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

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gf' -.-i.. Y if ' 1? 4 if f 3 A N Ylwz-A Qi. . 2' 'z -5- 'N LITERIY-R THE OLD SCHOOL ln a seelnded spot it stands. now einptied ot' those eehoing footsteps whieh onee re- sonnded throngrhont the various 1-ooins. Alone. unperturhed. nnlnolested. and un- notieed it is. It served its purpose to its highest degree only to he left tor a hetter situated. more tnodern, and larger strne- ture. llaqvlre this wooden home has its own l'eeling:s.l1ut how to express theni Y lt ean- not tell ot' any hnrden upon its aneient shoulders. lt eannot' ery out a pain whieh IIIZIIY he hid in its hosoin. Tllt'1't' is no way to express its happiness or sorrow. Sup- pose words were at its eonnnandl llow would thelv he put into words of our nn- derstanding'? ln harsh. volnhle tones? Oh. no! lt would he merely expressed in a hurt feelingg in a quiet undertoneg it would afterward shrug its shoulders and live in silent nieniories. All of our former sacred desks, ehairs and other things, in which probably our initials were scratched. have been taken from their places. Our hlaekhoards where we onee spent pleasant inoinents drawing: pietnres or. perhaps. t'lfl'ltl'lllQ' eonlplieated prolvlenis, are now taken from their I'orn1- er positions, The old eorner hy the hook- ease where nian-v peneils. pens. paper and ink v-.ere horrowed , is not for- gotten. hut is no longer ringing with our voiees. 'llhe old hell whieh we loved and dreaded still retains its tainiliar hum hut now it sounds fainter and has grown xteaker lreeanse it eannot eall ns to our elasses. The old steeple eloek looks neross the town and wonders what it has done to make ns leave. Van anyone look aeross to the top ol' that building' and not reeall any nieniories or lll?l'X'llt' wish he were there 'Z llut let our feelings not he niisnnderstood. We are glad ot' our new huildingr. proud of it. and in it are going: to aeeoniplish more than ever het'ore. nor eonld we ever go haek to our earlier home. lint who can ever forget when he was a student. under its roof? And now we look to it as it stands alone, nnpertnrhed, unino- lested, hut never forgotten. -G. W. ti., '32,

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VVinthrop VVinner KATHRYN GRACE WEBB ffwf-bb Prize Speaking f3j g Class Editor of VVin- throp Winner C3l, Q-Hg Basket ball C3D, C4jg Capt. B. B. C-ll. 'tFor she's a jolly good fellow. Athlete, actress and comed- ian. We hate to think what our class would have been without her. She never looks on the dark side of life and is always willing to do her bit to make the class the hest ever. President of class Cljg Treasurer C3Dg

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14 Winthrop Winner SHOP GIRL Yeah, twenty cents for the earrings. Each one are ten cents. The bracelets is three for ten-no, they- 're all the same size. You'll find the candy counter over to the left, near the door. Hey, Maisie, there's the bell, it's five o'clock, whatcha moonin, over that joolry counter for, ain't cha goin' home?'i yelled a gum-chewing girl, from the music depart- ment, whose reddish-orange hair gave her the nickname Red K' Pipe down, snapped Maisie, I got to look elegant tonight, ain't I, and believe me, some of these stones make ya' look like a million dollars. Why d' ya' think I been passin' up all them good times an' savin' my dough for? Because I like it? No! But l'm gonna get my pay when I see my kid sister lookin' like the other 'swells' tonight. Maisie wiped the perspiration from under her eyes where the mascara had run and streaked, daubed her powder-caked face with rouge, smeared a gob of red on her lips and wearily stooped to ease her aching feet which were tortured by ridiculously high heels. Then slipping on a gaudy and threadbare coat, she wended her way through the chattering clerks, to the swing- ing doors. Gee, this is the first time I ever see a graduation an' it's better'n I thought, murmured Maisie as she snuggled up to her friend Red- An' look at 'S'is,' isn't she a wow? Ya' know she isn't like me, she don 't like joolry an' laces, so I bought that dress to suit her, it 's kind of plain lookin' t' me, but ain't it cute on her? The dress in question was a sheer, white crepe-de-chine which shone out from all the others because of its very simplicity. It had taken Maisie many hard days of work to pay for it. When Little Sis stepped forward to deliver her valedietory, their eyes met and there was such joy in them as to carry Maisie through another year of labor with that picture in her mind. -K. Webb, '30, SUMMER Still across the meadows Blow the butterflies, Still the e'over blossoms Bend and sway, I On the breast of summer, Sleeping autumn lies. Faintly die away All things bright and sweet. -Louise Perry, '3l. ON SHOES IN GENERAL As we all know and realize, doubtless from experience, there are many, many kinds of shoes produced and placed upon the market, from which the aristocrat and layman alike, may choose his foot apparel. For instance there are black shoes, brown shoes and white shoes, gray shoes, green shoes and blue shoes, red shoes, yellow shoes and varigated-color shoes. In fact, we have shoes of every conceivable color. Shoes are made from genuine leather, imitation leather and rubber, snake skins, alligator skins and fish skins, wood, can- vas and felt, paper, silk and straw. I of- ten wonder why someone does 11ot invent a process by which one could use iron, steel or glass to manufacture these valuable ar- ticles of apparel. Shoes made of iron or steel certainly would possess Wearing quali- ty, if nothing else. Again we have shoes of various sizes and styles. The sizes ranging all the way from an infant 's 0 to an adult's eleven, twelve and sometimes specially made fifteen or six- teen. As to styles, there are indeed a great variety. There are high heel shoes, having heels four inches high and half an inch thick, baby spike heel shoes, low, broad heel shoes and shoes with no heel at all. Some shoes have narrow, pointed toes, others