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

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LIFE AT PERKINS INSTITUTE Seven years at Perkins Institute afforded me an opportunity to learn many things. Perkins is made up of thirty-four acres of orchards, flower gardens, vineyards, and beautiful lawns. Cherry, apple, and pear blossoms, lilacs, and roses, add to the beauty of the English architecture of the brick buildings. Slides, merry-go-rounds, and see-saws are avail- able for the younger childreng while a swimming pool, skating rink, bowling alleys, a track, and a large gym are used by the older students. Perkins boys and girls participate in many activ- ities. Not being able to play basketball or football, the boys participate in wrestling with other high schools and prep schools throughout the state. A tournament is held every year for all of the schools for the blind on the East coast. I believe the boys went to Kentucky this year. Swimming, tumbling, track, baseball, and row- ing are some other sports enjoyed by the students at Perkins. Dancing, skating, and card games are common. The Massachusetts champion chess player is a Perkins student. Music is Perkins' substitute for basketball. Voice lessons, organ , piano, and many other instruments are taught to all of the students who are interested. The glee clubs, chorus, soloists, and the D.J.I... trio are available for engagements throughout the state. It is not uncommon to have one or two engagements a week. I might add that the glee clubs and the chorus are nonprofit organizations. Visits to the opera, symphony, stage plays, and jazz concerts are made by the students. And there are sports enthusiasts: the Red Sox and Celtics are favorites of many Perkins students, while others of us root for foreign teams. I have many wonderful memories of Perkins, but sharing in the glory of the just now famous Sea- siders is a thrill I am glad not to miss. -JANICE LISCOMB '55 -. 01.-- PILGRIM'S PROGRESSP Pilgrimis Progress was written by John Bunyan over three hundred years ago, but it still remains as an interesting and classic novel. Although he does not admit it openly, Bunyan is actually writing an autobiography. This type of writing is somewhat unique, however, as it presents the writer's life as il long and tedious journey. Based on the trials and tribulations of true religion, the story presents troubles and inspirations as characters along the straight and narrow way to the Celestial City. The story begins as Christian meets Evangelist in the City of Destruction, where Christian lives with his wife and their four sons. Evangelist convinces Christian, who at the time is weighted down by a great load upon his back which is interpreted as his sins and failures, that Cod can forgive all, and that the City of Destruction will soon meet a horrible end. Christian pleads with his wife and his neigh- bors to come with him on his journey, but they scoff at him and make fun of him. Two of his neigh- bors, Obstinate and Pliable, argue with him, and Pliable is won over to Christian's side, but he goes only as far as the Slough of Despond, proving it is not enough to be pliable. As he goes on, Christian meets such difficulties and characters as Mr. World- ly Wiseman, Mr. Legality, Civility, Goodwill, and the Interpreter in his first day of travel. After being shown and having interpreted for him a few examples of the power of God, he leaves the house of the interpreter and continues on his travels. In the course of his journey he meets Faithful, with whom he continues until the city where Vanity Fair is held. There they are both imprisoned, and Faithful is put to death. Christian, however, escapes with the help of Hopeful, who is won to his cause by the calm actions of Faithful even in his death hour. Hopeful continues with Christian and they help each other until they come to the Celestial City and enter in. The second part of the story deals with the family and friends of Christian. Christian's wife, Christina, when she heard the news of Christianis success, became greatly ashamed and repentant. She followed in her husband's footsteps along with her four sons, Joseph, James, Matthew, and Samuel, and a neighbor of theirs, Mercy by name. When they came to the house of the Interpreter, they stayed for a while, and when they left, they were given the use of a guide, Mr. Great-heart. He protected them the rest of their journey, fighting and overcoming many of the dangers that befronted them. When Christian and Christina are reunited in the Celestial City there is much joy and happiness all around. In the story Bunyan implies that legality pre- vent-s religion, and such was the case in his life, for he suffered imprisonment and possible execution for his writings, being a Puritan and, at that time. banned. -RICHARD RUSSELL '53 This Page Sponsored By V1ner's Music Co. John J. Nissen Baking Co. Dyer's Pontiac Bangor Bangor Bar Harbor

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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

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A WORLD OF PEACE What would the earth be like today If it were full of peace? If the hatred in the world Suddenly all should cease? If nations could see eye to eye, And people face to face, And it made no difference to any man Your color, creed, or race? Someday o'er this earth may come A message sweet and clear, To tell each person, young and old, That peace is very near. If you believe in miracles, And many people do - - Then maybe through your hopes and prayers This dream may soon come true. -JAcQUEI.iNi: Comrrwrzx' '5 '- 1-.-110 THE SCIENTIFIC WAY OF MAKING A PEANUT BUTTER AND JELLY SANDWICH Making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich is something I do when there are two conditions: III lim hungry and l2l I canlt get my mother to do it. This is one thing I do very well because my mother doesn't like to make them any more than I do. My whole secret is to do it scientifically. First of all, and the most important, are the in- gredients. They are as follows: one jar of Skippy! Creamy Style Peanut Butter containing T90 roasted peanuts made into a nice, creamy butter-like sub- stance: one jar of Welch's Grapelade jam. made with the sweetest grapes from the best vineyards in the worldg two slices of Mack's King-Size Sunbeam Bread: one stainless steel knife: and, last but not least, a table with a red and white checkered oilcloth. You must be careful, however, to get neither table nor oilcloth into the sandwich. First, you take the two slices of snowy-white Mack's Sunbeam bread and place them side by side on the red and white checkered oilcloth. Then take- your stainless steel table knife, and take approxi- mately 37 peanuts of the 799 in the jar of Skippy's Peanut Butter, and put it on one slice of brad. Be sure you get Skippyis Creamy Style and not the Chunk Style, or you will have lumps in your finished product. meaning the sandwich, of course. Now spread it out evenly! The next step is to pry open the jar of Welch! grape jelly with a can opener. The amount of jelly to use is something I can not disclose to you because it is top secret information. If you don't like grape jelly, you had better forget eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich - - try tuna. It is - - oops! I..et's not get off the subject. Where were we?? Oh yes, spread your jelly smoothly or your sandwich will taste dry. THERE! You're almost done! Now put the two pieces to- gether evenly so that no peanut butter or jelly is showing. Now taste your finished product along with a tall glass of Kellyis pasteurized milk. Good, isnlt it? Or is it? No matter how carefully or how scientif- ically I do it, the sandwich always seems to taste better when my mother makes it. --DANA Cuzavi-:s '58 . 0-i--1 I DON'T LIKE IT The other day someone rushed up to me and said, How do you like college? I replied, It's my sister that goes to college. Oh, she said, you two look so much alike I canit tell the difference. Now I like my sister very much, but she is about three inches shorter and several pounds heavier than I, and I dislike being mistaken for her. One lady asked me four times in two weeks when I was leaving for college. Each time I told her that it was my sister who attended college, and she always replied, I never can tell you apart. Never is right. I also dislike people who argue about which of my relatives I most resemble. One will say, She looks just like Great-Aunt Ermetrudef' Someone else will pipe in with, I think she looks more like Uncle Wilbur. I mutter under my breath, With- out the beard, of coursef' Other comments I dislike having people make about me are those about size, such as: My how you've grown! or I know you don't like my saying this but my, how tall you are! and Goodness, aren't you a big girl now ?,' These remarks are frequently made by my parents' friends who haven't seen me for a long time. Why, she's all grown up. The last time I saw her she was only knee high to a grasshopperf' and Gracious, how you've changed. What became ol your pigtaiIs? I wonder what they would say if l hadn't grown since the last time they saw me, or if I should continue to wear pigtails the rest of my life. I strongly believe that adults should not call children over ten pet names like Sweetiepie, Precious,,' Lambkin, and Honeybun. After all, we don't remain small children all our lives. When I have become an adult, I hope I don't go around making imbecilic remarks to young people. -SALLY Fu1.x.r:n '57 This Page Sponsored By Cunninghanfs Hotel Parkadia Harold MacQuinn On the Waterfront Arthur Seavey, Prop. General Contractor