Newport High School - Live Wire Yearbook (Newport, ME)

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NEWPORT, MAINE The Ordeal He was deathly afraid! His palms were wet, his brow was clammy, yet his eyes were clear. He knew the task confronting him, but he would face it like a man. His mother would be wait- ing tearfully at homey what would they tell her? To face this ordeal with a stout heart would make her a suc- cess as a mother: but if he failed, she failed too. But he wouldn't fail, he'd be brave! He did owe her that much before he started that long walk. During all his existence, hadn't she shielded and protected him from earth's trials and hardships? His father had died two years after the birth of his son, and his Polish mother had to be both parents. But she had done it! Even though she had slaved in a factory fourteen hours a day, she had provided him with all his needs. All this sacrifice and heartache! Was it to be of no avail? Fate is not al- ways kind to those mothers who suffer. And now ,........ Wouldn't it have been better to have had all the gang come and witness this tragedy? No! In life they had looked upon him as a hero and leader. He must bear this alone and bravely. They were all younger than he, and it would never do to have them see him afraid. His legs were unsteady, beads of sweat streamed down his strained features, and his hands shook as he raised them. There it was again! That awful throbbing pain: it kept pushing up into his throat. It threatened to choke him, and yet when he opened his mouth to give vent to his feelings, -V - W . . f.15 no sound came forth! He wanted to scream and cry and beat his hands on those massive doors he would have to pass, but no! His efforts to scream were rewarded with only a muted whimper, like that of a beaten animal. He sank to the ground on one knee, while tearing sobs wracked his frail body. He shook as if by the passing of a blighting wind. Suddenly his shoulder straightened, a look of rever- ence passed over his tearful features. Didn't God take care of all his earthy mortals? Of course! It would be all right, for, hadn't he prayed every night since he was condemned to this fate? He breathed a short prayer and then again raised his eyes to the frighten- ing spectacle before him. Here it was! Looming up like a monstrous rock of granite, it was an awesome sight to behold. It's great, grey structure, with window and wide massive doors, climbed three stories skyward and ended in a flat surfaced roof. Give up hope, all ye who enter here. It was not printed over the door, why? It should be there, for there was no escape after he once entered. He was doomed to a life of hell under its stern keepers. But he could face it! He strode resolutely forward and stood in front of the grim portals with No. 1 labeled at the top. That was where they all started, No. 1. He was ready now, his courage returned, let them come! Just then a bell clamored through- out the building, there revealed, stood the head man. His great, cruel form approached. In a second, that fear was returning to the condemned. He turned as if to flee, but a heavy hand was dropped on his shoulder. Slowly

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1QQQ,f THE LIV E WIRE ll ly' i, ,if is Josephine Varney ' 'Jo' ' General Course Class Marshall, Journalism Club 3, English Club 4, Car- nival Queen 4. Here's to little Josephine, who's cheerful, sweet and small, And when it comes to breaking hearts, our Josie beats them all. Opal Wade ' ' Wadie General Course Monticello High 1, Ricker Classical Institute 2, Class Chaplain, Senior Play, Carnival Play 4, Glee Clubs 3, 4, Journalism Club 3, 4, Sec'y 3, 4, Home Makers' 3, 4, Vice Pres. 4, Cheer Leader 4. Opal likes her garden fair, where flowers often grow, But now and then she pulls a Weed . so others'll have a show. Virginia White Ginny General Course Honor Part, Class Vice Presf 1, Senior Play, Junior Speaking Alternate, Carnival Play 3, Glee Club 4, Vice Pres. 4, Student Council 1, 2, 4, Speech Club 1, 2, Athletic Club 1, 2, 3, 4, Sec'y and Treas. 2, 4, English Club 1, 2, 3, 4, Sec'y and Treas. 3, N Club 3, 4, Sec'y 4, French Club 3, Basket- ball 3, 4, Winter Sports 3, 4, Cheer Leader 4, Dramatic Club 3. Virginia likes her beaux quite tall, But Rendall seems to beat them all. Frederick Witham Freddie General Course Class Prophecy, Senior Play, Athletic Club 1, 2, 3, 4, Vice Pres. 4, N Club 3, 4, Winter 'Sports 4, Boys' Glee Club 3, 4, Mixed Glee Club 3, Football 3, Track 3, Basketball 4, League All-Star Team 4. When the arrny- es get Fred, We're sure he duck all the lead. Qln jiliemuriam To the late Clyde Drake, whose death during his Fresh- man year was deeply grieved by all who knew him. His death was a great loss to the class of 1941 by whom his mem- ory will be forever honored.

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16T Y' ' WK' M' W' I ' WY K wzn W THE LIVE WIRE he shufiied toward the dreaded build- ing. The head man said, You'll be O.K. when you are inside for a while. It was an attempt at gruff kindness, just to lighten the burden. At last the dreaded moment was here ......,.. lt isn't every day that a six-year-old enters public school! George Ernest Condon '41 Willoughby Reforms What does the place look like? asked the little girl, Joan. Oh, I don't know but they say he is awful mean and hateful. replied Billy. Will he hurt us if he finds us here? continued Joan. I dunno. said Billy. Joan Thompson was an orphan, five years old, whose parents had been killed in an accident two years before: so from that time Billy's parents, Mr. and Mrs. William Moore of Sunnyside, had been taking care of her. The two children were close companions, and one day while they were playing to- gether, wandered farther than usual and finally arrived at Willoughby Hill. They saw the old house of which they had heard so much: and child- like, they were very curious. When they found a hole in the fence big enough, Billy helped Joan through. Now they were on John J. Willoughby's property. As the child- ren looked over the place they could see that the windows were shuttered, the doors closed and the old knockers rusty, the lawn unkept and a look of general neglect was over the whole place. They were just going toward the old fountain when someone called. They looked up and saw a tall, thin and rather stooped man. One could tell from his appearance that he had become old before his time. They stopped short, then as the old man spoke again and started to ap- proach them, they started to run to get away from him. Again he called - - more sternly this time. They returned at his command clinging to each other. In order to understand the circum- stances, the reader must go back a- bout thirty years to when Sunnyside was more thickly settled than it is to- day and John J. Willoughby came with his wife Margaret and baby daughter, Alice, to live at Sunnyside Heights, as they called their home on Willoughby Hill in Sunnyside, Con- necticut. The people of the town accepted them as neighbors and they had won everyone's heart before being there a month. Each person envied the one who was invited to Sunnyside Heights, and each one eagerly relished his in- vitation. But soon all joy turned to sorrow, as an epidemic of typhoid fever raged throughout the whole village. Then John and Margaret Willoughby were loved more than ever by the citizens, for with their wealth, more doctors and nurses were hired to take care of the sick. At the same time Margaret helped the other women of town as a nurse. Then one day Margaret was taken ill with the fever. Everything possible was done, but in vain, she was completely run down, and before long, died. Not long after Margaret's death Alice too was taken