Bucksport High School - Hillcrest Yearbook (Bucksport, ME)

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xv-I-X th' lv' if .Qi cg .lllilili Y The major function of the Hillcrest if 19-10 ' . 4 f is a portrayal of the events which have taken place during the year at BHS. Although today such a yearbook does not have the sentimental value to the stu- dents that it will in years to come, it serves to remind the people for what reasons they are sending their children to school. For making this, the Hillcrest of 1940, what it is, much credit is due Miss Britten, Mr. Brown, and Mr. Coffin, who have willingly and generously given their time and advice. We Wish to thank 1- . our ac vertisers who, by their support, have made it financially possible. Charles Kloss Editor-in-chief Page 17

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Smartest Shortest N uttiest Tallest Darkest Handsomest Bashfullest Lightest Ignorant-est N oisiest - l l EST FAMILY Jean HaI'I'iSOI1 Funniest Bill Walsh Charlotte Brooks Craziest Nutty Craig Gayland Powells Jazziest Ruth Lydick iKenI1eth Dresser Brawniest George Baker Esther Gallant Snappiest, X Margaret Morrison Richard Tilley Slimmest Marilyn, Eaton Fulton' Billings Shy-est Vina Gross Adele iCreoker Busiest' Esther Tyler Am. History class Buzziest Eugene Moreau Edward Bachelor Punniest Houston Wardwell SCHOOL IS JUST A SONG Study period- You can't. stop me from dreaming or Darn that dream - Report cards- True confession or That old feelingf' U Home-work- In the still of the night Six week tests- I get along without you very well Honor roll- Stop-it's wonder- ful Vacation- Careless or Its a hap-hap-happy day 3:15- When day is done Glee'Club- I feel a song coming on HISTORY REPEATS ITSELF Establishing the U. S ............ ....................... B uilding of BHS Establishing a government ....... ........ E lection of Student Council Electing a president .............. ....... E lection of class presidents Establishing a treasury ...... ............ S ale of athletic tickets Panic of 1837 ................... ........... I ........... ........... C h ange of periods Political parties .................................................................. The five classes Admitting new states .................. Addition of Agricultural Department Launching of our political parties ............................................ Graduation Baker's Rebellion ........ George Baker's refusal of feminine lead in Miss Shesong's play Civil War ................. ......... I ntramural basketball Forty-niners ............. ............ P resent third graders Era of good feeling ....... ........................................................ V acation Intolerance Act .......... ........................ P rohibition on gum chewing Non-intercourse Act ...... ....... M iss Shesong's restrictions in Study Hall Manifest Destiny ........ .................................................... G raduation Page 16

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APPRECIATION Appreciation! A well known word, isn't it? But how many of the seniors, undergraduates, too, actually know the meaning of the word? Appreciation is something that arises from the pit of one's soul. It is not an attribute that can be increased or impaired at will, on the contrary, it is entirely ab- stract and originates only spontan- eously from within. How many of us appreciate all that has made our high school car- eer possible? Do we ever- stop to realize the dollars spent by our town to main- tain an institution of high standard in order that we might obtain the education necessary for an average living, or the basis for our continued search for knowledge? Do we think of the hours of endurance and patience, understanding and advice, uhselfishly given us by the faculty members in an effort to aid us in locating ourselves in the vast area of learning through which we have groped for the past four years? Do we give a thought to the months of want, weeks of oppres- sion, days of anxiety and worry, years of silent sorrows happily borne by our beloved parents who were willing to sacrifice all in or- der that we might have an oppor- tunity to get a start in this topsy- turvy world? They bore the bur- den of expenses. They surrender- ed luxuries which they might have enjoyed. They spent hours of con- triving, nights of planning, days of laboring, that we might have the chance which they, possibly, were deprived of. It is with these in mind that I speak of appreciation as something abstract. It is a feeling that cannot be expressed by the pencil, it is an inward feeling which comes from the heart. And so, as we receive our diplo- mas, seniors, let us regard them. not as a testimonial of the end of our school career, but as a signi- finance of the gratitude due to all who have helped unlock the door of opportunity to us. -Patricia Phillips, '40. WHY SOME TEACHERS GET GRAY Silence reigned throughout the small hall of the Castine hospital. The only noise that could be dis- tinguished was the clomp, clomp of one pair of shoes. In these shoes my dears, stood all the height of six feet two and a half inches. This six feet two and a half had been steadily pacing the hall with all the grace and dignity of a school teach- er. His eyes were glowing with a strange nature. A scared look could be determined on the face of this person. The white walls dimmed before him. His head reeled and shook upon his tired shoulders, but he still paced back and forth. His eyes were glued upon the little white door ahead of him. It seem- ed so far away. He had been a father before but nevertheless his emotions were not under control. Page 18 He kept repeating to himself, What are you, man or mouse? Stand straight, chest out, chin in, shoulders ba-ck. Take it like a man. But no! This didn't work. He sat on the bench near the window and drew out his handker- chief. He wiped his wet brow. Beads of perspiration covered his tired face. Finally a nurse opened the little white door but he couldn't get up. He couldn't move. His eyes met her smiling face. Happiness beam- ed on his face as she said, It's a boy. He sighed heavily and once more wiped his brow. He was a father again. He threw back his shoulders, chest out, chin in, and went through the little white door like a man. -Frances Goodie, '40.