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

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36 Wil NTHRO I' WINNER Y I don't like the sound of closing doors Of security, peace and a home, I, want to be out with the wind in my face And all the whole world to roam. I love the sound of rain, I-'attering on the ground I liketo hear the thunder And see lightning flying round. l want to be where l can smell Green grass and blooming clover I want no ties to pen me down l fear my heart was for a rover. XVhy can I not Iind it NVhat I'm looking for? And, while I'm about it, What am I looking for? Neala VVhitney, '39 Transport tion 1743 Irlaye you ever thought how other people before your time had to travel? .Xs you speed along a wonderful highway in a thousand dollar limousine do you wonder how it would be if you were late to an important football game and had to depend on a buckboard and mud-filled roads to get there? In the early days of America a man thinking ahead to such things as men- tioned above would be chased out of the country. The best means of transporta- tion any man had was a horse or a car- riage. The roads were rough, dirty, muddy, and narrow. Suppose you had an important letter to send. You would leave it at the post office for the post rider to collect and trust to luck that he would get through with it. lf it was going a long ways several stops would be made. lf it was going to a thinly settled place a hold up would be the biggest worry. Compare sea traveling to-day with the crude way of 1743. Now you go to a big office where tickets are bought and you are assured of a room. In those days you just asked the captain if he had any room for you. You do not have to worry about eat- ing while on to-day's liners but in early sailing you had to take your own food supply. lVhere it took forty days to cross in 1711-3 it only takes from four to six now. All ships sail at the stated time to-day but a fair-wind was the excuse for the boats fitted with sails. Now, when the car is broken down, or the train is always late, or the bus isn't good enough to ride on any- way,'i just stop and think of the nice times your ancestors had while riding to church in a buckboard. James Hinds, '40, The Pioneer Crack! Crack! spoke a rifle high on the peak of a mountain overlooking a stretch of plain. Below, Don Sawyer, the leader of a band of pioneers, turned in the saddle of his mount and, shading the sun from his eyes, looked toward the peak from which the shot had been fired. He saw Hawk- eye, so called for his keenness of sight, waving his hat slowly back' and forth This meant trouble. Turning his mount, Don raced back to the wagon train. 'K jim, said Don to ,his younger brother, You have the wagons formed in a circle while I ride up and meet Hawk- eye. With this Don rode off. VVhen Hawkeye saw Don approach- ing he pointed in the direction ahead of the wagon train. Looking, Don saw a band of Indian warriors in a conference. XVhat do you think will be their next move and have they sited us yet ? asked Don of Hawkeye. 4' They have seen usf' replied Hawk- eye. lt is a band of Shawnee In- dians, and planning an attack. We had better go back to the train and prepare. After reaching the caravan Don said. addressing them all, 'K There is a band of

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WINTHROP HIGH SCHOOL 35 complete. Little things made him irri- tated and he had several minor quarrels with brother bucks. This feeling persisted until one day, while drinking at a rippling brook not yet caressed by Jack Frost's icy touch, he heard a noise nearby. Looking up he beheld a shapely doe just about to drink from the same stream. Brown jacket viewed this intrusion with mixed emotions. The female sex, up to this time, had not been a part of his life. Shortly, however, he overcame his hesitation and, with the assurance of the dominant male, softly rubbed noses with his companion. Through some mysterious alchemy, unknown to humans, this slight contact seemed to disclose the life history of each deer, one to the other. No further court- ship was necessary, apparently, as from that time on the two were inseparable. And later, as the setting sun bathed them in its golden rays, the newly-mated pair walked into the twilight and, we hope, into a ripe old age unharmed by hunters and other animals. George C. Shute Ir., '39. U Beautiful Snow Snow is such a peaceful thing, It makes the ground so white .Xnd when the farmerls sleigh bells ring Itls like music, day and night. The sliding and skiing and all sports. It's loads and loads of fun XVhen the children start making snow forts - Tells you winter has really begun. Oliver Jackson, '-ll Description This was a very dark night and I walked through the heart of Chinatown in New York City. There was a slight breeze blowing upon my back and as I walked past an alley I expected a China- nian to jump upon my back and stab me with a knife. To my surprise nothing happened. The wind made the signs rattle and creak like rusty windmills and once in a while I could see a Chinaman peering at me from within a house. As I passed an alley I could hear a man uttering prayers who was perhaps a dope fiend. I passed the shop of a wealthy merchant whose beautiful store was decorated with bright colors. Ilater noticed a fine Chinese hotel with one window after another towering high up into the air. This Chinese hotel is perhaps the most beau- tiful one I have seen in my twenty-odd years of travel. Donald Norcross, '33 Wings I am always searching For something I can't find. .-Xnd my thoughts keep right on going. Leaving me behind. Must I keep on roaming All this whole world o'er Will my thoughts neier End a home On some distant-shore? Give my heart some wings, Lord, And let me Hy away. Like swallows on the wing, Lord. Laughing at night and day. I donit like houses, They shut you in They keep out the sun, The rain and the wind.

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XYINTHROP HIGH SCHOOL .ii Indians preparing to attack us so unload the ammunition, get the older men and women with the children into the rein- forced wagon and block the spaces be- tween and under the other wagons with boxes. There was no fear in the hearts of these sturdy pioneers, for they had often with- stood attacks of other Indian tribes. Before the In'dians could be seen, their shrill war whoops were heard ringing through the air. Then around the bend they galloped to be greeted by a volley of rifle shots' from within the circle of wagons. The air was rent by shrieks from dying braves and the squeal of wounded horses. But within the wagon circle all was quiet except for the sound of gun fire and the whistle and thud of arrows. Each man knew his life de- pended on driving the Indians off and no unnecessary chances were taken. The women also played an important part in defending the band. As fast as the rifles were emptied the women rehlled them. At last the Indians retreated but, as the pioneers knew, only to plan another at- tack. Soon they came again, this time at- tacking from all sides. Many braves were killed and some women in the pioneer group lost their husbands. This only served to make each remaining man and woman fight harder for his life. This hghting was kept up till dark, and then the Indians retreated. Scouts were posted around the wagons to keep watch throughout the night and those who could, slept. The day dawned, clear and bright, with no signs of the Indians. Breakfast was prepared and preparations made for starting. Soon all was in readiness and the little band started off. Some rode on horse- back others road in the wagons, each to his own liking. The scouts were sent ahead to pick the trail and to watch for any signs of danger. About noon they reached the desert. Here they ate their meal and each one prayed to the good God in heaven to let them pass safely through this land of barren sand. .Xs night drew on they saw signs that put fear in the hearts of even the bravest. Human skulls and here and there the remnants of other wagon trains showed the misfortune of other trains before them. However, after their evening meal they gathered around the Hre to tell jokes and talk about everything in general. But there were two who sat in a spot outside the outside of the view of the others. One was Don and the other a daughter of one of the men killed in the recent Indian raid. This was Mary Blake, a strong, healthy, good looking woman who would make any man happy, or so thought Don. You know, Maryf' said Don look- ing at her, K' I am wondering if the land in Oregon is really as good as the stories we hear about it and if there will be plenty of land for all of us. You never can tellf' answered Mary, but anyway it can't be any worse than starving back home. Then they sat silent for a while gaz- ing at the sky and the wide empty space ahead of them. Maryf, whispered Don, leaning near her, did you ever want to tell someone something and yet couldn't End the words or the way to say it ?'I VVhy, Don, I don't ever remember that I havef, she answered with a twin- kle in her eye. Tell me what it is and maybe I can help youf' Mary, would it surprise you if I told you I loved you?U 'K No, Don, I have been hoping you would say that for a long time. I re- member when we were just kids, how I always wanted to be with you and play the same games you did. Ch! darling if it wasn't for poor dad. I could be so happyff