Winthrop High School - Winthrop Winner Yearbook (Winthrop, ME)

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20 WINTHROP WINNER into the truck, went like sixty for Doc Gray unloaded my moto rboat, and transported you both across. EfIiciency personified, said Sylvia with a hint of her old' self showing through. She smiled weakly, You know, Pm beginning to think you make a better Sir Galahad than I do, after all. ' That's what you think. Little girls like you hadn't ought to by trying stunts like that anyway. Sylvia, if you had drowned- . His face went gray. No, rectified Sylvia, trying to be flippant, because tears burned her throat. You're a rotten Sir Galahad. You don't even offer to help a damsel in distress! At your service, m'lady! I'm trying, sighed Sylvia. To ask you to marry me. She didn't have to try Very hard. The End Comparison A frog with a white speckled waist-coat And a robe of dotted green Sat musing on a lily-pad And watched the moon serene, And watched the moon serene. And a great big bull-frog with long brown legs, From a neighboring lily-pad queried My great-eyed one, my pretty-paunched one, Don't you think it time we were married? Don't you think it time we were married? A maiden stood on the bridge above- A lovely young village queen, And she swayed to the tune of her 1over's croon And watched the moon serene. And watched the moon serene. Then he stopped the strumming of his old guitar For no idle words he parried, He caught her and kissed her, the brook whispered back Don't you think it time we were married? Don't you think it time we were married? M. Collins 137. Juniors We Juniors are quite witty At cracking jokes and such, And when it comes to sludying It d0esn't take so-much. We certainly are the leading class, And there is where we'll stay, Till we show 'em we're in earnest By doing our work each day. We Juniors deserve some credit For the work that we maintain, And in the end, we hope- It all will be our gain. M. Oakes. '37 Night Twilight is quietly creeping Over hill and dale, Soon the earth will be sleeping Shrouded with a misty veil. Songbirds have hushed their singing, Trees whisper secrets, age-old, Now God has gathered everything Safe, in his protective fold. Earth is silent with slumber, The moon steals out of the deep, Then, softly in countless numbers, The stars begin to peep. The darkness settles around us, In a ghost-like, mysterious way, To guard the sleeping universe 'Til the dawn of another day. Dorris Dow Y37. The Senior Class of '36 Time glides swiftly on, School days will soon be o'er, As a class of Seniors We will meet no more. Classmates bound together By ties of friendship true, Leaving Winthrop High behind us To enter fields anew. We must take up life's duties, Though they be great or small, Success, glory, honor, Lie before us all. Helen Cummings '36. Storm When stomi clouds gather, dashing hopes raised high, And rain falls from a blank and leaden skyg Then one feels the surge of something infinite and grand That makes Sorrow the guiding spirit of its stand, And drops a tear for every widowed, suffering heart And tears the veil of human souls apart! Giving just a single glimpse of that beyond- And then with one heart-rending, lightning Hash is gone. Marjorie Collins 137.

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WINTHROP HIGII SCHOOL 19 ster laughing at her feeble efforts to battle it. For five minutes she struck sharply upstream, fighting it with all the strength of muscle she possessed. Her eyes were becoming accustomed to the dusk and she could see cakes of ice swirling swiftly downstream, could see also that she was losing ground. But even when she knew that she had lost, she battled with sheer grit. Then a huge something loomed up above the boat, struck it sharply. She felt the boat shiver, splinter, heave-then she was tossed into the chill spring waters of the creek. It seemed that she was whirled down for endless minutes, but she fought her way to the surface, in- stinctively flung out an arm -and touched the log that had crashed into the boat. Weakly, she dragged herself upon it. No use trying to swim in this cold, stormy water. The rubber rain- coat pulled at her as it Was, weighing her down. Water-soaked and shivering, she clung to the slimy surface beneath her. The log itself performed strange antics in the current, swapping ends in a whirlpool, bounding sidways as an ice floe struck it. Just then a sha1'p stab of lightning illumined the creek-a creek which by now resembled a river. Showed black ugly torrents everywhere-but only a few feet to the right, through the gray sleet, Sylvia saw the shore-line, slipping by like a friendly arm in the storm. So near, and yet so far, thought the girl in a strange Hash of humor. Then another ice floe boomed against the log, tossed it like a toothpick into the air. Sylvia hurtled through space. She was vaguely aware that she screamed twice before she struck-not an ice floe, or whirling flood waters, or another log -but MUD. Sticky, soggy, mud that meant one thing only-land. Relief surged through the girl-she had a hysterical urge to laugh aloud-only she couldn't, because her face was buried in the' mud, and she was too weak to laugh, anyway. Then a beam of light struck down- ward, piercing the curtain of rain. Sylvia-Sylvia, was that you? My God! He knelt beside her. Gary! Believe it or not, giggled the girl hysterically, trying to pull herself out of the mud. It IS me. Then remem- bering, she sobered. Gary-get Doc Gray. J unior-awful sick. A very old- fashioned thing to do, she thought. faint, as she drifted off. But everything was all right now, with Gary there . . . It was sunlight and very cosily warm and dry, when Sylvia began to know that she was still alive. She was in the middle of the featherbed in her room at the Lyns, and it felt surprisingly good. There were flowers on the dresser, the stand beside her bed, the windowsill. Medicine smells perireated the room. Staring out the window, with his hands thrust deeply into his pockets. stood a rather familiar figure. How long, asked Sylvia, Have I been absent? He whirled and came over to the bed and put his hands on her shoulders and -Sylvia drew a deep breath: You shouldn't do things quickly like that, she smiled, It might be bad--for my heart pressure! . Well, Doc Gray says you had a con- stitution like a horse to pull through anyway, grinned Gary. How's Junior? Out making mud pies. And Mr. Lyn? Strange intuition urged the question. Gary's pale face answered it. He-didn't come back, dear, he said quietly. T1'agedy lurked, after all, in the shadows of the sunny day. With the sudden, first terrified understanding of youth, Sylvia knew that you couldn't buck Fate. Suppose it had been Gary, down there in the dismal burying ground of the swamp? She shuddered with horror. How did you ever get me across? she asked quietlv. Then involuntarily, Poor Mrs. Lyn. I know. His understanding sym- pathy quieted her nerves. I was afraid you were hurt, but I couldn't stop to make any examinations. I dumped you

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is the money always loaned? WINTHROP HIGH SCHOOL ' 21 Where? Where is the latest scandal known? Where are the latest fashions shown? Where In the library. Where are the arguments the longest? Where are glances always fondest? Where are teachers the dog-gondest? In the library. Where are all the pennies Hipped? Where are we when classes are skipped? Where are reputations ripped? In the library. Where are events discussed? Where Where are assignments cussed? all the fond hopes crushed? are In the library. B. Webb, '39 Winthrop High School Winning always Intense in thought Never failing Thoughtful toward others Hoping for the best Reaching toward the highest On to victory Pleasing others Honest in purpose Ideals are high Gracious in manner Helping others Sincere at all times Choosing the right High traditions One for all On the top Losing never Maynetta Mace '37 Glenis Richards YJ7 Helen Faulkingham 137. The Sunlight and I We went walking out together, the sunlight and I, Myself upon the velvet turf and he through the azure sky, We played in the brook and we laughed at the sea, And they laughed back at us, the sunlight and me. We went walking out together, the sunlight and I, And paid no heed to a thousand souls we passed by, And we played down in the meadow andthe grove and pasture, too, And after all was done, dear love. I wandered back to you. The sunlight smiled and climbed and hid Beneath a cloudbank in the sky- So we'll watch and wait together, sweet, And bid the sun good-bye. Because while we walked together We heard a bird's love-cry, And so we made a vow, my love, The sunlight C?J and I! M. Collins '37. 'True Experience Never Ends Classmates and students, teachers and friends, Humorous experience never ends And so to you I'l1 try to repeat A funny story that can't be beat. I While I was a waitress at a nearby place The family doc said I had a case He said all I needed was a rest And BED was the place that he thought best. I made up my mind, and I said NO! To bed I was sure I would not go. A couple of pills he gave me to take He said it was for my very own sake. I went back to work to serve a lad, He thought my case was very bad. My head was thick, my nerves were tense, And what 1 said made little sense. When to the cook my order I'd taken, She thought I must have been mistaken Then what did I do but begin to bawl And was there a reason? No, none at all. They carried me out and took me home, They didn't trust me far, alone. When I struck that bed, I couldn't think, I went to sleep, quick as a wink. When I woke, fa few days afterj T here was much fun and lots of laughter, They razz me to this very day, Do I OBEY the Doc ? I'll say! Helen Faulkingham V37.