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

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I I I The Blue Er White 24 BoB HARRISON: Yes, this is the place, all right, but where's Dick? I must see him and tell him about the car, I'm having a little trouble with the engine. BILL: Usually fellows about to be married are hours before the time. What's that you have there, Bob? BOB: Oh, this is a present for Isabel. I didn't mail it for fear her father would open it, he does, you know, open all of her mail. You know, Bill. I wonder if Dick will ever regret marrying this jewish girl. Her father can make it pretty hard for Dick. BILL: Dick gets' into scrapes, but he pretty nearly always gets out. I'm beginning to think something is wrong. VV ho's that? BOB: Sh! Sh! Here comes Dick now. fE1zter Dick.j DICK: Hello, Bill, Bob. It was swell of you fellows to wait here so long. VVhenever you need my help to elope with anyone as fair as Isabel, I'll help you. You notice I say as fair, for no one could be fairer than she. Hi! Isabel, is that you in the window? ISABEL: VVho are you? ls it you, Dick, dar- ling? DICK: Yes, none other than me, dear. Are you ready? For in an hour you will be my own blushing bride. , ISABEL: Here, Dick, catch this box, for it is full of some of Father's bonds and money. I'm indeed glad it is dark, so that you can't see me dressed in this costume, for you probably would change your mind about me. Father will never recognize me if he sees me. DICK: Hurry, Isabel. Is your father still as bitter about our love, Isabel, just because we possess different religions? I remember when he first reminded me of the fact after he learned I was a Christian, and how he hates Christians. But let us be happy for tonight, dear. My road- ster is down the street a little way. At least, it is mine for tonight. I borrowed it from Bob. As for your clothes, darling, I would love you if you were dressed in overalls. ISABEL: I will lock the doors and get a little more money: we will need plenty, you know. just one minute, my dear. ' BILL: She certainly isn't very much like her father, the miserly old grouch. DICK: I love her very much. And there's one thing to my credit, I'm taking her out of her misery here. Come, Isabel, let us hurry. Iim much obliged, Bob, for the roadster. Bois: Isabel, I want to give you this little pres- ent, it isn't much, but just something to remind you and Dick of Bill and me. Well, congratula- tions, Dick. So long. BILL: So long, Dick. Come, Bob, we will be late for the Mardi Gras just as sure as anything. ISABEL: Thanks a lot -for the present, Bob, and Dick and I will always remember you as our pals and true friends. DICK: Come, Isabel, it's getting late. Take just one last look at your home, for it will be the last time you will see it while you are single and belong just to your father, for soon, very soon, you'll belong to me. ISABEL: Oh, Dick! I do hope we'll always be happy, very happy! FINIS. A SHORT CUT Heavy trucks were roaring in and out of the garage of the Williams Trucking Company in Springdale, a small town in western Maine, where the largest shipping business in that part of the country was carried on with Bos- ton wholesalers. Three great trucks traveled from Springdale to Boston every night, loaded with native goods and returned with city mer- chandise. On the night of October sixth of last year, three great machines with everything perfect- ly adjusted, stood in front of the garage of the VVilliams Company, loaded and waiting only for the drivers. Soon two of the drivers ap- peared, reported at the office, and immediately started for Boston. The driver of the largest of the three trucks was half an hour late re- porting at the oHice. Overslept, he blurted at the clerks, for he was still half asleep. He stumbled out of the office and climbed sleepily into the great ten-ton truck which was waiting for him. He turned a key, stepped on the

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VVestbrook High School A 'YAAHAQ' n 23 CHARACTERS ABRAHAM ROSENBERG, a rich and miserly Wall Street broker. ' ISABEL ROSENBERG, daughter of Abraham Ros- enberg, a spoiled and rattle-headed girl, very much in love with Richard Browning. RICHARD BROVVNING, a young architect in love with Isabel. JAMES, servant to the Rosenbergs. BILL SUTHERLAND, friend to Richard Brown- ing. BOB HARRISON, a friend to Richard. SCENE I Living Room of Rosenberg Apartment. Time, 1.45. N fEnter Jlffr. Rosenberg and James, his servant. I MR. ROSENBERG grappling his cane impatientlyj : Isabel, eh? Isabel, uh? James, I hope your new master Cardoza will prove to be as lenient with you as I have been. I-Iumphl I'm Sure he will not let you sleep and doze just when you feel like it. Eh! Isabel, are you upstairs? Isabel! JAMES: I-s-a-b-e-l! Oh, Isabel! MR. ROSENBERG: Shut up! Keep still, you ill- bred numbskull, who told you to call her? JAMES Cmecklyj : But I thought I was doing my master a kind act Ctimidlyj. I Isabel e1zters.j ISABEL: Father, did you call? MR. IQOSENBERGI Yes, I am invited to a ban- quet, Isabel, but I doubt if I will go. Mr. Car- doza means nothing to me. He's only asked me because he's hoping some favors. After the way l1e's used me, too, the rat! But I guess I will go. I may make some business contacts. I feel, Isabel, as though something would happen to- night. I had a bad dream last night. I-Iumphl lVell, I guess you'll begin to think your father is foolish, worrying his little daughter with all this rot. JAMES: I'm sure my master will enjoy the banquet and the beautiful ladies, for Mr. Car- doza does expect your presence at his banquet, Sir. ISABEL: Of course, Father, please go, I am sure you'll enjoy the banquet. MR. RQSENBERG: Eh? and what will my little daughter do all alone this evening? Of course, dear, you want your old father to have a good time. But, Isabel, don't bother your pretty head about that crazy Mardi Gras and the people making fools of themselves in the street tonight. Tell Cardoza I will come, James, and get the car ready. Isabel, lock up the doors and windows and read, sew, play the piano, but do not attend the Mardi Gras, where no Self-respecting girl would be seen. JAMES Cto Isabelj: I am sure, Isabel, if you will look out the window you'll see someone you'll like. MR. ROSENBERG: Eh? Eh? What did you say? ISABEL: I-Ie just said, Good-bye, Isabel. MR. ROSENBERG: Uh! He'd better not con- verse with you, Isabel. Good night, my lovely little daughter, I will not be late. ISAREL: Good-bye, Father. fasidej and if my plans do not fail, you will have lost your lovely little daughter by nine o'clock tonight. Uixit M if. Rosenbergj ISABEL: James, how did you happen to know of my plans tonight? ' JAMES: If my mistress will permit me to say it, I overheard your telephone conversation with Master Richard this afternoon. ISABEL: Well, just as well I suppose, for there's little that gets by your eyes and ears. JAMES: Yes, ma'am. I mean-no ma'am. Can I be of help to you in any way now before I leave for my new job? ISABEL: No, just tidy up the house a bit. I am going upstairs to get ready. Uixit Isabel. 2 JAMES: The foolish, foolish girl, instead of marrying one of her own religion as her father wants her to, She is making it very difficult and Sad for her poor, old father. Foolish, foolish girl fshakes headj. fExits.j SCENE II On lawn outside of Isabel's home. Time, 8.30. fEnter two friends of Richard B1'owning's.j BILL SUTHERLAND: Yes, this is the house all right, where Dick told us to wait for him. 4999 Prospect Park VVest.

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VVestbrook High School 4'. 4'A'- 'A ' 25 heavy pedals, and away roared the truck, hum- ming like a dynamo. There was just enough chill in the air this season to make the warmth of the cab com- fortable. joe rather enjoyed his long ride through the night, while the rest of the world was sleeping. Past darkened farmhouses, through deserted villages they sped. To Joe the loneliness of the dark hours seemed to im- bue the truck with a personality which fur- nished him companionship on the journey. To- night the smooth regularity of the motor seemed to urge him to close his eyes and finish that nap. Don't worry, I'll be all right-all right-all right it said. The farther joe drove, the sleepier he became, until finally, after nar- rowly missing a couple of telephone poles, the great load of cargo, now almost completely out of control, plunged from the highway. Fortunately, for both joe and the merchan- dise, the land was on a level with the road at the place where the truck leaped. For miles across this level stretch there was nothing growing but corn. Joe continued to doze! The big truck crashed along at its same terrific pace, mowing down cor.nstalks six feet high. As it plunged, it leaped through that unlucky crop of corn, but Joe slept on, lulled by con- fidence in his big truck. Finally, the bumps in the field became rougher and rougher as the giant wheels crashed again and again. joe awoke with a start. He looked at the speedometer. Fifty miles an hour! I-Ie glanced ahead of the great radiator. and to his surprise, he found the highway to be full of what appeared to him to be trees. Still halfway between the land of dreams and reality, he decided to investigate this strange terrain. He climbed to the top of the load to get his bearings and lo and behold! he was only about ten yards from the direct road to Boston. I-Ie had, unbeknown to him, crashed through tive miles of cornstalks, thus cutting off a large number of miles. joe was the first of the three truckmen to reach his goal. NVhen the other drivers ar- rived with their shipment, joe was questioned concerning his speedy delivery. Ohl it was nothing, 'we' only took a little short cut, he chuckled. . ' A. F., '36. THIS GENERATION Each year on the first Monday of music camp, all of its members Walk the historical paths of Castine to the rock-bound seacoast for a marshmallow toast. A half hour after supper the one hundred boys and girls began the two-mile hike through the grounds of a country club, the backyard of a pretentious summer home, and up an old tote road. Finally, after following a long wind- ing path, we Went down the side of a steep the seashore. Soon all were grouped various fires laughing, talking and singing 'while eating their marshmallows. After we had eaten as much as we could, Harry and I decided to take a walk down the shore and see the new swimming pool. just as we were to go out of sight of the party, I looked back and to my surprise saw that they had left the shore. Harry thought that we should start in the direction of the camp from where we were. This will be a short cut, and probably we'll get back about the same time as the rest, he remarked. ' I hope so, because if we are not back when they check up, I'm likely to be campused for a week, I answered. Here the ledge was steeper and more diffi- cult to climb than the one we had come down. VVe managed to make it. There was no path to follow, so we were forced to hurry through the underbrush as bert we could. Finally we came to an opening. VVhat a beautiful spot! It was smaller than the average house and was surrounded by tall, even pine trees. How odd that there should l:e such a clearing as this in these wild woods! Harry was saying something about his lik- ing to have, later on, a little log cabin there for just him and me, when suddenly some- thing startling caught my eye at the opposite end of the opening. Harry stiffened and I knew he'd seen it, too. lfVith great curiosity cliff to around