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

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Across the purple hills at dusk C Th A AT EVENING SPRING FEVER IN JANUARY When the sun is sinking, olors flame and gold appear-- Arm and arm are linking. And all the colors die, en slowly as the twilight fades rom up the woodland path I hear A whip-poor-will's lone cry. Of appletrees in bloom, nd through my window, comes the scent And silver gleams from twinkling stars Light up the gathering gloom. --Warren Stillwell I Ag' ' 1 x X f . N t ' 1 1 WWA W X I W ' if lfll ff' X 1 H1 14 Some days, homework gets me down awfully. Especially days like this, when it's all spring-like, and the yearly attack of spring fever has come un- timely with the January thaw. It doesnit help if the teacher has thought up a particularly devilish as- signment either. Write a humorous essay! Ho, ho. I feel so humorous. ltis about three o'clock now. Plenty of time, you say, a whole afternoon ahead of me. It may be plenty of time for other people, but not for yours truly. It takes at least three hours to work myself up to doing real endeavor. My abused conscience gives a half-hearted kick, and I wander into the living-room for some paper. What do you know! My eye lights on the Sunday paper. I pounce on it with glee. Somewhat later I get up and look around. What was it I came in for? Unfortunately, my memory is better than usual. Quit kidding yourselff' it sneers, uyou know. I repress the urge to have what there is of it surgically removed, and go get the paper. Done in slow motion, this takes lime. When it is out, I remember suddenly that I haven't done my French sentences. They are easy, and why not do them first? No sooner said than - - well, started, anyway. After that I remember a very good mystery I haven't read. Suppressing conscience and memory with both hands, I start it. Time passes, as it usually does. After supper I wash my hair and dry it, reading several comic books that I don't par- ticularly care for. At the eleventh hour, 1 really the ninthj I spot the pen and paper lying accusingly on the desk. Now I remember! That was what I was supposed to do. And thatis why it's ten o'clock now. -Vivian Scott 1

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BUBBLE GUM CHEWING I strongly believe that the art of chewing bubble gum is one that is shamefully neglected. Many people recognize and admire paintings, works of sculpture, and concertos by the great composersg but rarely are the bubble gum experts appreciated and applauded. Even so, there is practicallyno difference between these fields. It requires as much skill to maneuver the huge pink mass of bubble gum in your mouth as it does to achieve success in any of the more respected arts. Even more skill is called for if the person who is chewing wishes to speak and make himself under- stood. A mumbled, jumbled sentence is sufficient testimony of a sloppy and unskilled chewer. The supreme test of the art of bubble gum chew- ing is blowing bubbles. The real perfectionist can produce a flawless bubble - - not egg-shaped or an out of proportion one, but a perfectly rounded bubble. The expert that can do this has trained him- self extensively in watching his fellows and their chewing. He is able to forestall any possibility of his bubble being smashed in his face. I think people who commit such a heinous crime ought to be pun- ished as soundly as someone who destroyed a beautiful painting would be. There is nothing more aggravating than to have a sticky mass of bubble gum covering your face that was once a beautiful, flawless bubble. If reading this little essay has brought you to thinking you might want to make a career in this field, I highly recommend that you make an at- tempt. I wam you that you will not receive much recognition, but the enjoyment and relaxation will be reward enough. If you are a beginner and want to learn the fundamentals of bubble gum chewing, I also recommend a book which I have just written entitled How To Chew Bubble Cum Successfully. It contains much helpful information such as lip positions for making perfect bubbles, how to speak and chew at the same time, etc. Good luck! -Joy Roberts i Q f H MOONLIGHT MARVELS Sliding softly o'er the waters Tink'ling, dancing, dazziling light Mellow, yellow, golden streamers Quiet wavelets lighting night. Like a path for singing angels Rimmed by murky, endless sea Moonlight lays its rich, gold carpet Splendrous sight for all to see. Glowing, painting, noiseless, tainting Bright moon sails on joyous high Spreading spark'ling smiles on moon-glade Drawing from the waves a sigh. Paul Jordan, Senior MORNING In brooding hush, a low-flung cloud protects the shifting waves, And soft and gray, a dripping veil explores the rocks and caves. Above and wheeling in and out a gull sails off to seag To cut the mist to trailing rags and leave them hanging free. So slashed the gliding silver knife, that brooding thickness pales, And snatching up her ragged skirt, that limply hangs and trails, She softly fades as morning comes and leaves the ocean free. The mist has gone, the ghost of night, and left a sparkling sea. Vivian Scott, Sophomore f il l Q WO' HOPPON' From time to time we stop and think What happened to the boys this year. We've played and re-played all the games We fought so hard and came so near. It's very hard to understand Why we had such a time. We sometimes get so far ahead. But then we'd lose by nine. At Bangor we played very well. We thought we had the gameg An ankle then was sprained by Nate - - But he was not to blame. Then darn it all, poor Don fouled out- - We then began to fold. A twelve point lead was whittled down. We weren't the boys of old. We gazed into the crystal ball, We wondered what to do. We won just four hoop games this year, The boys were sad and blue. This was the year to be so great - - We had a veteran teamg But breaks and injuries got us down And smashed our little dream. But anyway we did our best - - You couldn't ask for more. We weren't the champs of yesteryear We hope the fans aren't sore. -LeRoy Dyer

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DEBATING H0 GRS 1952 UNIVERSITY OF MAINE STATE CHAMPS Fred ,lellison and john Lymburner, who won the University of Maine State Championship in February, have compiled one of the most impressive records in the history of B.H.H.S. dehating. Their record of sixteen wins and two losses added a great deal to the success of this past season, and has given B.II.II.S. one of the most enviable records in Eastern Maine. This year our debaters completed their season with a record of thirty-one wins and ten defeats out of a total of forty-one interscholastic debates.