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

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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!

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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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THE HONOR SOCIETY TIMELY ADVICE T0 WORRIED MOTHERS By Dr. MacGowan All mothers, no matter what race, color, or creed. are intimately annoyed with their children when they reach the late teen ages. Young men and women at this age seem to have more genius for get.ting into trouble than at any other period in their life. Young people should consider their parents when they do unreasonable things, but, for some undefinable reason, they do not. At this stage in life, the greatest worry of the mother is the carefree, independent. at.- titnde that high school phpils, mostly boys. adopt when they become smitten with the hidden charms of some delicate creature of the opposite sex. When a young man wan- ders through the house aimlessly with a far- away look in his eyes, beware! These are the first symptoms of an undying devotion for some silly, giggling, lipstick-smeared female who has turned loose on him all her charms. Now, mothers. do not get excited at these familiar signs. After your boy has had one date with the object of his incessant devo- tion, he will discover a great loathing for her, because she constantly chews gum. But let me warn you. the next time he comes down with similar symptoms, be on your guard! This one is likely to develop into a more serious matter. He may go out with the girl four or five times before he finds that she is a True Love Story fiend and is just dying to try a new technique practiced by Myrna La Bombshelle, on him. As a last bit of instruciton, let me warn you, while your loving son is undergoing all these reactions, pay no attention to him. Let him suffer with his great burden and he will recover, somewhat the wiser from his experience. He will know that all women spell danger. and will avoid them, t'or two months or so. V . . .- llarkl It's up to arms we go: Our country is at war! The boys and men sign up to fight And train to meet their foe. Some day t.here'll come a victory won: We'll shout it to the sky! 'l'hankt'ul to God and everyone. Wt-'ll keep on flying high! Lois Cumming 26