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

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XVINTHROP HIGH SCHOOL 22 Mr. Cruncher: Well--I calculate to, son, if things go right. Young Jerry: What thing for in- stance P Mr. Cruncher: Well son, things, just things. Silence for a few minutes in which gurgling soup is emphasized. Young Jerry: Gian I go too pa P Mr. Cruncher: Go where? Young Jerry: Go .fishing of course. Mr. Cruncher: I should say not. You aren't old enough yet. Young Jerry: May I when I get older pa PM Mr. Cruncher: Perhaps, I'll see when the time comesf, Silence of a few more seconds. f Young Jerry: Are you going to bring any fish home tonight pa P Mr. Cruncher getting red: May- haps yes, and mayhaps noli' Young jerry: Were they biting good last night PM Mr. Cruncher rises in wrath: I can't be bothered by your infernal ques- tions any more. Mrs. Cruncher gets up and takes the dishes from the table. Mr. Cruncher goes to a chair and takes off his shoes. Young jerry yawns and goes to his bed and reclines there. SCENE II It is late at night: all are asleep but Jerry and his father. Mr. Cruncher rises from his bed and draws on his boots. This done he goes to the cupboard and brings forth a handful of crackers which he eats with a loud crunching noise. This done he crosses the room tripping over a chair as he does so. He mutters some- thing under his breath and goes to a closet bringing forth a coil of rope, a spade, an iron bar, and a few odds and ends. Young Jerry peers quietly up over a tattered blanket and says: Going fishing pa PU Mr. Cruncher jumps as if shot, strik- ing his head on the closet door. He rubs his head and mutters angrily- Yes, I amf' Young Jerry: Your fishing tackle is kind of rusty isn't it P Mr. Cruncher: You keep quiet. I don't want to Wake your mother up. Young jerry: Why not Pl' VVith this Mr. Cruncher leaves the house in a great rage. Young jerry slips quietly out of bed fully dressed and leaves the house after his father. SCENE III In the early hours of the morning Young Jerry returns -to his home again. I-Ie bursts into the house waking his mother up. Mrs. Cruncher sleepily: Why Jerry where have you been at this time of nightP Jerry with chattering teeth: And he chased me, he chased me, I saw him, he flopped over the big iron fence and chased me through the country. Mrs. Cruncher looking around for something to bar the door with: Jerry stop that whining and tell me what hap- pened. i Jerry: It chased me-it-- Mrs. Cruncher interrupting: What chased you P Jerry: The coffin. It followed me all the way home. Mrs. Cruncher cuffed Jerry and said: Now Jerry if you donlt tell me what happened Illl give you the licking that you deserve. . Jerry somewhat calmed began: VV ell ma it was like this. I wanted to know what kind of an honest trade Pa was at nights. So, I decided to investigate. Tonight I stayed awake and waited for Pa to go on his honest expedition. About one o'clock or such, I heard Pa get up and get his fishing tackle and go out. After he left, I got up and went after him but I was careful not to let him see me. Down the road a-piece, he was joined by two other fishermen who also carried fishing rodsf' I followed them

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.22 VVINTHROP VVINNER -A---------------------- -- - -AAOQ ii'iT'EiiTiiYiQQ. An Honest Tradesmann IN ONE Aer fBasc1d on A Tale of Two Citiesn j SCENE I Curtain. Enter Jerry Cruncher and Son. Mrs. Cruncher is sitting by the open fireplace stirring a large kettle of soup. Mr. Cruncher: Well, wife hain't supper ready yet? Mrs. Cruncher: It will be in just a minute jerry. Peer's like you got here a dite early didn't ye PU Mr. Cruncher: Now woman don't be a-giving me that kind of an excuse. If you'd give more of your attention to a- tending the vittles, instead of doing your flopping now and then, this family of Crunchers would be getting along a darn sight better than they are nowf' Mrs. Cruncher: Now Jerry I -- Mr. Cruncher cuts in: And another thing. I don't want you to do any of your meditating tonight. The Lord knows Illl have hard enough time to run my honest trade, without having to work agin your floppingf' Mrs. Cruncher: 6' But I don't pray against youg I pray for youf, Mr. Cruncher: I know better. Young Jerry impatiently: Ma, isnlt supper ready yet? I'm hungryf, ' Mrs. Cruncher: Yes, jerry don't get impatient. I'll put it on the table now. She picks up the soup kettle and dishes out a portion to each plate. Qld Jerry and young Jerry sit down and start sip- ping soup. Mr. Cruncher: H Say wife what did you put in this soup that tastes so funny Pl' Mrs. Cruncher sitting down: It must have been that egg I put in. Prob- ably it was a bit old. Young Jerry: If you ask me it was rotten. Mrs. Cruncher K' Now who asked you anyway?', fPausing a momentj 'fjerry keep your whiskers out of the water pitcher. Mr. Cruncher: KNOW wife. Hain't I a right to put my whiskers in my own water pitcher if I want to? I had to work hard enough at my honest trade to get it. I should think that you would- Young Ierryg' interrupting: Ma, can I have some more soup ? Mrs. Cruncher dips out some more soup to Jerry. On the return trip she spills half a ladle full into Mr. Crun- cheris lap. Mr. Cruncher jumps up and knocks his wife against the wall with a loud thud. Mr. Cruncher: 0 h o o l Jeepers Creepers wife. Do you have ta scald me ta death, just because you've got a grudge against me? Heavens knows you do enough damage ta me flopping without burning my hide off from mef, Young -Terry: N Did it take any of the rust off from your hands Pa PM Mr. Cruncher licking the soup off from his trousers: H You close your mouth you little imp or I'1l pin your ears back for youf, Mrs. Cruncher: Ilm sorry I spilled any soup on you, really I amf' Mr. Cruncher: You shut up too. I know very well you did it on purpose. The mention of the soup affair enraged Mr. Cruncher so much that he picked up the table and was about to throw it at Mrs. Cruncher when Jerry interrupted. f'Hey, dad, put the table back, Ilm hun- gryvii! Mr. Cuncher slowly put the table back and says: l'll let it go this time, but don't let it happen again. The supper is resumed once again. Young Jerry: Pa, are you going fishing tonight ?H

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24 WINTHRO P WINNER to the big cemetery where they climbed over the iron gate. I watched them go among the grave stonesf' Here jerry paused and shuddered. Mrs. Cruncher: Go on jerry. Pretty soon they hauled up some- thing from the ground and it was a coffin. He again paused and shuddered. And then I -I turned and ran and -and the thing chased me down the streetfl . Here Jerry completely broke down with fright. Mrs. Cruncher comforted him: Bosh Jerry. That was just your imagina- tion getting the best of you. But Jerry was still unconvinced. I tell you it chased me, I saw it. Mrs. Cruncher: lVell drop the mat- ter entirely Jerry, Pause of a fewseconds. 6' XVhen your father comes home don't let on you know anything about his honest trade. I think it would be better that way. Jerry: Yes, mother, perhaps it woul d. Floyd Smith, '40 Torment The wind is howling, howling, howling Right outside my cottage door, .-Xnd the water's pounding, pounding, pounding Klercilessly upon the shore. M y heart is beating, beating, beating Noisely within my breast .Xnd I am crying, crying, crying For a soul that knows no rest. Neala yvhimey, was Freshman's Idea of Blank Verse Roses are red, Violets are blue, Marigolds are' yellow Lilies are white. Town Gossip Around the stovev in the small town's general store was gathered an unusual array of characters discussing heatedly the never failing topic, politics. The air was filled with the aroma of tobacco. Directly behind the large, dilapidated Round Gak sits no one other than the personage known as Tom, assistant tire chief, on the now empty cranberry crate. Tom, an old bach, who lived in the local inn, is short and stout and dressed in sawdust laden khaki pants, gray Han- nel shirt with a blue bandanna handker- chief knotted about his neck. Beneath kind, friendly eyes rests a gray, neatly trimmed moustache while in the corner of his mouth is found that never failing cigar. Tall of stature and thin, Sam is seen leaning against the candy show- case expounding one of the stories from his never exhaustible supply about his ex- periences as a garageman to his adven- tures at Forty-Mile. He is wearing the regular woodsman costume, heavy red plaid shirt, dark pants with high leather top, laced boots and a two-days growth of whiskers encircles his lean, ruddy face. Beside him tipped back against the medi- cine counter in a small chair of many colors left recently by a paint salesman is jim, the rupted now tomer who the banana storekeeper, and then by requires his box sit two who is inter- some late cus- attention. On youngsters ab- sorbing all that is said by their elders. The night was still young and many others young and old would soon appear to listen and add to the general conversa- tion. But promptly at nine the assembly must disperse and the store be locked up for the night. Florence Stinchlield, 38