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

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THE SCHOOL SPEAKS By Frances Clark, 1945 Boy. do I ever have fun watching kids come to me every day with their ears red. and shivering all over! I know everybody's gossip and whom they like and dislike, what teachers they have, subjects. and just about everything you can think of. When recess comes, everybody rushes down to the auditorium to watch Virginia, Jean. and Jeanette dance. You see, I know most of your names, too. They aren't the only kids that dance. Anyone who wants to cang only I suppose some of the small freshmen would rather sit hack and watch until they are a little olderg but of course there are exceptions. I see all the basketball games free, while you have to pay twenty-five cents or get an activity ticket. At the games, I practically fall apart with everybody hollerinf: and screaming, Fight, team, fight! or Come on, Houlton! There is another time when I have fun, alsog and that is at the dances down in the gym with all the kids talking and having a merry time, and especially with Rod Palm- er's orchestra swinging and swaying it. I just shake all over as though I were danc- ing right with the others. I go all through winter this way, having a wonderful time until graduation day comes, and the seniors leave me. Oh, but new fresh- men kids come in, and I meet new friends, the next fall. Well. good-bye now: but you better watch out about what you say, because I'm all 0 mrs. and I might tell. THE MURDER OF SLUG BOSTROM By Arlean Taylor What was that? A scream! Another one! It came from the locker room. Policeman Tomilson rushed in. He found Pookey Steen. her face as white as her cheerlead- ing suit, leaning against the wall. What's the matter? he yelled. Look! she gasped, pointing to the op- posite corner. There, lying face downward, was the body of Slug Bostrom. A stream of blood trickled out from her chest. She was dressed in her basketball suit, her sneakers partly laced. Evidently, she had been leaning against the wall, lacing her sneaks, when she was shot and fell for- ward. The gun must have had a sllencer on it, or someone would have heard it. This was the night of the big game be- tween the,Houlton Roberts and the Portland Crooks, to- see which team would get the state championship and the free trip to the White House. Slug, six feet and over inches tall, could not be outguardedg therefore, she was the high scorer for Houlton. Someone wanted Houlton to' lose. Policeman Tomilson called Inspector Barnes. When Inspector Barnes went into the locker room, he found Shirley Titcomb rummaging through Slug's bag. What are you after? he asked. N - - n - - nothing, she replied meekly. What's that in your hand, and where did you get it? he demanded. This is mineg it's my compact. I let Slug use lt, and now I want it. Well, I gotta go. 'Bye. Walt a minute, yelled Barnes. I under- stand you were S1ug's best friend. What can you tell me about her? Did she have any enemies? Well, I heard Kathryn Gilland and Rena Hatfield say they were tired of doing all the work at a game and having Slug get all the praise. They wished they could play one game without having to throw the hall to her all the time. Fine, Anything else? Someone on the other team might like to see her out of the way. With her gone, they could easily win and- What's this? he asked interrupting her and picking up a bloody handkerchief. On it were the initials, A. K. 'Nobody .on our team with those initials. Must belong to someone on the other team, Shirley replied. Ba.rnes, with the handkerchief wrapped within his own, hastened to the hotel where the Portland girls were staying. 'Whose initials are A. K.? he demanded. Mine, peeped a red-haired girl from the lounge.

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HOME FOR THE HOLIDAYS By Sally Packard We were arriving at home for the Christ- mas holidays. The smooth runners of the sled made a crunchy sound on the snow as the spirited chestnut horses pulled us merrily along the road, homeward bound. A merry twinkle was in the eyes of the driver when he heard our laughter ring out in the frosty air. The weather-beaten sled plowed its way through the sifted snow, up hill and down dale. We passed farm houses partially snowed under and all having a peaceful, silent atmosphere about them. Now we were rounding the big curve, dashing across the short, straight stretch with sleigh bells ringing clearly in the snap- py air. The large white farm house, with the green shutters at the many-lighted win- dows, was indeed a pleasant sight. Smoke was curling lazily out of the two huge stone chimneys. Behind the house stood the red barn, half buried -in the newly fallen snow. Two pine trees by the corner of the house, heavily laden with snow, spread their beau- tiful branches as if ln a welcome.. The straight path leading to the front door looked as if it had been shoveled early that morning. .As snow had fallen again, the imprints of tiny feet and dog tracks still lingered on the fresh, shimmering quilt. Jumping from the sled and running to the porch, stamping our feet to keep warm, we could hear Buster's joyous bark inside. No sooner had we reached the door when it was thrown open, and a warm light shone out on us all. In the doorway stood our mother, welcoming us with open arms, THE DRUNK By John Putnam There was a man whose name was Bill Who now and then got drunkg One night he had imbibed too much, And in his thoughts was sunk. He started walking home that night, But couldn't guide his feetg One Wobbly foot was on the walk, And one was in the street. A cop then passed him on his beat. Why, Bill, he said, you're drunk! Thank God for that! then Bill replied. My leg was broke, I thunk! ACCIDENTAL DEATH? By Jean Way A man on his way to Missouri Said, My brain is loaded with worry. He went for a walk Off the end of a dock. Accidental! - or so said the jury. -1 THE ENGLISH CLUB

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What's your name? he asked, taking out his pencil and notebook. Annie Kake. Why ? Does this belong to you?' he inquired, handing the red handkerchief to her. Yes, It did. So what? she replied. This was found at the scene of the mur- der. Now will you explain? Before the game. I took a nose bleed. I went into the basement for some cold water. Seeing that my handkerchief was bloody and knowing I couldn't use it any more, I threw it away. With that. Barnes left. saying he might return later. Now for that Gilland and Hatfield girl! Conferring with them, he learned noth- ing. Why should they harm Slug, when she would make possible their championship and a trip? That's reasonable, thought Barnes to himself. But who could have done it? Leaving the basement, Barnes went up- stairs. Hearing an argument in room seven, he stopped. Weren't those the voices of Mr. Marsh and Shirley Titcomb? If you ever tell that Slug and I quarrel- ed at my last cowboy chapel rehearsal, you'll be sorry, Mr. Marsh was saying. You know she slapped my face when I told her she had to be my lover in the play. I had to defend myself. . Yes, but why did you kill her? demand- ed Shirley. I don't know, I must have been out of my head. Promise me never to tell, he begged in agonizing tones. I guess you were more than a little bit out, bellowed Barnes, stepping into the room. Philip, you're under arrest! Mr. Marsh was taken to the county jail, where he was examined by Dr. Spooks. He was found to have a pressure on the brain which made him think he had to have his own way. Upon questioning the students of his classes, Barnes discovered the pupils dared never to have their homework undone. Mr. Marsh is now in Bangor, cutting paper dolls and trying to scratch his right elbow-with his right hand. THE LIGHT OF THE WORLD By Mary Ann Young Out on a hill in the stillness of night, Humble shepherds were awed to behold a great light. 'Twas the light of the world shining down in a star, And its rays came straight, and they reach- ed very far. 'Twas the light of the world, 'twas a guide in the night, 'Twas the light of the world, A light! A light! lt cleansed the sinner, it led him on, It gave him new life, and showed him dawn. 'Twas the light of the world, and its rays were bright. And its beams came straight, and they pierced the night. 'Twas the light of the world, 'twas the leader of right, 'Twas the light of the world, A light! A light! lt guided the traveler, it led him on straightg lt guided him home to the golden gate. 'Twas the light of the world, and this light gave birtl1 - To a newness of life all over the earth. 'Twas the light of the world, 'twas a sym- bal of right, 'Twas the light of the world, A light! A light! THE OLD MAN By Milo Hughes There was an old man from Fort Wright Who gambled by dawn's early light! He lost all he had, And his wife was so mad That she changed all his features that night. Tlli, CHISELER By Shirley Titcomb Poor Jimmy has learned the sad truth Concerning yon kissing booth- He paid just one fee, And tried to take threeg Now Jimmy is minus a tooth!