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

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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

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HOMEWORK Do your homework, son. Just as soon as this T.V. program is over. I want you to do it right now! But gee whiz, Mom, this program is only on once a week, and it's half over now. All right, just this one, then you must start on our homework. y Sure thing, Mom. Start on your homework now, son, the pro- ram is over. g But some of the fellas are here and they want me to go to the show with them. I said, do your homework! But Mom, it's a real good show, and I might not get a chance to see it again, and besides, the home- work is simple and I can get it done in a jiffy when I come home. All right, but you'll have to come right home from the show and get to work on it. Gee fellas, that sure was a swell show, letis go into the Soda Shoppe and see what's going onf, Well, goodnight boys, see you tomorrow. Gosh, these problems are hard. Hey Mom, whatis the square root of 23871 ? -GERARD GARLAND '57 i1l-oil-4 THE STREAM In winter the stream is a choked up mass of ice and snow, and the blue and dark green water looks frigid. Above it, the pine trees, their branches laden with snow, hang low, almost into the current. The stream turns to a muddy brown in spring, the ice melts, and the water rushes, as if chased by a thousand angry lions, down to the lake. Summer comes, and the stream is a merrily sing- ing brook, flowing quietly over moss covered stones. Every so often a little trout can be seen slipping into a pool of calm between the rocks, and frogs leap from rock to rock or plop into the water. When autumn comes, the leaves fall lightly on the water and sail like tiny ships of red and gold over the rapids and on until they come to rest against the rocks of the banks. The water gets colder and colder again, and a strange calm settles over it. It is waiting for the snow and ice. The rapids can not be heard because the water runs slowly now. The stream has stopped its singing for another year, but with the next spring it will be reborn again. It never stays a small unim- portant stream for long. -J ERI WAscAT'r '56 AMERICAN BOY I go to school, I play sports. I have few other interests. I'm just an average American boy. I would like to be a doctor or a coach, and sometimes I think I want to be a professional basketball player. I get along pretty well with people, arguing just enough to prove that I'm right, even though I'm wrong. l am curious, ambitious, daring, I am conceited, competitive, critical, I often feel a sense of insecur- ityg I sense something in the future, but I don't know what. A boy is a boy, and I think I'm just an average American boy. -HERBERT MITCHELL '55 11..o BLUE MONDAY People complain about high prices, taxes, the cost of living, the wildness of young people. But as far as I am concerned, I have only two complaints: the nights are too short and Monday follows Sunday. 'You just get started enjoying your evening when it is time to go home and go to bed. And no sooner are you in bed and asleep than morning comes again. And if we could only eliminate Monday, then with one fell swoop we would be rid of Blue Mon- day, wash day, and Monday morning's awful muddle. That's all we need do, for everyone feels great by Tuesday. -WALTER SWEET 'P.G. -o 1-4 sf' 1 WONDER up I I feel like tearing up this paper and throwing it all around the room. Why can't I get all A's or even B's? All I seem to get back lately are papers with red marks all over them. It makes me mad! Why do the teachers have to use red? I suppose they think it's easier for the students to see the corrections. It surely is, and so can all the other students see them over your shoulder. Why don't they make the correc- tions in ink? I would see them just as plainly. It gets sort of tiring to get my papers back with a low mark. Why, why can't I get a high mark for a change? Is it really me? I suppose it could be, but I hate to admit it. You want to know something? I think I'll put more effort into my work. Do you suppose that would help? They say it does. I think l'll try it for a change. I might even like it. Do you suppose? -CAROLYN MACQUINN '55 This Page Sponsored By Iouise's Restaurant Bangor Hydro-Electric Co. MacLeod Motors, Inc Bar Harbor Mount Desert Division Bar Harbor