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

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-i- 1l.l . it erar Y The literary section represents what we feel to be the most outstanding literary material produced in our school this year. We have tried to make our selections on the basis of style, interest, literary value, and appeal. In doing so we hope to give you an insight into the literary potentialities of a high school, and we hope too to please you, the reader. Fred Jellison, Literary Editor 4+ -I if -K' COOKIN' You men folks may think c0okin's fun. It ain't no fun fa me. I think cookin's the durndest thing That ever my eyes did see. First of all, there's eggs to fry. One's just bound to break Before I get it from the pan Into my fatheris plate. While I'm fryin' eggs away, ' My cake burns in the oven. My mother sends me one quick glance, So I keep right on a'pluggin'. Then duty calls me elsewhere. My fryin, .eggs burn black. I start to cough and then to choke, When someone. whatsks my back. I turn around real quick and fast. Through the fire and smoke I see Mom as plain as day. Believe me - 'tainft no joke! I have many tales of cookin', Enough to fill a book. It really ain't my fault at all, I just werenlt made a cook! - , Jeanne Cleaves, Junior THE RIVER Oozing out from hidden birthplace, Trickling down o'er rocky path, Little hint of future exploits Gives the river at its start. Tumbling with its gained momentum, Random leaping as its trait, Sparkling clean as friskly salmon, Dwellers in the liquid depths. Merging now with greater volume, Held in line by walls so firm, Bending into dancing rainbows Sunrays, prisms put to shame. Flowing smooth with clear, cool calmness Dignified, assured and strong - Quality and deep-hid power Viewed in rippling, richest blue. Hurling on oier plunging spillways Spreading froth when smashed below - Sending forth a thunidrous ballard, Shaking earth with mighty song. Savage, scramb'ling, torn asunder- Rapids formed by scraggly teeth Dashing blindly, thrashing, breathless, Striving on to nearby goal. Grasping, now at last attaining - Pulled by some unyielding hand, Wand'ring spent, begrimed and weakened. Mixing with the clutching sea. Lost, the bright and youthful vigor - Power, raw and deaf,ning, gone. Clearness, calmness, all are claimed by Ocean depths which know no bounds. -Paul Jordan

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SOPHOMORES 3 VBH BH Front Row: P. Gilcs, J. Doyle, P. Bowker, M. J. Spear, R. Conti, R. Salisbury, J. Lym- burncr, L. Miller, B. Dollivcr, J. Cormier. Second Row: M. Rodick, S. Garland, N. Alley H. Wentworth, J. Fogg, F. Ileighiton, L. Cleaves, B. Graves, V. Scott. T'hird Row: R Shclton, G. Riddell, L. MacFarland, R. Stanley, L. Doyle, F. Richardson, R. Porter Mrs. Woodworth. Fourth Row: A. Lee, L. Burch, H. Hall, G. VVood, L. McQuinn R. Abbott. JUNIORS First Row: B. Burns, E. Rinaldo, G. Jellison, J. Williams, D. Dyer, M. Moon, J. Hodg- kins, E. M, Holmes, H. Hanscom, A. Hamor. Second Row: Miss Hatch, Mr. Lewis, R. Lewis, G. Stamrroom, C. Stanley, L. Butler, J. Cleaves, A. Tripp, J. Roberts. Third Row: R. Leland, R. Sitillwcll, L. Gray, E. Gray, D. Shelton, H. Weblber, R. Brewer, W. Dunton. Fourth Row: N. Gott, D, Lambert, J. Field, E. Butler.

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STUDY HALL HORRORS Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen - - only five more to go. I feel as though I were walking the last mile. I had rather be going to China or sometimes I think I had rather be put to death then go to study hall! What a mess! What a hubbub! As I get nearer to that room I can hear the voices of my students. What a noise! Upon entering the room I find everyone talking and throwing paper airplanes. Oh well, chin-up, it is only for an hour. Bell's rungf' I yell at the top of my lungs. The students look up and seeing me make a made dash for their seats. They dig into their books as if they were going to study. And for one heavenly moment the room is deathly quiet. When a study hall gets that quiet it is scary, so I guess it is a good thing it doesn't happen very often. But, it is quiet only for a second, then the kids are whispering and passing notes. I don't say any- thing for a moment, and then the hissing noises grow louder. So I calmly announce to them that if I catch anyone talking he will have to come in after school. I hear a few mumble what an old fogy I am. Others use other names to describe me. But by this time in my teaching career I am used to being called names. The announcement I made keeps a few of the students from talking, but there are those that nothing can shut up. The first person I notice really making a lot of noise is Charlene. She is forever talking. So I have to go over to her and ask her to please be quiet or I will have to have her stay after school. She smiles at me, a sour little smile. I know she doesn't care for me, but I can't please everyone. As I tum around I notice a paper plane floating through the air. I look in the direction from which it comes, and is everyone is studying, I decide not to say anything about it. As I start to walk down the aisle I notice Betty chewing gum . . . Betty, please get rid of that gum. Betty gives a big sigh and walks to the basket and spits out her beloved cud. ,lust then - - zoooooom - - another plane, and from the same direction. Who threw that? No one makes an admission. I look at the boys and girls at the different tables. I notice one of the boys with a sly grin on his face. Nate, do you know who threw that?,' Yes, I do, he says and smiles. By this time my temper is just about to give away. Who, I shout at him. Nate very calmly answers, Mal, After ordering him to come to see me after school I take a deep breath. Will this period ever end? My nerves can only stand so much. Of course the students think they are very clever and put so much over on me. But as I see Kenny rise and walk to the dictionary I watch him. He has a piece of paper in one hand. He stands by the dic- tionary for a moment then goes back to his seat, but with no paper. It isn't very long before Margie gets up and walks over to the dictionary, opens it, and then walks back to her seat with a piece of paper in her hand. Oh yes, they think they are clever. I won't let them know I am on to their trick as I have too much to attend to already. I shut my eyes for a moment to rest them. All at once there is an outburst of laughter. It seems that Paul has gone to sit down and some one has pulled his chair out from under him. Now this is a problem, with LeRoy and Freddie sitting on both sides of him. Which one has done it. I walk over to the table and ask who is guilty. No one will admit it. Paul wonit tell, but Freddie says he will give me a hint it was either he or LeRoy. So the only thing I can do is make them both come in after school. ' I look over at another table and there is Connie, Effie, and Claribel talking like mad. I am really fit to be tied now, and I give them detention slips. I think if I get a drink of water it may calm my nerves. So I leave the room for one split second and when I retum it is in an uproar. Everyone is talking and the airplanes are flying. Everyone in this room report to me after school today, I shout at the top of my lungs. At once the room is silent. I assure them I'm not fooling and that everyone had better report to me or I will double the time. Also, I don't want any excuses. For the next minute the room is still, then that sound that I love to hear comes - - - the bell. Study hall is over for the day - - - at least for me. Thank heavens! -Connie Gray I' I i I MY PIPES I've tried cigars and cigarettes And even chewing too, But somehow they don't satisfy The way my old pipes do. My pockets fill with ashes - - I burn holes in my clothes. I light a million matches Before the darned thing goes. And some of the remarks I hear About the way they smell Make me feel like taking them And throwing them to - - well: Holy Cow, what's burning? Something sure smells ripe! Did the Russians launch a gas attack? Who put the sawdust in your pipe? But, just the same, I like my pipes. They're like old friends to me. ' And that is why l'm writing this, To try to make you see That I don't care how much they smell, Nor do I care how much you gripe. And now if you'll excuse me, I think I'll smoke my pipe. -Fred ,Iellison