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

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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

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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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?8.-n Tllflslflflfilffi E A Circus Incident Rosalie was of the big tents. She had been all her life and so had her parents before her. She had been a trapeze performer but, owing to her fright of the spaces, she had been given other work to do. By losing her position, she- also lost her social caste which is a thing very valuable to circus people. The Rutledges were also of the circus and were trapeze performers and there were four 3 father, mother and two sons. They were of the highest caste and had been great friends of Rosalie but after losing her position she had fallen in their estimation. Their actions touched Rosalie to the heart, but she was of a proud, stubborn nature and would not acknowledge a slight, so things continued. The younger son of the Rutledges, whose name was Ernest, followed in the foot-steps of his parents and brother and gave promise of out doing them. The circus tent was crowded and as Rosalie's days' work was done she wandered into the great tent because she still liked her former work and hoped in some future day to be reinstated in her position. The big act drew near and each of the family had done- his stunts but Ernest, whose work was always the climax of the performance. He took to the ropes high up from the crowds and he seemed to fly from strand to strand as he went. Then there was a gasp, a stifled cry and one of the ropes parted. Ernest clutched at it in time to save himself from being killed but he knew he was doomed if help was not received soon. Everybody seemed to be fascinated by the sight and un- able to move until there was a flash of color seen flying through the air to the boy. It was Rosalie-every bit of fright gone in the danger of the moment. She passed nimbly from rope to rope as she never could have done before. Reaching one of the ropes nearest the boy she grasped it and by the momentum of her body sent it swinging back and forth until it reached nearer and nearer to the boy. Just as Ernest was releasing his hold upon the rope, Rosalie clutched him. Reaching ground again she was surrounded by the Rutledges and a crowd of grateful people. She was, at last, reinstated. -FRED LUCKINGS, '24,