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

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THE GIRLS' GLEE CLUB The Ink Well Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Houlton High School and all the delinquent movie-goers that used to be! Let's go to press! This is Alta Squinchell, your campus snooper. bringing you the latest and hottest news items right out of the ink well. Open letter to Joyce K4 Come down to earth. angel! It,'s strange, but the people who think themselves so popular are al- ways the least liked. Lucky Room 7 -- parties, phonograph, and a, crazy teacher to laugh at! Some people have all the breaks! And didnt Frankie Rogers wish he'd said No in regard to the Fireman's Ball tllarbara MacNairl! John Lakin gave up all the girls for Lent- -all but Millie. P. S. It was Millie's idea. Doris XVhited is keeping the home fires burning, while her heart is yearning for Forest tCamp llevensj. In spite of her frequent threats to the contrary, Joyce Lewin is still playing Bobby Mooers for what he is worth. THE YEAR IN REVIEW Everyone was certainly glad to wel- come back the Coach last fall--Master'S Degree. wife. and all the rest. Madamoiselle Donovan tAlice Ann to manyl was the only new H. H, S. teacher in September. We're hoping she'll be with us for a long time. But. according to her many trips to Boston, she may not last long-f-as a teacher. The suckers of the year are. with no also-rans , Marjorie VV., and Lois H. Lois, however, finally got wise to her- selt' and turned up at the circus play with Jim MacPartland. In January, Mr. Boyd came to us. Dur- ing his short sojourn here, he made a place for himself in all our hearts.ln fact, the feminine hearts of lloulton High were do- ing double duty most of that time. One of the most amazing combinations of this spring is that of Helen Gallop and Keith Fortier. Hats off to King James and Queen Cath- erine ofthe 1941 Circus! And here's luck to the other candidates and all the rest of you young hopefulsg there's another year coming! VVhen people saw Kay with Buck at the Circus and Marjorie with Bud, they

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thought someone had his signals mixed. What they didn't know was that, while Marjorie and Bud were news, Kay and Buck were an old story. Probably the Watson-Berry angle was merely a four- can-play-at-that-game result. Tht's all for this year: and until the next North Star, this is Alta Squinchell, who thinks that a medal for endurance should go to Jo Ann and Bobby for going steady this long. OUR JANITOR by Clement Vose Broken windows, locked up doors, Extra things, like moppin' floors, Sweeping, cleaning, basketball games, His duties are long as a railroad train. NVhen things are moving - and suddenly stop Just call Van, who'll put them on top. SPRING FEVER By Louena Merrithew Spring. The season when spirits rise and ranks fall! Baseball, track, and tennis teams begin to warm up along with the weather. Your head is in the clouds when it should be in a Latin book. The boy a- cross the aisle looks longingly at his heart's delight and wonders if anyone has asked HER to the spring dance. This is the season when every little cloud takes on a special form, and dreams are sold for a dime a dozen. It might be fitting to mention that unstudied lessons are paid for after school by the hour. Then again, that is neither here nor there, but in detention room, and certainly has noth- ing to do with dreams, for it is a sad real- ity. VVho cares what X equals: when anyone knows a nice, warm, sunshiny day with plenty of food means a bicycle trip and a picnic on. Saturday-or whether Caesar defeated or was defeated by this or that tribe, when mother said she might poss- ibly buy you that just too, too divine pink tulle party dress sprinkled with sparkly tinsel stuff? Then the sharp. irritated voice of the teacher rudely interrupts your day dream- ing, and you awake to find that you have- n't heard a word she's said. Amazing! What's the answer? Why, you've just had an attack of that age old sickness, spring fever. ' DETENTION HALL ELEGIES I threw an eraser-I know not where, I threw an eraser-I didn't care. I see you, Willie, I heard her call. P. S.-I served my time in detention hall. There was a young lad in room seven, Who thought that daydreaming was heaven. He took a short nap. And was caught in the act. After school, he's now in room 'leven. Clement Vose '41 THE WRONG CURVE By Elizabeth Estabrook Here lies the body of Ray, Who took his girl riding one day. He got up his nerve, And hugged the wrong curve- And now they are both laid away. FAMILY EXPECTATIONS By Marie Hatfield Much to the woe and sorrow of my fam- ily, ll have turned out to be the black sheep of the tribe. For a while, they had visions of my being one of those home-loving girls, who would be the pride and joy of my mother when it came to helping her with the house-work. To their dismay, they discovered me to be about as awk- ward around the kitchen as a cow in a china closet. Because they seem to have very grave doubts as to my ability as a cook, they gaze at me in horror if I should suggest making a cake. Because of my queer sense of humor, I am always'bursting into laughter at the most inopportune moments, whereupon the devoted family gaze at me as lf I were some freak. I guess they just don't agree 31