Bar Harbor High School - Islander Yearbook (Bar Harbor, ME)

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?id..,. all The Islmdff . Upon a ledge back of which might be seen the dark opening of a cave, were three small balls of fur tumbling over each other in that playful mood characteristic of all childhood. A little to one side might be seen two large cats watching the antics of their first born with evident pleasure. The suns last rays caressed their forms-one a twin female of two winters and the other-Balu, her mate. -H. Dow. The Teachers One By One I am now going to tell you, A little story that is true. First comzs Prin. West, our friend in all, He reigns supreme in Assembly Hall. Then Submaster Gordon, we all know well, He always has basketball tickets to sell. If anything goes wrong on the lower Hoor, Mr. Cumming will surely give you more. Mr. Sherman, in French is certainly great, But without excuse, it won't pay to be late. Mr. Warren has a habit of clearing his throat, But watch out! If he sees you with a note! In room 2 Miss Miller is found Teaching us English without a sound C25 Miss Tarrant, with her ability, will always try Anything new, without even a sigh. Miss Yeaton is so gentle and kind, She always keeps things in her mind. If it's that you do not like the longhand, Ask Mrs. Foster to show you shorthand. Mrs. Greene will tell you how, To type a letter, if you ask her now. Under Miss Hayes direction, we say: We learn debating every day. - -MA. C. S., 24.

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s The Islardef 25 thus exposed. How luscious was that fresh juicy steak. How sweet that odor of warm blood. Yet he must go slowly, he might not have such luck again. He must hoard and save to the very last, every scrap of meat must be buried be- neath the snow and he must sleep on a limb over head, that no other beast might steal that which was the means of his salvation. During the following day Balu kept drowsy watch over his cache until, when night came, he might safely ven- ture down to partake of his store. Not that he was afraid of any animal in that vicinity, but inherent instinct seemed to warn him that to venture forth, in daylight, would be utter folly. Thus eating at night and sleeping through the day, he managed to live through the month of January. On the first night of February every bit of meat was gnawed from the bones but Balu had been strengthened by the meat which he had so luckily secured and could leap almost as far now as he could before that dreadful winter had set in with its fierce blizzards and biting colds. There had been no snow storms for quite a while and the snow was packed so Balu could run swiftly over the firm footing' thus formed. Still, times were hard and food was scarce, yet by careful ambush and by long journeys he managed to find enough to sustain him until, on one of his nocturnal wanderings, he came upon a dead hare. Ap- parently it had died of starvation. What a line chance for a meal without the usual tedious work of following his game for miles before killing it. Little did Balu realize that man had placed that hare there for the Very purpose of tempting some of his family to take advantage of such an easily secured meal. Thus it was that Balu was caught in a trap. Luckily, the trap only caught him by the foot and although it had broken the bones, he had, at least a fighting chance of re- gaining his liberty. After the first spasm of terror had passed, he examined the trap carefully, pawing at it with his free foot and nosing it carefully so that he might not injure his already very painful fore paw. His terror again got the upper hand of his judgment and he endeavored to free himself. Suddenly the skin gave away and with great agony his foot was withdrawn from the trap. Balu slowly limped off to hide in some secluded glen until his foot could once more bear his weight. Weeks passed into months. The sun was again setting, but on what a different scene! The snow had given way to grass and the air was filled with the songs of vari-colored ir s.

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iwi ggggg slander -A 27 The Breakers And the breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rockbound coast. My thoughts raced to that memorable passage as I stopped suddenly upon the edge of the wind-swept bluff. The day was cloudy and stormy. The breakers rolled up in a wild and ferocious manner-as if they wished to tear the stern bluff from its very foundations and hurl it piece-meal into the boiling cauldron at its feet. The cliff stood out boldly and hurled defiance at the mighty ocean by sending back its many onslaughts, broken and defeated. Every time an attack was repelled the King of the Waters bellowed with rage and nt back his weapons of Warfare again and again. The blui' received the blows with stolid indifference and returned them to the sender to gain strength for a renewed effort. There was a terrific gale. I could hardly keep my balance on the windy promontory. Far out at sea the white-caps surged too and fro in an ominous and awe-inpsiring manner. How helpless any ship would be on that vast expanse of wild and wind tossed waters! The sky was overcast and of a dull lead color. Heavy black clouds scudded low over the breakers. The oppressive color of the heavens made the water darker and more ter- rible. My whole being quivered with an exalted elation as, gazing upon the wondrous scene before me, a voice within seemed to murmurg And I would that my tongue could utter, The thoughts that arise in me. -MAUDE E. WHITE, '24 Reminiscence E'en tho' we may get shipwrecked On Discontentment Bayg And tho' we all may stumble On the edge of more dismay, We'1l put aside our sorrow, Stop lamenting on our ways As we fondly bring to mem'ry Those dear old High School Days. --J. E. COUGH, '25