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

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Stooge McGrew is thinking of writ- ing a song. The Chiseler's Serenade ', with herself as the heroine. Good idea! Ca1'y's Mills is quite the place. Espec- ially after you cross the bridge. At least that is what the boys think. It was a great day when June came to the office. Great weather we're having. THE CAMPAIGN AGAINST THE NERVII By James Donovan When Caesar learned from captured men Where the river Sabis lay, He learned the Nervii waited for him Across the narrow way. Caesar sent some scouts ahead, A camping place to chooseg! They went by night instead of day, That no men they might lose. He sent some cavalry ahead To route out lurking foes, And guard the coming baggage train From many dreadful woes. The three tribes of the enemy, When first his banners spied, Rushed down the bank and crossed the stream And up the other side. But, woe for them, where they thought one, 'There were six legions strongg With clash of steel and din of cries, Raged fierce the battle long. At last the Nervii were killed, Or gave to him their arms, And graciously he sent them home To work on their old farms. Confessions of High School Students Freshman--I don't know. Sophomoreal am not prepared. Junior-I do not remember. Senior-+I don't believe I can add anything to what has been said. fOh! These smart seniorslj 28 THE ROCKS By Everett Porter The sun was six past the zenith on the afternoon when the rocks at Hopewell Cape made known unto me, majesty. About one hundred steps carried me down into a world of strange beauty, of the rocks and water-the type of beauty that towers over you and humbles youg the type of beauty that carries away the imagination and leaves only infinite, inexpressible awe. composition, only Red sandstone is its common red sandstoneg yet. its shapes and its sealed lips ex- forms, its massiveness, emplify the wisdom of the ages. Look at those ponderous barriersg yonder is a cave. Sand carpets its floor, the flood tide moulds its shape, age gave it its pomposityg that gigantic arch just ahead watched over the bourn of time. Incessant erosion of the tides beating, beating, beating against these walls isolated this pinnacle. Still, see how firmly it stands! These dynamic works were not scarred by the hand of man, This was the accomplishment of forces greater than the forces of main, of forces guided by the hand of omnipotence. WINTER By Rheta Murphy VVhat is more peaceful and calm than a cold winter night, with a blazing fire in the fireplace and a happy little family gathered around it? Father smokes his long corn-cob pipe, while mother takes interest in. knitting for the family, and the children amuse them- selves with a game of checkers. The large shepherd dog lies at father's feet, awaiting the first sound of an approaching stranger: and the playful kitten disturbs mother's knitting by rolling and tangling the yarn. Soon the fire burns low and the little family retires for a long night's rest, while the cold north wind howls and rattles the windows, and the heavy snow beats against, the sides of the little dwelling. Morning comes and the sun throws its shining beams upon the snow, which glistens and shines like a blanket of diamonds. L W 4

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FROM THE SCRAPBOOK By Merle Hawkes It seems that Phil Marsh is an extreme- ly versatile man, Not only is he head of the English department.author of Rebel , note- ed for his studies of Philip F1-eneau, the backbone of the Highster. North Star, and English Club, but he is also an expe1't bowler. Methinks A. McGowan and J. XVard should start a swing band. At least they tell us Alfred is playing second fiddle to Stubby. All interesting boy - an interesting hobby - H. Kinney is an ardent swing fan. Turn the dial of the radio to any band. and hell name it. tell who's playing what. and even imitate them if he's in the right mood. D. Macllroy is just what the doctor ordered for a comedian, Did you see the minstrel show at the circus? Paul Oliver and H. McCormack may not be married. but they come a close se- cond. lt is a common occurence to hear stu- dents speak of big and little Fud Porter, meaning Horace and Everett, of course. Some think we should call Everett Fudge to save confusion. And if you don't think that's a good idea, go up to Everett's house sometime. In answer to some anxious questions in the air - yes, Ray is still going with Barbara, Hold tight! Students say: Quote. A'Miss White is absolutely flawless in her attire. Mr, Porter is the nearest thing mechanical robot imaginable. toa Mr, Stinson is as subtle as a bull in a china shop. Miz Marsh's humor is a thing of beauty and a joy forever. In an interview, Gerry Lincoln asked who her hero was. She replied was that she had none. VVe wonder what Bill Mann. thinks of that. THE HIGHSTER COMMITTEE L. to r.: Buxton, Clowes, Carson. Beloungy, Rhoda, Clark, Stevens irearj. Jolmson Hannigan lbus.. mgr.l, Plourd, Johnston fasst. bus. mgr.J, Boyne. Flemming, Hodgdon, Oliver feditorl. Kinney lhumor editorj. W Q.

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She The Her She The Her The Still Her THE HONOR SOCIETY Mrs. Howe. Supervisor SHE WENT AWAY By Irma Comins looked so sweet. just standing there. sunlight playing' in her hair: little skirt nigh touched her knee: was so sweet at not quite three. yea1's did come. the years did go. smile still stayed. her hair still gold. passing' years find her a mother sweet. still kind. with thoughts of others. golden hair is now snow white. But in her eyes still is that light. Her years well lived. her time well spent. A perfect life to her was lent: The She But Her NVe But perfect years. she alone did make: feared no sorrow. no pain. no ache. then one day. she went away. happy home is no longer gay. miss her loving kindness so. God's needs are great. we know! IVIY DOG By James Ward He was of small stature and had curly black hair. There was always that friendly expression on his fat-e. One look into his eyes and you could understand him. Every- where I went. he wentg when danger was ahead. he warned meg and, when I was in trouble, he helped me. Always standing by my side. he would not let me down. He was n1y pal, the best one I have ever had. One day when he was coming to meet me. he crossed the street in front of an automobile and was killed instantly. The sorrow that this caused me is something that I shall never be able to forget. I had lost tl1e best friend I ever had. my dog. '39's great scientist. E. Porter: Some of the greatest discoveries have been the re- sult of accidents. Fair companion: I once made one that way myself. E. P: May I ask what it was? Fair one: Certainly. I found that by keeping a bottle of ink handy you can use a fountain pen just like any other pen- without all the trouble of filling it. 29