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

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Westbrook High School No, said Malcolm. Malcolm said no more but turned toward the kitchen. Neva had now become lulled by the warmth of the fire and she soon fell asleep, on the floor, her ruflied hair buried in her arms. She lay so listlessly that it seemed she was never to rise again. Her sleep was deep and she moaned and her lips moved as she breathed. In the meantime Mother Dane had been treated by the doctor and had been moved quietly to a little wooden bed near the fireplace. The old woman watched with tears in her eyes, the young girl so sweet and so brave, lying near the bed. Malcolm came and knelt by his mother and he followed her gaze to Neva. She's brave, Maw. She's beautiful . . . and I love her, he whispered to his mother. Tell that to her, Malcolm. I don't need you tellin' me. I've known it for a long time. Mother Dane smiled tenderly. There was a quiet pause. Then Neva suddenly sat upright, her hands covering her eyes. Father l she exclaimed, breathlessly. Father, where's Malcolm? . . . Who shot him? . . . Get the new doctor! . . . Oh, Mother Dane, what'll I do ? her voice trailed into silence. The room was very quiet. Malcolm got up slowly and went to her, taking her hands in his. 'Tm here, Neva! I'm all right! You've been a dreaming. Her eyes wandered, seeing nothing. Gone, my Malcolm, was her only remark and she heaved a heavy sigh. She turned her eyes toward the fire- place and suddenly recognized it. Slowly, her thoughts collected. Neva, I'm here with you an' I'm going to stay. Malcolm grasped her shoulders and shook her gently. Once again she sensed Malcolm's voice and she turned to him with loving eyes. Oh . . . I'm awful glad . . . Malcolm. M. W., '34. I7 GIERMUND Giermund, the worn, the sage and ancient, Leaned on crooked staff and harkened To the wanton trill of a robin, drifting, A wisp of song, from a pine into the cool, blue air. In the haze of the early morn he saw The naked grey mountains and the pale Red sun, struggling in its ascent above The slumb'ring hayfields and the golden-tinged lowlands. The last, cold, wet stars had long Glimmered and withdrawn to rest when The harsh cry of the heron in the steaming Marsh wavered, dying into the silence, softly. The glitter of the last, dying patches Of snow that hid themselves in the woods, Sparkled, and the cold, fresh smell Of spring landscape rose about him. Giermund put aged hands to dry lips And whistled, clearly, piercingly, so that The robin harkened and answered, Tricked by the crooked old man of the woods and nature. While the river rushed, brown, into the Wide pool, rippled and patterned with Waves of current and wind, the first Serving wench busied herself with Milk pans and disappeared into the grey barn. The restless pines, moving rhythmically, Were beset by the weary east wind, That sloughed off thru their ragged tops. And Giermund, child of nature, was Thankful, and reveled in the Spring, loved the least trickle of water Over the hardy moss of the Cliffside, and Exulted in the sharp bite of the air, Laden with frost. E. M. P. G. T THE SWELL HEAD Anyone who has walked across a college cam- pus in the early part of September knows what johnny Richards was like when he came back in the fall of his senior year, shouting greetings from the taxicab that carried him from the sta- tion, running up the steps of the Delta house and tossing two suitcases into the hall by way of tell- ing of his arrival. He wasn't a star football player, but he had played two years on the varsity: he wasn't presi- dent of his class, or even vice-president, but when serious problems came up, they always called on johnny to see what he thought about them.

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'6 Hi, Neva. This be a pretty hard night fer a woman to be out. Neva stared into the fire. Yeah, 'tis cold, but I had to make one more trip before the worst comes. The two were silent. They heard Mother Dane working about in the little, cold room which served as a kitchen. They heard the fire roar in the little stove and the water boil loudly in the great iron kettle on top of the stove. Neva looked at Malcolm. He was thinking. She wondered why he was so still and what he could think about to cause this silence. Ere yer ailin', Malcolm, or what's gone wrong P she inquired. He shook his head. Yer lookin' well, and pretty as ever, he added in a lower voice as he looked into her sweet face as she gazed at him inquiringly. Neva's cheeks turned a deep red in the glow of the fire. She did not smile as he con- tinued to look at her, as she might have weeks ago. I can't understan' yer, she said at length. Yer know it's lonely here, just me and Maw. Yeah, I know, Malcolm. Neva seemed to sympathize. It's lonely down our way this time of year, too. No, yer don't know, yer don't know what I mean, Neva. I know when it's lonely, yer donlt have ter explain, she rebuked him sharply. It's always lonesome up here when the cold sets in and the snow falls and falls, and no one ever comes or goes. Seems as though you'd go crazy sometimes, don't it ? Hut, Neva, it's different with me. ' You're no worse off'n anyone elsef' she turned to him with an indignant stare. Malcolm clenched his fists. Yer think I'm not, eh? Well, never worry yerself about it. How be yer father and yer brothers ? Oh, they been on a trip up the river. Came home last week. They brought a new doctor up with them. I hain't seen 'im ,cause he went on up the river a few miles to old Hanold's to stay. Kinda far up, ain't it F I iiiiil The Blue fr White Yeah, and he might's well not a come, 'cause he won't be needed. Malcolm resumed his glum attitude and the two sat staring into the fire for nearly a half hour. Mother Dane could be heard, still busy in the kitchen. Not hearing the voices in the next room she came to the door and looked 111. I'll be with ye when I'm finished in my work, she said, and she turned and went to the stove. Malcolm and Neva turned quickly when they heard the great iron kettle fall to the Hoor and the boiling water splash. Mother Dane's screams filled the little cabin and, running to the kitchen, they found her lying on the floor, senseless, her clothes, face, arms, and hair dripping 'with the steaming water. Malcolm was stunned. He bent down and lifted her by the shoulders. Maw, Maw . . . , his voice left him and tears rolled one by one down his cheeks. Neva, she's dead. Neva appeared in the kitchen, her fur cap pulled down over her ears. fur coat buttoned high. I'll be back, Malcolm, she said and hurried to the back door. Malcolm ran to the door and shut it before Neva could step out. He was sob- bing with grief and the thought of Neva's leaving him now nearly made him crazy. Yer can't leave me now, Neva, yer can't . . . . Hush, Malcolm Dane, yer as 'spineless a man as ever I did see in these parts. May the woman ye get be pitied. I'm a goin' fer thet new doctor. You stay here with yer Maw, and she was gone. The dogs barked wildly as Neva lashed them with the whip. They ran faster and faster as the snow had begun to fall lightly. Soon the blizzard would come, blowing from the icy mountains in the north. She must get there and bring the doc- tor back. And she did. Hands and feet nearly frozen, her clothes and hair matted and moist from perspiration under the furs, she arrived with the doctor at the Dane's shanty two hours later. She threw herself upon the floor in front of the fireplace, exhausted to the point of pain. Later she turned and looked up to hnd Malcolm stand- ing beside her. Neva smiled. Yer Maw hain't a goin' ter die, she panted deeply.

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The Blue E-r White 18 Harry Jones was Johnny's roommate. He was also captain of the football teamg he was one of the most famous men in college. After greeting each other with back-slapping and hand-shaking, Johnny asked, How does the team look ? f'Not bad,'l replied Jones. Mortley isn't re- turning, but we got a pretty fair bunch of linemen from last year's freshmen. Albert is down in his studies and cannot play. The coach is figuring on shifting one of the second-string backs to take his place at end, but we'll have to dig up a drop- kicker some place. You used to do some of that at St. Luke's, didn't you ? . Jones talked on about football. It was his team. johnny was just a take-out back: the spearhead of the interference. He cleared the way for jones to make long runs around the opposing flanks, he helped to open holes in the line, protected the quarterback when he faded back to throw long passes. He was always near the man who got the glory, but never was the man. Only the coach knew how important johnny was in the machine. ,Iohnny even thought himself lucky to be part of the team. johnny reported for practice the next after- noon. Sorry you had to miss the early workout,', said the coach. 6'They mean a lot. Take it easy for a while and get limbered up. I want you to brush up on your drop-kicking. Jones told me you used to do some at prep school. VV e lost Kelly, you know, and we'll need those extra points after touchdown. On Friday, after a short practice, the coach called the starting team together and said, I Want you all to get a good night's rest, because the game with the Army is going to be a tough one. Up to that game. the season had been like other seasons to Johnny. He had cleared the way for his running mates to score touchdowns and gallop to glory. Making the point after touchdown had been added to .Iohnny's duties, a little change in the game for him. The Army had a rugged defense and it was difficult to gain ground through their line. Two or three times the team was in scoring position in the first half, but each time it was turned back. In the last half of the game, Johnny was called on for a field goal. Before the game ended, he had kicked live between the upright goal posts. Those were the only scores made during the game. The next day his name was in the head lines of the Sunday papers: Richards Kicking Sensation of Army Gameg Richards Kicks Five Field Goals l and below the heading in the first paper: Richards, just the fourth member of the fa- mous backfield, came to himself yesterday, cut- ting loose with the greatest exhibition of drop- kicking ever seen upon a gridiron. The next afternoon the Held was covered with photographers, taking pictures of johnny kicking. As a result of this Johnny became self-con- scious. When he crossed the campus, he carried himself a little more erect. He talked more than usual and found a great deal to talk about. He ordered freshmen about, and began cutting classes regularly. That Wednesday the coach began criticizing him about not taking the end out. Then again the coach said he was loafing. Then McKlusky put another man in his place and sent johnny to the showers. The next week it was worse. The coach was raving about Iohnny's not getting his man. You are just going through the motions. Johnny got sour and useless after McKlusky said that about him. At last McKlusky in des- peration went to -Iohnny's roommate and asked, Can't you Find out what's got into him? We've got to do something. That night in their room, .lones said, The coach seems to think you're gumming the works in the backfieldf' There's nothing the matter with me, johnny replied. Well, somethingis wrong somewhere, Jones continued. Now on those sweeps. for instance, I can't seem to get loose. The end gets in on me before I'm started. He's your man, johnny. Sure, he's my man! Johnny said roughly. And I'll get him out of there when it means anything. But what's the use of taking chances of getting hurt against the scrubs ?