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

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NQRTHEASTERN UNiviERsiTY - 'P bl, .Jw w....', - .gy Elyfgfff 'ts College QF Liberal Arts Offers a broad program of college subjects serving as a foundation for the understanding of modern culture, social relations, and technical achievement. The purpose of this program is to give the student a liberal and cultural education and a vocational competence which Hts him to enter some specific type of useful employment. College gf BUJZIZEJI Adminirfralzbn Offers a college program with broad and thorough training in the principles of business with specialization in ACCOUNTING, BANKING AND FINANCE, or BUSINESS MANAGE- MENT. Modern methods of instruction, including lectures, solution of business problems, class discussions, professional talks by business executives, and motion pictures of manufacturing pro- cesses, are used. College Q' Engineerzizg Provides complete college programs in Engineering with professional courses in the Helds of CIVIL, MECHANICAL LWITH DIESEL, AERONAUTICAL and AIR CONDITION- ING OPTIONSL ELECTRICAL, CHEMICAL, INDUSTRIAL ENGINEERING, and ENGINEERING ADMINISTRATION. General engineering courses are pursued during the freshman year, thus the student need not make a final decision as to the branch of engineering in which he wishes to specialize until the beginning of the sophomore year. C0-operatziue Plan I The Co-operative Plan, which is available to upperclassmen in all courses, provides for a combination of practical industrial experience with classroom instruction. Under this plan the student is able to earn a portion of his school expenses as well as to make business contacts which prove valuable in later years. Degrees Awarded Bachelor of Arts Bachelor of Science For catalog or further information write to: MILTON J. SCHLAGENHAUF, Director of Admissions NORTHEASTERN UNIVERSITY BOSTON, MASSACHUSETTS

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e Y 12 SNAP! KENNETH STONE, '38 Are you the monstrosity who has the nerve to tell George that you are sorry not to be able to lend him a pencil when you have a whole pocket- ful? Probably you are not. Hence, when the fel- low in front of you asks for a pencil, you take pity on him and make the loan, pardon me, the gift. On Monday morning, you usually have a pencil, a pen, and some ink. Immediately your neighbor begins to cast longing glances at your bottle of ink when his pen runs dry. The girl in front of you has just finished her examination, and you are hurrying, struggling to complete your paper in the best way possible. After a few moments, your neighbor finally feels that he has endured the suspense long enough. May I borrow some ink? I will return it when you need some, he pours forth in a solemn mono- tone. But when you need some, does he have any to return? For that matter, does he ever have any to give you? How often you are asked to make a loan with no hope of return! But there is still another side to look at. As a representative of another type, you are supposed to be a hard-hearted person, someone who has no love for his fellow classmates, a per- son who has no pity for these people who never have any utensils of their own. Again your friend asks for a pencil, but he is instantly repulsed by your terse reply, I am sorry, but I have none to lend. Do you ever have any of your own? You were trying to borrow a pencil yesterday, weren't you F Almost every person so repulsed has only one thought--that you are cruelly selfish. So the battle proceeds through the week. At last you arrive in school on Friday. Even the air makes you feel the freedom which will be yours tomorrow. So far, you have repulsed the desired loan, but on the dawn of freedom the cloud breaks. You and your friends are taking an examination which is not required to be done in ink. The girl in front of you is writing furiously across her paper. Now the inevitable happens. Suddenly the point of her pencil sinks into a hole in the desk. Snap! She is in a quandary. VV hat shall I do? Shall I ask the teacher to lend me a pencil to finish P she thinks. In the in- tervening seconds, she looks at you. You look at her to see what caused the sudden noise. She is human, so instantly she asks you for a pencil. Could you refuse? After all, she is a friend of your brother. The pencil is passed, thus solving her problem. Again you have broken your reso- lution to give presents only at Christmas. THE CRYSTAL TREE CAROLYN SIMPSON, '38 This morning I awakened early, And looked across a gleaming field of white. Tall pines had made a background, solely For beauty of a lone elm's sparkling height. All ice encrusted was the elm, so lovely That I grew breathless with a keen delight. A tree of wondrous beauty, surely One spun of glass by fairies in the night. These pictures painted by old Mother Nature Are planned for us to give our days more zest, And gratitude we feel, that for our pleasure She gives us always, only of her best. For us to see and love and treasure, But always we must share it with the rest. ADVENTURE IN THE NIGHT AUGUST GALLANT, '41 One night, when I was about three years old, my mother was tucking me in bed when all at once a terrified look spread over her face. She broke into song, and sang at the top of her voice in French. I became frightened and started to cry, still she sang on and pinched me to make me cry louder. After a few minutes, that seemed like hours, someone knocked at the door. My mother opened it to let in our neighbor and a policeman. Then she came over to me and told me that she was sorry that she had had to pinch me. She said that she had sung to her neighbor, who under- stood French, to call a policeman, for there under the bed was a burglar.

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, ' V B 4 s 14 lI.!i'i ! THE CHILDREN'S ESCAPADE SHIRLEY Lowau., '38 It was a beautiful day in August, the sort of day that makes the people in the cities Hock to the beaches. The waves were rolling in on the sands, bringing with them a fresh salty breeze. Further up on the cliffs the breakers were dashing against the rocks, sending great sprays into the air. Some sand-peeps were running along at the edge of the water and in the distance could be seen a yacht with its beautiful white 'sails silhouetted against the blue sky. Down on the bank of the river where the ocean flows in to wind lazily in and out of the marshes formed by the Sperwink River, some small boys were building castles in the sand. They were wait- ing for the tide to go out so that they might take Peter's rowboat and cross the river. VVhen the tide goes out, it leaves a sand bank high and dry so that there is very little distance from the other side. When you have crossed this stretch of sand, you come upon a small rocky beach. Further along this beach are cliffs, where it has been said that Indian arrows have been found. There is a large farm farther up, where one can see cows and horses grazing on a very green hillside. As the boys sat waiting, Peter, a boy of seven, with blond hair and chubby brown arms and legs. asked, Where shall we go when we get across ? Oh,', replied Michael, we can go every- where. Don't forget the tide will be coming ing we car1't stay too long, this from Philip, the largest of the boys. l'd like to go up on that hill and see if we can catch one of those horses. Gee, wouldn't it be fun to get on one and play cowboys. Peter's eyes glistened. I'll be an Injun, put in Michael. No, the old man might give us the dickens if he saw us on them,'l cautioned Philip. Pd like to explore those rocks over there 5 maybe we can find a treasure. 'tOh, look who's coming, fellas, Michael mut- tered disgustedly. It's Valerie. Gosh, we don't want her tagging alongf' Peter exclaimed, rising to escape the nine-year-old child with sturdy arms and legs who was fast approach- ing them. Hello, called Valerie sweetly, Hwhat-cha doing P l'Oh, nothing, answered Philip, winking at the others. 'lWhy donlt you go over and play with Betty P I don't want to go over there, pouted the little girl 5 'KI want to stay here with you ! She seated herself, and not looking at the boys began to pat the wall of the castle that was beside her. All right, fellas, called Philip, who had been watching the ebb of the tide. HI guess we can get across now. Come on. Can I come? cried Valerie, jumping to her feet. The boys looked sheepishly at one another, then Philip replied, No, you can come some other time. Girls wouldrft like what we're gonna do. But seeing how broken-hearted she was, they told her to come along. When they reached the other side, they pulled the boat far up on the sand bank and walked over to the beach. ' Let's go up to the spring, Pm thirsty,', sug- gested Valerie. All right, gang, come on, agreed Philip, patronizingly. Only a short distance from the salt sea water, they had discovered, the first time they had crossed the river, a spring which was filled with cold, clear water. When they had each had their drink, Michael suggested they go further along the shore through the shrubbery ahead, where they had never been. All agreed with this plan and off they scampered. As they came bursting into the clearing, they saw a small white cottage with a flower garden which was now almost over- run with weeds. Racing each other to the porch they hesitated, wondering if anyone was inside. Peter tiptoed across the porch and peered into the window. Nobody is here. He motioned the others to join him. I wonder who lives here P