Central Aroostook High School - Arostookan Yearbook (Mars Hill, ME)

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AL JL JL JC JC JL It Ji- JL if f,-E Litefafy llllila gl al -- WW ' S -' 11' 'U' Sf af 19 if if UF ,FV gr NATURE'S BEAUTIES What is more thrilling and enhanc- ing than nature? Her works rank far above the stiff, lifeless, works of man. She has painted pictures and scenes far more beautiful than the most skilled artist with his paintbrush and many varied colors. First, let us consider her flowers. What could attract the human eye more than a field of daisies, butter- cups or the tiny blue forget-me-not? To be sure, these flowers are very common--yes, so common that we sometimes miss their splendor. But if we would pause to look, we might see them as never before. Arrayed in their various velvety hues, they present a most picturesque scene a- gainst the green of the meadow. U In Spring when the trees are burst- mg forth into bloom, we marvel at their beauty. In bringing forth their green leaves and gay colored blossoms, they proclaim to the world that life is renewed within them. The leaves re- main bright and beautiful all through the summer months and then, in the fall they turn to marvelous shades of yellow, brown and red. We can see then that the tree never fades in beau- ty, or forgets that it has a striking part to play in Nature's game of life. Think of the mountains, hills, mead- ows, lakes and streams. These are hewn and wrought by the hand of Nature. When you feel tired and dis- couraged with life, just visit some grassy meadow beside a refreshing brook, where you can dream and med- itate by yourself: or go to some hill and look into the valleys or upon a far away hill, where you can see the sheep grazing in the pastures of verdant green, or hear their bleating sounds. See if your heart isn't made happier and lighter by this. Nature is all very real. We never tire of its magnificent beauty, but we do tire of the things that we have made with our own hands. Nature never ceases her great work. She brings forth wonders, they fade, and she brings forth more. She is ever budding and blossoming witha delicious fragrance. An artist may give us a very strik- ing picture of a sunset, but can he re- produce the magnificent colors that illuminate the horizon as the sun sinks slowly beneath it? Or can he picture the soft and fleecy clouds as they real- ly are? Only as we look upon Nature's own work can we see the real beauty Mildred Beals '35 UD NIGHT of it. The monotony of dusk was blending its darksome shadows with the green fringed foliage of Aberstien. Light breezes swayed the heavy bending ferns and made the hoary leafage give forth an eerie moaning--all else was silence. A soft silken rustle made the night bird flit from its dewy nest and the grass snake glide faster through the damp mosses. Evergreens parted and a soft-moccasined warrior stepped into the faulty light. He looked at

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Senior Write Down --l .ii, Lawrence Ackerson Vincent Rideout Marie Orser, Harry HOtham Lenora Sanborn Thelma Tapley Herschel -IOslyn Marian StOver Betty Kennedy Miriam Case Garnella Edmunds Frances DuNphy Fred Tapley Roma Rand Cecil CAldwell Marjorie Lello Helen DIllen Malcolm MahaN Robert Shaw Mona Tapley Audrey MIlls Louise SmiTh Charlene FUlton Ruth SmiTh Daniel BEnjamin Philip Crichton Glenna WaLsh Crystal GrAss Russell Smith John GraSs Louise BickfOrd Nellie HatField 3 4-

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THE ARUOSTOOKAN the clouded half-moon and whispered, Ito is time. His features lengthen- ed 1nto'a grim motionless and he wait- ed--waited--waited. Clouds passed over themoon, dew dropped, and the night-bird returned to its nest. Sud- denly the ferns were parted by a fair formed maiden's steps. The warrior turned to see the fair one with bowed head in the knee-deep jungle. Red llps whispered, To-morrow , and a stately arm pointed to the sickle moon and made a half circle. The grim- faced warrior bowed, a hand was raised to heaven. The silhouettes moved.. Two opposite tree branches were displaced--. Soft breezes waved the ferns over a dewy cross and made the hoary leafage give forth a mourn- ful sound---. All else was silence. M. Case '34 UD TO THE DUSKY MAIDEN 0, for the love of a gypsy lass! As lithe, as slender as ablade of grass! Her carmen lips--red as wine, Her eyes that like fire shine. Her haira glittering cap of jet o'er her face: Whose heart would not pound at a maddening pace To catch a gleam of love in those dancing eyes? For even the old and the very wise Admit that this Daughter of the Skies Is a perfect song of Love and Life! Dillen '34 ECI MY TRIP TO THE MOON One night, my friend, Marie Orser, and I were sitting on our front porch and. wondering what we would do for excitement. Suddenly as I was gazing at the huge silver disk in the heavens, a bright thought crept into my mind. Mariel I exclaimed, jumping up, Let's take a trip to the moon! Don't be silly, she said, you know we could never get there. It can't be done. But I finally persuaded her to go, by telling her of the fun and thrills we would have. It also was a great chance to prove that old question, whether or n o t the moon was made of green cheese. We decided to start on our journey the next night, so we began preparations immediately. The next night just as the moon came over the mountain we started out in the direction. We didn't like the idea of climbing up that mountain and getting all tired out. But we had planned for this. I pulled some large balloons out of my pocket, inflated them and away we went up to the very top of the mountain. When we landed, another problem faced us. Our bal- loons would not take us any higher and besides, Marie's had sprung a leak. How were we to reach the moon? Right then and there our problem was solved. Marie had apocket full of toothpicks, so we began to build a lad- der. Before long this was all finished, so we ascended and found ourselves looking down into the milky way. Wlhalt will you have, chocolate or va- ni a. Here we were and did not know where to go next, but a little star came along just then and we asked direc- tions from him. He told us that if we swam up the Milky Way, we would be well on our journey. Taking his.ad- vise, we dived in and began swimming. I'm glad the milk wasn't sour. We had swam for quite a ways when we came to the long handled dipper. We asked her for further directions and she told us that the purple cow was expected to jump over the moon that night and if we waited she would probably give us a lift. While wait- ing we amused ourselves by practising swan dives from the handle of the