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

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30 WINTHROP VVINNER Now to discuss another side of life with you. Do you enjoy nature or are you so wrapt up with plans for your next social that you fail to notice the beautiful sunset or Mother's Garden? Are you, by chance, one of these people who never enjoy nature unless it sets off the latest style 'I of your home or perhaps the green foliage of Mother's hedge creates a marvelous background for your new dress. VVe should all realize that nature is more than just a background for us, a stage upon which we are to show off. It is really one of the most beautiful things of life. And if we are going to really enjoy life and be really happy we must enjoy our surroundings for what they are. Mary Cushman, '39, The Faery Fish Once, in the land of VVillow, ruled a king who had a daughter of unusual beauty. News of her blue eyes, golden hair, sweet smile and gentle personality reached all over the world of Make- believe. Every day the king would see many new suitors coming to seek his daughter's hand in marriage. Not one would he ever claim as his son-in-law. He was getting very weary of talking to all these fellows and sending them away and his daughter was not going to marry a good-for-nothing, worthless prince, so he derived the plan of a faery fish . Quickly he summoned his pages and am- bassadors of business to help carry out his plans. First, his pages were to bring his magic ring and with this and a few words he placed a beautiful silvery pond just outside the palace walls. Then with another twist he had a faery hshl' placed in the pond that no man could catch except one who is pure of heart, ambitious and many other likable charac- teristics. Then he had his ambassadors of business send to all parts of Make- Believe VVorld the notice that no man could come in request of his daughter's hand unless he caught and brought the faery fish with him to the palace. Princes came and princes went but none were able to catch the faery fish no matter what plan or devise they used. The King and Honey Gold were about ready to give up hope of the right man coming when one day they noticed a young man walking down the trail sing- ing as he came. He was walking not riding on royal splendor as the others did and he was alone not with ten or more servants. Yet there was something about him that brought a Hush to Honey Gold's cheek. In her heart she knew he was the right one. Oh how she hoped he caught the faery fish and that he was worthy. There was no great show of wealth, as by the others, but the Prince, he was a prince of huge wealth, walked up to the pond and with the simple hook, line and sinker, caught the 'K faery Hsh on the hrst throw. Happiness reigned all over the King- dom of VVillow at the perfect match of their princess. Alida Bowens, l38. The Forgotten Playground Merry laughter and shouts of glee rang through the tall trees of the VVill- iams' Playground. From early morning till late afternoon the familiar sounds could be heard. . Paper packed in an old can near the gate was burning and the smoke seemed to dance about with the children. The table made of rough boards and the long home made bench took care of seventy- tive little hungry mouths. The old rope swing carried them up to the branches of the tree and the saw-horse gave them many merry rides up in the air. Now the closed gates have fallen from their hinges and the table top has rotted away. The old home made bench has long been taken away. A sad sight to behold The Forgotten Playground. Rachel Kinney, '38

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XVINTHROP HIGH SCHOOL 29 let's drink to your cleverness, eh? old man ? Paris in the Spring! The boastful young man walked along the street with a carefree swing in his arms. He was rid of jones now. Ha! ha! he really was clever at that. That evening in his suite Bradley took out the sapphire and turned it over and over in his lingers. Suddenly the door flew open. He looked up. His face turned white. jones was standing before him! He said, I know what you're here for, jones, but it won't work, see? It wonlt work because I won't let it! A shining metal object flashed in his hand. jones raised his hand and gasped, No! Bradley! wait! I--- No! jones, it won't work, it's mine and I'm going to keep it, see ?'! jones suddenly grasped his wrist and both men struggled fiercely. The gem dropped to the floor. Then a shot rang out through the room. jones staggered back and fell, lifeless, to the floor. The hard, cold, shining stone glittered up at Bradley mockingly. At' that instance, across the ocean, in the richly furnished room of a large es- tate, a beautiful sapphire gleamed forth its brilliance to a pair of deep, blue eyes. A soft, low voice said, Oh! You lovely thing! How lucky I was not to have worn you that evening instead of that horrid paste and imitation!! Barbara French, '39 Watching the Clouds Often in the summertime Upon a hill I go To sit and watch the clouds go by lVitl1 stately grace and slow. I like to watch the changes lVhich the gentle breezes make To see the graceful forms The wind-blown cloud banks take. Ruth Knowlton, '39 Are We Getting Enough Out ' of Life? It is very hard to determine whether or not most people get enough I' out of life. The people who seem to be getting the most out of life are often times the very people who are really failures. Their appearance of gaiety is just a shell built up, to hide from the world and also themselves, the fact that their lives are meaningless. On the other hand, the person whom you see every day going about his own business quietly enjoying the little things of life is very apt to be the person who will be the happiest. Happiness does not depend upon action, excitement, thrills, rush and ballyhoo . In fact, happi- ness which depends upon these things is not true happiness but just a hollow thing which will easily disappear and leave only a nervous strain behind. Do you enjoy the right things? Is your happiness built around the right kind of life? Take for instance the people around you. Do you enjoy the elderly people as well as the K' younger set ? You should always remember that the young may die soon but the old must. Remembering that fact, you should spend all of your available time with your older acquaintances and, whether you think so or not, you will find that the older people are much more entertaining, interesting and uplifting. Children too are easily slighted. Do you remember the other day when you were already to go out for a walkwith your best churn that you were too busy to notice little johnny who lives next door? Or maybe, I am ashamed to say, you neglected him because perhaps he had a dirty face or soiled clothes. Perhaps you never have time for little sisterys who, crying over a broken doll,', you scorn- full y say. But you should remember that she is much smaller than you are and that things which seem very small to you are large to her.

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VVINTHROP HIGH SCHOOL 31 A Description of a Person Around the bend of the dusty road appeared the form of a slowly moving figure. VVhen it was in full view it re- vealed the countenance of a man. His haggard and drawn face bore the marks of the hot sun. Long stringy gray hair clung in knots at the nape of his neck. The dust blending with the perspiration on his face erased all traces of identifi- cation. A wide brimmed hat, flattened on the top, sheltered his head. His stature, which was at one time tall, was deprived of its length when Age placed a crook in his body. His long hooked nose was in harmony with the rest of his face. Two long yellow teeth projected above his lower lip. His long arms dangled loosely from the sleeves of his ragged and dilap- idated coat. His pants weighed down by gravel he carried in the cuffs of them, clung stiflly to his body. The smell of warm leather emerged from his soleless shoes. Now and then a muffled groan escaped his lips. But this disregarded human trudged along, making in himself a very strange picture. Annie Adams, i38. Just Smile Wlieii old man trouble, trouble you Don't give up in despair just keep your chin above the clouds, There's sunshine way up there. just think of better days to come, Of better health to gain And then lim sure that you will see The sun shine through the rain. If you will share with someone else Said trouble of their own VVhen you look back to pick yours up You'll find that they have flown. So when you think that you are pressed And you are so abused just look about and you will see That others are ill-used. Floyd Smith, '40 Jan In far away Sweden there lived a little girl. Her home was a small hut on the edge of a town. She lived with her mother and father. She had a little dog named Bim, and a cute cat named Ginger. Tuesday was her day to keep house for mother. Mother always went to market on Tuesday and sold her cheese and milk. VVhen Tuesday came Janis mother started to market and as soon as she disappeared over the hill jan decided to play with her cat, Ginger. After a short time she became tired of this and decided to go see her grandmother who lived a short distance away. So, jan put on her bright red cap with a big ball of sheeps wool on top. She got her bright red coat from the closet. Then she started out. The sun was shining and she stopped to watch the birds, singing in the trees. Soon. jan became sleepy so she curled up under an old tree. Presently she was in slumber land. She dreamed she was in fairy land. Little elves led her to a small hut in a deep forest and told her to enter. It big was a beautiful little house just enough for jan. There was candy and jan cake and a lot of good things to eat. ate a lot until her belly was round and full. She saw a pink dog and a red cat and oh! a lot of other things. jan had eaten so much she felt very sleepy. Bun, a little elf dressed in Royal purple showed jan a bed in which she could sleep. It was a very small bed and jan's feet went way out over the top, then the sandman came and she went to sleep in dream land. jan awoke with a start and stared all about her. She jumped up and started for home, for it was getting dark. When she reached home her mother was getting supper. After supper she told her story to her mother. Then she became very sleepy and her mother tucked her in bed and jan soon fell asleep. That is the story of a little girl in Sweden. Ruth House, ,3S.