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

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E ' History of the Senior Glass ln the fall of 1937 a group of 165 timid, very green freshmen entered Houlton High School. Even though this group seemed innocent, there were among us some who, right then, started to make a name for themselves in good old H. H. S. That very first year, our candidate for circus queen, Doris Niles, received that honor. The officers who have served us well for the three years of their term were: president, James Donovang vice president, Jean Crawford, secretary, Joyce Farrar: and treasurer, Leroy Carter. In speaking, we showed ability, with Letha McDonald winning second place in the Spear Speaking Contest. In athletics, also. we displayed ability, with such per- sons as Jacqueline Kelley, Mary Pomroy, James Donovan, Malcolm Logan, Philip Mason, Fred Doescher, and Sterling Hall leading. In dramatics, Corliss Cates and Orin Bither showed talent in the senior play. This senior class was very proud to have twenty-four on the senior honor roll, averaging 90 per cent or more for their four years' work. The three highest ranks went to Gwendolyn McGrew, valedictoriang Jean jCrawford, salutatoriang and Joyce Farrar, third honor. Of the 165 freshmen who entered, 106 are graduating. As we leave Houlton High on our journey into life, we hope we will he remembered for what we have done for our beloved school, Houlton High. D. W. fOverheard in chemistry class! Mr. Stinson: Give me an example of poison? Earl Hawkins: Aviation. Mr. Stinson: Please explain yourself. Hawkins: One drop will kill. f0verheard at a football gamej Jo Ann: Oh, look! How dirty they're gett- ing their suits! How will they ever get them clean? Gwen: Silly! VVhat do you think they have a scrub team for? lAt the junior exhibition? Miss Penney: It's time to start run up the curtain, Jack. Jack falways obllgingj Yes, Miss Penney, how far shall I go? OLD HOULTON HIGH 6

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ieve worthwhile things in the world of to- day. It takes hard work to keep up the standard of character, but the result is its own reward and worth striving for. J. E. H. The morrow seldom mends the destruc- tion done in the night. J. B. The man who is willing to stand alone For all that he believes Is the man with the soul unconquerable Who will never bow at the knees. M. B. The torch of freedom is fed with the oil of education. While many countries try to extinguish this torch, the United States is causing the flame to burn ever brighter. P. C. HEINOUS WORLD By Don Macllroy Helnous world pregnant with muck and slime, You are sodden with debauchery, your glorious deeds and dead Forgotten 'mid lewd, lascivious crimes. Your fertile bosom, once so proud, is blotched with blood Spilled in man's greed for power. The obliterating heel of hell-bent le- gions mashes the retching soldier's face, Lying in its vomit. plagued by leeches. the silence of some Alone, forgotten in glutton-ransacked plain, Reeklng with the stench of emaciation and rotted flesh, Lie men---men who once knew the awe of God. A RAY OF HOPE By Philip Conlogue As I look upon the papers Their headlines screaming I ask myself this question- What's to be this old world's fate? 1 hate, There are people in the headlines lt's the well known tale of ages, Told many times before. Throughout this state of chaos, A ray of hope comes flying To give aid to the wounded, Consolation to the dying. The conquered bless this charity And countless times do say: Thank God for these kind people: Thank God for the U. S. A! DREAMS By Don Callnan I love to linger by a moonlit pond, To stand in the shadow of the lofty pines: I love to let my quick emotions leap, And live again the days when I was young. I see the happy faces of the gang: I hear the swishing of their frosty skates As they skim quickly across the ice, And I live again the days when I was young. I hear the soft, sweet, silvery tones so low That whisper across the hills before the wind. I know it is my mother calling me to bed- Oh, to live again the days when :I was young! MY DREAMS By Gerry Fitzpatrlck I love to dream of snow clad hills, Of mountains, and oceans blue, And dream of people ll love to know- Faithful, loving, and true. She sighed in joy and rapture, While his wonderful voice enwrapt her. He told of his passion In his own matchless fashion- Then Tomorrow you'1l hear the next chapter. . p Begging peace or shouting war. Gwen McGrew

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Adams, Mabelle Home Eu Club 4. Albert, Paul Jerome Cross Country 2, 3, 42 H Club 3, 43 lli-Y Club 43 Baseball 2. 35 Buskellmll 4: High' slor 4. Antworth, Burns Charles Bell, Alston Ray Rioker 1, 2: Senior Play 42 H Club 3, 41 Football 3, 43 Future Farmers 43 Double Quartet 4: North Star Board 4. Berman, Charlotte Hazel Bither, Orin Maxwell Cross Country 1: Mgr. 'Frank Team 35 Senior Play 43 H Club 4. Blake. Lawrence Leroy Hi-Y Clllll 3, 4. Boutilier, Gordon William Future Farmers l, 2, 3, 4. Brayall, Agnes Mae Home Ec Club 1, 2, 33 Glee Club 1, 3, 4. Brown, Doris Elizabeth English Club 3, 43 Honor Society 3. 45 Speaking Ex- hibition 23 Senior Play 4.