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

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A NARROW ESCAPE By Allce Crawford Margie Jones ran down the porch step , calling over her shoulder for her friend, Betty Brown, to hurry. Margie gazed up at the summer sun, which was beaming down pleasantly on the little cottage. A slight breeze rustled through the trees. It was just the day for a plcnlc. She sat down on the steps to walt for Betty, who was putting the finishing touch- es on the lunch. The sprucy-smell of the trees behind the little white cottage filled her nostrils. What a pleasant place this was to spend a summer vacation! A large lawn of green grass reached as far as the sandy beach of the lake. Margie looked across the lake. It was like a large blue mirror stretching into the distance. Everything was ready. A small boat was anchored at the edge of the lake. Henry, Betty! Margie shouted. We don't want to lose any time! Betty came out of the house carrying a large lunch basket. I have everything, she said, even to our bathing suits. The trip across the lake was a great suc- cess. The water was calm and peaceful. The waves rolled lightly against the boat as the girls drifted to the other side. Finally reaching the shore, they jumped out and prepared for a swim. The cool water made them feel intensely hungry, and, when they came out of the water, they were ready to eat the lunch. After lunch they laughed, talked, and told stories. Soon they felt drowsy and dropped off to sleep. Sometime later, Margie awoke to find the sky growing darker. She aroused Betty and said, We'd better start for home, Betty. A storm's coming up. They hurriedly gathered up their belong- ings and rushed for the boat. Already the wind had started to blow quite a gale. The trip home was a bit less pleasant than the one out. The sky was growing darker all the time. The water became choppy, and the wind blew harder. It began to rain, lightly at first, and then to come down ln torrents. The girls became very much frightened. The boat tossed and rolled on the angry waves. Margie tried her best to guide it home, but all ln vain. A large wave dashed over them, then an- other. Oh, Margie! walled Betty. What'll we do? Just then an enormous wave dashed over them, overturning the boat. Margie came to the surface and looked wildly about for Betty. Then she spied her hanging to the boat. She grabbed the boat with one hand and yelled for Betty to hang on. Luckily, both girls could swim well. The waves tossed them to and fro. They tried frantically to put the boat ln its right position. The water seemed to be getting icy cold, making their fingers very numb. Margie, screamed Betty above the roar of the waves, I can't hang on much long- er! Just then Margie heard a faint sound. Could it be her father ln the motor boat? She hardly dared to hope. Hold on! she cried to Betty. I think I hear Dad coming. Then all was suddenly silent, dark, deathlike. All she could remember, later, was her father's lifting her into the boat. The next thing she knew she was safely home in bed. My, but lt felt nice to snuggle down among the warm blankets! As she fell asleep, she could still hear in her ears the roar of the waves. THE MOUSE THAT DIDN'T THINK By Colleen L. Once a trap was baited With a piece of cheese, It tickled so a little mouse, It almost made him sneeze. An old rat said, T'here's danger. Be careful where you go! Nonsense! said the other, I don't think you know! So he walked ln boldly- Nobody in sight. First, he took a nibble, 'Then he took a biteg Close the trap together .Snapped as quick as wink, Catching mousey fast there, 'Cause he dldn't think.

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Q... ,asm l THE HI-Y CLUB AFTER THE STORM By Arthur McBride The rays ot' the t'ull winter moon battled their way stubbornly through the wall of mist to bathe the scene with a soft, silvery light. A fresh fall ot' snow covered the earth with a diamond-studded bla11ket of pure white. ln the valley nestled a few scatter- ed farm bn'ldings, their somber sides eni- phasizcd hy the dazzling white crown on their roofs. The silence which ruled over the scene was suddenly broken by a sharp report from at frost-bitlen tree on the knoll. A fox, which had been trotting jauntily over the sp :rkling field, came to an abrupt halt, one foreleg uplifted. and listened intently for a moment. Then, his doubts satisfied, he continued unconcernedly onward. his small. bright eyes made brighter by the prospects ot' the hearty meal which awaited him in the l':irmcr's henhouse. SATURDAY vs. SUNDAY There was an old man from Presque Isle. Who. everyone thought, was quite mildg But, Saturdays, he would get tight, Remain out all the whole night, And. Sundays. he'd sway down the aisle. Ann Onymous 3 0 DAWN By Marie Scott The dawn came creeping o'er the hill As I saw, upon that height, A scene that gave my heart a thrill, 'Vhat made the world seem right. llow many others here on earth 'l'hrill when they see this sight. Au-.l think of Jesus and llis birth Un every Christmas night? It makes no difference when yon ln winter, spring, or fall, You read it in a poetfs book-- lt's just the same in all. There are so many sights to sec. lint dawn is yet the loveliest to me. look, HOULTON HIGH SCHOOL By Carolyn Melvin llonllon is a school I always will love. lt's a very nice school. and the flag waves above. The colors are the best ---the black and white- And in these colors l'll always delight. The people there are always fair, I want them to know l'll always And I know Houlton will always ca re, remain The very best school in the State of Maine.

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THE B THE SAGA OF THE SEA By Malcolm Berman What stories I can tell! Men have tried for centuries to thwart me. to lay bare my secrets to their fellow mortals, and use me for their greedy ends. I have been subjected to carrying' huge ships of trade upon my surface. 'I'hey have succeeded, in part. My great- est. depth has been revealedg many of my dangerous reefs have been eha.rt,ed. They have even wrested oil from my bosom. But. I am like many. a good servant but a bad master. When I have released my peut-up fury. men, smug and self-satisfied. have trembled. They have seen their mis- take. I am a Trojan horse. taking my toll at times least expected. Beneath my waves there are bodies intern-ed in the creaking bulks of treasure-laden galleons. The irony ol' fate has granted their desire. The extent. of my destruetions knows no bounds. My tidal waves wreak havoc with man's most substantial works. My ty- phoons destroy entire villages. Hark! Lis- 32 AND ten to my voice when my billows break over the jagged New England coast as I send at ship to her watery grave. I am the sea. MAN'S GREATEST ENEMY By Bryce Lambert Fear is the greatest enemy of many. Our most. famous practitioners of law. medirine. and theology sometimes refrain from in- forming: the world of important findings. because of fear. Why did Louis Pasteur. one ol' our most, noted scientists ot former days. hesitate to try his great discovery? First. he feared the reaction on the part ol' the people. Second. he c-ould not find any- one who would submit, to a trial. Why? Why wouldn't. anyone permit his lite to be saved by I'ast.eur'? Men were all possessed by a dread ot' the results, XYhy does a vhild dis- like to be left alone in a dark room '? IIe was at one time told that a ghost or shadow would get him. so he always will be waiting for that. phantom to come. Fear ran make or break a person.