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

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E - ' The Blue E-f White 20 The story jones told McKlusky was not quite word for word but the coach got the idea. Why, the little swell-headed pupl' he raved, pacing the lioor with his lists jammed into his pockets. He gets a taste of fame, and he thinks he is a sensation. Damn the newspapers! They've just ruined the best interference back I ever had l Oh, he'll be all right. jones consoled. He,ll be all right when the pinch comes. But he wasn't all right. He was replaced by a scrub in the first quarter of the Princeton game and never returned to the line-up. In the next two games he didn't play at all. He just sat on the sidelines and sulked. He thought the coach was not giving him a square deal. Sooner or later he would get his chance, he thought. The team wasn't going so good without him, that was cer- tain. They had lost two games already, both by the margin of a point after touchdown. They would realize he was needed, and when they did, he'd show iem. When the reporters inquired why johnny wasn't playing, the coach told them that he had water on the knee. The last and biggest game of the year was the game with State. Johnny hadn't had his chance yet. Friday night there was a big bonfire on the campus. All the students gathered around and sang the school song while the band played. Then they cheered each member of the starting team. As the students marched away they were shout- ing: Beat State! Beat Stateli' The day for the final game was a cool Novem- ber day, with a large crowd gathering to see the final duel. During the first quarter neither team could score, and between halves the coach paced up and down, threatening his players. In the fourth quar- ter jones broke loose for a twenty-yard gain. A pass was good for twenty more yards, placing them in scoring position. Richards l johnny jumped to his feet at the sound of his name. f'Get ready to go in there.', Johnny jumped over beside the coach. If they don't make a first down, you're going in and drop-kick. They failed to make the down. johnny went in for kick formation. He glanced up at the State team, ready with outstretched arms to block his kick. He was wondering if he could get it away before they could 'reach him. The ball came back to him. He could see State's line charging through. Instead of kicking he faded back and tossed a pass to jones, who twisted his way through for a touchdown. He then trotted off the field. The stands were still cheering wildly as he reached the sidelines, but not for him. The only praise johnny got was from Mc- Klusky. That's using your head, he said, They would have blocked a kick. R. P., '35. HOW WE LOVE IT How we sigh With relief When the winter has gone, When, once again, We can smell the sweet earth That is muddy and brown And see the water running all day Down the gutter, And the tiny springs Ooze up from the ground. How we hush And listen To the first trill of the frog That comes from the pond Filled with purple iris And tall, green cat-tails Swaying in the fresh, sweet breeze That seems like the breath Of the rising moon. How we laugh With joy And tiptoe to see The very first robin When he sings in the tree! And the buds, all green, Grow and burst in the sun, While the crocuses, in frocks Of the brightest colors, Seem strewn in the path Of spring. M W . ., '34,

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Westbrook High School ' 'A 1 A 1: 21 ANNALCO The hot sun beat down upon the peaceful little village of Annalco. It was mid-afternoon, not a breath of air was stirring. The intense heat was nearly suffocating and no living thing could be Everything seemed to be oppressed by an heard. ominous silence. The heavy straw-matted shades were drawn at all the windows of the low. strongly built plantation houses. It would seem, to a casual passerby, to be deserted, so still was the place. On two of the small haciendas that nestled on the side of a slope in the lee of the steep moun- tain, side-by-side, lived ,luan Marco and Pedro Blanco. life-long friends and neighbors. Both were sturdy, hard-working Spaniards, who had prospered well, too well perhaps, and the long barns were filled with livestock and fodder. On this day, however, neither appeared on his broad, screened-in veranda for a smoke and a chat as was their custom. The heat must have kept them inside the cool, dimly-lighted rooms of the hacienda. As the afternoon waned the sky darkened much more quickly than usual, casting strange, sinister shadows in the narrow street. Because of the pe- culiarity of these conditions, many people came to their doors and windows and looked out, gazing curiously at the sky. It was not long, however, be- fore their curiosity turned to desperate horror and apprehension. Within ten minutes, confusion reigned in the little village, which but a few moments before had been so still. Women ran shrieking into the streets, children cried out in terror and bewilder- ment, while men and boys ran through their homes, attempting to gather together all that they could of their most precious belongings. VVord spread rapidly through the village and within a short time, lumbering ox-carts and teams were loaded to their utmost. Other possessions were strapped on the backs of burros and horses. Finally, a long, slow procession trailed sorrow- fully out of the village, leaving behind only that which could not be taken away. After the little party had traveled wearily for many hours they made camp as best they could in a sheltered grove far from the dangerous spot. That night, after the women and children had retired, the men sat around the huge fire discussing the possibilities of regaining some of their most valuable possessions which they had been forced to leave behind. After much consideration they decided not to attempt to return to the fateful spot. juan Marco and Pedro Blanco were the only two who disagreed with the others. Although they admitted the danger of the trip, they resolved to attempt it early the next morning. They were brave men-these two. Early the next day a messenger brought in a report that the danger had not yet reached Annal- co but was rapidly advancing from a distance of about two miles. The men had a fighting chance. juan and Pedro left on their sturdy horses amidst much excitement. They rode like the wind and finally reached a point, about a half mile from the village, then paused on a high peak overlooking it. Here they could see for miles around. What a ghastly sight met their eyes! Far ahead the steaming black sea of lava rolled stead- ily on towards the village! The air surrounding them was already filled with the choking black dust. Both gave one last look back toward the sure freedom they knew was theirs if they chose it. Neither hesitated, however, for these men had a stubborn pride that even death could not daunt. They had started out to regain their possessions, and this they were going to do. As Juan and Pedro looked grimly upon the destruction already wrought and the swiftly moving mass of boiling fury, doubt filled their hearts and with it a prayer for their safety. The only sound besides the pounding hoof-beats was a terrifying rumbling and hissing noise as the intense heat of that awful black lava poured on the rocks and over the pure freshness of the green fields and trees. leaving behind it only the still decollation of that terrible curse, the volcano. As Pedro and juan reached the outskirts of the village they met small herds of cattle that had broken loose, stampeding frantically away from the increasing heat. The two men looked anxious- ly around them. I hope we're not too late, Juan remarked soberly.