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

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THE HOULTON HIGHSTER COMMITTEE Back row, left to right: Ireland tmgr.J Milbery. Stewart, Hawkes fasst. ed.J, Henderson, Griffin, Clarkg front row: Friel, Ingraham, Tilley ieditorl, Adler, Macllroy. The Cathedral By Joseph Mullen The bells in the tower peal the hours- one, two, three, four, five. Five o'clock! Al- ready the rays of the summer S1111 stream through the windows of the east transept, falling horizontally across the great altar canopy, o11ly to vanish into nothingness in the corners of the opposite transept. But we cannot yet see clearly about us. The ever-increasing light presents us with ever- changing impressions. Now we feel our- selves as if in a great forest. The heavy pillars are the trunks of the trees. Above our heads, they break into the twining branches of the high vaulting. Above the branches hangs the dense foliage, through which only an occasional clearstory window admits light. But soon the sun disillusions us, presenting us with a scene of which na- ture clearly was not the architect. Rather are we in a paradise which represents the inspiration of an artist. When the dying rays of the crimson sun Merge in the wooded glen, It veils the earth with radiance- God's hand-wrought diadem. Merle Hawkes How to Teach a Dog To Bark By Dorothy Wood The first thing to do, to teach a dog to bark, is to procure the dog. Then pinch his feet or tail, and he will give a very undigni- fied yap. If you want a dignified bark, give the dog a bone and then take it away. If this doesn't work and he still continues to yap, a professor fpreferably an English pro- fessorl might be hired to teach him. Of course, the dog, like many pupils, may be a very stupid creature and slow to learn. In that case. it would be best to send him to a university where he would learn how to bark. Another scheme might be to show him a cat and then start the cat in the direction of a tree. This will always work. and the dog will immediately give forth a burst of barks of the highest quality-if there is such a variety. lt is no fun to write a poem VVheu you are not a poet. So when you 1'ead this little verse, You will doubtless know it. -Helen Fortier 'i , ,, l.4

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The Problem of Relief By Frank Rogers Relief has come about in the last five years since President Roosevelt came into office. He was probably influenced a great deal by certain people known in common languages as Seb Sisters . These people are inevitably in the middle class. They feel sorry for the poor people, almost too sorry, in fact. These people are usually fairly well-to-do, but never contribute to the cause in which they are so enthralled. The immigrants are another cause of the increasing number of poor people in the United States. A certain number of immi- grants are admitted into our country every year. They come in the hope of making a fortune in a hurry. But they are wrong, and we know it, yet still we do nothing about lt. Pensions, in a sense of the word, help to do away with relief. In most poor families, there are generally elderly people who are old enough to receive pensions and so help that family to get along. Pensions also help old people who have to retire and would soon have to go to the poorhouse to live. There are many different kinds of pen- sions which are in effect today. For in- stance, the pensions for people sixty-five years or over are now in effect. The rail- roads pension their workers when they reach a certain age. There are many other pensions which are presented to the work- erg these, certain companies exert them- selves to produce. The money spent on pensions within a company is earned by the company through the efforts of the Workers. The money spent on the old age pensions is procured by tax- ing the businesses which employ more than eight people. The people are also taxed a certain amount according to their wages. This is called Social Security. The effects of relief are deteriorating. It forces men and women alike to become dependent on it, and they tend to become lazy. Their attitudes change, and they re- fuse good paying jobs so that they can get something for nothing. In other words, they would rather be on relief, leaning on a shovel, than working for a living. The people who are on relief are not in any position to strike, although in some ln- stances they do. When they strike, they de- stroy property, and a. number of people are often killed. The strikes really do not help the people, but hinder them because they lose money in wages. The number of people on relief ls un- known to me, but there are a great number even in our own town. In some instances, families who ask for relief need it less than others. Some are too sensitive to appeal to the town for relief. In cities today, you see children stand- ing on street corners begging. They were probably sent there by their fathers and mothers to get money for some of the luxur- ies for a dilapidated home. Some receive a basket of groceries to take to the imaginary baby who is starving at home. The children under this influence will no doubt become the country's future criminals and paupers. And what do we expect of these children who are brought up in this manner? We certainly expect too much of them. Government odicials say we are in re- lief to stayg and, with this in mind, the American youth probably faces the greatest problem of many a century. 438' Autumn Dresses By Marian Nelson In the autumn, the leaves don their best party dresses and have a two-months holi- day. They resemble the female sex of man in the way each endeavors to secure the prettiest dress. Some, finally, are clad in gold dresses, bright orange dresses, scar- let dresses, in a gold blouse and green skirt, or in a crimson blouse and gold skirt. No- where in the excited crowd is there seen anyone wearing a house-dress of solid green. The lack of tailored, black-and-white es- corts does not influence the joy of the gayly clad merrymakers. Instead, they all have but one escort, the ever-reckless breeze. No one is jealous because he takes turns mak- ing love to and dancing with the throng. They merrily follow in his wake, dipping, turning, bowing, and skipping. At last, for- saken by their playful lover for a new flame, they slowly and gracefully wind their way downward, to sleep forever on Mother Nature's most prized possession, her green, downy carpet.

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T g Just a Dog By Barbara Perry What a wonderful Christmas gift she was! There could have been nothing given me that I would have liked better. It was Christmas Eve just before supper, when in came Daddy carefully carrying a cardboard box which he immediately set upon the floor. Of course, this act excited our curios- ity, and we all gathered around to see what this mysterious package contained. When it was opened, our first thought was, Oh, a baby kitten! But, at a second glance, we could see it was a little white baby puppy not more than four weeks old. She looked up at us with big, frightened brown eyes: and we all fell in love with her on the spot. Such a baby as she was! During the first week or two, she had to be fed with a little nursing bottle because she hadn't yet learned how to lap up milk properly. Every time I would place a dish of milk before her, she would immediately put her two front paws into the dish, stick her little pink nose into the milk. and try to suck it up. This would always produce disastrous results, as the milk would inevitably go up her nose, making her cough and sneeze until one would think she was about to suffocate. Every Friday, she had her bath. Of course, she didn't enjoy this procedure, but she would stand there and endure it. When she came out of the little porcelain tub, wringing wot, I always had to stand beside the tub with a big rough towel ready to clap over her, because, the minute she left it, she started shaking herself. Just one of those shakes was sufficient to cover the floor with water. To-day, she is about a year old. She has learned many amusing tricks. One of her pet tricks is to stand up on her hind legs and prance daintily all about the room beg- ging for some sweet tidbit we might be eat- ing. One can never resist her, for she has such an appealing way. Once a week, she is weighed on a little pair of grocery scales. When she arrived last year on Christmas Eve, she just tipped the scales at two whole pounds. To-day, al- most exactly a year later, she weighs the enormous amount of eleven pounds and one half. But I needn't worry. She is still grow- ing, Maybe, some day, she will be a big dog. The Bay By Philip Stewart From the water's edge, one could get a complete view of the bay. On the left, it opened into the boundless expanse of the sea. Overhead, the blue sky was flecked with drifting white clouds. Sailboats with spreading canvasses glided to and fro through the gently rolling waves. Motor- boats darted over the bay, making streams of rippling waves which spread from shore to shore. On the opposite shore, a light- house, tall and white, towered above the rocks, its glass windows glittering in the sunlight. To the right of it, several old four- masted schooners could be seen, lying idly at anchor, their masts and spars reaching high into the air. A village was situated on the inner part of the bay. The waterfront of the village was lined with wharves, where boats of all types and sizes were moored. Overhead, large swarms of screeching sea- gulls circled in the sky. -.'1TGb Boys' Basketball Scores Houlton Merrill 12 Houlton Island Falls 12 Houlton Danforth 15 Houlton Stearns 28 Houlton Island Falls 22 Houlton Sherman 19 Houlton Danforth 11 Houlton Fort Fairfield 14 Houlton Stearns 29 Houlton Presque Isle 33 Houlton Washburn 18 Houlton Caribou 31 Houlton A. C. I. 27 Houlton Fort Fairfield 13 Houlton Presque Isle 15 Houlton Bangor 31 Houlton Washburn 11 Houlton Colby Frosh 33 Houlton Caribou 21 Houlton A. C. I. 22 Houlton Van Buren ftournament gamel 17 Houlton Presque Isle 20 Houlton Winslow 20 Houlton Dexter 20 ftournament gamesl Totals: Houlton 675 Opponents 494