 14 on his bed! W7 hat had happened to the costly silk covering? Yes, a feather bed, too-and himself in a flannel nightshirtl Where were his silk paja- mas and mattress? Then suddenly he remembered. How could he have forgotten that delicious sup- per and the memorable evening spent in that old- fashioned, seldom-used parlor, looking at old pic- tures of the farm and its residents which Johannes proudly displayed. Wfith a relieved and contented sigh he let himself back on the pillow. At half-past eleven Mr. Loi-entzen appeared shamefacedly in the doorway of the kitchen and explained, I just couldn't resist the real temp- tation of a good sleep without a business date at eight o'clock to worry about. Isabelle was standing over a bread board with her hands buried in dough. She smiled, saying, That's all right. Johannes is working in the gar- den Q he wants me to send you out so he can show it to you. You'll have to excuse us, but you know work must go on at a farm. During the conversation at dinner Mr. Lorent- zen asked, I suppose you know most of your neighbors P M Isabelle laughed as she explained, Land sakes, yes, Johannes can name any person that's lived around here since he was a boy. Isnit there a man and woman living near here whose name is Lane ? Johannes asked excitedly, XVhat's his first name? 57 W'hy, I don't know, but the initials are J. T. Johannes answered promptly, '1'hat's me. Mr. Lorentzen exclaimed, You must be jok- ing' me. But seeing their serious faces, asked, How soon can you take me to town, Mr. Lane ? Johannes answered the unexpected question rather unsteadily, VVell-er-why, any time you want to go. Right now ? y Right now. All right, go hitch up and hurry. But I don't- Mr. Lorentzen interrupted, Hurry, I have just remembered some important business that I must attend to right awayf' :of fa :lf ik as wk Pk 11: at 4: as is Mr. Lorentzen, seated in the office of his friend, Mr. Bishop, said, I've decided we don't need that new territory for the railroad. Mr. Bishop showed his astonishment, But- but-I thought you were the one who convinced the rest of us that we really had to have it. VV hy did you change your mind ? ' I think there are some things this world needs more than railroads. Such as ? Such as homemade quilts, feather beds, and flannel nightshirtsf' B. D., '3-L. THE END OF A PERFECT DAY Everything imaginable had gone wrong that day. Late to work, a call down from the boss, failure to get that contract, and now, a ticket at- tached to his car for parking. Well, he would settle that tomorrow. Slamming the door, Bill Moore seated himself comfortably and started the car. Everything was wrong with the world thought he. As he drove on, his mind was one whirl of hitter thoughts for that day. Only one thing was of any consolation to him and that was the quiet evening he was looking forward to at home. Slamming on the brakes as he came to a green light he let his gaze wander over the busy streets before him. He was quickly brought out of his trance, however, by the toot of a horn apparently belonging to the car behind. Suddenly it hap- pened, and before he knew it he felt his feet Hy from under him and his head bump the car top. Oooh! Gritting his teeth. Confound that driver. Might've known it would be a woman. Wait until I give her a piece of my mind. I'll tell her something she will never forget. With a dark scowl on his face he started for- Ward.