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

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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

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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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Winthrop High School 15 have broad, blunt toes and still others are half-way-between toes. Some shoes require a great amount of ma- terial to be manufactured, such as the high, laced boots, as we call them, and there are others which do not require so much materi- al such as the modern dancing slippers. but for comfort and warmth, give me one that is comprised of a little more material and not quite so much style. When it comes to the wearing of a shoe I suppose it is purely a matter of taste, but do not be disillusioned by the fact that what looks good 011 another's foot may not look good on yours. I have admired them very much on other feet and in shop win- dows. Imagine me, a person who wears a two and a half shoe, triping gaily to school with my feet encased in a pair of shoes composed mostly of heels and a huge bow-buckle. Can you imagine it? I can 't. No, don 't give me a pair of shoes like that but give me a shoe, preferably black, made of good, soft leather, of a size that will not cramp my foot in any way, but small enough so as to be comfortable, with a low, Hat heel, rather broad across the toe, and covering the entire foot, the co-called Ox- ford type and I will guarantee I'll be satisfied. -H. Harris, '30, TOMORROW We speak of tomorrow and deeds we will do When the dawn of another day comes into view. Tomorrow we'll bucklle right -into the fray, And do all the things we are planning today. But tomorrow might find us all deaf, blind and dumbg We have no assurance it ever will come. -M. H., '31. A MISTAKE Tom Brodie was a freshman in college. He had just been home for his Christmas vacation and was returning to school in his new sport coupe, which he had received for a Christmas present. Like all young people, he was trying out the speed of his new car, for he was in a hurry to get back to school for the purpose of displaying his present to his classmates and above all to return in time for supper which was very essential to a person of his appetite. Therefore, when he came around a sharp turn in the road, he did not have time to turn out for a black and white pus- sy cat that was in the middle of the road. He swerved recklessly but did not avoid it as the sharp bump told him. He, having no love for cats and knowing it had been killed, did not stop, but left it lying in the road and thought no more of it. A little farther on, he thought his engine must be heating up, for he began to smell something peculiar, but knowing his car was new and that he had been hurrying, he was not surprised. When he arrived at college, Tom sat in the car and awaited his chum who was coming from the dormitory to greet him. When he was about half way to the car he suddenly stopped, waved his hand and changed his direction of intefrest. Tom wondered what was the matter, but a sec- ond later he found out when he opened the door of the coupe. The black and white pussy cat was not a cat at all, but a skunk. -C. S., '32, USINGIN' IN THE RAIN Being a lover of music of all kinds, it has always been impossible for me to choose at any time, any one selection which I liked above all others, but in meditating 11pon the question I find myself in possession of one favorite in each of several groups. For in- stance, my favorite hymn is, Abide Witll Me , my favorite song of friendship is a song, popular some six years ago, My Buddy , my favorite mother song is, Mother Machree g my favorite song of absent friends is, The Rosary : my favor-