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

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THE CASE OF THE FROZEN SANTA CLAUS It was 12 noon when I. Inspector Cotton, arrived at the North Pole. 1 had come to investigate Santa Claus. He complained to me over the phone that he kept getting colder and colder all the time. The very first thing that I did when I arrived was button up my coat, for it was very chilly up there. (7,361.50 below zero). I then went to Santa's office I knocked on the door - Crash! No answer. I knocked again. Crash! Crash! Still no answer, so 1 hollered, “Yoo hoo. anybody home?” “Yes,” came an answer, so weak that I could hardly hear it. “We have a body here, in case you are interested.” 1 then rushed into the room from where the voice came, and sure enough, there was a body, frozen in ice with a mess of fish. Right then I knew for sure, I, the great Inspector Cotton, knew that something fishy was going on somewhere, and that somewhere was right in the very room that I was standing in. 1 examined the frozen body to discover who it was. It was • - - it was • - it was - • Santa Claus! At first I couldn’t believe my eyes, but then, my eyes belonged to me and 1 knew that I was honest, so I believed them. I looked around for the person who had hollered to me and I found him. one of Santa's sweet, graceful little helpers. I then quickly told him to bring me an ice pick, fast. “Dull, okay, okay, Mister.” he replied. He then clobbered out of the room to get the ice pick. After he returned. I quickly got Santa Claus out of the ice and thawed him out. I asked him to explain to me what had happened. I also informed him that I was the great, heroic, dashing Inspector Cotton come to bring him out of his misery and get the criminal who had tried to murder him. I-came-to- the-rescue. After many sneezes and coughs lie told me lied begin at the beginning. It all started.” he said very sheepishly, “when 1 was returning from a baked bean supper which was sponsored by the Polar Bear Boys,” who were holding their 33,000th anniversary. 1 had got about half way home,” he continued, when I stumbled and fell over a stick and everything went black. When I awoke I discovered someone had stolen my coat and boots. I then started for home in my stock- ings, without my coat, and began to get colder and colder and began sneezing. By the time I got home. I was coughing ice cubes. No matter how hard I tried to get warm. I kept getting colder and colder. I then remembered your great feats in solving tough cases, and so I called you, hoping that you. the great Inspector Cotton, might spare a moment of your precious time in order to help poor, big defenseless me. After I called you I kept getting still more and more cold, and about an hour before you arrived I froze solid and fell into a large tub of ice water and fish. And that’s my story. You Inspector, know the a ” rest. Yes, I knew the rest and I also knew that this was going to lie a tough case to crack. I decided then that I had better go to the scene of the crime and hunt for clues. I checked my essential equipment such as handcuffs, billy club, and watch, to make sure they were in good working order. Then I checked, just for the fun of it. my minor equipment such as machine gun. bazooka, anti-tank gun, mortar. 75 hand grenades, and my germ warfare kit. I then struck out very silently for the Polar Rears Club. When I reached the place to which Santa had directed me, the scene of the crime, I looked for clues, and sure enough I found some - - a woman s old pair of shoes and a woman’s overcoat. I was at first startled, but then I knew 1 must be steady, for I was the great, fearless, dashing Inspector Cotton, and this crime would not go unpunished. I knew I This Page Sponsored By Whitney’s Electric Southwest Harbor R. F. Copp General Store - Trenton I,eslie I. Dun ton Salisbury Cove

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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

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would got the crook if it took 75 million years to do it. I continued my journey to the Polar Bears Club. Vi hen 1 arrived, I knocked. Crash! The door opened and there stood a tall blue- eyed dame, and she was wear- ing, as I had a hunch she would be. clothes. And part of those clothes belonged to Santa Claus. I then began questioning her. “Okay, babe, what's your story?” Her only reply was, “Hello there - • big boy.” There was only one thing left for me to do, so I said, “Okay, babe, you’re coming with me where justice w'ill be done.” I grabbed her by the hand and started out the door, but that’s as far as I got, for there, appearing in the door- way. was Santa Claus, holding a gun on me. At first I was startled, but 1 quickly came to my senses, for 1 the great In- spector Cotton, never flinch. “What’s the big idea?” I asked Santa very sharply. “Ha! 1 guess we had you fooled. Inspector,” said Santa “I think we put on a prettv good act. Little did you expect me. the Scorpion, and the Spider Lady to be up here at the North Pole.” I was shocked, for 1 knew how dangerous the Scorpion and the Spider Lady really were. Many people would have fainted just to know that they were in the very same region as these two desper- adoes. But. of course. I didn't, for I was the great, fearless Inspector Cotton. What are you doing here, and where is the real Santa Claus?” I asked him in wonder. “All right, I might as well tell you, because you won’t live to tell anyone else,” the Scorpion said. The Spider Lad) and 1 came up here to the North Pole to sabotage Santa Claus and keep him hidden while we pose as Mister and Mrs. Santa Claus. We decided not to let Santa deliver his presents and clean up a good fortune. Our plan almost failed when Santa escaped and came here to the Polar Bears Club for a baked bean supper. The Spider I-ady secretly put some fixed beans on his plate which, when eaten, would freeze him up solid in a few hours. It also kept him from remembering about his being kidnaped. On his wa home, I jumped him and took his coat and boots, for we needed them in order to complete Mrs. Santa’s costume, lie then must have called you as soon as he got home. After you talked with him and had started out for the Polar Bears Club. I kidnapped him again and took his place as Santa. And now. my dear Inspector Cotton. 1 have captured you, and now I will shoot you after you let go of the Spider Lady’s hand.” After bearing his story, I realized I didn’t have much time to act. I still had a way out. for I had hold of the Spider Lady s hand. I gave her a push which sent her scaling across the room right into the Scorpion. When she hit him. his gun went off and killed her. I then sprang at him like a true hero would, and after a brief struggle I captured him. 1 then said, “Talk. Where is the real Santa?” He s tied up down in his cellar behind the oil barrel,’ the Scorpion replied very nervously. I tied him up, took him over to Santa’s house, and found and untied Santa. Santa thanked me for saving him and offered me a reward, but I refused, for I wasn’t money hungry like a lot of people: I was the great, heroic, dashing, fearless Inspector Colton. I replied, “The only thing I want in return, Santa, is a ride w ith you on Christmas Eve.” So I want all of my faithful little, heroic, dash- ing, fearless, junior Inspector Cottons to be sure to leave two lunches at Christmas Eve for Santa Claus and me. Case Closed! —Donald Cotton A STAR TO GUIDE THEM The night was cold, dark and still On that far-off hill. No sound came forth to stir the night. But the moon was bright. A child’s cry pierced the silence deep W here people were asleep. And a star shone closely overhead Above the bed. An angel voice sang, “Peace - Good will!” Then was still. But the star shone throughout the night To guide- Kings to his side. None so great a king as he . . . Love manifold eternally. —Dale Barton DOES SANTA COME DOWN 01 R CHIMNEY All through the night before Christmas, my brother sleeps very little. He is expecting dear old Santa to come down the chimney and fetch him a staggering batch of toys to play with and numerous varieties of candy. Now% it is very fortunate that my brother is blessed with an impractical mind, because, unfor- tunately. we have no fireplace. We have a chimney to be sure, but it goes down to a most unromantic oil furnace, which, if Santa should decide to come down it, would burn the whiskers and red pants right off him and he would rise from said chimney a sadder and wiser man. —Paul Adler This Page Sponsored By R. H. Moon Contractor Bangor Furniture Co. Complete Home Furnishings Shelton Bros., Inc. Plumbing