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

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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

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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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SENIOR PLAY CAST Front row, left to right: Dibblee, Berry, Farrar. Currier, Leavitt, Lakin. Director Miss Penney. Back row: Ingraham, Stewart, Hawkes, Mullen, Henderson, Friel. Morning By Gerald Gardner I rose early one summer morning to watch the wo1'ld come to life. All was quiet and peaceful, for the birds and flowers were still far away in the land of nodf, Then I saw the sky redden in the east. and the sun slowly climbed over the hills for his day's journey across the sky. The little sunbeams started playing over the glittering, dew-lad- en grass, a11d peeking i11to all the dark nooks and cralmies of the valley. Trees, bushes, hills, and other objects were continually coming into view as the sun pushed its light farther and farther over the land. Flowers lifted their faces, birds burst into song. and smaller animals gamboled in the fields. Everything was happy: and well it should be Oll such a glorious morning! Miss Daggett, after putting some rules on the board: Put that in your pipe and smoke it. Kenneth Elliott: I don't smoke a pipe. Miss Daggett: Your mother ought to be proud of you. I 27 A Little Old Lady By Bettie Smart The little old lady with her Persian cat sat on a small green bench beside a garden of old-fashioned flowers. She appeared to be a small statue carved in ivory, so motion- less she sat. The fiery sun, blazing behind her as it settled for its nightls rest, made a shining halo of her soft white hair. Gazing dreamily at the flowers, she seemed to have thoughts of the past--beautiful thoughts. thoughts that no o11e but her could ever know. The flowers, lifting their rainbow heads, fluttered in the breeze and shower- ed their sweet perfumes upon her. They seemed to whisper to each other that the little lady would always be happy while she could dream beside them with her cat in her a1'ms. Miss Daggett was standing on the sta- tion platform in Boston, when a drunken man came up and asked: D-d-d-id you s-s-see S-s-s-now White and the S-s-s-seven Dwarfs? Miss Daggett: Yes. The man: Which way did they go?