Winterport High School - Riverside Yearbook (Winterport, ME)

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We ffiversi ERNEST D. STILLMAN ERNIE Live today for tomorrow may never come Born 5 Cross Country 4. Ernie came to join OUI1 class two years ago. During these two years we have found him to be a loyal friend and a real sport. He was a valuable member of our Cross Country champions this year. May you always be as prompt in your life's work as you have been in getting to school tlhis year! RAYMOND WELLMAN BILLIE He was a little fellow and a merry one. Born Baseball 1, 2, 3, 45 Basketball 1, 2, 3, 4, Track 2, 3, 45 Class Presi- dent lg Class Vice-President 2. Billie, we can't help but admire your sp'rit for in spite of your size you have accomplish- ed muoh. Your athletic record .speaks for itself and above all, while this' reccrd has been in the making, you have been a gentle- man and a good sport. VELMA B. WOODMAN VElL.MA Happy am I, from care I'm free, Why can't they all be contented like me? Born 9 Sophomore Recital, Senior Drama 3, 4,5 Joke Editor of The Riverside 4. Have you ever noticed how Velma is al- ways smiling no matter whether she is in French class or in the physics lab? She just can't help looking good natured. May you al- ways keep your sunny disposition, Velma. Class Honor Group Delma Clarke John Birmingham Valedictory Salutatory Myrtle Cllark Thomas Birmingham Honor Essay Honor Oration F i l Nine

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K' ,,1. lb javer 6 CQ' SW Eight BERTHA A. NEALLEY Bert Good temper is like a sunny day, It sheds it's brightness everywhere. Born 3 Basketball 2, 3, 43 Personal Editor of The Riverside 4g Track 2, 3, 45 Sophomore Recital, Vice-president of Student Council, Senior Drama 4. Bertha, our expert typist, with her ready simile and even disposition has been very popular with everyone. Last year s-he return- ed from Monroe with a prize cup awarded for outstanding performances in track, and what a. game of basketball she can play! The best of luck, Bert . FORD D. PERKINS BUMPUS Faint heart never won fair lady. Born , Track Squad 2, Sospho- more Recital 29 Joke Editor of 't'Dhe River- side 1. Bumpus goes about his work in a quiet, unassuming way. Sometimes we hardly know he is present but we will not mistake his si- lence for we all know Bumpus . His good nature has won him many friends and we suspect that the new Ford will win many more! GEORGE M. RITCHIE Nothing is impossible to industry Born 7 Baseball, 2, 3: Manager 4, Track 2, 39 Manager 45 Basket- ball, 3g Manager 43 Class Treasurer 43 Per- sonal Editor of The Riverside 45 Manager of Senior Drama 43 General Manager of In- door Circus 4. George must have accepted this maxim be- cause his hard work and dependability have made him appreciated by both student and teachers. His favorite studies are Physics and chemistry. We need not wish you success, George, it is yours for the asking. IEN A. SHANKEL 'lHis smile was like the setting sun. Born Baseball 1, 2, 3, 43 Cap- tain 4g Basketball 1, 2, 3, 4, Track 2, 3, 43 Class Vice-President 3, Athletic Editor of The Riverside . In Ien we have one whom we all like to call friend. His pleasing personality and constant good nature have drawn many to him. His broad grin is always,to be remembered. Win- terport High loses a student, an athlete and a gentleman when Ien graduates this year.

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1 7 'Ttje Qiversi et LITERARY DEP RTME T The Brave Robber The wind shrieked outside the cottage and the rain pelting down, ran in tiny streams from the ,top to the bottom of each window pane. Mrs. Fred Morris' baby girl of two years was standing at the window and looking with interest at these tiny streams, trying to trace them as they fell and ,ran to the bottom of the pane. It was dark outside and dismal. The little girl soon turn-ed away and faced her mother who sat in a large morris chair beside a table, on which were a. few books and a brightly lighted electric lamp. The baby had caught cold and she cough- ed often. As she turned, Mrs. Morris said, Come away from the window now, Beth dear, so you Won't catch more cold. It's very chilly outside. The child obediently came to her mother's side and, decidedly bewitching with her golden curls, large blue eyes, and chubby face, said, I want some 'pupper ' Cmeaning supperl. All right, darling. You .shall have some. Come to the kitchen with me. They went to the kitchen, where Mrs. Morris prepared a simple supperg They ate she put Beth to bed. No- togetherg then ticing that the child was feverish, she be- came worried. She returned to the kitchen and washed the few dishes have left them said, I might they had used. She could for Emma to do, but she as Well do them. I have nothing else to do. was Mr. and Mrs. Morris' 'Ihe cottage summer home in the country. It was very beautiful yet a simple house. It contained many valuable things, Emma, their one maid was visiting her sister for the even- ing and Mr. Morris was in town on busi- ness, expecting to return early next morn- ing. It was very quiet except for the frequent coughing of the baby and Mrs. Morris, standing at the white sink washing the dishes had time for many disturbing thoughts to go through her mind. Ten She thought how terrible it would be if her husband were hurt or even killed while returning next morning 0She shuddered at the thought and quickly dismissed it from her mindb. Then she thought, What should I do if a robber should come and try to take our valuable things: the paintings or the jewelry. She finished washing the dishes, took off 'her apron, and hung it on the closet. She passed into the sitting-room and, taking up a book prepared to- read. The baby's coughing disturbed her often and she could not become interested in her story. She picked 'up avmagazine, looked at it, and put it back in its place. She again took up her book, ia mystery play, and at last succeeded in becoming interested in the story. The time passed quickly and, looking at the clock, she found it to be nearly midnight. She let her book slip in- to her lap and li.stening, she heard the baby cough very severely. Beth had been asleep, but now, Mrs. Morris could detect a differ- ence in the sound of herf, breathing. Alarmed, she hurried to thegbedroom. Rushing to the bedside, she leaned over the child, who was breathing heavily and at times gasping for breath. The frightened mother recognized the symptoms. She has the croup. What shall I do? There's not a doctor within a mile and the telephone is out of order. I can't take Beth out to-night. If Emma were here-, but she isn't. I shall have to lcave Beth and go for some one. She had become very agitated and now, having decided to go alone, .she rushed to the hall. Snatching a slicker, rain hat, and rubbers from the rack, she put them on hurriedly. She pulled open the heavy door and rushed out into the night. The wind blew in her face and it was very dark. As she stepped to the walk, her path was blocked by a masked man who drew a revolver. Mrs. Morris stopped wlth a gasp. The man said, Quiet.HBut wait, where is the safe? Mrs. Morris screamed, My baby is dying.