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

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Westbrook High School ,fl Ml1AhlIlNl!E S1lUlIHl1lD1DllL 'DIP 1lEZ4lDlWlNllllEllQ'HIE Normal Training for Commercial Teaching Secretarial, Accounting, Business Administration for Business Careers Finishing Courses for High School Commercial Graduates College Grade Courses for Teaching and Business Portland School - 480 CONGRESS STREET - Opposite Chapman Building NORTHEASTERN BUSINESS COLLEGE Puente 1755 97 Danforth Street, Portland C aurser .' NORMAL, SECRETARIAL. STENOGRAPHIC BUSINESS ADMINISTRATION HARMON C. CROCKER LINOTYPE COMPOSITION Make Up ALSO ELROD AND LUDLOW PRODUCTS Thompson Caster 394 Fore Street QFoot of Exchange Streetj Portland, Maine ACCOUNTING Telephone, Forest 3980 l The When in town, visit Shaw Business College THE EVERETT LUNCH 5075 Congress Street Portland, Maine and have 009 Of its Com 1, J: Famous Hamburgers BUSINESS SHORTHAND ALWAYS THE BEST SECRETARIAL Delicious Coffee Courteous Service CATALOG ON REQUEST 49 Oak Street, Portland Compliments of JOHN C. NICHOLS South Windham HARRY RAEBURN COSTUMER Successor to BROWN - Costumer Costumes for Masquerades, Pageants, Minstrels and Theatricals DIRECTORS AND PRODUCERS OF SHOWS OF ALL KINDS 5425 Congress Street Portland, Maine

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16 when the wind howls around the corner of the house and through the maple tree, driving the white flakes before it, there arises in me an innate longing, stronger than desire, for something in- tangible, unformed, and pent-up as yet. Wfhat it is I do not know. Perhaps years and experience will tell. Perhaps it will never be revealed, who knows? Maybe if this pent-up something is ever loosed, it will prove disappointing, distasteful, because environment, friends, tastes. interests. and, indeed, my whole life will have changed by that time. VVhether it enfolds a new inspiration for a career, or knowledge of some principles necessary to harmonious living with the human beings we call friends, I do not know. Nevertheless, that sort of sixth sense is there, and during every storm the usually dormant feel- ing which grows into vague restlessness stirs, wakes, and does not sleep again till its hunger has been appeased by the snow. the disturbing ele- ment. Then it is that I go out into the storm to be blown about at the wind's will. The raging wind seems to sympathize with me and its griefs and woes seem enough worse than mine to completely eclipse my petty cares. It screams at me tales of sorrow which in their awfulness make me forget my silly troubles. But that is the consolation that the storm can give me when I am inclined to be morbid and depressed. On the other hand, when I am happy because I have conquered or mastered something, the wind shouts with me, itself triumphant because it has bent a tree till it has cried out in pain and has finally surrendered. Then, I walk with my head in the air, with a melody in my heart, and with a song on my lips. XV hat does it matter that the snow is covering my throat and neck, that the frost is biting 1ny toes and fingertips? That is only com- parable to the many things which obstructed my way in acquiring my most cherished desire, Did I not overcome them? Now I can return home, happy, eager, jubilant, ready to tackle the still harder work that awaits me. I will succeed. Nothing can prevent me, now. The Blue f-r VVhite This is all well and good for a blizzard, but what of the times when the Hakes drift down softly? Once, in the late afternoon, I was hurry- ing home from school. Across the street lay the big, red-brick mill. One would think that there could be nothing beautiful in a scene which con- tained a warp mill, but all my life I will remember that picture. All over the ground lay the sparkling crystals, more precious than diamonds in the twilight. The fine particles were drifting down softly as if floating on wings of shiny gossamer. As each flake lit on the ground it whispered ever so softly to its neighbor. Through this, the lights of the mill, softened by the steam within on the window- panes, shone out, causing a miniature rainbow to radiate from each little Hake. The fall of the snow deadened the monotonous hum of the weary mill and I fancied that I heard the lazy drone of the bee and that these flashes of color were the refiection of the sun on glittering wings. Above all this was the sense of peace that per- vaded the atmosphere. All the rancor, harshness, and strife of the world seemed erased just be- cause the hard lines of a mill were softened by falling snow which seemed to bless the earth. As I stood there, those snowdrops caressed my cheek and lash too, and I went on my way, hoping that the next passer-by would feel the same way. So do you see how little it takes to create an impression upon my mind? Can you understand how storms affect me? If you can, you will know why I love snowstorms. M. C. K., '33. MORMONISM On a recent trip through the State of New York I had the fortune and privilege to visit the home of joseph Smith, founder of the Mormon religion. When I left this picturesque home, nestled among the rambling hills of far western New York, I had a far different idea and knowl- edge of a Mormon and his religion. In fact, my whole attitude was changed toward this cult. Be- fore my visit a Mormon was much the same to me as a Turk or a Mohammedan and I had all

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I8 Q: tr! The Blue 6- White Sorts of horrible ideas of them. Now I realize I was mistaken for during the short while I was at this old Mormon home, I found the true Mor- mon. Mormonism really originated in New York State and not in Utah as many people believe. Salt Lake City has been their headquarters only since 1847. In the western part of New York, near Lake Ontario, there is a large, treeless hill. This hill is named Cumorah Hill after the Mor- mon prophet, Cumorah. Every year the Mormons in that vicinity climb this hill and hold a religious service on its summit. Our party visited the hill and it was really very interesting. After viewing the hill. we continued to the real object of our tour. VVe were going to visit the same house that Joseph Smith, the founder of Mormonism, occupied in the year 1807. Vlfe were all greatly excited at this prospect, but we were more excited when we were told that we might visit the sacred grove where it was said that Smith had received a divine revelation while he prayed. VV hen we arrived at the Smith Homestead C' some of Smiths direct descendants live there stillj, we were warmly received and invited in to look at the house. The house was much the same as in Smithis dayg a few small changes had been made but they did not affect the antiquity of it. VVe explored the building from attic to ground fioor. IVe learned the meaning of old oil paintings, what they represented and what connection they had with this religion. I happened to discover Smith's old musket with which he used to repel the attacks of Indians, which were not uncommon in his day. There was also a bullet mold and a box of leaden bullets which he had made himself. We visited his study where he is said to have re- ceived several messages from prayed. Vile visited the sacred grove in which Smith received his first revelation. To get to this spot we had to go through a farmyard. It seemed un- iitting that for one to reach a sacred spot one had to pass hens scratching in the dirt and cows in the fields. This is exactly what we did and not only that but we crossed a small brook and had to Walk quite a distance through a grain field. It Heaven when he really took almost all of the romance of this ad- venture awayg yet when We finally did enter the quiet woods and followed the winding path into the grove, I could almost see Smith there praying. It was a beautiful spot, but we did not stay long as it seemed almost a sacrilege. It reminded me of a pilgrimage and it was-for our Mormon guide. Back at the homestead we talked a while with the native Mormons and then left. I, for one. had a more thorough understanding of what Mor- monism is, who founded it, and what it means to its followers. L. HBERGLERSM or CHDUMB COPPERHJ The dumbest cop we ever had here, said the Police Lieutenant in charge of the rooky school. Forty-five inch chest, three inch skull and a paw like an ape. Today in an exam I asked: 'What would you do if you saw an armed burglar enter- ing a store ?' Look at his answer. Sergeant O'Rouke bent over the paper. Gawky, childish letters sprawled across the page which hore sweaty fingermarks and the signs of many erasures. John O'Neil, candidate for the force, had scrawled out: If I seen a bergler I wood arrest Same. The idea is O. Ku said O'Rouke. Yeh, but I've told him forty times how to spell 'burglar '. VVell, his cousin is Alderman Gray. I know. The force's got too many cousins already, growled the Lieutenant. Aw, pass him and give him a shield, said O'Neil. Put him on a quiet beat where he can't do any harm. Suppose I've got to, or Gray will raise Cain around the station. But you'll see. Someone'll steal his uniform or he'll fall into an open man- hole. What will the commissioner say then? He wants good cops.