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

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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.

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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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30 The Blue fu- White S llli N lll 'ID lilo S ll? A ll ll S lil lll 'IU S 9 HAZEL MARION BCYD-GENERAL Hasty She looks a queen. How shall we ever get along without that wonderful smile of Hazel's? Pastime: Smiling. Ambition: To marry Dickfensj. General Appearance: The Blond Venus of the class. ROBERT L. BRY'ANT-GENERAL Rev Alumni Editor of BLUE AND W'HITE, News Editor of Spotlight. God's in H-is lzeavcng all's right with the world. Robert was elected the Class Minister. He certainly would make a good one. Pastime: Using the dictionary. Ambition: To be a minister. Failing: Biographies. FREDA MAE BURROWS-COLLEGI: B. Freed One day in the country is worth a month in town. Although Freda is very quiet, she has made many friends in and around school. Pastime: Walking. Ambition: To live in the city. Failing: Paul. EARL MARTIN CHRISTENSEN-INDUSTRIAL Chris Basketball C4, 33. The pleasing ffunislmzcnt that 'women bear. Keeps your heads, girls, and don't let our class heartbreaker mislead you. Pastime: Breaking hearts. Ambition: To get into a basketball game. Failing: Getting scratched. FREDERICK EDWARD CLARKE-GENERAL Fred Vice-President of Class 125, Senior Reception Committee CBJ, Basketball C4, 3, 2, lj. This is the short and the long of it. We thought Freddy learned his alphabet in grammar school, but we find that he didn't get further than D. E. ' Pastime: Going to the D. E.'s. General Appearance: Tall, dark, and handsome. Failing: Staying conscious an entire basket- ball game. ARTHUR S. CLARKE-GENERAL Art Football flj. I judge people by what they might be-not are, nor will bc. Arthur is a popular member, especially with the girls. Oh, well, we can't all be handsome. Failing: Finding his way out of a museum. Ambition: To throw Bull Martin. General Appearance: Noisy.