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

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lb J' I? J fb Ui? x -114 L L 4 , First Row: Carolyn Salisbury, Joyce Linscott, Louise Nickels, Margaret Stanley, SandraWilkinson, James Steenstra, Alan Wilkinson, Barry Clark, Martha Han-scom, Elaine Grindle, Rosalie Murray, Joanne Daigle. Second Row: Mrs. Cray, advisor, Judy Young, Sandra Paine, Beatrice Hayes, Lawrence Cunningham, Theodore Hennigan, Alberta Norton, Madeline Colson, Charles Mitchell, Edgar Rhodes, Gerald Rodick, Richard Copp. Lawrence Abbott, Walter Hanscom, Duaine Liscornb, Jeryl Wasgatt, Mary Lou Conners, Mr. Emery, advisor. Third Row: William Rodick, Donald Hanscom, Dale Barton, Robert Garland, Roger Candage, Charles Ames, Chester Cray, John Stewart, Michael Larra- bee, Vernon Wood, Sheldon Coldthwait, Cordon Fletcher, Vernon McFar- land, David Farrell, Peter Liscomb, Richard McFarland. The junior class. with forty-nine members. was still the largest in the high sehool. This year has been a very successful one for us. ln sports. we had many members in both varsity and jayvee basketball. girls' basketball. baseball, softball. and football. We were well represented in cheering and majorettes also. Many with musical talents were in band and chorus. We also had representatives in the school play and in debating. Three members were in the Student Council, Mary Lou Conners being eleeted secretary of the State Student Council Association. We also had members on the lslander lioard and the ,'xSSf'lIll1lV Committee. Our class advisors were Mrs. Cray and Mr. l'llI1C?I'f'. Our class officers elected were: President ...........................,.............. James Steenstrn Vive President .................................. Alan Wilkinson Secretary ,....... ....... S andra Wilkinsriri Treasurer .... ...........,. B arry Clark CLASS if 956

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WHERE THE PEOPLE WORKED We lived in the country and behind our house were a couple of large fields, used at one time for pastures. The further one was surrounded on three sides by deep, dark woods, that always intrigued me. The grass was very brown and very tall, and some- times I would be completely hidden in it. I loved the field and spent many hours playing in the tall grass, which seemed always billowing in the wind. . In one corner there was an enormous rock, not an ordinary rock at all, but a very special, yes, magical one. It was beside the rock that the menu were work- ing. Who were these men? I know now there were no men there at all, but I used to think there were. They were very real to me. They were always busy work- ing by the rock, doing what? I don't know, but working. My grandfather and I often went down to see these workers We used to check-upn on them and make sure they were busy. There was something about the rock and these people that was comforting. I always felt happy and secure when I was there and saw them on the job. Perhaps it was the field itself,so big,surrounded by the mysterious woods or perhaps it was the big rock, so out of place there, in the field - or what was it? Anyway, as long as the people were work- ing, I felt that everything was all right. Often still I see that big rock and long for the special pleasure I found near it. But I know I'll never go back there again, because the field, its people, and the rock go farther away all the time. -ERLA CLEAVES '55 -T-.--io-il-4 GOING TO CHURCH When I was about five years old, my grand- mother used to take me to church. Thinking back, I can plainly remember that as we went up the walk, I would always look up to the top of the high steeple. As we entered the church, I always blessed myself with the holy water. After being seated inside for a few minutes, my attention was drawn to a voice speaking a language that was unfamiliar. Then the choir, which was in a balcony at the back of the church, would sing. I always liked to hear it, but it also annoyed me in some ways, because I was not allowed to turn around to look at the singers. During the saying of the rosary, I always spent my time looking at the various rosary beads and observing all the people. The sermon itself held no interest for me whatso- ever, however, it gave me a great opportunity to observe the church. At this time the lights were lowered, making the glass-stained windows stanrl out from the walls in all their beautiful colors. Then my eyes would wander down to the Stations of the Cross along each side of the church. When the offer- ing was taken, I always enjoyed seeing the men in their long flowing black robes with the white tops edged in lace. Looking back, I'm afraid that church didn't have a very significant meaning for me. -J ACQUELINE COURTN1-:Y '55 ..01i1. AN UNUSUAL CHARACTER I'm a character which you can not describe phys- ically, I am your inner voice telling you whether you should or should not do a certain thing. If you are persuaded by the devil to do something wrong, I make you think of it all the time and make you feel guilty. Many times I may even make you go back and right the wrong and make you ask for for- giveness. I am not enough to make you do these things all by myself. You have to have a sense of responsibility, good moral character and strength enough to resist evil, When your mother asks you to do an errand, I am the little fellow that tells you to do it and not put up a fuss about it. I am the little fellow that makes you gain friends when you follow my directions. I am your conscience. --BUDDY WAscA'r'r '58 .i0....,. WHATS WRONG WITH THE WORLD? What is wrong with the world? This question has been asked for many years and still no one knows the right answer. But I bet I can come as close to the answer as anyone else. There is too much greed, selfishness, jealousy and not enough laughter in the world. That is why there is so much unhappi- ness and so much fighting on this earth. -CARROLL LURVEY '55 This Page Sponsored By Morang Robinson Auto Co. Reverend Edward F. Fitzpatrick W4-st End Drug Cr