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

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XVINTHROP HIGH SCHOOL 29 let's drink to your cleverness, eh? old man ? Paris in the Spring! The boastful young man walked along the street with a carefree swing in his arms. He was rid of jones now. Ha! ha! he really was clever at that. That evening in his suite Bradley took out the sapphire and turned it over and over in his lingers. Suddenly the door flew open. He looked up. His face turned white. jones was standing before him! He said, I know what you're here for, jones, but it won't work, see? It wonlt work because I won't let it! A shining metal object flashed in his hand. jones raised his hand and gasped, No! Bradley! wait! I--- No! jones, it won't work, it's mine and I'm going to keep it, see ?'! jones suddenly grasped his wrist and both men struggled fiercely. The gem dropped to the floor. Then a shot rang out through the room. jones staggered back and fell, lifeless, to the floor. The hard, cold, shining stone glittered up at Bradley mockingly. At' that instance, across the ocean, in the richly furnished room of a large es- tate, a beautiful sapphire gleamed forth its brilliance to a pair of deep, blue eyes. A soft, low voice said, Oh! You lovely thing! How lucky I was not to have worn you that evening instead of that horrid paste and imitation!! Barbara French, '39 Watching the Clouds Often in the summertime Upon a hill I go To sit and watch the clouds go by lVitl1 stately grace and slow. I like to watch the changes lVhich the gentle breezes make To see the graceful forms The wind-blown cloud banks take. Ruth Knowlton, '39 Are We Getting Enough Out ' of Life? It is very hard to determine whether or not most people get enough I' out of life. The people who seem to be getting the most out of life are often times the very people who are really failures. Their appearance of gaiety is just a shell built up, to hide from the world and also themselves, the fact that their lives are meaningless. On the other hand, the person whom you see every day going about his own business quietly enjoying the little things of life is very apt to be the person who will be the happiest. Happiness does not depend upon action, excitement, thrills, rush and ballyhoo . In fact, happi- ness which depends upon these things is not true happiness but just a hollow thing which will easily disappear and leave only a nervous strain behind. Do you enjoy the right things? Is your happiness built around the right kind of life? Take for instance the people around you. Do you enjoy the elderly people as well as the K' younger set ? You should always remember that the young may die soon but the old must. Remembering that fact, you should spend all of your available time with your older acquaintances and, whether you think so or not, you will find that the older people are much more entertaining, interesting and uplifting. Children too are easily slighted. Do you remember the other day when you were already to go out for a walkwith your best churn that you were too busy to notice little johnny who lives next door? Or maybe, I am ashamed to say, you neglected him because perhaps he had a dirty face or soiled clothes. Perhaps you never have time for little sisterys who, crying over a broken doll,', you scorn- full y say. But you should remember that she is much smaller than you are and that things which seem very small to you are large to her.

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T28 WINTHROP WINNER Sapphire Bradley gazed around the room. His eyes roved carelessly from diamond rings to pearl necklaces and glittering bracelets captured his attention for breathless seconds. He though of how fortunate he was to have met the charming Lady Easton. Now he was working in society. He was no longer an ordinary thief. He recalled the following conversation which came to his ears quite unexpectedly, then droned on monotonously: My dear! Wotild you believe it! She is going to wear it tonight! Really? How can she dare! They say there is a curse on it. l shiver to think of having it in my possession! The greatest prize to a thief would be the Compton sapphire ! She probably just can't resist the temptation to show it off. You know how she is: but darling, l can hardly wait to see it ! XVell, all I can say iswetc.-etcf- Bradley's purpose was to get the Comp- ton sapphire. He couldn't waste time marveling at other brilliant gems. His eyes darted endlessly around. There! There it was! He mustnit lose sight of it! He mustn't become excited! Keep- ing calm, cool and collected was his big asset. The evening wore on with Brad- ley's eyes fixed on the beautiful sapphire. Finally, guests were leaving. The Comp- ton sapphire was unclasped, handed to a tall, distinguished looking gentleman, and placed unnoticable in a tall silk hat. In a second it would be safe again. Brad- ley was the only person who noticed this movement. He mulst work fast. His actions were smooth and clever. Then, he hailed a taxi. Then he was speeding away to safety. No one would know who took it. Many people had the op- portunity. He would show jones his prize. jones would be amazed. Bradley had worked with him for a long time. But if he ditched jones wouldn't he be more profitable? lt would be safer to work alone anyway. The cab stopped. Bradley paid the driver and strode up the steps. He reached into his pocket to clasp the jewel into his hand. He swal- lowed hard. The jewel was gone! Wfhere? The taxi! Maybe he dropped it in the taxi! Hey! Wait a minute! He rushed down the steps and ran for the taxi, but the cab driver drove on unheeding. Now what? Hey taxi, follow that cab and hurry. As soon as he caught up with the car, he changed cars and searched desperately. His fingers felt along the seat. Cold beads of perspiration stood out upon his forehead. Then, his fingers felt a hard cold object. He found it! XVhew! That sure was a close one! He moped his brow and heaved a big sigh. His heart beating wildly, he returned to his hotel. 'When he opened the door of his room he found jones sitting upright in his chair with an excited look of ex- pectancy covering his long face. How was the luck tonight, Bradley? Did ,ja get it ? Bradley snapped, Yeah, I got it. But never mind that now. Grab your bags and step on it. VVe've got to catch the S. S. Rumaniaf' Bradley grinned, thinking of his clev- erness and how he was going to give jones the slip in Europe. On the boat in the seclusion of a state- room, Bradley thrust his hands into his pockets and squared his shoulders. He said, VVell, jonsie, want to see it? This will show you that I can tell a jewel when I see one. There is no use denying it. lim clever and I know it. Here-here it is. See? Isn't she a beauty PM jones turned his eyes upon the shining object. He paused, then his eyes widened and he said, Bradey! thatis -'l Bradley interrupted saying, Yeah! Tsn't that a wonderful job, though ?!! jones gazed at him for a second, then smiled and said. Sure, Bradley, Sure.

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30 WINTHROP VVINNER Now to discuss another side of life with you. Do you enjoy nature or are you so wrapt up with plans for your next social that you fail to notice the beautiful sunset or Mother's Garden? Are you, by chance, one of these people who never enjoy nature unless it sets off the latest style 'I of your home or perhaps the green foliage of Mother's hedge creates a marvelous background for your new dress. VVe should all realize that nature is more than just a background for us, a stage upon which we are to show off. It is really one of the most beautiful things of life. And if we are going to really enjoy life and be really happy we must enjoy our surroundings for what they are. Mary Cushman, '39, The Faery Fish Once, in the land of VVillow, ruled a king who had a daughter of unusual beauty. News of her blue eyes, golden hair, sweet smile and gentle personality reached all over the world of Make- believe. Every day the king would see many new suitors coming to seek his daughter's hand in marriage. Not one would he ever claim as his son-in-law. He was getting very weary of talking to all these fellows and sending them away and his daughter was not going to marry a good-for-nothing, worthless prince, so he derived the plan of a faery fish . Quickly he summoned his pages and am- bassadors of business to help carry out his plans. First, his pages were to bring his magic ring and with this and a few words he placed a beautiful silvery pond just outside the palace walls. Then with another twist he had a faery hshl' placed in the pond that no man could catch except one who is pure of heart, ambitious and many other likable charac- teristics. Then he had his ambassadors of business send to all parts of Make- Believe VVorld the notice that no man could come in request of his daughter's hand unless he caught and brought the faery fish with him to the palace. Princes came and princes went but none were able to catch the faery fish no matter what plan or devise they used. The King and Honey Gold were about ready to give up hope of the right man coming when one day they noticed a young man walking down the trail sing- ing as he came. He was walking not riding on royal splendor as the others did and he was alone not with ten or more servants. Yet there was something about him that brought a Hush to Honey Gold's cheek. In her heart she knew he was the right one. Oh how she hoped he caught the faery fish and that he was worthy. There was no great show of wealth, as by the others, but the Prince, he was a prince of huge wealth, walked up to the pond and with the simple hook, line and sinker, caught the 'K faery Hsh on the hrst throw. Happiness reigned all over the King- dom of VVillow at the perfect match of their princess. Alida Bowens, l38. The Forgotten Playground Merry laughter and shouts of glee rang through the tall trees of the VVill- iams' Playground. From early morning till late afternoon the familiar sounds could be heard. . Paper packed in an old can near the gate was burning and the smoke seemed to dance about with the children. The table made of rough boards and the long home made bench took care of seventy- tive little hungry mouths. The old rope swing carried them up to the branches of the tree and the saw-horse gave them many merry rides up in the air. Now the closed gates have fallen from their hinges and the table top has rotted away. The old home made bench has long been taken away. A sad sight to behold The Forgotten Playground. Rachel Kinney, '38