Bucksport High School - Hillcrest Yearbook (Bucksport, ME)

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similar, but like most outlines, she isn't always too comprehensible. Oh yes, I grant you the girl in the chapeau is as pretty as a picture, taking into consideration the candid camera brigade. Here comes Dr. Carter. What is that with him? Right you are, it's a pill box. So perky, so chic, and so silly! A gale of wind, so what? Didn't you know that an elastic band under that neat roll holds this unstable creation in place? Office girls and gay young matrons are his most faithful clientites. There comes a street car filled to overflowing--hats, hats, hats! Wish we had time to get a load of 'em. We're in luck. The Bangor Bul- let is losing speed, and also two young--well, quite young-ladies. Here's one we can't miss. It's Miss Spinster, who knows she should be conservative, but oh, for just one bow! She compromises with a brown band. The brown felt just succeeds in concealing her eye- brows. An inconspicuous little brown feather is shoved daringly under the band. She walks dciiant- ly but feels not too disagreeable to be so frilly and feminine. With her is the Mona Lisa of the millinery shop. The soft felt with the round crown and adjustable brim, which can be worn up if your hair is curl- ed and down if the clock didn't alarm, adorns her head. This girl may be any age as long as she wears saddle shoes and socks. Hats to me are true character guides. I must be going but re- member, any resemblances to per- sons living or dead are purely coin- -cidental. Yes, yes, I'm leaving just as soon as I get my hat. --Margaret Allen, 41. CHARACTER SKETCH A stranger to the school will no- tice very quickly that one character seems to predominate. When a certain step is heard in the hall, all unnecessary noice issuing from the adjoining rooms is abolished. It is surprising how many places this person seemingly, may be at one time. At first glance one observes a tall figure enter the room. Upon more careful examination one notes this person to bare a stern countenance and to be of athletic type. His hair is not only sprinkled with gray but has also become somewhat thin. He is very neat and tidy in appearance, which fact probably shows that he has a good wife. He is an excel- lent teacher, one who insists that the lesson be learned thoroughly. It can be truthfully said that he is deeply respected by all who know him. I feel certain there can be no con- fusion in the mind of the listener as to the person of whom I am speak- ing. He is to the school as a com- pass is to a ship. -Frances Brown, '40. MORNING There! it's rising! rising! glowing! growing! rising higher! Till against the morning sky it spreads as if it were aflre. Can it be a thing of fright, a thing of irony and might? Page 22 Softly, softly does it rise higher, higher, as time Hiesg Till at last on the world it glows, for then my friends the sun has rose! -Robert Coombs, '40,

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A Little Learning Is Sometimes a Dangerous Thing In the days of prohibition when liquor was scarcer than h-it is now, many people in desperation looked in all directions to find al- cohol to drink. Someone heard that there was a considerable amount Cof alcoh-oll in such products as lemon extract and canned heat. Grocers couldn't figure out the sud- den demand for these products which they never before had much sale for. But when the wise birds sampled their new form of alcohol they discovered that it had a very intoxicating effect. In fact it had about the same effect as castor oil only it put the sufferer out of his misery. This is also true of other alcoholic products, so remember just because it contains alcohol don't try antifreeze. -Charles Kloss, '40. THE DOOMED MAN The man had been sitting there a long time-for eternity it seem- ed to him. In. a few minutes it would be his turn to walk that last mile. The man had led a good life and had done no harm to anyone, but tragedy befalls many of us and it had this man. The perspiration rolled off him and fell to the floor in large drops, as he thought of the ordeal to come. Many thoughts raced through his mind. Will it hurt much? Will it be over quick- ly? Will I scream? All these thoughts raced through his mind. Oh! moaned the man, what have I done to deserve this? Just then a long screech echoed through the room. His hair stood on end and he started to pace the room. Back and forth, back and forth he paced. Oh! moaned the man, why must I go, even my family has turn- ed against me to send me here. The zero hour arrived and a door opened at the end of the room. A large portly man stood framed in the doorway. It is your turn, he said. The doomed man walked through the door into a room, with a huge chair at one end. Sit in it, commanded the port- ly man. The doomed man submitted ineekly. He was strapped in tight- y. Ready? asked the executioner. Ready, replied the doomed man, will it be over quickly? Yes, replied the executioner, what will it be, gas or novacaine- that tooth is pretty bad. -Joseph Nickless, '41. LES CHAPEAUX You show me a woman's hat and I'll tell you what kind of a woman she is. First, there's the sweet thing in a beribboned poke bonnet tied un- der her round little chin. She looks sweet sixteen but that hat neutrali- zes the rest of the adage. She dim- ples and coos from beneath the shadowy awning. She is a rare or- chid and often as poisonous. The next type always feels at home in a frame. She's a picture and her finish varies from the neg- ative to perfect development. She never wears rouge, for she believes in the outline technique. Her mouth is scarlet bow or something Page 21

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THE COUNTY FAIR A country fair provides an inter- esting study of various types of people. It takes a fairly well edu- cated person to appreciate fully this fact. Standing in one spot in a midway and watching the streams of humanity that pass in their never-ending search for pleas- ure, one may enjoy the experience of viewing every type of humanity. Here, one sees the stiff, polished la- dies and gentlemen of society on the one extreme and the clodhop- HENGLISH versus The United States, an off-spring of England, is sometimes known as the greatest English-speaking coun- try in the world. We do not hesi- tate to call our language English , but possibly some of the Britishers have other names for it and for the people who abuse their blossom of a language. The way we juggle words to make an expression easy to say, is probably disgusting to the strict English constructionists. Tho sour-pusses can't take it,-but can we dish it out -and how !- And we're not slinging' the bull- ony either . If an Englishman heard of a jitterbug he would immediately look up the word and pers of the country on the other. The faker and the barker, the farm- er and the laborer, the gambler and the racing fan, the business man and the socialite, the professional man and the engineer are all at the country fair. Probably nowhere else in the world could one see such an assortment of human types. A person would find it well worth his time to watch this parade of men when such an opportunity presents itself. -Madge Coffin, '41. AMERICANISH find out what kind of an insect it really is. Probably they would not understand what we mean by such terms as jivin, peckin', neckin', or muggin' . Ever since tobacco was discover- ed, people thought that they were smoking cigarettes but we know that thev were just butt fiends , and actually were draggin' on weeds. But time's a wasting so we'll cut the dirt. Actually we don't have to look as far away as England for disap- proval. Even our own parents have to stop and think to tell what we mean. -Charles Kloss, '40. SPRING When When When When the iieecy clouds go drifting by the puddles reflect the clear blue sky the sfnow creeps slowly from the earth the sweet song birds seem full of mirth And the tiny buds appear on the trees And the little flowerlets dance in the breeze When the busy streets with laughter ring We know in our hearts thathit is spring. -F. Brown. '40. Page 23