Houlton High School - North Star Yearbook (Houlton, ME)

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THE HOME ECONOMICS CLUB Left to right, top to bottom: Nason, Rourkes, McCormack, Miller, Bell, March, Lincoln, Kinney, Callnan, Anderson, Neal, Gerrish, Bates, Callnan, Card, Johnson, McMonigle, Adams, McKenzie, McLaughlin, McMonigle, Bragan, Myshrall, Mclntyre. McQuarrie, Conlogue, Pringle, Miss Fowles. Crossing Bridges By Lawrence Tilley Crossing bridges is fun. Whether they be large metal structures or merely little log platforms, they equally produce in one the great desire-to reach the other side. As the traveler approaches a huge sus- pension bridge with all its long cables and towers 1'eaching up into the sky, he feels an emotion of smallness surge Within him. As he starts out across the spacious straight Way With the opposite end a mere pin point in the distance, he feels safe. A real pleas- ure is his When the pin point in the distance. all of a sudden, looms into reality. The bridge has been conquered. Around the curve on a little dusty road stands, weather-beaten but faithful, a pine- board covered bridge. Its black entrance beckons the traveler to its mysteries, and he enters. As he walks over the boards, they rattle and rumble and create a fear of falling through. But bright light outside again revives him, and he feels ashamed of that suspense as he crossed. Once more, a simple bridge controlled the emotions of man. In times of long ago, men crawled over a log to cross a deep chasm, in the present age, men speed across mighty spans of steel. But in either case, every person who crosses a bridge will feel that it is telling him something, that it is c1'eating in him varied emotions, and that, though put there for his use, it is something bigger than he is. 1il Fire By Charles Hannigan Angry red flames lick their lips, pre- paratory to partaking in the dessert of their costly meal. Firemen play a futile stream of Water upon the burning roof, Which, upon receiving the liquid, hisses and roars, then continues to burn with undiminished fer- ocity. From within, a dark cloud of smoke billows forth. The great barn sways and totters on its fire-eaten foundation, then slowly crumbles and, with a great roar, col- lapses. Once more, man's greatest helper has rebelled.

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-A -Typical . Harvard-Yale Football Game By James Donovan One of the best football games I have ever seen was the Harvard-Yale game this year. Saturday morning, November 20, found a light fall of snow around Boston, which made the field in the Stadium soggy. At one o'clock, my brother and I left for the Harvard Stadium, where we arrived early, the large gates of the stadium still being flooded with incoming spectators. The game started shortly after we ar- rived, with both teams set on winning. Har- drives deep into vard opened up with Yale's territoryg but because of the efficient punting of Colwell, Yale's fullback, Yale was kept out of danger. Midway through the second period, Foley, Harvard's half- back, faded back and passed to Daughters, who caught the ball on the seven-yard line and scored from there. Harvard's try for the extra point was blocked. This ended the scoring of the first half. I wandered around during the half and had hardly returned when Yale started on a sixty-seven yard scoring drive, Clint Frank was on the scoring end of this drive, carry- ing the ball over from the two-yard line. Yale's try for the extra point was blocked. The score was 6-6. Harvard's other score came on a long drive, early in the fourth quarter. Struck, MacDonald, and Foley ripped off long gainsg but it was Foley who scored. He scored from the ten-yard line on an end run. Bos- ton converted, making the score 13-6. Toward the closing minutes, Yale open- ed up its passing attack with Captain Frank passing. Harvard was not to be cheated of its victory and knocked down all Yale pass- es. The game ended with Yale on the short end of a 13-6 score. The Harvard players who were out- standing were Struck and Foley in the backfield, while the whole line did a re- markable job at stopping Frank and the other Yale backs. Clint Frank, Yale's great captain, was outstanding on defense, stopping Harvard's running attack time and time again. All through the game, he demonstrated his sportsmanship as well as his athletic pow- ers. Even in losing, he proved himself worthy of the title of All American . Physical vs. Mental Qualities By Donald Macllroy ' There are two distinct types of laziness. These two types are physical laziness and mental laziness. Physical laziness is the most easily observed, while mental laziness is discernible only by those who seek to ob- serve it. The unbalanced person has a larger proportion of one of these than of another. A certain high school boy may play an out- standing game of football, yet fail to com- plete the greater part of his English, French, or science assignments. The boy who sits across the aisle may never exer- cise his body, yet be the valedictorian of his class. The first young man can be compared with a machine. His spectacular actions on the gridiron are merely plays which have been inserted into his mind by the coach. He, as a member of the team, is just an- other cog in a great physical mechanicism, controlled by plays which the players have memorized. His classmate, who never indulges in anything the least bit strenuous bodily, has an active mind and uses it to great advant- age. He gives all subjects a complete an- alysis and acts accordingly. He is often so studious that his intellectual ability greatly offsets his physical actions. In short, he's odd. The balanced person takes an interest in a variety of physical and mental activi- ties. He keeps regular hours and takes the proper amount of exercise and rest daily. He grasps all opportunities that will ad- vance his knowledge, when others would al- low these chances to pass by. - CLOUDS One very warm afternoon last summer at Old Orchard Beach, I sat idly on the soft sand and watched the clouds floating by on the beautiful azure sky. The larger ones seemed to go lazily across the sky like big white dogs that had been lying in the hot summer sun. The small ones played, jump- ed, and danced around the celestial heavens like little children who had just come out for their afternoon play. All of them Were so white that they looked like newly-shaken balls of angora disappearing over the wavy horizon.-Jeanette Small.

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War By Gwen McGrew The flare of bugles, the beat of drums! The soldier thrills to his country's callg His head held high, he joyful comes, While the Stars and Stripes wave over all. Still gallant and gay, he goes forth to duty, Goes forth to war, some nation to save. While homeland fades in all its beauty, He faces, gladly, foe and grave. When years have passed, and war is done, Home the valiant warrior comesg But see! he's crippled, his course 'most run, And now there are no stirring drums. The boys are back! But what do they End? No work, no money, depression, and vice! And some are maimed, and some are blind, And some there are whose hearts are ice. If this is war, and what it brings, Then down with war, and let come peace! So out with the bugle, and let it sing The sweetest song, Let conflict cease! Clouds By Barbara Perry I love to watch those fleecy mists Glide slowly through the sky, I love to see them turn and twist, Then fade out by and by. One time, there came an angry bear, So big and black and gruff, He seemed to bristle every hair, Then raised his nose to snuff. The rain came down in torrent streams, The bear stood up and roared, His big eyes flashed like lightning beamsg Then the sun came out once more. The fleecy clouds once more rolled ong The song birds hummed a tune, The bear in the sky was wholly gone On this lovely day in June. Mr. Porter: What is a circle? Student: A circle is a point with a line around it. A Champion Team By Tom Popham Bossie, in his childhood days, Used to think of various playsg Now his eyes are for the basket, He shoots with accuracy fantastic. Ruth, with his light and curly hair, Down the floorboards he does tearg He thinks of Irma in her seat. The coach says, With Irma, we can't be beat. Mason, Don, with his serious face, After the ball he sure does chase, Into the basket he does shoot. A girl in the bleachers says, He's cute! Next comes 'tWilley , straight and tall, Willey too is after the ball. In his corner, pale, he stands, Waiting to lend a helping hand. Albert Donovan, he's so tall, That he can reach half up the wall To get the rebound, which is best, To pass to Bossie to do the rest. You have to hand it to coaches and men Who made the team, so it may again Win a championship to hang on the wall, In the great old game of basketball! Hunting By Everett Gardner A hunter needs patience, endurance, and skill. Not many hunters can get very near wild game without making a noise. Not many hunters can travel all day and still travel soundlessly and patiently. To be a good hunter, you have to be able to en- dure cold weather and long tramps through the woods. You must be able to go through the woods without making any noise and be able to shoot and shoot straight at a mo- ment's notice. If the agriculture teacher were unmar- ried and young like the two boys from the U. of M., all the girls would take agricul- ture.