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

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23 Carpentar turned and sneered, What do you want a nurse for? Going to tell her to be sure to keep me tucked in, I suppose. No, not that. I want her to help mef' VVhat do you need help for, you're all right ? Not quite all right, Arnold, you see I'm blind. COLLEGE HOLIDAY JEANETTE LIBBY, '41 My husband and I were both working and our going to school. younger daughter, Sheila, was This left our house closed about all day. I always returned at three o'clock in the afternoon. This was before anyone else arrived. One day, when I came home, there was a fire in the stove and there were soiled dishes by the sink. There were more dishes than my family could ever hope to dirty in one meal. More curious than frightened, I went from room to room in search of my untidy guest. I went upstairs feeling much like the Seven Dwarfs hunting for Snow VVhite. I found no one asleep on my beds, as I fully expected, but my bathroom was a sight never to be forgotten. My shower curtain was hanging by one hook, my very best linen guest towels were rolled into wade, and thrown hither and yon in the tub. I would have enjoyed sitting right down in the center of that dreadful scene but I fell to and in a half hour I had the room restored to its usual appear- ance. I then decided to repair the havoc in the kitchen. I had finished cleaning and started to get supper when my husband and Sheila came in. I excitedly told them the mystery of my untidy guests and I must admit that I was quite annoyed when my husband threw his head back and laughed heartily, thought. 'ACome in fact much too heartily I out to the garage, dear, he chuckled. I went, saying to myself, Nothing will surprise me now, but I was mistaken. My beau- covered with placards saying: tiful sedan was MAINE WILL ININI' and HHOORAY FOR MAINEX, The wheels had been painted blue and white and painted on each window was a huge HM. Finally, when I opened my mouth to ask who, what and where, I heard a noise or I should say noises. Advancing with Hrs, I-Iello's, and VVhen do we eat F were my brother, Bob, and four pals. They were going to visit me for a week, they said joyfully. Having arrived early, they wouldn't pass up a refreshing shower and, of course, they had to have a lunch before they went out. Gee, Sis, exclaimed Bob, how do you like the car?V We've got it all decorated for Saturdayls game. Do you want to go with us ? I thought to myself No, no, a thousand times no! ! I said aloud, No, Bob, you and the fel- lows go alone. This is your holiday, not mine.' How true! I spent hours repairing the damage done by my college pals on a good old college holiday. UMMMM! ETHELYN IQNIGHT, '39 High school students, if you haven't the heart of a lion, the slyness of a fox, and the strength of an elephant, either be sure to eat a large break- fast before going to school in the morning or resign yourselves to starving until one o'clock. Don't point out the possibility of eating a lunch at recess. I'll tell you Why not. VVe'll say that you have three apples for your lunch. That should be enough to stay your hunger until you can have dinner. You successfully guard them from borrowers until recess. Being inexperienced, you start out gaily to join your so-called friends. I will allow you to reach your friends without bringing up the possibility of your being seized by the throat from behind and the apples being demanded of you by hungry wayfarers. After meeting your friends you are gradually impressed that all is not well. There's an odd current in the air. As you examine your asso- ciates, they seem strangely pre-occupied. Let me enlighten you. They are displaying studied in- difference, the object being your apples. N ow, you take a bite, meditatively, savoring not only the taste, but also the delicate scent which is waited beneath your nose and also, unfortunately, under the noses of the less fortunate mortals near you. Now watch carefully.

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,W H K w 1 22 AADT: KST! began to stumble and fall. More went down, and now the few that had survived were crawling on their bellies as Bill was doing. They had reached that part of their orders that read, f'Every man for himselff' Their attack had failed before it was hardly started. Another move in this chess game of war was ending in a forfeiture. After an eternity Bill fell into a shell hole that was deep enough to conceal him. He flung him- self into the mucky bottom and wept for joyg he had been granted a few minutes' reprieve. Look- ing up he discovered another khaki uniformed body lying beside him, its owner mouthing vicious oaths as he nursed his bloody left hand. At almost the same instant the other looked up and saw Vanner. It was Carpentar, the violinist. MSO glad to see you. Won't you come in and sit down? It's only a small place I have here, but I'll try to make you comfortable. Carpentar smirked. f'Thanks, old chap, awfully nice of you to invite me in this way. Dastardly weather outside, Van- ner responded and then added more seriously, You've been hit. Can I help ? I cut my hand on a strip of that wire we've got strung up around our little garden out there. Nothing but a flesh wound, but it scared me at first. You know what the loss of a hand would do to me. Ruin my career, and I don't give a tinker's damn for life without my career.', Vifhen the scream of a shell had died away, Carpentar added, 'It looks as though this might turn into a week-end party. ' We'll have to hole up here until it gets dark. I think we can sneak back after nightfall without being picked off, Vanner advised 5 and they settled to wait for the protecting blanket of dark- ness to be drawn over them. They grew to know each other quite well in the long day they spent in the cramped quarters of their refuge. Finally night fell, and there came a lull in the skirmishing. They crept quickly out of their hole. They rose to their feet and ran across the muddy, body-strewn ground. A sniper in the enemy trenches spied them, and blazed out at them. They threw themselves to the ground and waited. Carpentar started to rise again, when suddenly, earth, heaven, and hell blazed forth in crescendo of flame, sound, and flying shells. 'Their own artillery had started a barrage which was falling short, and they were trapped in it. So this was their welcome home reception. Well, there was nothing to do but make yourself as small as pos- sible and pray, and this they did diligently. In the trenches, despite the noise of the guns, hilarity, which was the aftermath of the morn- ing's tension, reigned. A commotion down the line soon drew attention, however. The news came up that Vanner and Carpentar, the two that had been among the many missing at roll call, had been trapped in the barrage, and the word said that Vanner had staggered in carrying Carpentar, who was badly wounded. Two weeks later, a nurse aroused Carpentar from his lethargy to inform him he had a visitor. l'How are you, Arnold ? Vanner ventured. You know damned well how I am, curtly replied the man in the bed. 'Tm sorry to talk this way to the man who saved my life. But I've de- cided I don't owe you a great deal at that. I'm ruined, my career stolen from nie. All I'd dreamed and planned was taken from me when they amputated my arm. What good is that life you saved going to do me, now F Oh, you'll get along all right, Arnold. There are plenty of others going back in the same condi- tion. I'm sincerely sorry about your career. Sorry!-Sorry about my career! Huh, why didnlt you think of that when you saw me hit? NVhat did you trouble yourself to bring me back for when you knew I'd have to face life like this? No! I don't owe you a thing, you brought me back to a life of dependence on others. And be- sides, who are you to talk? You're all whole. You haven't lost any of your limbs. All you got for your trouble was a good scare. With that Carpentar turned his face to the wall, silently informing Vanner that his sympathy was not desired. 'Others can overcome handicaps, so can you, Arnold, but if that's the way you feel I'll go. Will you ring for the nurse F Vanner asked.

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241 The first one whom you regard glances away quickly, but not before you catch the wistful gleam in her eye. You suddenly acquire a guilty feeling. Now look at another person. She ill-conceals a hungry glance. Her neighbor is actually staring at your apple. Quickly you examine the apple for an inhabitantg but no, its juicy whiteness re- proaches you for the guilty thought. Now, here comes the crucial moment which de- cides your future happiness. The person of the wistful gleam queries, f'XVho'll lend me a nickel? I'm so hungry. You feel dehnitely uncomfort- able. The bearer of the hungry stare asserts, l wish T had an applef' A protective sensation enshrouds your sensibilities, but she of the pointed scrutiny speaks to you with just a suggestion of pugna- ciousness. VVhat are you eating Fl' As if she didnlt know! you mutter silently to yourself. Ah, well, it's three to one, you ob- serve, counting to yourself carefully, Uhetter not Fight it outf' Being just a weak human being, you succumb. But just why do l discuss Mussolini's usurpation of Ethiopia when things such as this are al- lowed ? you philosophize. VVith a heart-rending sigh and a last look, you part with two apples and share the third. My moral is, t'Eat breakfast at home or bring your breakfast cereal to school, thus circumvent- ing all encroachers lying in wait to ruin your enjoyment of life. Beware! 3. R?-E.. 'v-ef, ,-we . 'li-'iii-i fi' Q 3 T - A llie: Lifg, 35 1 ,y S T , 1 . sf cu N S E... L-Wyff ........ , - Shes Q-ei CHECKING ACCOUNTS V ' IQQT SAFETy DEPOSIT new T 're Pew- A ' . f ,S .ily M41 1 Yi BOXES -I HMM if .' Vi ' ' F T, j Fri I it anda SAVINGS AccoUN'rs T ' ' nilllnfg I, .fy E l L. 4 E 115-f.f' M. .- I l sf TRUST DEPARTMENT W T-3. - 1 5 'fer i ' f. ij all f' .. fi lg r ll-we . il, -' Ffa! r f- ,,,,.,,.y- -.. WESTBROOK TRUST COMPANY Your Home Bane MEN1BER or FEDERAL DEPOSIT INSURANCE COMPANY