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

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Westbrook High School 23 Hlfiztllec Square Zgeauig Shop Permanent Waving a Specialty EULALIE TETRAULT, Operator 20 Bridge Street, Westbrook, Maine Telephone 3 Qzzably and Accuracy I The best that Drug Stores keep or do The Vallee Pharmacy JOHN C. MOORE, Proprietor l i l l l l l l t l Zilsias Zgeantg Shoppe Permanent Waving a Specialty ELSIE COLE RUBY CLARK Operator Assistant 6 Fitch Street, Westbrook, Maine Telephone 85-R A. M. ANDERSON Choice Confectionery, Soda and Ice Cream Tobacco and Cigars ALL THE LEADING MAGAZINES AND DAILY PAPERS In RUUY Vallee Square, WeSfbf00k, Maine Q Telephone Connection 843 Main Street l PRESCRIPTIONS Qifowerr-hr All Occmzbm 7 Carefully Compounded with the Highest N S Quality Drugs obtainable, at 108 LONGFELLOW STREET 'FELEPHONE 116 Raymond's Pharmacy The Nyfzl Store 870 Main Street, Westbrook, Maine SPECIAL PRICES ON TflfPh01'f 379 i YOUR GRADUATION BOUOUETS EAT MORE or MORIN'S CANDIESH WHITMAN,S AND SAMOSET Home Made f CHOCOLATES S Ice -- . Cream f Baseball Goods Fishing Tackle CANDIDS i mg Try Our Date Nut Q . , MORIN'S CANDY SHOP Mlllef S Pl'l3I'1I12lCY 877 Main Street, Westbrook, Maine 3 Cumberland Street Cumberland Mills

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I .'. The Blue E-r VVhite 22 No, I think we shall save most of them in time, responded Pedro, pretending to have mis- construed juan's meaning. VVhen they came to the two haciendas they separated, each going to his own corral. They threw open the doors and began hurriedly driving forth what was left of the bewildered cattle. Steadily on came the torturing blistering heat, nearer and nearer, hotter and hotter. lust as the last steer was leaving Pedro's corral the maddening rush of molten lava reached the end of the village. Both glanced up quickly, unaware in their excitement of the nearness of it. Good God, gasped Pedro, the lava-it is upon us-we are too late l-Do you hear me F'- Too late! His last words were drowned out by the thundering noise of the onrushing lava. Three days later all was silent once more and the hot sun shone down on the desolate waste, where but a few days before lay the peaceful security of Annalco. J. P., '35, HOME I'll build a tiny cottage Upon a high hilltop, A cottage on the pathway Where oft a stranger stops, A cottage with tiny windows And the doorway open wide, Where, when the cold north wind blows, Makes welcome friends inside, A cottage with a winding path, With trees and flowers lined. Where oft a stranger in the dark The cottage pathway finds. Some day a grey-eyed traveller Will happen up the path And make the little cottage A cheerful home, perhaps. J. L., '34, HOW I FELT ON MY FIRST SOLO FLIGHT For the past two seasons I have been working at the Portland Airport with the hope of some day being able to fly a plane alone. The first sum- mer I worked for pay with which I bought my student's permit and an old motorcycle which I used for transportation this past summer. Last summer I received flying instructions in return for my work. After two and three-quarters hours of instructions I was given permission to solo. The sensation I experienced on this first solo flight was quite different from what one reads about. I have read and I have been told that when a student looks at the instructor's empty cockpit, he realizes that he is entirely dependent upon him- self, which, of course, does not steady his nerves. I have also been told that one becomes tense and is likely to forget, at the critical moment, that which he has been taught. I have often been asked if I hesitated when I was given permission to fly alone, but as a matter of fact, it was the instructor who did the hesitating. What the instructor thought of my flying can be judged by the fact that he asked me to please wait until he got under cover before I attempted a solo. Cnce in the air I felt a great difference from former flights with my instructor. I did not feel panic stricken or anything like that, for through- out the entire flight my mind was occupied with the thought of how lucky I was to have at last accomplished my great ambition. The change which I did notice was the great difference in the way in which the ship performed. The plane climbed just about twice as fast and handled with much greater ease. After reading of the experiences of the stu- dents in regard to getting permission to solo, I judge that the attitude taken by mv instructor and myself is somewhat contrary to that of others. This is what Richard K. ,lames C a student pilotj wrote in his diary in connection with his first solo: Sunday, November second: I practiced take-offs and landings a while with Solly Chis regular in- structorj making corrections, and scolding all the time about 'Pull the stick back the instant the wheels touchl' Finally I made a correct landing. He said, 'There, that's all I wanted to see, I'll have Husky Canother instructorj check you out.' 'Husky' and I took off. I made three take-offs and landings: then 'Husky' climbed out and said, 'You're O. K., go ahead l' I said, 'What do you mean? Solo ?' He said. 'Yes.'

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I Ilnll The Blue E-r VVhite 24 My heart skipped a beat and I took off without looking in the front cockpit. I circled the field in a wide circle to the left and I was thinking, 'Well, Ol' man, you're up here alone, you just gotta put 'er back down there.' I made a fair landing, and when the wheels stopped rolling, I just sat there and said aloud to myself, 'All alone! I did it all alone! Wheel' Perhaps the reason for the contrast in our ex- periences is due to the factthat I might have been a little overconfident. T. V., '35. THE MYSTERY HOUSE On a small country road in the town of Gor- ham, there is a house that is very noticeable. It was built by Henry Wadsworth. Longfellow's grandfather so the street on which it is located was called Longfellow Street. The house itself is a big, square, two-storied There are two tall, stately elms which seem to stand guard over this mansion. The house itself is a big, square, two-storied house with many windows. The front entrance is beautifully designed with artistic work which is characteristic of these old-fashioned buildings. One thing which especially held my eye was a big square chimney protruding from the middle part of the house. I often questioned the purpose of that square chimney, until one day I went to investigate. Since the house was not then occupied I went out back and crawled through a window which I found unlocked. The rooms were big and airy, although now very cobwebby and dusty. From one of the rooms a long winding staircase led up- stairs. All this I took in at a glance for I was interested in that chimney which I had seen from the outside. I finally found that it came down through a small dark room in the center of the house which, from its appearance, I deduced was formerly used for some kind of larder or store- room. The huge chimney occupied the middle of the small room while around it were shelves and cup- boards for storing food. After examining the chimney for a while, I noticed a small ray of light coming from between the bricks. So I took a small metal bar which I found and inserting it between the bricks, I tried to open it. At first it did not budge, then, all of a sudden, I felt it slowly opening upg I pried harder and a small door about three feet long and two feet wide opened, admitting a faint ray of daylight. What had seemed to be solid bricks on the out- side was simply a small door covered with a thin layer of brickwork. I crawled through the opening and looked up to see small steps about eight inches wide leading to the top of the chimney. I then climbed to the top where there was a small platform on which four men could easily stand. On looking out I found that I commanded a complete View of everything surrounding me. Although I have never found out for sure what this hiding place was used for, I surmised that it was a secret place to hide and defend the building in case of Indian attacks. R. T., '36. THE MOUNTAINS As I gaze at your mountains in the distance, I have a feeling I cannot explain, As a steel is drawn to a magnet, Reluctant to release again. You hold me unbelievingly bewitchedg Memories, illusions and hopes Seem to rise from I know not where And rest on your rustic slopes. But lo, when the spell is broken, I'm tackled with heartache and pain, I long to remain in your shadows, Vfhere peace and quietness reign. L. P., TH. THE YOUNGEST OF THIS YOUNGER GENERATION Very often most of us have heard mothers, aunts, grandmothers and occasionally the older male members of our family and friends remark, Oh, this younger generation V' We usually laugh