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

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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.

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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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f- A - 4-s 5 5-H i i ...gi-4 -ff' li X gn-5 .ff tlaletics Front Row: N. King, S. Hatch, R. MCGa1'1', L. Dyer, K. Riddell, D. Shelton, P. Jordan, R. Salisbury. Second Row: R. Conti, R. Abbott, L. Higgins, Mr. Gully, J. Bouisfield, G. Riddell, D. Linscott, J. McFarland. Third Row: V. Sorensen, F. Ames, 0. Spear, L. McKay, H. Mitchell, J. Lymlburner, A. Lee, B. Robinson.