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

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I bbAA The Blue E-r White 8 seams and give gold. Alaska made no more friendly advances to her uncle, but withdrew within herself, dreaming alone of a day When men shall not rape my riches, and curse me and go away, for 4: as 11 It wk 4- Of cities leaping to stature, of fame like a flag unfurled, As I pour the tide of my riches in the eager lap of the world. Has not Alaska's dream, as Robert Service has written it, started to come true? Today Alaska can truly be called a white man's country. Today, after many years of darkness, open-minded Americans are seeing light regarding the value of our northern frontier. The Alaskan pioneers are sometimes spoken of as a new type of forty- niners, because they have hopes of becoming the forty-ninth state. ONE HUNDRED YEARS FROM NOW Sitting in front of the fireplace one cold, stormy night, I imagined how the world would look to me a hundred years hence. I saw many curious and interesting changes. The thing that surprised me the most was the fact that as I walked through the city of Boston, I could find no theater. Wondering if people had lost interest in the pictures I called at one of the houses to find out. ' A charming Woman admitted me. When I en- tered the living room, I saw the family sitting around in a circle watching moving pictures on a curtain hanging on the wall. They told me that television had made possible many kinds of enter- tainment in one's own home. My hostess invited me to remain for the night. W'hen it came time to go to bed, she showed me to my room, which so far as I could see contained no bed. When she pressed a button the bed came out from the wall all made. I slipped under the covers and went to sleep. In the morning, I heard someone coming up- stairs. At a knock on my door I said, Come inf' I looked up to say Good Morning and there stood two mechanical men, one with water for me and the other with my breakfast which was hot and delicious. After I had eaten, I asked if I might bor- row an automobile. She looked at me and laughed as if I were asking if she had a horse and an- swered, No, I am up-to-date. We have two sets of wings which you fasten on your back so you can fly like a bird. I accepted them. I had fun flying over several states before dinner. I had to Hy high because there were many buildings as high as the Empire State building is now. It did not take long to do the dishes as there was an electric washing machine that washed and wiped them in five minutesg this enabled me to get an early start to do my afternoon shopping. Tak- ing an airplane I flew over to New York City and was back home again before supper was ready. Just as I was about to ask what kind of fruit they had on the table, the clock struck twelve and I woke up with a start and there I was in my armchair. and was I glad that I was living now instead of 2034. A. L., '34. PROGRESS? ? 'P It pleases me to hear Grannie say that she doesn't know what this generation is coming to. Grandmother is now eighty-five and looks back on her younger days and appears to be quite glad that she spent her youth in the nineteenth century instead of the twentieth. just what does Grannie say when she sees her modern granddaughter go to her room to dab a little powder here and there on her face, a little rouge to add that needed color f war paint as she calls itj ? But, ah, let's take a peek into Grannie's room when she was in her teens. Grannie was considered strikingly beautiful in her day. She wore her brown hair in side curls because her friends liked it that way. Her hazel eyes that beamed forth radiantly were shadowed by slender penciled brows and long thick lashes. We catch a glimpse of her sitting in front of her dresser. Clearly, it shows that she, too, believed

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In 'IEUE The Blue E-r White 'O in making the most of the physical gifts nature had bestowed upon her. Let's see just what she is doing now. She's taking out a sheet of heavy brown paper from a drawer in her bureau, the kind of paper that until twenty-five years ago butchers used to wrap packages. She tears the paper into small strips and wets it with vinegar, then places it on her temples to eradicate crow's feet about her eyes. Next, she takes a bottle of hand lotion from her drawer which she herself compounded of lard, rosewater, and cocoanut milk and applies it to her hands to make them smooth and beautiful. Has Grannie forgotten just how hard she tried to apply her daily beauty aids? Grannie was a real tom-boy. She used to wear large hoop-skirts with tight waists. You know how much they hinder. They didn't hinder Gran- nieg she just tucked them all in a large bundle and rolled and rolled and rolled down the great hill by the old fort. Ah, what fun she had! There's Grannie looking into our bedroom door while we are applying cosmetics, and we hear her gently say, Times aren't like they used to be, and then tiptoe softly away. L. M., '34. TODAY, UR ONE HUNDRED YEARS AGO? Would you like to know how to make Dr, Fuller's Chemical Snuff for the Head-Ache, Palsy, and Drowsy Distempersv or perhaps Daffy's Elixern? Perchance Dr, Anderson's admirable improvement on the common mode of salting Butter would be of more interest to you. But, really, this is only a small portion of the latest Domestic Cookery, published nearly one hundred years ago, which contains everything from Soup Vermicellii' to A Haunch or Neck of Venison, or' the German Method of Clarify- ing and Preserving Fresh Butter to the making of Boluses for the Rheumatism and Contraction of the Joints. The other day I happened to come across an old cook book in our attic, and I found the book immensely amusing-and interesting. To read the titles of recipes and preparations one can readily see the attitudes of the day toward new things, such as Beautiful newly discovered Golden Yellow Dye, Curious Method of Breeding Gold and Silver Fish, Wonderful method of render- ing all sorts of Paper Fireproof, Curious and simple manner of keeping Apricots fresh all the year. They all suggest awe and wonder. Usually there was stated in the title that such and such a Queen had used the recipe or it came from this or that country. I imagine this was to induce the reader to try them. The frontispiece of this book is a picture of the Modern Domestic Cookery, in other words the modern kitchen of a century ago. This is the pic- ture. In the room there is a fireplace in which is suspended a huge iron kettle, and several other pots and pans are arranged on a grate above the roaring fire. Before the fireplace is alarge mov- able cupboard, in which the dishes are placed to dry. The walls of the room are covered with kitchen utensils of all shapes and kinds. The chinaware is perched on long rails against the wall, and from the ceiling hang braids of corn and long strings of apples to be dried. Thus, the modern kitchen. From the foreword of this book I quote: Fc- males should be early taught to prefer the society of their homes, to engage themselves in domestic duties, and to avoid every species of idle vanity, to which thousands of them owe their ruin. However, the Domestic Cookery proceeds to lay out the course which a proper young lady of the 19th century should follow. Now for some of the dainties which they used to enjoy. How does this sound: To dress a calf's head for Baking. After having well cleansed the head, parboil one-half, beat up the yolk of an egg, and rub it over the head with a featherg then strew over it a seasoning of pepper, salt, thyme, parsley chopped small, shredded lemon-peel, grated bread, and a little nutmegg stick bits of butter over it, and send it to the oven. I am still curious as to what part the feather plays in it.