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

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FRESHMAN CLASS . . The Freshman Class, numbering 36 was well represented in extra-curricular activities. Stanley Harris, Richard Givens, David Morrison and Robert Stanley were on the football squad, and Howard Hamor was junior manager. Rasil Davis, Richard Givens, John Kelly. Ronald MacQuinn, Ronald Rob- inson, and Kenneth Hanscom were on the jayvee basketball team; Edna Leighton, Betsy Flynn, and Geraldine Abbott were cheerleaders. Allison Beal and Edna Leighton played girls’ basketball. Joyce Iverson was on the student council and Edna Ix-igh- ton on the assembly committee. We had seven mem- bers in the band and nineteen in chorus. Our officers were as follows: Gerard Garland, president; Joyce Iverson, vice-president: Betsy Flynn, secretary; and Edna Iveighton, treasurer. The eighth grade started this year with an en- rollment of 39 but it now numbers 37. Our class won first place in the Curtis Advertising Campaign, thanks to Mary Owens. Many of the boys made the ilth grade basketball team and four girls made the cheering squad. Our officers were as follows: Rich ard Russell, president: Gale Brewer, vice-president; Elaine Sylvia, secretary; Laurie Beckett, treasurer This 1'age Sponsored By EIGHTH GRADE . . J. J. Newberry Co. Ellsworth M. A. Clark. Inc. Ellsworth Harmon Piano Company Bar Harbor - Bangor

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I - SKY AND FOREST TREES In autumn, the leaves turn colors And fall, like tears, to the ground. As if dreaming the coming winter When the snow lies all around. In winter, the trees, like statues, Are standing straight and tall. As if they are waiting and listening For April winds to call. —Joy Lymburner SEA GULLS The gull has feathers of snowy white, The grace of angels in its flight. And sweeping glides with wide spread wings- Among the loveliest of things. —Richard Russell CHURCH I walk into the village church And see the congregation there; I know' that God is with us all And answers every wish and prayer —Richard Russell AUTUMN He was waiting beneath a tree, in the grove that lies beyond the field. Beyond the field the trees grow tall, with grasses and vines about their feet. There are little square tomb-stones half-hidden and crumbling in the vines. The words on them are gone. In autumn, the golden leaves lie softly against the mouldering stones and are not afraid to die. The leaves were falling. He was looking towards the path that led across the fields and watching a young girl who came along it. She had dark red hair. Late sunlight touched it with gold, and it shone with the colors of the autumn trees. She walked with young grace, and beneath her feet the fallen leaves stirred, rustled a little, and then lay still. She came to the trees and stopped there, resting her hand on the trunk of an oak beside her. He came towards her, smiling and saying, “Hello, Anna. You’ve come early.” Her fingers picked at the bark. A piece of it came loose and fell. What's the matter?” he asked. “You can’t come with me. Is that it?” “No, no, I can’t come with you.” He came up to the tree and leaned against it. looking at her. “Then your mother changed her mind,” he said. “No. Peter.” She stopped for a minute, looking at the brown grass and the leaves around her feet. A wind stirred the leaves and sent them whispering over the ground. The shadows of the trees lay on the stones. “Look at me,” he said. “It’s something I said to you. isn’t it? That’s what it is.” “No. it isn't anything you’ve done. It’s some- thing that isn’t there. I’ve been pretending - • and I can’t do it any longer.” “You said you loved me. You said it here where we're standing, and I heard you say it.” “1 wanted to love someone so much; I wanted to so badly!” “So you picked me.” “It worked for a while.” They stood there, motionless and silent like the tree beside them. He turned quickly and walked down the path, crunching the leaves beneath his feet. “Peter.” He stopped and waited, not looking at her. She moved her hand over the rough hark of the tree. “I’m sorry.” —Vivian Scott II- THE CHRISTMAS SPIRIT THE FASCINATING STREET During the Christmas season the main street of my town is one beautiful sight: snow, the Commun- ity Santa Claus walking around passing out candy to ihe younger girls and boys, people hurrying about to get their Christmas shopping done, and the big com- munity tree on the village green, with its colored lights shining out and reflected from the snow- covered ground. , —Lawrence Met arland This 1‘age Sponsored By Green Copp Tinsmiths - Bar Harbor MacLeod Motors Buick - Cadillac Brown’s Studio Cottage Street