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

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straight to me when they discover they are missing. Oh please God, have mercy on me. It means so much to me this time. I promise to try hard, only please — please forgive me. 1 didn't mean to be had. Won’t you please tell Santa Claus not to forget me! 1 didn't mean to take the cookies ! ! ! —Ann Tripp '53 your life! There you sit all worn out! A person who has learned the skill of typing should be commended on the superiority of his nervous system. Donald E. Dyer, Jr. 53 -------o-------- ()() , AM I MAD! LEARNING TO TYPE Today, as never before, the art of typewriting is becoming more and more popular. Practically all business concerns in the United States do their business correspondence with typewriters. This is why a young person, who is applying for a job should be able to type. A person who has pride in ♦ making his business transaction neat is going to excel and move ahead faster than a person who does not. Keeping this in mind many students in our pub- lic schools are learning to type. But. somehow, in some way or another, it is not as easy as it seems. They just can't seem to make their fingers fly over the keyboard. If they do they don’t hit the right keys. Let's start from the beginning and tell why. First of all. the teacher has the future typists, (that is what we had better call them), learn the placement of their fingers on the keyboard. Yes, this appears to be very easy. You just have to learn the keys a. s, d, f. j. k, I, : , and you’re all set. But many stu- dents don’t take time to learn them because they figure they can look at the keys and type just as well. But they soon learn, to their sorrow, that they can't. The first two or three weeks are fine ami they know all about the typewriter now. Then there comes the day when the keys are capped and the letters can't be seen. Boy! You should hear the groans and complaints. The usual speed with which you have previously typed drops to one tap of a key about every minute. You scratch your head and you can actually feel the perspiration of frustra- tion. Eventually after a hard struggle, you become accustomed to the caps. After this, all you need is practice. However, before I finish, let me say a few words about the speed tests. Each day the instructor gives you a paragraph to type. You try to type as much of this as you can in a minute. On the word “go you type as fast as you can. But here is what happens. You are going at great speed and then you hit two keys at once, causing them to stick. After you have un- fastened them you can't remember where a certain letter is or what became of your place in the para- graph. By then you are ready to throw the type- writer through a window. When you are through with this episode you can't hit the right key to save Is it not perplexing when. Studying so hard I’ve been. Someone else a rumpus raised And Teacher Weymouth seems quite phased. To the desk he comes with a snort, “Mr. Shelton, you will report!” (Utter contempt, yet feelings masked) “What's the matter? of him I asked. “You know as well as I. said he “And in my room at three you'll be. And so till soon I am outside. Here I sit, 'cause here I’m tied. —David Shelton '53 -------o-------- LATIN JIVE STYLE Have you heard that Latin is a language dead Of people long decaying? Well. sir. then ou’ve too many bones in your head And you don’t know what you're saying. To enlighten you just come along For a visit in Room Five: You'll hear ets and emos all sung in song — W hy. Latin's more lively than jive! The vocabulary and translations. Word studies, declensions, and conjugations — W hy man. these things are reel and mella. But then, you see. I’m a real gone puella. Beatrice Hayes ------u------- GLAMOR GIRL Several million people all over the I nited States eagerly crowded closer to their television sets, wait- ing for the judges final decision that would pro- claim one of the thirty beautiful females “Queen of all the rest. File crowd around the platform surged forward with excitement. The contestants, winners of other contests, stood ealmy at one end of the platform while the judges counseled at the other. Finally, one of the judges stepped in front of the others. A tense hush settled over the crowd for it knew this to be the great moment. The judge spoke into the micro- phone “ Will M iss Glamor Girl please step forward? Amidst cheers, the glamorous female went for- ward to the judges' table. The loudspeaker boomed with the judges’ final words. “I now proclaim Miss Glamor Girl as best female dog in the show!” And the crowd ran forward to congratulate the lucky owner. —Joy Lymburner ’55 This I age Sponsored tty H. C. Stratton Co. Arthur O. Iverson Ellsworth Maine General Store • Trenton Snow Noalley Co. The Brass Rail Bangor Maine Bangor Maine

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“I WONDER” I wonder why I think of you In every waking hour. I wonder why I paint your face On every budding flower. I wonder where it came from, This sweet and lovely spell. I wonder why I love you— Maybe you can tell! —Ann Tripp '53 THE TEST We have a test in class today. It reallv lias me scared. The questions are just bound to be On something not prepared. 1 studied this, I studied that And turned page after page, I’ntil my eyes are nearly blind — Mv mind almost in rage! In class, I chew my nails to bits. The teacher talks away. He grins, and then he stops to yell, “No test for you, today!” —Jeanne Cleaves --------o------- SMOKE GETS IN YOl R EVES Personally, I don’t smoke. Perhaps the reason why I have never had the desire to do so is because when I am with people who are smoking their smoke gets in my eyes, nose and ears, and plugs up my throat until I nearly choke to death. So in my esti- mation, cigarettes are enough to kill a man. That's why 1 keep clear of them. Rut what tickles me are the techniques some women use in order to let people know they are experienced smokers. The sophisticated smoker is no end amusing. From between her fingers she gently places the long, beautiful snow-white, small paper cylinder into her mouth. With the other hand she presses on her shiny lighter and sets the cigarette afire. Drawing into her lungs about as much smoke as she is able to consume, she waits a while. Then she becomes a dragon, w ith the smoke pour- ing from her nose and mouth in steady' streams. You wonder if the next breath won’t be smoke, too, because of the amount of smoke she took in. for it doesn’t seem as though she could let it all out in just one breath. How she lives through one cigarette is more than one can understand. And al- most you wish she wouldn t. I’ll never forget a woman I once knew who smoked in this manner. She filled her mouth with as much smoke as she could (didn t in- hale. but just filled her mouth). Yfter that dramatic procedure, she caused a very beautiful scene to occur. With her mouth half open, she jerked her head back curiously and left the smoke in mid-air to curl very artistically up around her nose and eyes. I can’t see what J( enjoyment she got out of it, other than being noticed. Perhaps the most popular method is that which I have generally noticed among beautiful young ladies. They, like the sophisticated smoker, gently press the precious fag between their lips and inhale far too much. Tilting their heads a little awkwardly, they then blow the smoke straight into the air hor- izontally. They blink their starry eyes prettily as the smoke goes by. Thev seem to get as much out of a cigarette as they put into smoking it, and that's a lot. Yes, how often I wonder just w hat type of smoker 1 would be if I took up the habit. I think I’d like to lie one of those dragon ladies, with the smoke coming out of all ends. It looks so much more fascinating and skillful. Y et. 1 would probably throw the cigarette away with the first puff, for I would be terribly sick from swallowing what now chokes me merely from its smell. —Helen Hanscom --------o------- I DIDN’T MEAN IT” It’s so dark here, and the time seems to be dragging. It must be way past midnight. All I can hear is the ticking of the clock. And here 1 am wait- ing . . . waiting! ! If they only knew how' things would turn out, but only time will tell. I’ve got to do something to take my mind off that maddening lick-tock-tick-tock. I can’t stand it! Sitting here in the cold dreary darkness not knowing what will happen next. If only I could turn on the radio . . . No. they’d hear it. Maybe if I tried reading . . . No, they’ll see the light. All right! All right! I’ll confess ! ! ! Oh. God, you’ve got to forgive me! 1 didn't mean to do wrong. I just couldn’t help myself! I didn t mean any harm! I couldn’t help taking them. I just couldn’t, honest. I couldn’t. They have always been my weakness, and 1 bet you'd like to have had them too. 1 know I've done it time and time again, and they kept warning me they would give me one more chance. I always suffer the consequences, and say I'll never do it again. Yet whenever the situation arises again and 1 see those beautiful, enticing things 1 can’t resist them. It is beyond my control. My hands just reach out for them automatically. No one ever sees me take them. But they always come Ellsworth American Printers Since 1850 This I'age Sponsored 11 y A. J. McKay Beal’s Service Station West End Sheet Metal Ellsworth Maine Drug Company

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every sentence that you write if you have time to w rite more than one. Well. I have expounded on this subject so that you can at last get a true picture of what French is rrallv like. If you want to speak French land I can’t imagine why any sane person would) I sug- gest you pack vour belongings — lock, stock and barrel — and migrate to France where you just learn to speak the language and don't have to bother with any of the rules. I wonder how many french- men bother with rules anyway. —Joan Williams FRENCH French is a modern language. It was until re- cently considered the language of diplomacy. The best educated people sjieak French. It is required of college preparatory students, though of course they never speak it and few can even read it. Modern educators seem to deviate from the beaten path In- stating that this “classic” stressed so much by the teacher of the “old school” is no longer essential. I agree most whole heartedly! When I entered high school. I looked forward to my sophomore year when I would have the privilege” of studying French. I marveled at the people who had the ability to roll off a long sentence in this sacred tongue. Even the upper classmen who came to me and said. “Bonjour,” or some other difficult phrase seemed to me un- doubted geniuses. I longed for the end of my first year of French when I would astound my un- fortunate non-French speaking friends with my fluency in the strange language. I.o and behold, the promised year arrived: We were handed our first books which were supposed to teach us (so we thought) French in 36 easy lessons. It looked easy enough — at first. The first thing which confronted us was a vocabulary quiz the second day of school. Three-fourth of the class flunked. I guess we had needed to spend a little more time on those words if we were to get anywhere. So undaunted, we set to with new fervor. Would we let this simple langu- age get us down? Never! Well, we went through the first hook — eventual- ly. After a lot of 60's and 70’s, that is. At this time we were introduced to another phase of French — translation. It was in some book on the history of France designed for a fifth grader that we made our first, (and sad I attempts. Night after night, lights burned while the sophomores labored hours to com- plete their translations. Next day we would troop into class, each confident that he would surprise his teacher by the length of the selection translated. Usually we went through the text in five minutes Would we give up? Never. So on we dragged until we were through second year f rench. Finally, we reached our last year in this beloved (big joke) language. Yes. I guess we did reach it after learning 14 conjugations which had six parts in each of the three regular verbs. (That's 232 dif- ferent forms.) May I remind you that this does not include the 97 or more irregular verbs which have J54 parts each that we learned, or the orthographical peculiarities of verbs in the first conjugation, or the imperative moods, of which there are five in each verb, or the infinitive or participles of each. And that is only verbs. Every word has a special rule about it — almost. You can t just pul the in front of a word as you do in English. 3 ou consider the gender and number and whether there is a rule that sa - you don't put “the in English. ou do this with THE BIOGRAPHY OF JOHN IAMBI RNER ( As taken from the mental notes of his friend, Dick Salisbury) Of John’s advent into the world on February 13, 1936. I don’t know much, since I had not come into the world myself then. But 1 can well imagine, if that event was surrounded by all the fanfare that John usually succeeds in having for even the most trivial of his doings, that his birth was a howling success. But that date, that fatal 13th has already proved somewhat unlucky for him. and unless he reforms in certain respects I expect it foreshadows something pretty bad. My first sight of John is clearly in my mind. 1 was an out-of-town boy and hadn't begun to mix; and there was John, a big shot, running the play- ground. making up rules as he went along. At the age of eight John was in business for himself. He had a small orange bicycle named “Betsy.” and each morning he whizzed over his paper route on it. Like so many- of our presidents, he got up at six. All during grammar school John and his pals. Bob Conti and Lee Doyle, were the big guns of the class. They had the money, the brains, the time and the women. The world was theirs. He didn't distinguish himself in sports until he got into high school. Then he really became a good buddy of mine. John didn’t really get going in his love life until this year. After he got his class ring he got himself a girl, a good looker, too. to hang his ring on. About John’s future. 1 don’t know. 1 m sure he II be a great guv if he keeps on: and some day I think he’ll make a remarkable president. He thinks so too. -------o------- TWO’S A CROWD Before 1 heard the doctors tell The dangers of a kiss, I had considered kissing you The nearest thing to bliss. But now I know biology And sit and sigh and moan. Six million mad bacteria . . . And I thought yve were alone. —Leslie B. Gray, Jr. Sears. Roebuck Bangor Maine This I'age Si onsored Hy Nissen Baking Corp. Bangor Maine Sawyer s Jewelry Store 91! Main Street Y. M. C. A. Bar Harbor Maine