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

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LETTERS I never do get time to write Letters to the friends I like, Until their letters sent to me For weeks have kept me company. VVhen they at last my late replies perceive, The answers back which I receive Chide me because I plastered o'er Reasons why I did not write before. B. D., '35. SPRING Spring this year, like other Springs of years ago, Is whispering secrets from its cover Of clinging mud and melting snow. And sun and birds in pleasant show, In the sky, together, hover. The trees are creaking in the breeze And grasses rise along the way, Orchards everywhere, and in the trees Taps and bores, the wood-pecker, grey, And men at chores are all so gay, And children do not cry or tease. Spring this year, like other Springs of years ago, Is losing troubles with its cover Of clinging mud and melting snow. B. D., '35. SCHOOL TIME Bells ring- ' Books swing, Children run- All for fun, School time- Bells chime. Now in class- Do each task, Never waste- Make hasteg Learn each day- It will pay. Tho days be dreary- Never weary, Sun will shine- In due time. Your fist grip- Never slip. 1 .. The Blue G- White BEAUTY AND BRAINS She tripped across the study hall on her ridicu- lous French heels- All eyes were turned upon her, the room was hushed and still- She knew she was the object- Of a hundred students' stares- So higher rose That turned-up nose As she showed off her little airs. Her silken skirts swirled gracefully around her shapely limbs, Her brunette locks were cut and curled in the season's latest whim. Lipstick had been just applied, And smiling into her mascared eyes Some dozen boys Thought of the joys If she would only smile at them. Such poise! Such chic! Such feminine grace! But sad to relate, - Let's blame it on fate- Her achievements all lay in her face. N. C., '35, . i. GRADUATION Well, clear the stage, classmates, the show is over, We've said our lines and now the curtains close. The past four years fade into darkness with the foot- lights. Wipe off your paint-no need to longer pose. just four short acts and then the final curtain. The play, that seemed to us would last, is gone, For everyone should know that footlights fade, And the stage grows dark long before the dawn. B. D., '35. Seat, pedal, to wheels and away, Get to the seashore before the hot day Melts me like butter with its hot ray. Seat, pedal, to wheels and away. Ride right through Portland, twenty miles away, Many's the friend there will see us and say, I wish I could go with them to the bay. Seat, pedal, to wheels and away. R. P., 30. D .J J. ., '3 .

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VVestbrook High School . 4 , 27 At last, our hope and dream of seeing long- desired classic movies seems to' be nearing reality, never before in the history of the mov- ing picture colony have the directors been exerting their utmost energy in producing the great historical and literary stories which all educated people have come to know and love. just imagine your delight, if you like the sto- ries of Robert Louis Stevenson, when you see Long john Silver come to life on the silver screen in the person of the great character actor, Wfally Beeryg or that brave little lad, jim Hawkins, portrayed by Jackie Cooper, whose fame has become a byword among the American children! It would not surprise me in the least if after seeing this picture you were tempted to sit up half the night and dis- cuss the tales of old John Silver and review the incidents of the story, chapter by chapter. The beauty of the Hispaniola, with its sails spread to the wind, is a spectacle never to be forgotten. If you liked the story as you stud- ied it during freshman lligll school days, you cannot help but like Treasure Island, brought to you on the movie screen by those masters of movie kingdom, the M. G. M. studios. After we have seen these great actors and actresses perform such stupendousiroles in the great classics, it will be difficult not to asso- ciate them in years to come with the charac- ters of these wonderful books. Thus Norma Shearer will always be Elizabeth Barrett Browning. To those who are acquainted with the life history of Elizabeth Barrett and Robert Browning, the magnificence of the picture was remarkable. It is a perfect conception in all details of a classic moving picture, in which one feels that he is living over again the story of an ideal love between two very talented people. Robert Browning, portrayed by Fred- eric March, is all that one could wish him to beg when he offers his hand in marriage to the invalid sweetheart and says, Take my hand, dear, I have more strength than one man needsg let me share it with you, one realizes then the real quality of his character. If you were impressed by the ideal romance of the Brownings in biographies, you will be more than impressed when you see their love on the screen. This is also an M. G. M. master- piece. May they continue giving us such works of art, for these pictures are appreciated. VVith the cry for historical and literary mov- ing pictures constantly ringing in their ears, the Paramount producers gave us one of the most outstanding masterpieces of the year, Cleopatra How our hearts beat when we saw this picture on the screen! For years in our study of ancient history we tried, but in vain, to picture the beautiful queen of the Nile as her character was revealed to us in the writ- ten word, but not until the spectacle of C. B. DeMille reached our eyes did we fully realize the influence of her beauty. The triumph of a Caesar entering Rome, the beauty of moonlight on the Nile, the battles of Alexandria and Actium spurred 011 by the love of Anthony for the Egyptian queen-all these incidents made history again on the movie screen against a magnificent and lavish background. The captivating Queen of the Nile portrayed by Claudette Colbert, however, renewed our interest sufficiently for some of us to dig out our history books and review many worthwhile facts. Numerous other classics have been success- ful on the screeng such as, Louisa Alcott's Little Womei1, which won the hearts of all who had opportunity of seeing itg the dra- matic interpretation of George Arliss's per- formance in the House of Rothschild and Charles Laughton's role in The Private Life of Henry VIII. VVe appreciate these recent undertakings and look forward to their future efforts. L. W., '35. The snarling, raging breakers pour Their wrath upon the senseless shoreg The slimy rocks and grey-scarred cliffs With seaweed springing from their rifts, Foretell the doom of coming ships. E. I., '35,

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Westbrook High School I ' 'q I I 29 YELLS Um-italian of The Bellsuj Hear the children's many yells, joyous yells! VVhat a happy time they foretell! How loud they sound, sound, sound, In the sunny days of May! While the children all around, Yelling, can easily be found Everywhere the livelong day, Always yelling, yelling, yelling, In their ways of telling That they are care free and gay By their yells, yells, yells, yells, yells, yells, yells, By the joyfulness and shrillness of their yells. R. P., 'a5. WHY-SNOOKY VV here have you been all day long, Little Pussy of mine? You seem content, for you're purring a song. Is that a happy sign? VVhy is your tail so full of burrs? Explain yourself, my dearg And the Lord forgive, just look at your fur- It's badly soiled, I fear. VVhy did you come home at all, my pet? CI needn't Hatter myselfj WVas it because your paws were wet- Or the cream upon the shelf? XVhy do you look with such pleading eyes, Moanful little Snook? Ah, but to your tricks I've grown quite wise, And the meaning of this look. Why did I ever claim you as mine, Disobedient cat? Now stop your whining until I find Some meat to make you fat. Why on earth don't you ever come home, Vlfandering vagabond? You're away all day and at night you roam Across the neighl:or's lawn. Why are you rubbing against my leg, Crafty little kitten? No, I'll not forgive, even though you beg So prettily to be forgiven. Why can't you remember to be a good boy? And stop these escapades- And I'll buy you a catnip mouse for a toy To keep you from nightly raids. N. C., '35. THE THEATRE The theatre seems a land of dreams VV here some just go to see a show, To others it's a picture book At which they merely look. To her it is a winclowpane Through which she looks and not in vain, The lives of people, great and small, Are there before her on the wall. J. P.. um. QQ? 2AkUlIKN4D'lfVlLlIEllD1flMlEN'lfS In behalf of the Senior Class of '35. we, the Editorial Board of this BLUE AND VVHITE, wish to take this space to extend our sincere thanks to the following for faithfully support- ing us in this year of depression as in former years: To the S. D. Warren Co., who very kindly donated the paper for this yearbook. To the advertisers and subscribers. To Mr. Henry S. Cobb, whose cooperation is such a necessary factor to the success of our journal. To members of the faculty and Mr. Phil- brook, who have given many hours of their time in hard Work to make our yearbook a success. To all who have helped in any way in the publication of this BLUE AND WHITE.