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

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WINTHROP HIGH SCHOOL 15 MARGUERITE STOCKFORD KKMGTQYI Advertising Manager of Senior Play C41 g Class Treasurer C41 g Class Ode. A real trouper you are, Marguerite 3 we are going to miss your constant encouragement after your career at Winthrop High. You have proven yourself worthy and we are proud to acknowledge you as our classmate. CHARLES THOMAS Chuck Football C3, 41 5 Senior Play K41 g Prize Speak- ing C31g Cheer Leader 13, 413 Class Marshal C315 Secretary of Class C215 Baseball 13, 41g Class Ode. Well, Chuck, we know you will never be a student, but life has many possibilities, and you have a wonderful spirit of good humor and fun. You are a good sport, always upholding the class, and we acknowledge you as a wonderful classmate. Our class sheik.

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WINTHROP WINNER RENA NORCROSS lKRe7La,!f Senior Play C41 g Class Ode. While others have quarrelled, accused, wrangled and repented, you have been very calm and con- stant through it all. We wonder if you are always as silent and are forced to admit that we doubt it, especially where certain persons are concerned. Our smallest classmate possesses one of the greatest qualities for success, a remarkable dis- position which is admired by all. We give you our best wishes, Rena, and know you will prove worthy of them. LOUISE PERRY Louise Class Editor C31 5 Prize Speaking C31 g Basket- ball C3, 41 9 Senior Play C41 3 Secretary of A. A. C41 g Presentation of Gifts to Boys. You left our class your first two years of high school and we missed your cheerful giggle, but we were glad when you returned to graduate with us. INEZ SHAW KKIHQZ7! Prize Speaking C31 3 Class Treasurer C11 9 Class President Cl, 315 Class Editor C2, 3, 41: Class Prophecy. Although you aren't very large, you have done big things for the class. As president you pushed us through a trying Junior year and provided animation for us. You are one fine girl, and we give you our best wishes. Wewvonder what you are going to do, but we will bide our time. JOHN STINCHFIELD Johnny Prize Speaking C313 Senior Play C413 Class Editor of WINTHROP WINNER C41 g Honor Essay. Behold, our orator. Bashful and shy, your broad grin always lurks just around the corner, and when it appears what a charm it adds to those freckles. As Professor Pepp, in the Senior play, you captured the admiration of all by your fine acting in such a difficult role. We rest assured that your future will be worthy of commendation.

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A MW .r ' ' W 'q.lu- ,i M in-is A i i ,, ,J as-.ii LITER RR THE HAUNTED SOUL It haunts me still-the howling of that phantom wolf. It happened some years ago, but even now at times it comes upon me and nearly drives me mad. Much do I doubt that there is a more weird, ghostly sound than the howl of a wolf in distress. It will freeze the heart of some of the most courageous hunters to the core and give them a pe- culiar feeling, one hard to express, that will remain with them for the remainder of their lives. My chum and I were camping in the Rocky Mountains in the fall of 1922. Our chief object there was for the purpose of deer huntingg so as we had been in camp for two days and had not been out hunting, we decided to start early on a Monday morning. The morning arrived very coolg a little sprinkling of snow had fallen the night before, so that it made the tracking very good. We struck a deer track soon after we left the camp and trailed it for a long time but couldn't seem to get near enough to the deer for a shot. It warmed up considerably in the forenoon and the snow went rapidly. We found that the tracking for the rest of the day was spoiledg and so about noon we started on our way back to the camp not wholly disappointed, because we hadn't had such terribly poor luck after all. We had struck a track soon after leaving in the morning, and that was something that all hunters weren't able to do. We would have arrived home safely and without any delay, but for one inci- dent that was the cause of my writing this tale. We were standing on top of a knoll from where we could get a fairly good view of the surrounding country- side, including our camp. Suddenly there was a rustle behind us which broke the quietness of that peaceful abode and cast fears into our very souls. We both whirled to find ourselves look- ing into the face of a large wolf which seemed to be approaching us very cau- tiously. Whether or not the wolf meant any harm to us I do not knowg and if he did, he never had a chance to com- plete his objective, for at that instant I pulled up my rifle and fired at a point between those gleaming eyes. As I looked into the eyes of that dead wolf,