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

Text from Pages 1 - 96 of the 1943 volume:

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May We Quote on Your Next Job Union Square - - Houlton, Mainne re Equipped to Handle Your Orde Your Entire Satisfaction 1202010301024 0 1020101011 nicsioioioioioioioifhzo 101010100 'Z' I 2 ,v ,W i IN DEDICATION It is in all sincerity that the faculty and students of Houlton High School dedicate their 1943 issue of The North Star to those men and women who have entered the armed forces of our country. As in the Spanish-American War and the First World War, when the call was made, our graduates were among the first to join the ranks of those who would keep free their country. It is our prayer that those men and women may lbe brought back safely to us in the future, to a free home. THE ORTH TAR THE ANNUAL MAGAZINE or HOULTON HIGH HOULTON, MAINE SCHOOL JUNE, 1943 Margaret Feeley Ardith Smith Mary Malon ey Mary Stantial Literary Editors Jean McLaughlin Winifred Miller Marjorie Watson Richard Lycette Patricia Russell Lois Hovey Patricia Hovey Louena Merrithew Ruth Wood Barbara MacNair Lois Cumming Ellen Bickford Department Editors Robert Wood Ann Fraser Dorene Larson Harriette Watson Anna McCutcheon Newty McLean Margaret Brewer Alumni, Anna Burtt Exchanges, Ardith Smith Daisy Levensailor Humor, Albert Madigan Athletics, Donald Gidney Ph0t08I'8DhY, Neil LaII1beI'l1 Thomas 'Cameron Robert Hawkins Business Officers Business Managers - Bryce Lambert Margaret Feeley, Lois Hovey, Kathleen Kinney Business Assistants James Chadwick Mary Maloney James Brown Frank Gardiner Barbara MacNair Mary Stantial Winifred Miller Phyllis Callnan Patricia Russell Albert Madigan Service Lists Editorials History of the Senior Class Senior Biographies Junior Notes Sophomore and Freshman Notes The Inkwell Introducing the Faculty Clubs Ardith Smith Norma Jean Hallett Ann Fraser Anna McC'utcheon Jerome Clifford Donald Brough Lois Hall Elaine Moreshead Dorene Larson Contents 4 Athletics 20 7 Alumni Notes 22 9 Exchanges 24 10 senior Habits 25 'J it Literary Department 28 15 Verse 52 16 HUIHOI' 54 18 Jokes 55 Supervisor, Miss Evelyn D. Kennard Houlton High Service Honor Roll 'lr' After many weeks of careful research and tabulation, the Houlton High School English 'Club has completed a partial list of the former students of the school who are now in any branch of the armed services. The list, to be called the Houlton High SchoolService Honor Roll, is not completely up-to date because so many former students are entering the servuice each week. However, with the assistance of the families and friends of those people in the service, it is hoped that HH accllfate list may be obtained. If the reader knows of any errors or omissions, it would be very much appreciated it he will notify the High School office to that effect. Only through the cooperation of every citxizen can a complete list be realized. The Service Honor Roll follows: A Adams, Clarence E. '37 Adams, Claude H. '38 Adams, Ralph A. '39 William Adams, Adler, .Axlfred '38 Albert, Donald F. '38 Aslbert, Frederick J. '37 Anderson, Ellis '28 Anderson, Mary E. '39 Annett, Carl S. '38 Astle, Ray '15 Ayotte, Fred Ayotte, Mary G. '37 Ayotte, Paul J. '40 B Bagnall, Charles '23 Bagnall, George E. '26 Bagnall, Izaac '22 Barnes, Francis Bates, Chester W. Beatham, George H. '23 Bell, Oliver Beloungy, Albert J. '39 Beloungy, James J. '20 Benn, Alyce J. '34 Berman, Malcolm I. '42 Berry, Clayton S. '40 Brither, Fred A., Jr. '35 Blther, Gordon H. '38 Bither, Harold M. '33 Harold '38 Bessie, Boutllier, Frederick M. '37 Boutrllier, Gordon W. '41 Boutilier, Malcolm O. '37 Boutllier, Robert M. '40 Boyd, John L. Boynton, Harlan W. '40 Bradley, 'Cecil A. '32 Bradley, James L. Brewer, Ernest C. Brewer, Ray A. 'Briggs, James E. '36 Brritton, William A. Brown Ralph Herbert '29 Burleigh, Ralph W. '17 Buxton, Willard H. '38 C Callnan, Philip L. '37 Cameron, Bernard '42 Cameron, Elmer A. '24 Cameron, Joseph H. '38 Carmichael, Earl D. '37 Carpenter, Gordon W. Carpenter, Ralph A. '36 Carr, Wilder '21 Carroll, John E. '38 Lewvls G. '40 Carroll, Carson, Allison R. '39 Carson, David P. '26 ' Cassidy. Donalld F. '35 Chase. James '28 Christopher, John E. '37 'Churchill Franklrin C. '24 Clark, Eugene E. Clark, Clark, Clark, Frederick '37 Grayden '42 Hubert, H. '39 Clark, Linwood B. '38 Cleveland. Edward P. '34 Clowes, Edmund '42 Clowes, George J. '39 4 Conlogue, Bernard L. '39 Conway, Harold M. '41 Cotton, 'Carey H. Colton, Edward B. '32 Craigs, Harold BC. '35 Crawford, Mary A. '37 Crockett, Russell E. '35 Cumming, Alexander B. '37 Cumming, Harvard A. '37 Cummings, Delmont Cummings, Donald H. Cunliffe, Hillis W. '30 Cunlziffe, Hollis L. '34 Cunliffe, Kenneth M. '37 Cyr, Earle R. D Daley, Philip R. '27 Davis, Oscar M. '27 Day, Donald M. Dibblee, Arthur H. '36 Dobbdns, Joseph H. '33 Donworth, John S. '26 Dow, Donald C. Dow, Harold R. '38 'Dow, James F. '31 Drew, Paul '38 Dudley, Leighton W. '35 Dunphy, Linwood L. '37 Dyer, Hamilton H., Jr. '34 Dow, John H. E Ebbett, George H. '26 Edwards, Donald L. F Falrley, Merle B. '26 Farrar, Frederick B. '39 Farrar, Leslie E. '36 Faulkner, Edwin Faulkner. Fred Feeley, Robert '28 Finnegan, Herschel L. '40 Fitzpatrick, Francis G. '24 Fitzpatrick,, Jerry J, '40 Fitzpatrick Lewis P. '35 Fitzpatrick, Ralph A. '36 Flemming, George J. '35 Flemming, William P. '39 Folsom, Mark Fortier, Keith M. '40 Foster, Fowler, Bertrand L. John E. '41 Friel, Maurice E. '38 Gallop, Gardner , Byron M. '34 Gardner, Gardner, G Laforest C. Carl T. '41 Holmes '35 Gardner, Gardner, Gilbert, Everett O. '40 Gerald F. '38 Robert E. '40 Grllpatrick, George V. '32 Golding, Goodall, Gorham, Gorham, Gorham, Hubert R. '38 Victor W. Frank F. '36 Joseph '21 George W. '26 Graham, Donnell D. 38 Griffin, Donald G. '38 Grant, Elmer Rankin '36 Grant, Gerald R. Grant, Oscar R. '34 G-rant, Ralph C. '42 Grass, Frank '25 H Hall, Orris M. '30 Hovey, Carl G. '37 Hovey, Wallace Huggard, Charles O. Huggard, Clayton O. Huggard, Harold E. '35 Humphrey, John S. '38 I lieland, Leo L. '38 lvey, John I-L Ivey, Henry J Jackins, Lewis '25 Jarvis, Donald A. '35 Johnson, Gordon '25 Jones, Ioan '42 Johnson, Robert Jones, Ralph B. K Keating, Arthur A. '25 Keith, John Allen '40 . Keith, Robert H., Jr. '40 Kidder, Edmund '14 Kinney, Harrison B. '39 Knirlin, John J. Koran, Adolph A. '33 L Lakin, John R. '41 Lambert, Deane A. '34 Lambert, D. P. '41 Lambert, Keith H. '34 Lambert, Winston '31 Landry, Walter M. '40 Lang, Francis Logan, Asael M. '33 Logan, Malcolm E. '41 London, Lee A. London, Lewis H. Lovely, Kenneth W. '29 Ludwig, John O. Meagher, Milberry, Thomas '25 James M. '38 Millar, Miller, Miller, Moore, Mullen, John O. '37 Bernus A. '37 Halbert D. '39 Eugene L. '36 Joseph N. '38 Murphy, Lloyd A. '40 Myshrall, McBride, McCann, McCann, McCann, Albert H. '35 Arthur W. '42 Francis C. '35 James E. '32 Wilfred P. '32 McCarthy, James W. McCarthy, Justlin F. '38 McG1il1icuddy, Edward J. McGill-icuddy, George E. '26 McGowan, Alfred C. '39 McGowan, '21 Horace C. '42 McGrath, Elizabeth F. '38 McGuire, Harry E. McIntyre, Bertram McIntyre, James F. '33 McIntyre, James W. Hall, Sterling J. '41 Hamilton, Cecil R. '40 Hardy, Garnet E. '35 Hatfield, Elvin H. '36 Hawkes, Merle P. '38 Hawkins, Carl D. '27 Hawkins, Earl F. '41 Henry, James S. '36 Hodgdon, Francis C. '3 Hodgdon, Ralph F. '38 Lunt, Fern M. '35 Lyons, Harold L. '30 Lyons, Herschel W. '36 Lyons, Ralph A. '29 Lawrence, Byron P. '31 Hogan, Chester F. '25 Hogan, Chester F. '23 Hogan, Leland N. Hogan, Leroy J. '35 Hogan , Robert E. '42 M MacDonald, Leland L. '20 Macllroy, Donald E. '42 Macllroy, Marion L. '36 Macllroy, Robert A. '38 MacKay, Joseph '37 Madigan, James C. '40 Madigan, William '42 Mason, Donald E. '38 Mason, Philip McMonigle, James F. '33 McNutt, John A. '35 McQuarnie, Curtis S. '37 N Newell, George E. '41 Niles, Lloyd G. '38 Nickerson, Gerald E. '36 Nason, Paul R. '27 -0 Oakes, Carroll 0. '36 O'Donnell Henry C. '18 Osgood, Cedric P Palmer, John Edward '31 Parker, James R. '27 'Pa.ull, Arnold W. Peabody, Herbert '35 Peabody, Lawrence '25 Peabody, Ralph '31 Perkins, Gerald Pheeney, Charles T. '38 lPinkha.m, John H. '35 Pinkham, Ralph W. Plourd, Medrick C. '39 Plourde, Sanford J. '42 Porter, Phillip W. '41 Potter, Ralph A. Puffer, Harold Putnam, Albert P. '31 5 X R Ramsay, Robert F. '40 Rhoda, Wakellef W. '39 Richards, Eric K. '36 Ricker, Frederick F. Rideout, Merle NC., Jr. '36 Rliley, William Ritch-ie, Arthur W. Roberts, Arthur Rooney, Lawrence J. Russell, Raymond Russell, Robert F. '42 Ruth, Robert M. '38 S Savoy, Chester E. Seamans, George H. '42 Seamans, James Ralph '34 Schools, Patrick E. Sherwood, Earle K. Sherwood, Frank A. '32 Skehan, Joseph B. '42 Smart, Atwood 0. '36 Smart, Carl W. '35 Smith, Philip Spaulding, Robert P. '40 Stantial, William B. '36 F Starkey, Earle '21 Stevens, Fred M. '37 Stevens, Russell A. '39 !Stockson, Arnold '39 Stockson, Gilbert '37 Stockson, William M. '40 Stone, Clayton E. '41 Stoten, Earl '40 Stover, Clifford A. '39 Sullivan, James H. '13 Sweeney, Leroy D. St. Peter, Euclid '42 St. Peter, Lorendo J. Spooner, George '42 Taylor, Frederick '14 Tayalor, Ralfph W. '42 'Thibodeau, W?illfiam H. '35 Thompson, Lester C. '37 Thompson, Vaughn A. '39 Tidd, Wllllam P. 'Tilley, Lawrence A. '38 Tlngley, Forest '21 'llitcomb, Alton L. '38 1Tomilson, Angus E., Jr. '40 Tompkins, Donalld A. Tozier, Linwood C. '35 6 Tracy, Stanley R. Troy, Orval Turner, Robert A. '42 Taggett, Donald '41 W Wakefield, Albert L. '35 Wallace, Philip R. '37 Ward, James '40 Ward, Wendell '24 Watson, James A. '39 Watson, Ralph T. '39 White, Linwood J. '38 White, Mark E. Willette, Ralph J. '41 Wilson, George A. '27 Wilson, Robert P. '28 Woflhaupter, Carl P. '33 Wolhaupter, Charles Wood, 'Charles W., Jr. '41 Worthley, Clifton W. '32 Wright, George W. '32 Wetmore, Kenneth '42 Y Yerxa, George W. '26 Young, Kenneth A. '23 ' Deceased THE SENIOR GIRLS Editorials EDUCATION lN A WORLD AT WAR By Bryce Lambert what place will advanced education hold during and after this war? That prob- lem is without doubt one of the most vital that we. as sensible Americans, nmst solve hcforo it is too late. The position of the public high school in the oducational system is assured, be- cause it is the high school in a town 01' city that carries on so many war projects. llowcvcr, the place to be held by colleges and uniivcrsities is doubtful. Our schools of higher learning have been the Victims oi a great deal of unjust criticism. Those who attack these linstitutions desire radical changes, and some even advocate their closing, with schools of manual education taking their place. l am certain that those attaclicrs have never had the advantages offcrod hy such schools, for no man could ever entertain such a thought if he were an intelligent college graduate. Let us View the type of country that the United States would be if it maintained no institutions of advanced learning. If the necessary facts were the only ones taught. we would cease to be an intelligent people thriving with 11ew ideas and new advancements in progress. We would know only how to work with our hands-our miinds would cease to work. We would be the followers of those few educated people who might gain control of our government: we would be led instead of leading. ls not that the present position of the Axis countriies? Are not we fighting against ignorance and tyranny and fear? Thomas Jefferson, the founder of the University of Virginia and our third Pres- ident, said, The last hope of human lib- erty in the world rests on us, the Ameri- cans. Only by being an educated and i11- telligent people can we keep faith as a living motto. We must not fail those who have died to promote our cause - to fight for that human liberty. Our success must be guaranteed, and we must realize that one of our strongest guards to success is the American college. Education must be maintained at any cost! WHY THE YOUTH OF TODAY MUST PREPARE FOR THE FUTURE Today we are the youth of the nation- tomorrow we will be her citizens. Many of the boys of this generaton are giving their lives to our country, and it is up to us, the rest of the youth, to see that those boys didn't do it for a worthless cause. It is for us to study and learn how to become good citizens, to find out what is best for our country, and to learn that it ls up to the individual, not the next fellow, to do what has to be done. How are we going to know what is right if we don't study past history and find out what others did wrong? Certainly experience is a good teacher, but the question is too important to leave entirely up to the experience- we get while we ruin the country. It is the experience of others who have come before us by which we must profit. The responsibility of setting this country right after the war is going to fall on our shoulders. As future citizens we must learn now how to vote intelligently. We should know how to find out which man is going to work for us and whzich one is going to work for himself. If we don't learn now the evils of voting for the man who talks the best, or looks the best or promises the most, how will we ever know when we reach the age to vote? The last generaton fought a war which they thought was to end all wars, but they made mistakes lin their postwar problems. We cannot blame themg they did what they thought was right: but we can blame anyone who, not studying enough about the last war, wants to do the same thing this time. It's up to us to see that this gen- eration doesn't fight its war for nothing. - L. A. H. WE THE PEOPLE It is in times like these that we Amari cans should get behind the wheel and push, push with all our strength, ability, and will-power. In this case there must be- there can be- no shlrkers. No man, woman, or child can be excluded from the plan to- ward victory. I know that we all must feel this, we all realize thris, and yet there are still a few citizens in this country of ours, who- oh yes, they buy defense stamps, they live beside a family who has a son in the army and the- father is an air raid warden, but they complain all the time about the short- age of gasoline, the rationing of sugar and coffee, and finally they can see absolutely no need of the rationing of food or shoes. The wife doesn't like to serve cake with- out frosting to her bridge club, and the husband grumbles because he has to walk to work in the morning. To take an attitude such as this is un- American. I cannot see why anyone would mind making a few sacrflfices, which after all cause them little inconvenience com- pared wvith what is going on in other countries of the world. If we Americans do not learn to do without things wllldngly, we will be forced to do without them any- way. It cis through the rationing of these necessary articles and food that we will supply the armed forces with materials which will help bring about victory soon- er than it could otherwise be accomplshed. However, if it 'ls not altogether the ab- solute necessity of these materials in the war effort that will convlince them, just let them think of all the boys who won't come back to enjoy the peace we have won. Let them think of all the parents the world over who will have no son, but will be proud anyway, knowing that their son died for his country and liberty. Does it not seem narrow-minded to you that we should worry about a little sugar when some young man, maybe that boy next door, is fighting for his life this very minute? Freedom 'ls our heritage-let us protect it and insure it for the coming generations. P. R. R. Senior Class History ln the fall ot' 1939 tliei'e migrated from .Iunior lligh to the Senior High School building a group of youngsters. Because we were all very timid, not iuuch was acc- omplished our first year. NVe elected class officers as follows: president, Bob Ander- song vice-president, Winnie Millerg secre- tary., Don McNuttg and treasurer, Margie Watson. Our outstanding athletes were Bob Anderson, Dick Niles, and Don McNutt. After becoming acquainted with Latin verbs along with algebra symbols, we pro- ceeded to the sophomore rooms. The same class officers prevailed in our sophomore year, but---we elected king and queen candidates for the circus, Dick Niles and Winnie Miller. XVe participated in our speakingcontestandthis showed still more ot' our hidden talent. We had matched up Phil and llob, but some of the girls liked senior boys .loyce and Phil, Winnie and Late, Margie and Buck. Juniors I I Now we were really in the lime-light. Dick played with the Varsity and a mighty good player be was! This was the year we thought we would grow np. The girls wore high heels, and the boys began to take their romances seriously. Our queen candidate was Margie Watson and our king. Albert Madigan. Our senior year opened with a bang!! Ilationing! Then came the scrap drive with privates, sergeants, and lieuteuants. Also the Uurtis campaiign, headed by Buzzy Gardiner finished with total receipts of 31.383, and a net school profit of S468.86. This was the greatest amount ever earned in Hi. ll. S. After oui' class officers had served three years, we decided they were tired. In their places were put Albert Mad- igan, presideutg Pat Russell, vice-presi- dent: secretary, Dick Nilesg Barb MacNair treasurer. Mac--, long. lean, and lJl0Ild--- sure show- ed us how to play basketball. Donnie McNutt was in there a'fightin', too. Dick Niles, the All Aroostook Ace , headed the league with 101 points. Galloping after him was good ole Bolicky Berry with 73 points. But where would our champs have been tif it hadn't been for their man- ager, .loe Vt'ilcox? The senior play, Plane Crazy , was excellent with Al, Pat and Winnie doing their stuff. But they were not alone. Lois, as Julie, proprietor tessb of Julie's Gyp SENIOR PLAY CAST Joint, certainly was good. And Jim, playing the part of Mus, drew some hearty laughs, from the audience. Neither must we forget Buzz and Eloise, Pute, Ruth, the Gang- Bob, Ruth, Margie, Kay, Gertie, Gerry, Ken, Jim-Miss 'Crump and Mrs. :Petty. Thanks to Miss Moody iMiml, to our property managers, and to Jean McLaugh- lin, prompter, a fine preformance was a- chieved. On March 17, Lois Hovey was pro- nounced valdictorian of our class with an average of 96.32 percent. Phyliss Hardy, salutatorian with 95.87 percent, and Pat- ricla Russell with 95.83 percent for an average claimed the third honor part. Twenty-five others had 90 percent or better. lSoon after our graduation many of the boys, not only from the class of '43 but from the sophmores, too, will be inducted into the same branch of our fighting forces. Here's luck to you boys. To dear old Houlton High we bid adieu. Many happy times have been enjoyed withmin your walls, and we hope the seniors to come will have memories of you as dear to them as ours to us. Marjorie Watson Senior Biographies Anderson, Lloyd James Minstrel Show 3. Anderson, Robert Ernest Baseball, 15 Basketball, 1, 2, 3, 45 Boys' H Club, 2, 3. Annett, Eva Mae Basketball, 15 Twirling Squad, 2, 3, 45 Honor lSociety, 35 Tumbling Corps 35 Eng- lish Club 4. Bates, Leta Irene Home Ee. Club, 1, 2, 3. Berce, Lewis Charles Ricker, 15 Freshman 'Play, 15 Freshmen Speaking, 15 English Society. Club, 4-5 Honor Berry, Harold Basketball, 1, 2, 3, 45 Eugene Captauin 35 Base- ball, 1, 2, 3, 45 Football, 1, 2, 35 Track 35 Tennis, 35 H 'Club 2, 3, Class Treas., 1, 2, 35 Award 3. 45 H Club Pres. Nason Basketball Blckford, Ellen Jean Hodgdon--Clas Pres. 25 Honor Society 45 English Club 45 1Cadet'Teachlng 45 North Star Board 4. Bither, Hazel Marie First Aid 3. Bither, Paul Edwin Honor Society, Pres.5 English Club, Hi Y Club5 Debating lChairman. ' Brewer, Harold Allen Hodgdon-Basketball 15 Speaking Contest 2, 35 Senior Play 4. Brewer, Margaret Jean Junlior Red Cross? lCounci1 fSec.l 1: Basketball 3, J. V. 's 1, 2,5 B Twirling Squad 2, 35 Honor Society Treas. 35 Sec. 45 English Club 3, 45 North Star 45 Cadet Teaching 4. Brower, Ruth Marjorie Brown, James Leroy Orchestra 1, 25 Sophomore 'Speaking Ex- hibitlon5 Junior Speaking Exhlibition5 Eng- lish. Club 45 Senior Play 45 North Star Board 4. Brown, Ray Earl 'Burlock, Lawrence John H Club 3, 45 Hi-Y Club 45 Track 2, 3, 45 Cross Country 35 Basketball 2, 3. Burtt, Anna Gertrude English lC'lub 45 North Star Board 4. Callnan, Phyllis Arlene Glee Club 2. Callnan, Robert Eugene Future Farmer 4. lCameron, Benedict Wilfred Lewis Football 25 Baseball Mgr. 1, 2, 3, 4. Caron, Natalie Marie lGlee Club 35 Home Ec. Club 1, 3. Carter, Ruth Ardel Glee Club 25 Honor Society 45 English Club 45 Senior Play 45 Executive Board of Honor Society 45 Cadet Teaching 4. Chadwick, James Murray Band, 1, 2, 3, 45 Orchestra 1, 2, 3, 45 Hi-Y 2, 3, 45 Treas. of Hi-Y 45 High sales- man in Curtis Campaign 45 Future Farm- ers 15 lSenior Play fBus. Manager Sc castj Tennis 1, 25 North Star Board 2, 3, 4. Cole, Olive Virginia Conlogue, Paul Davld Manager of Track 4. Colson, Clifford Leamon Future Farmers 1, 2, 3, 4. Cormier, Rlta Mary Home Ec. lClub 1, 2. Crafts, Leona Agnes Band 45 Orchestra 45 Basketball 15 Eng- lish Club 45 B Twirling Squad 2. Crane, Mu Marlo Crawford Alice Josephine Honor Soclety3 English Club. Crawford, Lois Winifred Tennis 1, 23 Basketball 1, 2, 33 Glee Club 3, 43 Senior Play 4. Cumming, Lois Joan Senior Librarian 1, 23 Basketball 1, 2, 33 North Star Board 4. DeVlne, Vivian Irene Senior Librarian 33 Basketball 33 Red Cross Council 13 English Club 43 Honor Society 33 Cadet Teacher 4. Eagers, Jean Elizabeth Eleiott, Gerald Shaw lSoph. Exhibitiong Junior Exhibition: Senior iplayj Debating Club 4. Feeley, Margaret Jean Honor Society 3, 43 English Club 3, 43 Sec. and Treas. 43 North Star Board 2, 3, 43 Cadet Teacher 43 Dramatic 'Club 3. Fitzpatrick, Gertrude Dorothy Senior Play3 Basketball 13 Red Cross 3. Ford, William Earl Cross Country 3, 43 'Track 1, 2, 3, 43 Basketball 1, 2, 3, 43 Hri-Y Club 3, 43 H Club 3, 4. . Fortler, Thomas Edwin Soph. Speaking Exhibition. Gardiner, Frank Richard Track Il, 2, 3, 43 'Cross Country 23 Foot- ball 33 Senior Play3 Junior Speaking Ex- hibition3 H Club 43 lSchoo1 Safety Patrol3 North Star Board 3, 4. Gidney, Donald William 'Track 1, 2, 3, 43 English Club 3, 43 North Star Board 4. Gogan, Robert Cross 'Country 23 Track 2, 3. Hagerman, Robert Burden H Club 3, 43 Football 33 J. V. Basketball. Hardy, Phylliss Joyce North Star 2, 3, 43 English Club 3, 42 Salutatorlan 4. Hawkins, Robert Eugene -Cross Country 3, 43 Track 2, 3, 43 North Star 4. Hodglns, William Francis Basketball 13 Band 1, 2, 3, 43 Hi-Y Club 2, 3, 43 H Club 3,43 Tennis 2, 3, 43 English Club 43 Debating 43 Sophomore Ex. 23 Senior Play 4. Hovey, Lois Ann Honor Society 3, 43 English lClub 3, 4: Junior Red Cross Pres. 4g Valedlctorian 4. Hunter, Donald Swett Stage Mgr. Senior Play Jenkins, Mary Louise English Club 4. King, Wendell Garfield Kinney, Kathleen Muriel Senior Playg Orchestra 1, 2, 3, 43 Twirl- ing Squad 2, 3, 43 Sec. of Honor Society 3, 43 Sec. Debating 43 English Club 43 North Star Board 43 Glee Club 2, 33 Dram- atic Club 33 .lunlior Speaking Exhibition 33 Cadet Teacher 4. Lambert, Bryce Voter Junior Div. Orchestra 13 Class Pres. 1, 2: Property Mgr. 'Circus Play 2, 33 Dramatic Club 33 Vice-lPres. 33 English Club 3, 43 Pres. 43 Honor Society 33 Exec. Comm. 33 Highster Board 3g North Star Business Mgr. 43 Winner. Know Your Money Con- test 43 School Reporter for paper 43 De- bating 4. Lambert, Neil Richard Cross Country 13 Hi-Y 1, 2, 3, 43 Senior Play Mgr. 43 Projection Machine Operator 3, 4. Larson, Kenneth Sec. of Varsity H4Club 43 Pres. of Hi-Y Club3 Pres. Honor S0ciety3 Senior Play: Cross Countryg Track. Levensailor, Daisy Bell Honor Society 3, 43 English Club 3, 43 Curtis Campaign 43 Red Cross Representa- tive 43 Senior Librarian 33 North Star 43 Cadet Teaching 4. Lewis Edrie Helena Glee 'Club 1, 2, 33 School Plays 1, 2, 33 !School Librarian 23 Photographers Club 13 Glirls' Club 1, 2, 33 Junior Speaking Contest3 Tumbling Corp.. Lloyd, Genevieve Ferne Lloyd, Samuel Douglas Future Farmers 1, 2, 3, 4. Longstaff, Everett Hanford R. C. I.1, 2, 33 English Club 4. MacDonald, Jennie Daisy MacNair, Barbara 'Colleen Jr. Red Cross 13 Glee Club 1, 2, 33 North Star 1, 2, 3, 43 English .Club 3, 43 Librarian Senior Playg Honor Society 3, 43 Sec. of Class 3, 43 Cadet Teacher 4. Madigan, Albert Whittier nBand 1, 2, 3, 43 Orchestra 1, 23 Soph- omore Speaking Exhibitiong Junior Speak- ing Exhibitiong Boys' Double Quartet 2, 33 North Star Board 3, 43 English Club 43 Hi-Y Club 3, 4, CSec. 433 Debating Club 43 :Senior Play3 Circus King 33 Pres. of Class 4. Maloney, Mary Agnes English Club 43 North Star Board 43 11 Honor Society 43 Dramatic Club 33 Senior Playg Cadet Teacher 4. McCormack, Francis Eugene Basketball 3, 43 H -Club 3, 43 Tennis 1. 2, 3, 43 Football 1. McDunnah, Vlvian Lelta Glee Club 2. McLaughlin, Jean Kane Junior Speaking3 Glee Club 43 Senior Playj Cheer Leader 43 North Star Board 4. McMoniqle, Mlldred Theresa Glee Club 1, 2, 4. McNutt, Donald Robinson Football 2, 33 Basketball 1, 2, 3, 43 Base- ball 13 H Club 3, 4. MePartIand, James Frank McQuade, Patrick Charles Orchestra 1, 23 Band 1, 2, 3, 43 H Club 43 Football 4. Merrlthew, Louena Irene Honor Society 3, 43 English 'Club 3, 43 Dramatic Club 3, 43 Speaking Ex. 33 North Star 4. Miller, Joan Wlnnifred lSenior 'Play3 Vice-Pres. 1, 2, 33 Cheer Leader 3, 43 D. A. R. Candidate 43 North Star Board 3, 43 'Circus Queen Candidate 23 Basketball 1, 23 Cadet Teacher 4. Murphy, Emma Gertrude Home Ecnomics Club 33 English Club 3, 4. Murphy, Valla Opal Niles, Richard Leon Baseball 1, 2, 3, 43 Basketball 1, 2, 3, 43 of Varsity Club 33 Candidate Vrice-Pres. for Circus King 23 Class 23 Class Treas. 43 Co-Capt. Basketball 43 Boys' Varsity Club 1, 2, 3, 4. Niles, Robert James Basketball 2, 3, 43 Football 33 H Club 4. Noyes, Gareth Halbert Orchestra 1, 2, 33 Band 1, 2, 3, 43 Hi-Y Club 4. 0'DonnelI, Alice Gertrude Dramatic Club3 Red Cross. Paradls, Rose Mae English Club 43 Glee Club 4. Rhoades, Victor Marshall Future Farmers 2. Ross, Ruth Geraldine .. TwirlingICo1'p 2, 3, 43 Tumbling Corp 33 Senior Play 4. Russell, Patricia Rlae Vlce1Pres. Class 43 English Club 3, 43 Honor Society 3, 43 tSec. 41 Senior Red Cross 'Council 43 Junior Red Cross Council 13 Glee Club 1, 2, 33 Triiple Trio 33 North Star Board 2, 3, 43 Senior Play 43 Cheer Leader 43 Tennis 1, 23 Third Honor Part. Scott, Arnold Murray Band 1, 2, 3, 43 Orchestra 1, 2, 3, 43 Hi-Y lClub 2, 3, 4. Sewell, Shirley Elizabeth Twirlling Corps 2, 33 Basketball 1, 2. Simpson, Lilly Effie Home Economics Club 1, 2, 3. Smith, Eloise Evelyn Honor Society 3, 43 English Club 43 Sophomore Speaking Exhibition 23 Junior Speaking Exhlbitlon3 Senior Play3 Libra- rian 43 Dramatic 'Club 33 North Star 4. Smith, Geneva Ardith .. Basketball 23 English Club 3, 43 Honor Society 3, 43 North Star 3, 43 Glee Club 2, 3, 43 Triple Trio 4. Stantial, Mary Bernice Glee Club 1, 2, 33 Twirling 'Corps 1, 23 Band Leader 3, 43 English Club 4. Stevens, Jennie Etta Home Economics Club 1, 2, 3. Stewart, Paul Edwards Cross Country 23 Basketball 1. St. Peter, Norman Future Farmers 4. St. Pierre, Joseph Alclde Football 23 Baseball 33 H Club 4. Tomilson, Doreen Mae Basketball 1, 2, 33 Twiirling 2, 3, 43 Tumbling 33 Glee Club 1, 2. Theriault, Rose Marie Watson, Marjorie Ernestlne Glee Club 1, 2, 33 Senior Play 43 Triple Trio 2, 33 North Star 43 Class Treas. 1, 2, 33 Honor Society 33 Twirling Corps 3, 43 English Club 43 Tumbling Corps 43 Dram- atic Club 33 'Candidate for Circus Queen. Weaver, Goldie Irene Glee Club 1, 23 First Aid 33 Senior Ll- branian 2, 3. West, Jerry Nathaniel Track 1, 2, 3, 43 Captain of Track 43 Cross Country 3, 43 H Club 4. Wilcox, Joseph Sherman Baseball 23 Football 2, 33 Future Farm- ers 1, 23 H Club 2, 3, 43 Co-Capt. Football 33 Hi-Y -Club 43 Mgr. Basketball 4. Wood, Ruth Evelyn 'Twirllng Corp 2, 3, 43 Tumbling Corps 33 North Star 43 Dramatic Club 33 Senior Play. Young, Carl Seamans 'Band 1, 2, 3, 43 Orchestra 1, 2, 3, 43 Hi-Y 'Club 2, 3, 43 Boys' Double Quartet 33 English Club 43 Jr. Div. Orchestra. K t .. . . .. .-.-,....,-,. .... . .., . THE SENIOR BOYS Junior Notes 'Pho junior class is very well represented this year in all the activities ot' the school. Many of the musical-minded can be found in the band and the orchestra. and some of the juniors are shaping into fine ath- letes. Helping the H. H. S. basketball team 011 to vivtory this year were speedy Gerard York, Verne Byers, Dorson Plourde, Aub- roy Grant. and Jim Mc-Gaffin. The last men- tioned will gro into the army at the close of school. Earl Bickford. Aubrey Grant, Norman Dec-haino, and .lim MOGaffin did their bit on the track team. Dechaine. who enlist- ed in the Navy. has been deferred until the close of school, too. Hill Riley has left our fold and is doing all right for himself in the U. S. Navy. After a long wait our class rings finally came. and at once furious swapping began. A few examples of this are: Anne Fraser and Dewey Gidney, Joyce Robinson and Jack Smart, Verne Byers and Diggie Larson, and Pat O'Donnell and Bill Ford. Keeping up their good work this year are our two talented singers Larry Wood- cook and Harriette Watson. Besides participating in outside activities most juniors manage to maintain a fairly high ranking average. Too, this class is well represented in both the English Club and the Honor Society. Although we haven't done anything real- ly outstanding as a class as yet. we feel that we are ready, willing, and able to pick up where the seniors leave off. H. W. Sophomore Notes In this class of 1945 we find some if the best talent yet to reach Houlton High. Of course, we must first mention the Pres- ident. Bob McCormack, who is also one of our most promising basketball players. Stan Greaves, Elliot Berman and Bob MacNair also show g1'eat possibilitfies in the field of basketball. Brick Dunphy contributes to the talent of this class with his crooning. Gloria Dow, with all her extra wind and talent, does a great job in the band and orchestra with her sax. And the ever pres- ent glamour boy rin every class is repre- sented by H. McNutt, the answer to a maiden's prayer. B. Rush could be the answer to a maiden's prayer if he didn't talk so much. The girls in this class are very bashful, especially Jane F., but she'll get over it and wonder what held her back. .Last but not least we have those who are slightly off the beamg no slams, but P. Grant is an excellent example. In spite of all we've said, we feel sure this class will win success and be a credit to Houlton High School in the years to come. Here's luck to the class of '45, M. B. Freshmen Notes This class has had its first thrill of be- ing members of Houlton High School. Next year they will be sophisticated sophomores. or at least for the sake of all concerned we hope they will be more sophisticated. The president, Oscar French, is one of the intellectual type. He can carry Latin and similar subjects and come through with a's without studying-much. Henry Baulch is doing very well with his music and will be better as the years go by. The girls in this class cannot seem to contain themselves and spend their time looking for something to giggle at. J. Gartley, known as Uppy, is one of the most sophisticated, so you can see how hopeless the situation is. However, these same boys and girls are fitting themselves into the present day labor shortage by holding part time jobs. The medal for ambition should be award- ed to E. St. Peter in view of the fact that he is holding down two jobs and look at the size of him! Yet we know this class will grow in mind and stature and prove itself worthy of the fine traditions of our school.. M. B. THE GIRLS' GLEE CLUB 14 The Ink Well Greetings, Mr. and Mrs Houlton High School, this -is Alta Squinchell, your knows for news, bringing you the latest and hottest flashes straight from the ink well. FLASH!! The biggest surprise of the year turned out to be Al Madigan, who dropped his wings and used his halo to better advantage. Confidentially, we like him better this way. Lois Hall reported that she is having her troubles with love-sick soldiers who come into Robinson's 'They're all in love w-ith me- she confessed, blushing girlishly. Poor girl-! Off again, on again-Jack and Joyce are on again. The army seems to step in a bit, but remember that old saying about a girl in every port, Joyce. Have you ever noticed how the theatre crowd stick together-even in school? It's enough to make a certain group of girls want to throw things. A whole flock of new romances have blossomed forth this year. Here are some of the most outstanding: Leona and her soldier fiance, Doug: Goldiie and hersg- Anna and Bob tAir Corpsb Goodwin: Mary and Don McNutt, Lois and Ralph-either that or Hal , Bob Niles and Olive Simp- son, Patty and Dick QWhat's happened to Rev?J and then there's Eva and Alec- pardon me, I meant to say Teddie-or is it Adams? I guess yon'll have to figure that one out. Last, but not least, we have Barb and Harold. tDon't ask why. Just accept the fact, and God Bless America.l Jean Stinky McLaughlin must talk poor Buzz to death every night, because the next day she comes to school with her lovely, lilting soprano reduced to a harsh whisper. Jean's loss is High School's gain! The romance of the year goes to Eloise and Jim. This twosome has the whole school's approval. Believe 'it or not, there still seem to be a few hearts of solid gold knocking around. Take for instance the case of Phyl and Andy. They deserve an award of honor. After all, three years is three years. An- other couple on our honor roll is Phyl and Stoney. A few more weeks of their letter writing, and the paper shortage is likely 15 to reach a crisis. Ditto for Margie and Buck. Maybe I'm wrong, but doesn't that surprise you a little? Oh yes, there's al- ways Winnie and Leighton. That gold seems to be wearing a little thin. Any- way, Winnie is looking around for a re- set. Metal is scarce, Winnieg there's a war going on. The boys really put in a good year of basketball. They had a tough job to tack- le, but they certainly made first base. It's lucky they didn't measure for caps and gowns until long after season. Oh well, they have a right to be proud. Leo took a quick shift from Ann to Evelyn. The gears appear to have stuck, too. I say, More power to 'em! Verne's poor head seems to be taking quite a beating. First it was basketball season, and then he took a good deal of time trying to decide between Dorene and another junior. If anyone knows the re- sult, let me know. He might try eenie, meenie, etc. I thought I had something to say about Bill Ford and Pat O'Donnell, but you know what happened. While I was think- ing, all of a sudden there wasn't anything to think about. Did you know that lPhyl Taylor has a secret love? Oh yes. Ask her about Don sometime. He's far away in the army, but after all a girl can dream. The little birdie that tipped Jean Young off ought to keep her bill shut. It seems her man took another woman to the mov- ies. Don't you think this year has gone fast? Speaking of going, I think I'd better. This is Alta Squinchell saying goodbye and good luck until next year. Alta Une snowy day in April, a group of soldiers were shipped into the Houlton Air Base. After having been here for sev- eral days, one of the new boys from Florida asked a pal who had been in for a year or so, Say, bud, what are the summers like round here? The other replied quick- ly, I don't know: I was drunk both days. Introducing -- Our Faculty By Margaret Feeley This past year saw quite a change in our faculty. Besides all of the grand teach- ers we've known in the past few years, we now can add seven new ones to our mem- oirs of school life. They have succeeded such teachers as Miss Betty Oelschlegal, Misses Percival and VVhite, Joe or rather Sgt. Dobbins, Miss Clarice Penney, and last but not least Mr. or just plain Phil Marsh, I know you'd like to meet our teachers, so why not come in? We have at, least twenty minutes before afternoon classes begin! There is Mr. Lambert's secretary, June. just opening the office. Who wouldn't mind having a secretary like that? . . .and she can work too!! Here is Mr. Lambert himself. H. H. S. is .pretty darned lucky to have such a fine principal. You know-he's not just a principal, but a teacher, lectur- er, humorist, preacher, and philosopher all rolled into one. He also pusues the subjects of hunting and fishing when the right seasons come around. Down in this direction is room eleven. where our veteran teacher, Myra V. Howe, resides. She's a sticker for perfection. which 'is becoming a rare trait among this younger generation. Finding what x equals and declining sum, es est are all part of her daily routine. Across the way in room 12 is Alice Ann-- oh, yes--Donovan. She is the perfect ex- ample of what a lady should be. Parlez- vous francais? She does, and hers is the task of teaching others too. Why, there is Miss Titcomb just coming out of the office. Her classes are responsi- ble for the appetizing, and sometimes not so appetizing, odors which float up from the Home Ee. room She also manages to to make that room more attractive every year. To the right at the head of the stairs, here in room 13 fsuperstitious?i is the red- headed, vivacious Rena Adams. She's a crack at bookkeeping tand I don't mean diariesj and she also does an excellent job patrolling the hall and stairs. fBeware if anyone is -here and shouldn't be.J Here in room 14 is our mathematician, Mr. McMillan. He is one of our new teach- ers. teaching a new subject, aeronautcs, as well as physcs. algebra, and geometry. In that tiny room at the head of these steps is Miss Joyce for .loyousj Ramsay, who has a saint's disposition. She is the successor of Miss Percival of the Percival THE HONOR SOCIETY and White Co. and no one ever had ah more worthy person to take her place. History--past, present, and future-is her specialty. . ln room 15, to the left. is our stenograph- er, Miss Stinchifield. It is she who teaches the art of turning words into funny little marks that look like the results of baby's first attempt at using a pencil and paper. On the other side of the glass partition in room 15 is room 17, where Miss Black teaches her students that skill much in delnand today-typing. In this other room is the Sophomore English teacher, Mim Moody, who also proved her exceptional ability both as an actress and a dramatic coach. We all agree that the senior play Plane Crazy wasn't a smash hit by luck. Even after just one year with us she may leave, for it's in the wind that she'l1 be walking down the aisle before long. Next to one English teacher is another, Miss Gellerson, who holds' room 19 in in check. She hammers that' much dread- ed subject into the freshmen's heads. Across the hall in room 16 is Miss Rowe, who teaches domestic Science to junior division girls. Because so few high school students are in her classes, not many know how nice she is. - In the next room Stinny holds his own, for after chemistry class has been in sess- lon no one wants anything to do with 18. Incidentally Stlnson's track room team isn't doing so bad for itself. Mr. Sharp, another new teacher, has 20. There was a mad rush to take room Problems Democracy when the girls found out who was teaching it. They also found out that he had a very pretty wife. At the foot of these stairs is room 7, or as its students call it, cell 7 , and there it takes a is Warden Fraser! They say sworn statement from the sherrif 1Mr. La.mbert?j to let any of the inmates leave during activity period. Mrs. Fraser is taking over Mr. Peabody's afternoon classes. There he is now at the end of the hall, and as you see by his garb, he is director of the physical fitness course. He will make soldiers of our boys even before they're in the Army. In P00111 'IIIOFG vim, six is Peg Johnson, who has vigor, and vitality than she 11 ,knows what to do with. She has English fagain?J and Civics to deal out. Miss Johnson is another of our new teachers. Nice? Huh? ? . Room 8 is Miss Kennard's domain, where a- hundred and one activities go on. Guess what? ? Yes, she teaches English! ! fEvi- dently it must be importantl but she has to -handle seniors which makes the job even more- difficult. This is also Miss Kennard's frst year at H. H. S. We mustn't forget this tall, dark, stal- wart man coming down the corridor. He is Mr. Wood, 'our agriculture man and also our defense man. He usually ls smiling even behind' his sober face. ' 7 This is Mr. 1Cumming's office. He is our much' respected superintendent. That nice looking lady sitting in. there is Mrs. Fitz- patrick, his secretary. P I E We won't have time to visit the Central Building where the 7th and 8th grades are, but we can see all the teachers coming tol check in at the office. Well, no sooner said than done. Here is Ivan, our Maestro and, yes, English teacher. Because of Mr. Sherman we have one of the best bands in the state. Right behind him is Mrs. Churchill, their very pretty Social Science teacher. There is Mr. Saunders and Mr. Greaney leaving the office. They are the two quietest men in Houlton, but they are very good friends to our students. This is Miss Wallace, the pert little science teacher. And these are the last of our teachers, Miss Qualey, Miss McLellan, and Mrs. Judkins. We just can't forget Van. He is down there having a few words with some of the students. If anything needs fixing, just ask him and it's as good as done. Now, don't you think we have an A-1 faculty? ? You bet!!! A man running after a taxlcab panted to. the driver, How much to the station from here? Fifty cents, replied the driver. The nfan continued to run, and after having covered another lstretch, asked breathlessly, How much now? Seventy-five, retorted the driver. Ye're runnin' the wrong way. Clubs Because of the many interruptions in the school year, the Honor Society has not been able to hold as many meetings as usual this year. However, under the guid- ance- of Mrs. llowe it has as usual main- tained its place as one of the outstanding organizations of tl1e school. 'The officers ot' tht- club for the first semester were: president. Kenneth Larson. vice-president, llorcim l,lll'S0ll1 secretary, Patricia Russell 'l'rt-asnrer, .Ioan Kittredge. The officers e- lewtt-tl for the second semester were: pres- ident. Paul llitherg vice-president, Verne llyt-rs: secretary. Kathleen Kinney: treas- urer. lilf'll2ll'ii Ilycette. One of the projects tnitlr-rtakcii by the llonor Society this year was the preparation of a scrapbook to be ciitt-rt-rl in 1-onipetition with other schools in .llainc on the war activities ca1'ried on in the school, The book was illustrated with pit-tim-s of these various activities and each one was written up by a member ot' the society. This book was put on dis- play for the townspeople to see in the window of a store downtown. Major Reid ot' the Houlton Air Force Base addressed the club at one meeting and told of his interesting experiences as a doctor in China. The annual supper for the new members was held at the first of the year and many social as well as educational affairs have been enjoyed. The English Club, under the supervision of Miss Kennard and its president, Bryce Lambert, has enjoyed an equal number of literary and social meetings. Two suppers were held with entertainment provided by the club members. A service honor roll including the names of all men and women now in the armed forces who attended Houlton High School was prepared by the English Club to be placed in a prominent position in the school. Each member was assigned a certain year or number of years and was responsible for the name of every person included. New names will be added to the roll as the number of enlistments increase. As one of the outstanding pro- grams of the year Mrs. Fraser spoke on her experiences in the Philippines, where she lived for several years. Her lively des- criptions were made even more effective by the displays of native handiwork and souvenirs she brought to show. Other club officers are: vice-president, Teresa Lang- ley: seceretary-treasurer. Margaret Feeley. The newly formed Senior Red Cross Council. made up of two representatives appointed from each home room, has ac- complished a great deal of good this year. THE ENGLISH CLUB 18 Its members made menu covers for the Chrismas dinners of service men ln hos- pitals, packed Christmas boxes of toys as well as mlany useful articles for the chlld- ren of warring nations abroad, and carried on many other activities. The annual roll call was conducted with great success, and a dance was sponsored by the council to supply additional funds necessary to carry on the functions of the organization. Miss Titcomb is the faculty advisor, and the off- icers of the council are: president, Lois Hoveyg vice-president, Patricia Russell: secretary, Patricia 0'Donnellg treasurer, Robert Burns. Under the direction of Miss Wilson the Glee Club has held its regular meetings this year. A Triple Trio made up of mem- bers chosen from the club as a whole has taken part in various entertainments put on by the townspeople. The group will appear in the annual music night program this spring and attend the music festival. This year again the Hi-Y Club has our principal, Mr. Lambert, as its faculty su- pervisor. This year's organization has twenty-flve members. The officers for the year are: Kenneth Larson, president: Jerome fCllfford, vice-president: Albert Madigan, secretary: James Chadwick, treasurer: and Verne Byers, chaplain. The boys activities this year have been greatly reduced due to the present conditions. This is the first year in six years that the Houlton High School chapter of the Hi-Y hasn't gone to the annual convention. The future Farmers is another outstand- ing organlzatlon in school this year. Mr. Wood ls the supervisor, and the officers are: Earl Gardiner, president: Donald Hagan, vice-president: Fred Moores, treas- urerg wSamue1 Lloyd, secretary: Clayton Brown, reporter. 'The executive committee consists of Freeman Taylor, Lester Sewall, and Leigh Cummings. Due to rationing boys will not hold their annual spring father and son banquet. The Jr. Red Cross members are repre- sentatives of the different home rooms. They have been very active this year Some of the projects which they have un- dertaken are making boxes for children of Iceland and for the children of the local hospitals, making scrapbooks for the hos- pitals, making surgical dressings for the 19 Houlton Chapter of the Red Cross, and al- so sponsoring two First Aid Classes for the Junior fifteen hours' course. The officers are: Nancy Hyde, president, Buddy Moores vice-presidentg Gennette MacNair, secre- tary: and Jean Lambert, treasurer. They have made an important contribution to the war effort this year and will continue to make themselves outstanding. The Boys H Club, usually one of the most active clubs in the school, has suffer- ed the same effects as all the rest this year. The annual initiation of new mem- bers was held in chapel on April 2l1. As a project this year the club has undertaken the erecting of a memorial plaque to Regg- ie Downie, an outstanding athlete and all- round citizen of Houlton High School, who died suddenly last year. He was a mem- ber of the class of 1942 and was loved and respected by everyone who knew him. The officers of the year are: president, Bud Berry, vice-president, Earl Gardinerg secretary-treasurer, Kenneth Larson. The executive committee is made up of Elliott Berman, Jimmy McAffin, and Bill Ford. A group of volunteers under the direction of Miss Ramsey has organized a debating society to study the fundamentas of debat- ing. So far they have only held discussions on various pertinent subjects, but they plan to hold at least one actual debate in the spring. The society ha no officers, but a committee in charge appointed from the group composed of Bryce Lambert, Kathleen Kinney, and Paul B-ither. B. C. M. and P. R. R. The Hi-Y supper was at its peak, noise and all. Suddenly Neil Lambert's voice was heard in one corner: Gee, this is just as crowded as home ls! . Miss Kennard: Where did Shakespeare go to school? Eben Currie: Yale, ma'am. Uust before rationing startedl Anna Burtt's mother: Ellery, I can't find any prunes around here. Where can they all be? Ellery: Well, you know what Anna says, The best prunes of all go to Carnegie Hall. it ,df THE BASKETBALL TEAM Boys' Basketball When Old Man Basketball came around last fall. the future of the Houlton Hoop- sters in the gym looked very satisfactory, Losing only one of last year's men, Coach Woody Peabody, former assistant coach and head coach this year, with four letter- men including Berry, Niles. McNutt, and lPlourde, four more fast juniors, Grant, McGaffin, York, and Byers, and two promis- ing young sophomores, Berman, and McCor- mack, brought to Houlton the Aroostook Basketball 'Championship for the first time since 1933. With Berry at center, Niles and Mc- Cormick as forwards. and Byers and Mc- Nutt as guards, these five fast starters chalked up 416 points for the entire season in Aroostook County. This gave the Houlton Hoopsters an average of forty-one points per game. Niles of Houlton led the Aroos- took league scorers with i131 points and Berry and McCormick came as a close third and fourth with eighty-seven and eighty-three points respectively. Byers and Plourde, who substituted for McNutt, only juniors who played to any extent this year, 'showed themselves promising leading bas- keteers for the year of 1943-44. The real battle of the year proved to be against our rivals, the Presque Isle Wildcats, which took place in the Houlton gym. In this game the score was tied no less than eight times. but Houlton finally emerged victorious. Out of the fifteen games played, only four were lost. one in the Aroostook league to Mars Hill. and three outside, two to Stearns and one to John Bapst. This gave the Houlton Hoopsters one of the best seasons for many a year. The score per game was as follows: Houtlon 46 Oakfield 12 Houlton 25 'Stearns 37 Houlton 48 A. C. I. 28 Houlton 46 .Iohn Bapst 42 Houlton 33 Presque Isle 22 Houlton 48 Caribou 22 Houlton 57 Fort Fairfield 20 Houlton 33 A. C, I. 55 Houlton 25 Presque Isle 23 Houlton 31 Stearns 61 Houlton 33 John Bapst 46 Houlton 56 Caribou 26 Houlton 28 Washburn 26 Houlton 47 Fort Fairfield 32 Houlton 48 lVashburn 15 SENIOR DIVISION BAND Cross Country Coach Clyde Stinson. the miracle build' er of harrier teams, came through this year with a team that was so outstanding that it thoroughly trounced Presque Isle TWICE. The boys were barely edged out at tl1e State Meet by Dover-Foxcroft Academy. The two outstanding 1'l1IlI1e1'S we1'e two seniors, Bill Ford and Ken Larson. These boys placed second and fifth respectively in the State Meet. Other excellent runners were Jerry XVest '43, Aubrey Grant '44, Earl Gardiner '44, Harold Stewart '44 and Elarl Bickford '44 and James McG'affiu '44. All of these boys won their letters. 'SCORES Houlton 25 Maine Frosh 31 Houlton 18 Bangor 40 COUNTY MEET Houlton 28 Presque Isle 42 A.. C. I. 77 Caribou 83 STATE MEET Dover-Foxcroft 31 Houlton 48 Presque lsle 63 Corinna SS Bangor 100 Intra Mural Basketball The .Junior Varsity had an excellant season with eight wins out ofeleven games. The Junior Division team composed of the three lower grades played a very success- ful season with other H. H. S. class teams, but tied with Ricker freshmen and sohpo- mores with two games won and two lost. Mr McMillan worked with the sev- enth, eighth, and ninth grades, while Mr. Sharp handled the upper three classes. Physical Education ' By Don Gidney At the beginning of the school year our athletic program was greatly curtailed due to limited transportation facilities. After Mr. Peabody was appointed head of Physi- cal Instruction, our new physical fitness program was sta1'ted. Its purpose was to help build up the boys and introduce to them a touch of what they might expect when they enter the service. consists of strenuous ex- The program ercises with military drilling. The exercises began simply. But as time passed and the boys got used to the diff- erent exercises, the program was broad- instructor's aim to have e11ed. It is the every boy attain the ability to go through the exe1'cises with skill and ease. Our Alumni Class of 1942 Donna Bates, Working at Fishman's George Bates, At Home. Malcolm Berman, Bowdoin College Jeanne Bither, Rhode Island. Kenneth Blake, Army. Elsa Bostrom, Boston Conservatory of Music. Philip Boyne, -Colby College. Margaret Brooks, Air Base. Monsaul Brown, Army. Philip Brown, Home. Betty Burlock, Air Base. Bernard Cameron, Army. Goldie Clark, Married. Grayden Clark, Merchant Marines. Edmund Clowes, Navy. Arlean Corey, Newberry's Store. Joyce Crawford, Air Base. Pearl Cunllffe, Caribou. Edith Dickinson, Ricker. Reuben Doody, Army. Wilfred Dow, Navy. Hildred Drake, Air Base. Richard Dunphy, Colby College. .Donald Durost,-? Wilma Fortler, Newberry's Store. Alice Fortier, Portland. Mary Foster, Waitress at Tally-Ho. Mildred Foster, Working at Fishman's. Agnes Gardiner, Bangor. Carol Gardner, Postal Telegraph Office. Marie Gartley, Ricker. Katherine Gilland, Aroostook General Hospital. Marion Gilland, Aroostook General Hospital. Mary Gorham, Air Base. Virginia Graham, Rhode Island. Pauline Grant, Ricker. Ralph Grant, Navy. Margaret Haggerty, French'.s Drug Store. Jannette Hallette, At Home. Jean Hanson, Woolworth's. Harvey Harbison, Larry's. Rena Hatfield, Air Base. Dorothy Henderson, ?- Robert Hogan, Army. John Hoskin, Army. Milo Hughes, University of Maine. Vivian Hunter, Air Base. Jean Hutchinson, First National Bank. Jean Ingraham, A 8: P Store. Asbury Ivey, Working in Littleton. Ioan Jones, Marines. Leo Koran, Army Barbara Lackie, Married. Dolores Lewin, Telephone Office Joyce Lewin, Air Base. Marguerite Lloyd, Portland. Helen Long, Home. Horace MacGowan, Navy. Donald Macllroy, Navy. Arthur McBride, Marines. Mary McLaughlin, Air Base. Christine McLaughlin, Boston. Bernice McMonigle, Woolworth's Store. Margaret McMonigle, Air Base. Alice McNally, Married. Gregary McNally, At Home. John Mooers, University of Maine. John Moore, University of Maine. Natalie Moreshead, Maine General Hosp Eleanor Newhouse, Presque Isle Air Base Ruth Nickerson, Bates College. Sally Packard, Air Base. Lucy Paradis, Working in New York. Odette Pelletier, Driving Taxi for father. Clarence Perkins, Marines. Lois Ann Perry, University of Maine. Sanford Plourde, Army. Jo 'Ann Pope, Portland. John Putnam, Army. Arlene Ramsey, Married. Muriel Roben, Ricker. Maxine Ross, Larry's Store. Robert Russell, Army. Hilda Scott, ?- Marie Scott,, Connecticut. George fSeamans, Navy. Juanita Shea, Working at Dr. Palmer's Office. Joseph Skehan, Navy. Conlstance Smith, Madigan Memorial Hospital. George Spooner, Navy. Euclid St. Peter, Army. Arlean Taylor, Kents Hill College Holland Taylor, At Home. Ralph Taylor, Marines. Maisie Thibodeau, Air Base. Robert Titcomb, Ricker. Shirley Tltcomb, Boston University. Merle Tracy, Houlton Water Company. Robert Turner, Marines. Shirley Varney, Air Base. Patricia Waalewyn, Houlton Theatre, Post Graduate. ton State. Jean Way, Air Base. Kenneth Wetmore, Army. Elizabeth Ann Willey, Ricker. Virginia Wilson, First National Bank. Dorothy Young, Presque Isle Air Base. Mary Ann Young, University of Maine. Class of 1941 Mabelle Adams, Married. Paul Albert, Working in Town. Burns Antworth, Army. Alston Bell, Home on the farm. Charlotte Berman, Married, living at home. Orin Bither, Armed Service. Laurance Blake, Working for Hatfield's Taxi Service. Gordon Bither, Army. Doris Brown, Houlton Air Base. Leroy Brown, Army. Nina Callahan, Houlton Theatre. Catherine Callnan, Nursing at Maine General Hospital. Donald Callnan, Farming. Leroy Carter, Married, Army. Corliss Cates, Married, Working at Houlton Theatre. Barbara Cone, Nursing. Philip Conlogue, In Dispatchers Office in Millinocket. Harold Conway, Navy. Yvette Couturier, Working at Famous Shoe Store. Mary Joe Crafts, Houlton Air Base. Jean Crawford, Ricker. Robert Cumming, Home. Vivian Courier, Married, Conn. Fred Doescher, Army. Avis DeBay, Married, Texas. James Donovan, University of Maine. Evelyn Dow, Houlton Water Company Kenneth Eleiott, Army. Elizabeth Esterbrook, Married, Conn. Iona Farrar, Married, Home. Joyce Farrar, Farmington Normal. Geraldine Fitzpatrick, Feeley's Drug Store. Leighton Fortier, Houlton Farms Dairy. John Fowler, Mary Fowler, Carl Gardner, Helen Gallop, Shirley Gray, Sterling Hall Army. Houlton Air Bas Navy. Married. Married. Armed Services. Marie Hatfield, Married, Home. Earl Hawkins, Army. Ronald Henderson, Army. Ralph Henry, Army. Rosalind Hodgdon, Houlton Air e. Base. Hazel Hussey, Court House. Richard Irvin, Army. Jacky Kelly, Married, Home. Mary Kirlin, Married. Phyllis Knapp, Home. John Lakin, Army Air Corp, England. Richard Lawlls, Bowdoin. Gladys Libby, Houlton Air Base. Kathryn Lloyd, Married. Elizabeth Long, Married. Bernice MacDonald, Defense Plant, Conn. Bill Madigan, Army Engineer, Amphibian Command. Mary McKinnon, Married. Carol Miller, Married. Samuel Myshrall, Air Base. Helen McCormack, Whites Drug Store. Letha McDonald, Married. Gwen McGrew, Air Base. Maragret McKnight, Tingley's Bakery. Alice McMonig1e, Air Base. George Newell, Navy. Doris Niles, Nursing, Madigan Hospital. Ruth Palmer, .Air Base. Annette Plourd, Home. Priscilla Plourd, Air Base. Mary Pomeroy, Madigan Hospital. Robert Ramsey, Army. Joe Riley, Armed Services. Philip Porter, Army. Frank Rogers, Ricker. Audrey Ross, Presque Isle Air Base. Christine Rush, Married, California. Helen Shenneck, Training for Nurse. Celia Skedgell, Training Bangor. Marion Smith, Married. Muriel Steen, .Air Base. Eliona Stevens, Presque Isle Normal. Vera Stevens, Married. Marjorie Stewart, Air Base. Clayton 'Stone, Marines. Joyce Stone, Married, Conn. Richard Sweet, Defense Plant, Married. Daisey Tapley, Married, lives in Washing- Don Taggett, Army. Ken Taylor, Married, Conn. Clement Vose, University of Maine. Marguerite Watson, Married, .N. Carolina Vera Watson, Married. Philip Mason, Army. Doris Whited, Married, N. Carolina.. Irene Wiggins, Married. Arleen Willette, Married. Ralph Willette, Navy. Charles Wood, Army Air Corp, Bowdoin. Qt ,aim SENIOR DIVISION ORCHESTRA Exchanges ABHIS-Abington High School, Abington, Mass.-Your magazine contains a wealth of fine literary 1nate1'ial in its editorials, Fireside Section, short stories, essays a11d poetry. A humor department and more pictures would add to your magazine Unless you feature your exchange column in your commencement issue, I would suggest its addition also. The Broadcast-Calais Academy, Calais Maine-Your year book ranks high among the best, and contains an outstanding humor department. l suggest the addition of poetry to your literary department, and that you separate your literary section from your articles on school organizations and functions. Echos of AHS--Ashland High School, Ashland, MainefYour year book is small but excellent. lt needs only the addition of an exchange department to be complete. The Meteor-Berlin High School, Berlin, New Hampshire'feThe Meteor contains much excel-lent literary material in its poems, short stories, student views, and articles under Berlin High School at War. The addition of pictures and an enlarged humor department would add to your book. Unless your exchange column is featured in your commencement issue, I would suggest its addition also. Pine Needles! Mattanawcook Academy, Lincoln, Maine-Your literary and poetry is the outstanding feature of a fine magazine. l suggest an enla1'ge1ne11t of your humor division. The Quoddy Light-Lubec High School, Lubec, Maine, Your year book gives full support to the saying, Good things come in small packages. Your humor division and literature are outstanding. The Red and XVl1ite-Spaulding High School, Rochester, New Hampshire-Your magazine contains in its editorials, poetry, book chats, and stories. a wealth of excell- ent literary material. In addition to this, the cuts, especially the one on the front cover, are very cleve1'. My only recom- mendation is an enlargement of your humor department. The Reflector--Caribou High School, Caribou, Maine-Your year book leaves nothing to be desired in the arrangement of the material you have. l missed, how- ever, the lack of such material as a literary department containing stories and poems, a humor department, and an exchange column. Nlme Lloyd Anderson Robert Anderson Eva Mae Annett Leta Bates Lewis Berce Harold Berry Ellen Blckford Hazel Bither Paul Blther Harold Brewer Margaret Brewer Ruth Brewer James Brown Ray Brown Lawrence Burlock Anna Burtt Phyliss Callnan Robert Callnan Eenedict 'Cameron Richard Cameron Natalie Caron Ruth Carter James Chadwick Olive Cole Paul Conlogue Clifford Colson Leona Crafts Mae 'Crane Alice Crawford Lois Crawford Eben Currie Vivian DeVine Jean Eagers Gferald Ellelot Margaret Feeley Gertrude Fitzpatrick William Ford Frank Gardiner Donald Gidney Robert Gogan Robert Hagerman Phyliss Hardy Robert Hawkins William Hodgins Lois Hovey Donald Hunter Mary Jenkins Wendell King Kathleen Kinney Bryce Lambert Nell Lambert Senior Habits Nickname Lloyd Andy Eva Mae Peter Bercy Bud Nunny Skippy Paul Hero Margie Ruthie Jimmie Moose J ack Dreamy Phyl Bob Benny Spot Nat Crumpy Chadie Olive Paul Cliff Leona Mazie Alice Jo Banana Bars Red Viv Jean Gerry Margie Gertie Willie Buzz Dewy Dugan Hagie Phyl Bob Bill Cookie Fish Mary Duke Kay Bryce Nellie Pastime Woodstock parking boys cooking complaining squeezing nickels fooling around soldiers Crurnpy Airplanes working at the 5 and 10 soldiers Eloise Henry's basketball Bob arguing with Bob Woodstock sweeping floors loafing keeping house Paul music fooling around Henry's truck driver waiting for wedding bells movies thinking jerking sodas wolfing U. S. 0. just sitting around shorthand working Feeley's Pat . cowboy movies Anne Sam's loafing Stoney? ? theater trying to get a girl the navy baseball Virgil working Freddie books photography Wants to be a farmer a naval cadet just a wife a Mrs. a professor a buck private a stenographer just a Mrs. a mathematician a flyer a nurse a defense worker 2. farmer a mgr. of F. H. Fishman's a coach a lieutenant's wife , Mrs. Anderson a farmer a mgr. of the 5 and 10 a student at U. of M. a. beautician Mrs. Bither Director of H. H. S. band a beautlcian a pool shark a raiser of pigs a corporal's wife a stenographer a Latin whizz a nurse Junior Commandos a stenographer a nurse a teacher a domestic science teacher a nurse a coach a sailor a. meat cutter at Houlton Meat Supply a' florist a postman a wife of a marine a photographer a cadet at West Point an old maid town manager of Amity a nurse in the Air Force a student at U. of M. a minister a cinematographer Kenneth Larson Daisy Levensailor Edrie Lewis Genevieve Lloyd Lois Cummings Thomas Fortier Samuel Lloyd Everett Longstaff Albert Madigan Mary Maloney Louena Merrithew Winifred Miller Emma Murphy Valla Murphy Jennie MacDonald Barbara MacNair Francis M'adCormlck Vivian McDunnah Jean McLaughlin Mildred McMonigle Donald McNutt Patrick McQuade James McPartland Richard Niles Robert Niles Gareth Noyes Alice O'Donnell Rose Paradis Ruth Ross Patricia Russell Arnold lScott Shirley Sewell Lilly Simpson Eloise Smith Mary Stantial Jennie Stevens Paul Stewart Alcid St. Pierre Norman ISt. Pierre Doreen Tomllson Rose Theriault Victor Rhodes Marjorie Watson Goldie Weaver Nathaniel West Joseph Wilcox Ruth Wood Carl Young Ken Daixsey Mae Eddie Gen Lois Tommy Sarnmie Everett Al Mary Louena Wini Emma Doodle Jennie Barbi Junior Viv S- . . Millie N uttie Pat Jim Dick 1Bob Noysy Alice Rosie Ruthie Patty Scottie Shirl Lilly Whizzie Shrimp Jennie Needle Saint Saint Tommy Rosie Vic Margie Goldie Jerry Joe Ruthie 'Shorty airplanes Iceland Robinson's U. S. O. drawing Canada iigging driving a car singing dreaming of Portland Latin flirting Neil soldiers worrying robbing the cradle theatre Merlyn wishing to go grow U. S. O. basketball night work at E books sports Jiggillg .guns working dancing Rulsty two-timing loafing writing letters V. F. W. Latin Nuttie sewing doing English hanging around baseball Gus fooling around loafing Buck dreaming running betting with Woodie talking on the telephone the clarinet 26 lk's 'Club a cadet at West Point a. stenographer a soda jerker a stenographer a nurse a hobo a farmer a farmer a bachelor Ito be or not to bel a nurse a poetess a kindergarden teacher a housewife a stenographer the local air raid warden a student at Wellsley an English Professor a housewife an accountant a stenographer a coach a sailor on a submarine an English Professor a second Woodie Peabody a soldier a doctor a house keeper a nurse a wife of a second Looie a career woman just a gentleman a nurse a Mrs. just plain Mrs. Brown a nurse a housewife a professor a soldier a ball player a Mrs. a riveter a. soldier married to Buck a. Latin teacher a Marine. a buck private a bareback rider a band leader 27 Literary CAMIOLA By Ardith Smlth An auction was being held at the beauti- ful old mansion of the late Major David B. Roberts. Yes, the dashing Major was dead-killed in an aerial battle over a small island in the southwest Pacific-and his heir, a young nephew whom he had never seen, had come down to Petersburgh to sell the things off. Most of the town's people lamented the lack of a will almost as much as they lamented Daves death. It was the opinion of one and all that Dave had not intended the unknown nephew to inherit all of his wealth. Doctor Fehling believed he intended to leave a small portion of his wealth to found a hospital and place him in it as its resident physlciang Rev. Darnell pos- itively knew he meant to do something for the churchg Professor Weeder had heard him speak of a free library, and of course, all the distant relatives had expected leg- acies, so everyone was unharppy over the situation except the heir himself. 'Camiola Brown, private secretary to Dr. Daniel Fehling, leaned on her typewriter and watched the people as they went by on their way to the Robert's mansion. As she watched, her thoughts turned backward to a young couple leaning out an attic window looking with rapture at the scene spread before them-at the mountains in the distance- and all nature at her best. The things are old fashioned, lCamiolag the boy was saying, they've been in the family for generations, and I love themg but jwst say the word, and we'1l redecor- ate all the way through-any way you like. But I don't want to alter ity she in- terrupted, I love it too, just the way it is. Honest? he asked. Honest, she replied, and turned her head to receive his warm kiss. Plans, such wonderful plans they made that day leaning out the attic window. We were going to be so happy, Camiola moaned. Oh, darling, it has always been just you for me and me for you. It was such a silly quarrel, and we were so young and proud and ruthless. Her memories were interrupted by the arrival of Dr. Fehling. My word, Camiola, are you not going up to the auction? he boomed. Oh, I know. I've forgotten to tell you that you have the afternoon off. Well, what are we waiting for? Grab your bonnet and let's go! Really, Doctor, thanks, but I don't be- lieve I'd care to go. Oh, stuff and nonsense! Go? Of course you want to go. Did she want to go? Camiola asked herself, and her heart echoed, Of course you want to go. When ICamiola and the doctor reached the Roberts' garden, the auction was in full swing. She dutifully listened to the bidding for a while, but it was only be- cause the doctor expected it of her. The grandfather clock, the set of china that Dave's grandmother Roberts prized so much-it seemed so tragic to Camiola to see them go. lShe wandered on inside where people were running hither and yon looking at this and exclaiming at thatg on upstairs where people were poking at the beds and examing bedding: and then still upward to the garret. Nothing up there, said a well-meaning woman who was descending. Tain't worth while to lose breath climbing. Camiola didn't answer but continued her climb. Nothing up there? Up there where two lovers had dreamed sweet dreams and planned sweet plans? Why perhaps the ghost of their dead past still lingered up there, loath to leave-her ghost and Dave's. The girl, a woman now, went to the win- dow and leaned out-just as she and Dave had done fifteen years ago. Life seemed rather cruel to her at that moment, indeed she rather envied the mountain -those eternal mountains, unchanged while lives were being lived, while youth fled and love departed and graves were dug. She real- ized at that moment, perhaps for the first time, how really alone she was, just she, no Dave. Odd, she had unconsciously clung to the hope that Dave would come back some day. lContinued on page 501 IN THE ABSENCE OF HIS MAJESTY By Lois Hall Little spirits of rain danced the conga on my cottage roof to the jazz fluting from the wind, which cut capers through the trees. Through the rain-curtained windows I peeked at the foam-flecked lake, rolled by swirling gusts of wind. The pulsating beat of the waves on the shoreline teased me to join in. Excitement tingled electrically through my veins as I grabbed my trenchcoat and stumbled out to my motor-Canoe. The small, mule-like engine sputtered as I lmlpatiently coaxed it 'into action. Then, sounding like a bee caught in a microphone, it lurched the boat forward and skipped from wave to wave, shipping in buckets of water. I turned the boat broadside to the waves. 'They playfully tossed the canoe into the air. Then they caught it and nestled it in their arms a split-second before they threw it up again. Two sea. gulls glided about over my head. All was respectfully silent. The dark, veil- ing clouds parted, and the sun, robed in glory, shone through. FROM, MY DOORSTEP By Harrlette Watson When I wander out on the back porch of our house early-not too early--on a sum- mer morning, I can see at least a quarter of a mile in every direction. To the east I can gaze out on the few trees we have left in our apple orchard. I don't know which time of year I like these trees best, for in the spring the boughs are laden with fragrant, colorful fblossoms, and in the fall the red, ripe, delicious fruit hangs, just waiting to be picked and eaten. Then to the south-east, between two neighboring houses I can see for more than a mile out over the hills and scattered groves by the Calais Road. .An occasional cow wanders forlornly in the radius of my view, although why she should be forlorn on such a glorious morn- ing is more than I can understand. The fiery-red bushes belonging to our neigh- bors on the west add much to the beauty of the sceneryg and as I stand reviewing the splendor laid out before me by the hand of God, I feel glad to be alive and even more glad to be able to face such a. world from my own doorstep. MY MUSIC AND I by Dorence Larson When I was a child, I had the misfortune, as I thought, to take piano lessons. Not only did I detest the long, tedious hours of practice, but the very sight of the teacher terrified me. She was the village spinister, a tall, austere person, with firmly-waved gray hair, beady black eyes behind thick spectacles, and a long pinched nose. On wintry afternoons her nose would turn a ghastly white, while the rest of her face bloomed rosy-red. Perhaps this was why the school children called her, secretly, of course, Ol Nosey. She would sit beside me at the piano, clad in her traditional black dress, with a heavy silver chain about her neck, and count in a stiff voice, One and two and three, while I misinterpreted the scales. But when she began to play! Then I would hold on to my chair and gaze at her in wonder. How could such a person, so severe and stiff, play such gay and tinkling melodies? She became almost beautiful in her transformation, her face glowing with an inner beauty, her bony hands running up and down the keyboard, lifting me into another world. But when she had completed the selection, her face would lapse into the usual, cold mask, as she said Already? Begin! A DAY AT THE FAIR As Fllelated By a Seven Year Old by Ruth Wood Oh, if you could only see me! I'm in bed with all kinds of medicine settin' 'round me. What's the matter with me? I dunno! I can't figure it out. All I did was go to the fair. Yesterday, I went to the park where a fair was being held. Oh, I'll never for- get it! We left early in the morning--'bout sev'n, I guess. We arrived at the grounds along with everyone else. I was terrible hungry, so I bought some pop-corn. Gosh! Was it good! The first person I met was Georgie, a friend of mine. He had two hot dogs an' a bottle of pop, so I went and got one, too. We walked over toward some music. Why, it was the merry-go-'round. We, Georgie and me, bought our tickets and selected a nice,, wild lookin' horse to carry us on our ride. The ride wasn't half long enough, but we decided to come back a- gain later. Next we saw a man with some ice cream-big double dug into my pocket, --I can still taste hungry, so Georgie and sat down. We cones! Again my hand and I had an ice cream. that! I was tired and and me went to a tent ordered hot dogs, pop, ice cream, and some kind of pie. I felt better after the meal, so off we started again. Georgie suddenly tugged at my shirt- tail-now hanging out-and he shouted 'Lookl Over there!' I looked! Holy Smoke! There stood the biggest woman I ever saw. She had on a little, short dress. I guess they couldn't find enough cloth for the rest of her. I couldn't speak: I just stood and looked! We finally wandered away from the fat lady to a'tent that had a sign 'See The wild Man' on it. I hurriedly gave the man our money and Georgie and me went in. Bcv! Did I hurry out of there. I was so scared it made me hungry. Well, Georgie and me went and got some lemonade, pop corn, and some choc- olate ice cream. I just couldn't seem to get filled up! After we ate, we went for a ride in an airplane, rode on the ferris-wheel twice, the merry-go-'round again, the whip, and had a couple of rides on a. pony. We ate a lot more stuff and then went up into the grand stand to watch the fire works. They were swell, the fireworks, but so were the peanuts and chocolate bars. 'Bout nine my father found Georgie and me, and I went home. When I got home I was nearly starved. So, I made some sandwiches and drank some milk. I felt better, so I went to bed. This morning-oh! I didn't feel so good. Gosh! I kept feelin' worse and worser. Gee! I can't figure out what made me sick. Can you? VENGEANCE by Goldie Weaver Characters: Helen, Aneas, Venus Scene of action takes place at Helen's home in her shrine. Aneas, wandering through the streets, comes upon the open door that leads to the shrine where Helen is. With shield before him and spear in hand, he enters. Helen, hearing footsteps and the clanging of armor, crouches on the steps behind the shrine. Helen: Who dareth trespass into my pri- vate abode, oh, stranger? ,Aneas: Art one so deep in crime, trying to chastise one, who tries to rid the city of such traitors? Helen: Dost thou, oh, so brave warrior, know who I am? Aneas: Cspeaking disgustedlyy Who would be so ignorant as not to know thee, traitor, and woman of unsurpassed beauty? Helen: fin dispalrj Oh, mighty warrior, can'st thou be so cruel as to accuse me of things which thou knowest not of? Come, fpleadinglyj rest thou beside me. Aneas: lin retort! With you? lasidel T'would be honorable to rid others of this woman. Is she not from Sparta? What of her fatherland? She seeks only the safety of her sanctuary. I shall strike to end this conspiracy of hers, hateful woman. lTo herj Thou ought to be put out of people's way. Even here am I tempted. fAneas rises his hand as if to strike.J , 1Venus enters in Godllke beautyl She speaks: Stay thy hand, my son. What cruel heart prompts thee to do such a dishonor- able deed? Is not Paris to blame as well as this defenseless woman? My son, it was the will of the gods that she appear as a woman blamed for this thing that has happened. Blame her not, I beg thee. Helen: Listen to thy mother, oh, god- dess born. Venus: Both of you, go: flee for your lives, for Troy is doomed. I can do no more to save you. My son, beg forgiveness of this one that thou so hastily accused. fExit Venus, waving her hands as if asking a blessing.J Aneas: fTurns to Helen and speaks thuszj If thou will forgive one, who in a strange sudden wrathful impulse-tHe is interrupted here by Helen.D Helen: Go, thou brave warrior: seek the safety of your wife, your son, and your aged father. All is forgiven. CAneas leaves, after he leans gently forward, touches Helen's brow lightly with his lips, in a sign that he is sorry for what he has sald.J THE FATEFUL SHOT John's telephone rang four consecutive times that morning of December thirty- first. Joan Garcelon wanted him to come to a New Year's celebration at the Mayfair fClub. Just as soon as you and Peggy fin- ish that exhibition dance of yours at the hotel, dear. A different girl desired his company for a New Year's Eve supper. All at the last moment, but I do hope that you haven't planned anything else after your act tonight. A truly unknown voice belonging to a name which he had never even heard-Mary or Marion or This or That said: Hello, John? Listen, I sent you a card for my dance tonight. Did you get it? 'Oh, how awful! Well, I do want you to come very much. I know that you and Peggy are dancing at the hotel tonight at eleven, Johnny, but you can make it so easily afterwards. John Parker, young and blond and un- ulsually handsome in a maroon dressing gown, smiled into the phone and to each of these invitations gave a pleasant sound- ing, but very firm negative reply. Once John had accepted the various thrusts of all women. There had been a time when he had been intensely flattered to attend part- ies by young married women who were both bored and misunderstood, even by women who were marketing for husbands. He had, he knew, been a very 'immature youth then-with a socially prominent father and mother, with plenty of money. He was no longer a youth, nor green either. He had long since known money as a total stranger. His parents had both been killed as the result of an automobile smash-up, and his father was a man who made a great deal of money during life, but left nearly nothing when he so unceremonious- ly left this world. Because of this, John had worked his way through Georgetown University by dancing with Peggy Staple- ton in floor shows at the various hotels and night clubs. He was twenty-five, through law school, and the victor over the law exams. Tonight wouldhe his last exhibition with Peggy, and their he would begin the New Year in the law firm of Howard and Johnson. It was a wonderful experience, a real break! I ought to be feeling on top of the world, thought John as he lit a pipe and walked toward the window. But he dldn't feel anything like a million bucks, and he knew why. Tonight would be the last time that he would dance with Peggy Stapleton, the last time that he would ever hold her in his arms, the last time that the gardenia fragrance of her hair would thrill him-the softness of her slender arms, the firm small waist, the lovable, young face. It must be the last time, because no man could expect 'Peggy to share a tiny flat, to cook, to sew, to wait for him to be some- thing more than a promising young lawyer. Outside, the snow whirling like foamy bubbles of spray at the foot of a waterfall, was in keeping with the perfect crystals frosting the window pane, which were as delicate as the veil of a bride. Bride! John's teeth clinched on the stem of his pipe. He closed his eyes for a moment and visualized Peggy Stapleton as a bride- Reed C'alton's bride. The fragile Veil fall- ing from the thick, lustrous, black hair: the merry, red mouth, and those talkative, brown eyes-all were clear to hlzn. He saw her as Reed Calton's wife, the big brown house on Massachusetts Avenue, the end- less parties, the trips to Florida, to Sun Valley, to Newport-all in season. Peggy belonged to that world. She had grown up in wealth, had been trained to be a rich man's wife. Peggy had made a spectacular debut and had met the right people to find eventually some one like Reed Calton. It was simply following a pattern. She was lPeggy Stapleton, and she could dance with John Parker for his supper, she could sing with orchestras in New York night places. People thought it simply amusing. A so- ciety glrl having fun before settling down to marry Reed Calton. Reed Calton! John despised him. It was something more than jealousy, that hatred of his for Calton, and it wasn't because of Reed's pursuit of Peggy. It went back to Southhampton where the Calton's Es- tate had adjoinded the lParker's. In those summer months John had learned about Reed Calton. He was spoiled by nature, his parents and too much leisure and money. His large, dark complexioned fig- ure, although weak physically as well as morally, the majority of feminlty found charm-ing. John thought of Peggy's loveli- ness ln the twice-married Reed's arms and ,. ce, sf.-sfs ' ' .V J, 5 E fb? N JUNIOR DIVISION ORCHESTRA the muscles of his determined-loking jaw tightened perceptibly. He uttered an oath and then, conscious of someone behind him, wheeled sharply around. Peggy iStapleton stood there gigg- ling at him. She said gaily, All you need, John Parker, is a good casket, and you could do an excellent fadeout! What are! she cocked an ilntpudent eye-brow at him, you so tragic and blasphemous about? And don't look at me as though I were Marley's ghost. John smiled down his pipe stem and came toward her. He said, Come on in, Nut. l am in, Dope! iShe skinned off her little hat and put it on the sofa with a. large package. As John helped her off with her mink coat, she said, .I've brought the pistol and a lot of blank cartridges to go with our new record. We ought to wow 'em tonight. John. At least, John grinned. I hope we give the management a hundred bucks' worth. That's what they're paying us. Did I tell you? He untied the long package and handed a new record to Peggy. He stood there, juggling the small, shiny pistol as Peggy adjusted the record on the radio. Peggy said, This record is swell, John. It's going to fit our routine wonderfully. VVell. put it on and let's get started. NVe'll only need to go through it a couple of times, l think. He slipped the pistol into his pocket, waited for the first slow, fascinating notes of the music and held out his arms. The dance began. Languidly. d1'ea1nily, they circled the room in a series of fas- cinating turns and then they speeded lt up with breath-taking whirls. Peggy's small heels clicked together and drew apart, gradually slowing downg Peggy's slim body swayed like a flower in a summer breeze. John's heart began to poundg he was think- ing of the part to follow-the moment when he crushed her to him and made the audi- ence think that he was really kissing her with passion. It was always a stage kiss, his mouth never quite touched hers, but he thought desperately. Vin going to kiss her. It will be the last time. so I must. He didn't, although her mouth was there. close to his. red and inviting. Then he flung her from him, sent her reeling across the floor. The dance was approaching its spectacular climax. He made a movement toward her which she evaded by a neat hip movement. He reached for the revolver and brought it forth into the bright morn- ing sunlight. tContinued on page 493 HOGS by Kenneth Larson I am going to tell you about a man, Slim Jones, who ships hogs from his farm near the Missouri River to Albany, New York. incidentally this incident took place about 175'0. Slim is a well-known man since his hogs are nothing but the best. Slim is what you might call a well-to-do farmer, al- though no farmers are well-to-do. He has a force of thirteen farm hands. When the season comes for shipping the hogs, Slim and his men build tive barges with pens in which to keep the hogs. By the way, these hogs are shipped on the hoof, that is, alive. Let us assume that the barges and pens are all built, that the food and hogs are aboard and that Slim and his men are ready to sail. They rise early on the morn- ing of Friday the thirteenth, Slim's lucky day. The barges with their captains and first mates start the long floating journey down the Missouri River into the Mlssippi and then down to New Orleans. At this point Sllm's hogs are transfered to his brother's ships. Incldentally, his brother owns a shipping line from New Orleans to New York City. Slim's brother, Jake, pro- vides two ships and also takes over com- mand of the hogs. From here the hogs see the real wide ocean, sight seeing you might say. The ships leave New Orleans and sail south- east around the tip of Florida and then northeast to New York. The ships dock at the Jones Via the Ocean Transport line in New York harbor. This happens to be owned by Slim's third brother, Mike, who is doing very nicely for himself. Here the hogs are transfered to a river-going boat which is smaller and therefore will require three boats instead of the two ships used on the ocean. 'The hogs then travel by river to Albany. At Albany the hogs are unloaded at the Jones 8: Jones Meat Packing Co. Inc. of Albany, which appears by coincidence to be owned by ins who are This is how Albany. But, the hogs are Slim's first and second cous- known as Zeke and Moe. Slim Jones got his hogs to do not be deceived, folksg not through traveling. 'They may be through sight seeing tours, but they will still travel in cans or as hams 33 to the grocer and then to the little lady of the house. . SAFELY THROUGH ANOTHER WEEK by Louena Merrithew I will say of the Lord, He is my refuge and my fortress, my Godg in Him will I trust. The sonorous voice of the Reverend Steven Whitefield droned on, but the att- ention of Mrs. Archibald Lewis did not follow it. Absently she raised a Well-gloved hand, gave her beautifully waved hair a reassuring pat, and adjusted her hat more securely. Why, oh why did everything come at once. Heaven knows, last week was bad enough! Such an unsatisfactory club meeting. Why could women never a- gree? Now she had had a perfectly good idea for--but why think of that now. She was being hostess to her bridge club Mon- day evening. Gracious! She hadn't brokens that news to Nora, yet. Why were cooks always so temperamental? 'Then there was the church supper Wednesday. It was try- ing enough to head the committee with- out having to fairly bribe people to serve on it! It was disgraceful! As if there were anyone busier than she. Oh, if only she could get away for a while and rest. If only she were someone like-like Sylvia Smith, for instance. Her .life must be so simple, no worries . . . Sylvia Smith staredf enviously at the back of Mrs. Archibald Lewis' smartly It must be wonderful to dash about at your beck so rich you didn't have to next week's meals were coiffured head. have servants and call, to be wonder where coming from or 'how you were going to pay all those bills o long overdue. She knew Mrs. Lewis was cross about the church supper. She is such a wonderful organ- izer, Sylvia thought, it naturally worries her terribly when her plans go wrong. But it isn't as if I weren't willing to help, but with George sick and AuntAnn coming Tuesday, . . She sighed deeply and glanced anxiously at her six year old son. For the first time since the service began he was quiet--suspiciously so. Sylvia knew through long experience when Dickie stopped squirming and was still any moderate length of time, his marvelously agile mind must be busy thinking up new antics. Heads bowed simultaneously. There a pause. Our Father we humbly ask WHS n Dr. Whitefield began his prayer, and the congregation resignedly settled down for a half hour's nap. Julia Stanley spread out her hands and carefully examined each shining coral finger tip. 'Coral because mother had said no bright shades until she was sixteen. Oh dear! Mothers were so un-understand- ing! It was the same with lipstick, except of course, for parties and dances. Well, just two more years now, and then, oh boy! 'Conscientiously Mrs. Graham tried to concentrate on what Dr. Whitefield was saying, and failed miserably. She thought, First it was Andrew and now son. But 'it can't be. David, too. think of it. But she had to. It nearly a month now since they from him, and the last time he where in the Pacific. Andrew's I mustn't had been had heard was some- Emily Young gazed adoringly at her new husband. Grant would look so handsome in his uniform. She guessed he'd look hand- some even in overalls. How lucky she and Grant were that he'd been able to get a two weeks' deferment. Not very long, but it might be a lifetime. Grant looked at her and smiled. He had such a nice comforting smile. How nice it was to sit here and share the same hymn-book--how safe. . . 'The congregation stirred: a hymnbook was dropped, retrieved: pages rustledg 'Children blinked sleepily as they were awakened by relieved parents. The open- ing chords of the last hymn pealed forth Safely Through Another Week. . . The benediction was pronounced and with much chattering and handshaking the peo- ple went forth to face another week. ...ii- A 'STORM ON THE OCEAN By Anne Fraser Our boat trip began with lovely weather. The Pacific Ocean was living up to its name of peaceful. It stayed pacific, too, for quite a while. Then, I guess, it got tired of being lady-like. I woke up one morning to find myself being battered a- round in my bed. 'The ship was rolling from side to side, and I with lt. First my head would hit the wallg then my feet. I 34 had to feel my toes every once in a while to see if they were all there. Outside I could hear the waves pounding against the ship and splashing over the decks. As they dashed against the port-hole, I saw that they were a greenish-gray splashed with white. Inside the cabin I had a better view of things. The place looked as if it had been struck by a cyclone. The suitcases, ordinarily under the bed, were sliding around as if on ice. Any breakable arti- cles were broken, and loose ones' were bouncing around with me. I wa.sn't feeling any too well, either. My stomach told me I didn't want any breakfast. I was getting rather drowsy, anyway. Even the creaks and groans of the suffering ship could not keep me awake much longer. Then I slept. WINTER By Ann McCutcheon Hundreds of giant white-robed sentlnels watched silently over the surroudlng fields. A vast expanse of glittering, white crust blanketed the hard brown earth. A huge, yellow globe sailed serenely through the star-studded sky and suddenly hid, momentarily, behind a fluffy cloud. Along the winding trail, which bordered one end of this winter scene, three horse- drawn sleighs, crowded with laughing young people on a moonlight ride, raced merrily on their way. For a minute the stillness of the night was broken by the silvery tiukle of the sleigh bells, the pound- ing of the horses' hoofs, and the gay voices of the youths. The moon above, which seemingly felt the happiness of the party, smiled content- edly as it slipped once more from view- this time to stay. A little later a miniature snowflake drifted lazily from the heavens. Moments later more of the tiny particles followed the first, and soon the air was full of the downy puffs. In their dsecent the sprltely tairies sometimes played tag with each other and often when they touched, they merged. A soft, thick coverlet was thus formed to keep the landscape always spot- lessly clean. 'This is Mother Nature's way of changing the linen in her Winter Wonderland. AS FATE WOULD HAVE IT by Mary Maloney A quiet evening is ahead of you at home. As dateless evenings are a treat with you, you decide to go to work on the liabilities nature has distinguished you with and try to turn them into assets. Your job will take because you mean to be you all evening, thorough. - First you don left on in the one you summer an ancient housecoat--the the line three days last broiling sun so that the blue had turned to a dirty grayish hue. Next you dig out your father's old scuffs, the ones he brought down from camp this fall. Armed with shampoo, bobby pins, curlers. cold cream, nail polish, and a nail file and comb, you proceed to do your duty. After a leisurely hour and a half on your hair, which is now up in its regalia of pins and curlers, you spread your map with cold cream. Suddenly the door bell peals forth with its melodious clang. You scuffle down the stairs with your cream jar in hand, a towel over your shoulders, gown- ed in your would-be housecoat and your ancient parent's so-called slippers. You are inwardly wringing your father's neck, for it lost his is your conclusion that it is he at the door at the ungodly hour of ten o'clock. He was supposed to be spending a quiet evening at the club and has undoubtedly key on the way home. You reach the door and yank it open, exposing your- self in all your glory and ready to bring down the wrath of the gods upon the un- suspecting head of your illustrious parent. But, you thought and acted too soon. With your mouth open exposing to all the world your supper and previous meals plus your tonsils you stare at the beloved features of your dream man of the week. Oh, where is the kind floor that is supposed to open and swallow a person at such crucial moments? You give him a sickly smile-a sixth cousin to your sparkling tooth paste ad. Cautiously you invite him to come in, knowing he will receive a shock equal to that of a forty ton bomb when he sees you in the light that man made to expose the complexion of an unfortunate woman. You are careful not to get too near 35 to his Hollywood profile for fear he will smell the onions and garlic that were in the salad you so inadvertently -indulged in at dinner. That, my dear girls, is the recipe for having the fates deliver your boyfriend at the door' on your evening at home. It has happened to meg my closest friends have had the same cruel experiences: and I can guarantee that it will positively, absolutely, and definitely, happen to you. All you have to do is follow a few simple suggestions. Look your worst in your most dilapidated excuse for any kind of an out-fit, shampoo your hair, and do it up, smear your face with grease, and you will be sure to have your most sincere wish for the moment granted-- that of having your Romeo come and view you without your pretty Grable mask. THE CHANGE OF WORLDLY GIOODS by Richard Lycette Today the humblest person may enjoy what the rich and powerful of earlier times never dreamed of possessing. Years ago, the best appliances that were available were crude, home-made wagons, machin- ery, and tools. The progress of those times was somewhat handicapped by such crude implements. Today the average person lives in luxury with the elements doing. his work for him. Automobiles, airplanes, mod- ern buildings, and ingenious facilities make the life of a person at present seem very easy when contrasted with life of the past. But several things have never changed. Nature is just as enjoyable as it was then, and people desire character, ability, and success as much as they ever have. Things of the material world may be greatly altered, but people themselves change very little over periods of years. Don McNutt: I suppose you've been through algebra? Bob Niles: Yes, but I went through at night and couldn't see the place. Bud Berry: There'll be a lot of disappoint- ed girls when I get ready to marry. Al Madigan: How many do you expect to marry? RED CROSS COUNCIL SCIENCE AND THE WAR By Richard Lycette The home and indust1'y are depending more and more upon science for their dev- elopment. No other craft. plays as import- ant a part as does science in supplying the materials for armies, navies, and the home a boom United front. Although every war brings in scientific achievements. the States has in the past ten years. been foremost in this line, especially in chemis- try. Great progress has been made, notice- ably in the field ot' plastics, with the dis- covery ot' such new resins as soybean plastics, which are used more and more as substitutes for vital metals. Along with plastics, have come the amazing substitutes for silk and other fabrics, rayons, nylon, and vinyon. After the Japanese occupation of the East Indies, the United States' huge importation of rubber was seriously crippled. so chemists went to work hunt- ing for several good substitutes. As the result of painstaking laboratory work. sev- eral different fine rubbers were found in- cluding butyl synthetic, produced from alcohol, buna or petroleum synthetic, and milkweed synthetic rubber. Also a Maine 36 chemist produced a rubber-like material from pine sap. The scientist has. in addi- tion, the credit, for discovery of the new wonder of medicine. sulfaniamide, sulfa- thiozole, and sulfapyridine. which are sav- ing thousands of lives on the battle fronts. When quinine. obtained from the East lnd- ies, was cut off. chemists again came to the rescue and extracted three very fine substitutes for this valuable malaria tight- er f1'om the bark of the cinchona tree, found in South America. A great deal of attention should be paid to developments resulting from the amaz- ing cyclotrons of atom smashers found in several universities and companies through- out the country. With this apparatus it is possible to produce a fairly pure grade of gold from common iron. by its ability to rearrange the electronic and molecular structure of elements and substances. It is easy to see what great prospects these machines have for the future. Startling discoveries may soon be announced con- cerning the newly developed electron iniscroscope by which tiny invisible bodies may be magnifed to 100.000 times their original size. Wonderful new processes for manufac- turing super-gasollnes and synthetic coals and chemicals have been perfected by juggling molecules with high-frequency electricity, with huge vibrations, and with enormous pressures. These processes may soon revolutionize some industries. Great prospects are also seen in the recently discovered radia-active metal, Vranloni-235, for driving our planes, cars, trains, and machines. This metal could be made to supply energy for nearly every machine in use should available fuels in the earth be exhausted. Thousands of other developments, such as growing super plants with chemicals, supplying vitamins for a nation at war, producing stronger steels, and improve- ments in radio and electronics will help decidedly to win the war and establish a more amazing world after it. Tomorrow will be an age of science-- featured drama with these wonderful de- velopments and many more, making the world a better place in which to live. WHAT'S A MUST IN A SECRETARY? by Mary Maloney Here we go again, you sigh, when you catch a glimpse of the title of this article. And you are justified, too. to a certain extent. For are you not weary of reading printed pages on what to do, wear, and say, when you set out in the early morn to an interview with--you hope your future boss? But do not despair, for this is not going to be a dreary, dull, manuscript that you are forever seeing and not reading in many magazines, supposedly for the en- lightenment of secretaries-to be. Here are just a few pointers that are considered essential in a secretary by many business men. Just three simple little things that mean a whole lot--as little things sometimes. do Your appearance. Yes, you know what I mean. Frills and fluff are exiled. You're not after a man, you're after a job. The teen-age aspect must go too. No bare heads, ankle socks, etc. In other words, that carefree look. You must look respon- sible if you're after a position. Whether or not you are is for that man to find out. Exotic make-up is positively nil. Be con- 37 servative and show good taste ln your clothes and appearance. Your attitude. Don't look beautiful but dumb. He is not going to be mislead. Try to look intelligent lf you're beautiful, and if you're not just try to look intelligent. Don't talk as though you had slowly swallowed Webster over night. When you talk, try to sound natural. Use your every- day language--to a certain extent. A person can tell whether or not you are using a vocabularary that is your custom to use and will have a good laugh at your ex- pense after you are told that you will be called if anything turns up. Don't forget to bring your references if you are lucky enough to have any. Your own notebook andapen or pencil is also an asset, because it shows foresight, and that will not be missed by the man who is interviewing you. If you are required to fill out an application beforehand, be sure to follow the directions. If you fill one out at the time of the interview, go right to work on it as quickly as possible and also as quietly. The less time you take the more efficient you will appear to be. Now then, a brief summary of this lec- ture. Remember that a good secretary must be nice to look at, tthat means neat and cleanl nice to talkto and work with, and above all an intelligent an efficient worker. Where there's a will, there's a way. OUT OF THE DARKNESS It was a late September afternoon. Aman walking along the dusty country road. He was about forty-five and slightly gray. He walked with his head down and with an air that suggested a dog, which had been thoroughly beaten. A year ago this man had been a pros- perous citizen in an average American city. He was happily married and had one son. twenty years old. Suddenly his wife had died, then his business had begun to fail, and finally his son had been killed on Bataan Island. Now this man felt he had had nothing to live for--everything he loved and worked for was gone. He was bitter and disillusioned. He had lost his faith in God, in his country, and in every- thing. He stopped and sat down to rest in fcointinued on page 391 X IIS OUT OF TI-IE DARKNESS tcontinued from page 373 the shade of some trees. He stretched out over the smooth, velvety grass. He had lain there for a few minutes when sudden- ly he heard the roar of planes, the boom of guns, the shrill whistle of the bombs, and the terrified cries of women and child- ren. 'These were enemy planes bombing our America, our cities, our fields, our houses. For no good reason they were killing innocent people-people to whom war was abhorrent in the first place. People were running down the road scream- ing hysterically. Some were carrying per- fectly useless thlngs, some were carrying nothing, some were mothers looking for lost children, and others were children searching frantically for the mother who had just been killed. One little girl came up to the man screaming that she had lost her mommy, and please would he find her. Suddenly the man sat up--what a dream or was it a dream--yes, of course it was, but that child was so real-he could see her standing there, tears streaming down her cheeks, crying, Mommy, I've got to find my Mommy. That child had lost what was very dear to her, but she didn't give up, she wasn't beaten, she was still looking. Yes, that was it. He must look for something to take the place of those he had lost. Now he knew his friends were right: he did have something to live for. He had America and her freedom. He had the privilege of keeping this country free from fear for little tots like that one in his dream. He had seen the light: he was out of the darkness forever. L. A. H. GO BACK TEN YEARS, JOHNNY By Mary Stantlal Johnny stood proudly before his troops. His face was dirty, his clothes bedraggled, and his gun boasted a crack in its wooden barrel. But Johnny was a leader. He had six men under him. Imagine it! Johnny Martin, a leader of such a grand army. Of course, the men were only Red , Buck, Jim, Bill, Fuzzy, and Slim, but to him they were real men, dressed in real uniforms, carrying real guns, and listening to the orders of a real captain. Attention, he sternly ordered in his best imitation of his current movie hero. His troop snapped to attention. Well, they tried to anyway. He then started ordering right and left, and his men obeyed him the best they could. Then, just at the wrong time, the General, commonly known as mother, called the Captain home. An- other day had passed. That was a long time ago. Now Johnny, a far different Johnny from the eager, yet bedraggled one of long ago, lay idly on the hammock under the apple tree and thought. He thought of many things. Mostly he tried to recall the good old days, because now he had reason to remember them. Last week his country had entered the war. His country that hadn't done anything, that just wanted to be left alone, had finally been taken into it. He was leaving tomorrow. Vifhere was he going? He didn't know. He was leaving to go back ten years. He was going to play soldier. Oh, he didn't mindg he wanted to go. All his friends had gone or were going- Red , Buck, Jim, all of them. Yes. Johnny was going to war. Johnny was going to be a real soldier, carrying a real gun, dressed in a real uniform, and maybe, giving orders to real soldiers. AN IDEAL LIFE By Phyliss Hardy Have you ever spent two or three weeks in a camp in the woods? If you have, then you, too, have got up so early in the morn- ing that the stars are still glimmering faintly in the pale sky. At first the gray dawn seems mysterious, but soon the yellow rays of the sun transform it into a magic paradise. You walk into the dim woods where the silence is so thick that the shrill, clear call of a bird or the frightened chatter of a squirrel echo and re-echo bout you. Perhaps in the distance you can hear the noisy murmur of a brook or the rush of Water as it cascades down a rocky hillside. The trees and bushes look green and new as though all the dust and dirt of yesterday had been erased by the healing darkness. The velvety moss under your feet is heavy with dew that smells fresh and wet. Mingled with the spicy odor of wood and the sweet smell of wet leaves is the tantalizing fragrance of coffee, freshly made, and bacon sizzling in the pan over an open camp fire. Then after spending a busy day close to the wonders of nature, you settle down contentedly before a warm, crackling fire in a big stone fireplace. You stare dreamily at the orange flames flicking up the chim- ney and think things you'd dared not even dream before. In your heart there is asing- ing gladness and love of living. It sounds ideal, doesn't it? That's exactly what it is--an ideal life! TEN MINUTES BEFORE THE BELL R'ANG By Lois Doescher One bright, sunny morning by mistake I arrived at school ten minutes before the bell rang. Because the teacher hadn't arrived to unlock the door, I sat on the steps and took a good look around me. Early students were sauntering casually through the hall, waving gaily at their friends, and scowling at their- enemies. Waiting impatiently on the steps below me was a frowsy-haired girl relating the latest about Mabel, her home room scandal. The other girl .listened eagerly, with her mouth wide open and her ears in high gear as she thought whom she would tell this to first. Suddenly, two freshman boys thundered down the hall, whistling shrilly and some- what off key, the song they had heard in the movie last night. In another five minutes the whole upper corridor was in an uproar with the bustle and clamor of more pupils arriving and beginning to converse, argue, and laugh with their friends and neighbors. Every so often screams of delight, cries of dis- may, gasps of surprise were heard above the din of the rapidly increasing, clamor- ous, turbulent crowd of boys and girls. Just about this time, my home room teacher silently and quietly came and un-' locked the door. I went into my room think- ing, How interesting to arrive ten min- utes before the bell rings. THE STORM By Robert Wood It was getting dusk when the first flakes of the great storm fell. The snow came, falling in long, slanting lines from the northeastg it was heavy snow, the soft, sticky kind that is so hard to shovel or plow. The crews of the snowplows grumbled as they envisioned a long, hard night of work, battling against this great white monster. It was a losing battle, this con- test between the snowplow crews and the storm, lost because of the scarcity of plows and the great number of highways to be plowed. The morning dawned with a thick white blanket over eighteen inches deep, and the storm had not ceased. The telephone and electrical crews were hard at work now, trying to repair the wires broken by the weight of the snow or by trees and branches falling across them. The crews couldn't get far from town, for the snowplows were just trying to battle their way through to outlying towns. Early ln the afternoon, the truant sun showed himself again and, as if in response to his coming, people all over the country- side began industriously digging them- selves out from under the glittering mass of snow. The storm was over and life was again back to normal. A BOY AND A DOG By Mary Stantial Lion, so called in puppyhood because of his resemblance to that animal, gave a volley of sharp, ecstatic barks and wiggled and squirmed like a giant caterpillar. He was going out with his master, a privilege once frequent but now waning, because school took up so much of Bill's time. Yes, Bill was the master, in away he was more than a master. He was a brotherglt was a brotherhood of a boy and a dog, stronger than any other bond in the world. They understood each other fully, a trait seldom found in one man to another man but often found in a boy and a dog. When Bill cried, Lion cried. Oh, a dog can cry. It's in his eyes, it doesn't show in tears, but it shows. When Bill laughed, Lion laughed. His sparkling eyes and lolling tongue be- spoke his joy in every way. Every emotion in Bill passed on to Lion. This particular day they were going for 40 A HOME EFONOMICS CLASS. a walk in the woods. Bill was going to look for salamanders for his science class. Of course, Lion didn't know this, but he did know that his master acted mighty pecu- liar, looking under every rock and stone they camo to. lt was fun and exciting to run around, exploring each rock after Bill explored it, pricking startled ears at mys- terious wood sounds, and chasing invisible rabbits and squirrels. It was fun until they came to the old junk heap. Lion stepp- ed on a jagged piece of glass there while investigating a pile of old engine parts. It bled. lt bled a long time. There was no way to tell Bill. He had given a sharp yelp of pain when he stepped on it, but Bill thought it was just another bark. Hy the time they reached home, Lion was very weak. He had lost lnuch blood. Eill rushed eagerly into the house, shout- ing for everyone to come and see his wonderful collection. They came and knelt down on the floor beside him to look into the jars Bill had. Your teacher will certainly--, Bill what's that? his mother asked. lt looks like blood. lt's shaped like a dog's foot. Lion, Lion, come here. Lion came, meekly lying down by Bill's feet and look adoringly up into his eyes. They were hurt eyes, a dark, luminous 41 MISS Tl 'FCOM B, Instructor gieen. They examined his foot. Bill's fath- er tore up some cloth and applied a turni- quet. Mother put on an ice bag to clot the blood. It wouldn't stop bleeding. Bill couldn't do anything, he sat on his bed, the dog's head in his lap, and cried. Bill wasn't crying little boy tears. They were real grown-up ones. Perhaps they were deeper than any boyish sorrow on earth. The dog must live. Lion must live. He must run again in a special kind of tag they hadg he lnust C0l'l16 again, wiggling and squirming at Bill's call, he must go solemnly through his tricks again at Bill's must live, for his life was was Bil1's dog. But all he look up into his master's him to help him live. to commandg he Bill's lifeg he could do was eyes, begging help him to go on being his dog. Then, when everything else failed, Moth- er called a doctor. There was no veterin- ary. A regular doctor might do it. He did. He told them what to do. They miraculous- ly found the vein and applied the needed pressure to it. The cut stopped bleeding. Lion feebly wagged his tail, and his eyes smiled before they closed to sleep. And Bill, well, Bill didn't do much but cry him- self to sleep, his head buried in the dog's furry back. It was a happy kind of crying, though. Lion would live. CARNEY MANOR By Louis Berce A man and a woman, both of whom were gaunt and fatigued, trudged listlessly be- hind a covered wagon drawn by two dusty oxen. Often the woman put her hand to her forehead to gaze intently across the plain at a towering mountain which the little party was approaching. Darkness fell. The people and animals, refreshed by the coolness of the night, had reached the foot of the mountains and had begun their ascent, for the urge to keep, on burned deep within them. After following the wagon for what seemed rllke hours, the couple noticed that their path sloped downward. Instinctively, the oxen quickened their pace. The two, glad to rest their weary bodies, clambored into the jouncing, swaying wagon. As they turned their gaze out the open back of the wagon, they saw dim outlines of huge trees in the moonlight. Time seemed end- less, and in spite of the shaking wagon, the couple fell asleep, utterly worn out. Dawn broke, and the sun was high in the heavens before any movements could be detected inside the wagon. The travlers came forth to find themselves in a new world--in a valley, filled with green grass and tafll trees. A small stream Eflowed lazily through the grassy meadow. Here the oxen stopped, and after eating and drinking their fill, peacefully chewed their cuds. There in the valley the travelers built a log cabin, which was replaced thirty years later by a red-brick house. 'Their children, their grand children, and their great-grand children have lived in that house. Today, 'Carney Manor, still stands ln that same green valley by that same small streamg and as long as the Carney spirit lives in that house, it will remain standng, a monument to the great pioneers of America. DRAMATICALLY INCLINED By Sophie Hughes I like drama, always did. I wasn't making fun when I laughed at dramatics. It was a laugh of admiration rather than scorn. Yes, I admire actors: they're brave. Not like me, .I'm a writer ---- cowardly writer. I prefer to sit in the audience of life and laugh at the comedy. But as you know I can'tg this is one play I can't sit back and laugh at or silently weep, with no pain, just emotion. I must act here, say my lines, make mistakes, hope for the best. I've got to feel this scene, feel the pain, and like the coward I am, cringe at lt, cringe and cry. 'This play also has a climax. I've got to work up to the climax, not knowing until the play is finished whether or not I've put It across. There are other actors in this play-many others. They aren't all writers, and they aren't all amateurs. ISome are experienced. They've acted in smaller plays. They've been eulogized, and they've been kicked around and laughed at by critics, manag- ers, writers, and cowards. They've given it, and they've taken it. And so they act in this play. They do their best, knowing it's a great play fthe greatesti. We all act together, each one thinking our part is the most important. . . not knowing really whose ls the most im- portant. Nobody knows. we all believe though that there was a hero. He came at the beginning of the play long before we started work on lt. He's done the best, and we all admire and praise Him. He's left this troupe now. He's in an- other play which he says is even greater than this. But He's coming back some day, pick out the best of us, and give us all jobs up where He is--permanent jobs. But for now we all plod on, good little troupers, hoping and acting. We are not all good though. There are the villians you know. It's a queer playg each act has a different villian. But they're all somewhat alike, each trying to surpass the last. What's that? Am I having time off? Of course not. One never gets time -off in this play, not until it's finished.. 'This is one of my best scenes. One where I have a chance to really prove myself. Surely you know who I am. That's right! A writer, rightfully called the coward. The one who can't stand up under the criticisms and laughs that the others so bravely take. I'm that character who tries to escape life with its pains and torments. I like to get off in a corner and write about other peop1e's part -in the play. Yes, I'm the coward. NOT T00 LATE By Phylllss Hardy Cathie paused before the door of her apartment and looked at the neatly letter- ed card above the doorbell. Qcathel-me Blake, R. N.: 1 Wish I'd never decided to be a nurse, she sniffed scornfully. Inside the tiny apartment she threw her hat and coat on a chair and flung herself on the studio couch. What is this world coming to anyway? she thought stormily. A girl can't even have her own ideas about things any more. It was the war that had ruined her life. Yes, ever since Bdll went away, things had been different. She looked down at the small, but very shiny, diamond on her left hand and smiled. She thought of iBill with high ideals and fiery patriotism. Even if he is wrong, he's wonderful, she said aloud. Who's wonderful? It was Mary stand- ing in the bedroom door. Cathie sat up. Here was someone to tell her troubles to. What's new at the hospital? Mary asked, not that I care- on my day off. That's what I want to tell you, Cath-ie said eagerly. Superintendent Smith is leaving for active service. We had a spec- ial meeting today, and she gave aspeech about howlmuch we-'re needed. The girls are excited about it, and everyone wants to enlist. We were all talking about it after the meeting, and I said I thought it was a man's war and we should stay out of it. I do, too, Mary. Wl1at's the use of everyone getting inspired by some non- sense they call patriotism-- and then go walk in front of a bullet? What good does it do? We didn't ask for this war. Tha.t's what you told the girls, huh? Mary asked quietly. Yes, of course. Then they all treated me .like a fifth-columnist. They wouldn't even speak to me in the halls, and they all stood in a corner whispering when I left -the cats! Kitty, you certainly have a lot to learn. You're crazy if you think we aren't ln this war as much as anyone else It's our country, too, isn't it? Why-- Please, Mary, for heaven's sake-- Cathie interrupted sharply. She walked to the window and stared out at the streets. The doorbell rang stridently. Answer it, will you, Kitty? I'm in my pajamas. Cathie jerked open' the door impatiently. Miss Catherine Blake? Telegram. Sign here, please. It's probably Bill wishing me a happy birthday , Cathielaughed. He does it every three weeks because he can't re- member the date. Mary turned at the kitchen door. I wish -Why, Cathie, what's the matter? You're shaking like a leaf! It's -- B-ill -missing in action. Oh, Kitty, I'm Cathie didn't hear her. She was picturing Bill, lying broken and bleeding, with no one to nurse him back to health. How wrong she had been! Well, it wasn't too late. The next day as Cathie ran down the hospital steps, there was a hint of spring in the air. 'The breeze from the Hudson River wasn't as chilling. She stopped at the-corner where the bent old flower woman had her stand. lShe pinned the ragged heads of two chrysanthemums to her collar and lifted her hand in a farewell salute. Goodbye, New York, she said triumph- antly. I won't be seeing you for awhile. REUNION in HEAVEN By Anna McCutcheon Large downy snowflakes floated leisurely to the ground and lay on the streets of the city. Crowds rushed along the busy streets doing last minute Christmas shopp- ing. A bent old lady in a ragged skirt and shawl shuffled along dejectedly, unheeded by the other pedestrians. The tired gray eyes in her grief-stricken face were glistening with unshed tears. Reaching a particularly poor section of the city, she slowly climbed the rickety stairs and entered the foul-smelling corri- door of the tenement. As she trudged down the corridor to the last door, she suddenly halted as a middle- aged woman called her name. Mrs. Stevens, there's a letter for you from the War Department. Thank you, Mrs. Mulligan, the elderly lady whispered distractedly. 43 ' Inside her room she quickly tore open the epistle and with shaking hands held it to the light from the window to see it better. My dear Mrs. Stevens, fit read, we re- gret to inform you that your son, Corp. William Stevens has been reported killed in action.-- There was more to the letter, but Mrs. Stevens did not see lt. My boy, she whispered brokenly, my boy lnilled in action. I'll never see him a- gain, and I was crying because this would be the first time we have not been to- gether to celebrate Christmas. My poor, brave son--gone. She sat in the old rocking chair by the window andheld a small brown bear that showed signs of the childish abuse admin- istered by tiny hands. Tears streamed down her wrinkled cheeks and fell silently on the toy. Hours later a knock came on her door. She did not answer, for she had fallen into a deep sleep. Mrs. Mulligan knocked once more, but when she received no reply, she turned the knob and came into the room. At first the unlighted chamber afford- ed no sight of the frail body huddled in the rocker by the window. Finally, as her eyes grew accustomed to the gloom, the landlady made out the dim form outlined against the faint light from without. lCrossing the room to awaken the lonely old lady, Mrs. Mulligan halted abruptly. A serene expression took the place of the unhappy look that had been there when she had received the letter. All traces of tears had vanished from the withered cheeks. Mrs. Stevens and her son once more were united for the Yuletide Season. This time there would be no parting. THROUGH IT ALL By Newty McLean There was no sky spangled with stars. Not a comet came forth from the inky heavens. Everything highly resembled a frightening pit. Sleet-like bits of broken glass swarmed to earth. An old lady, feeble and cold, had been caught in the first storm of the year, and on her way home from comforting a sick friend, the wind and sleet caught up with her. Now she pulled the thin wrap about her in a Vain attempt to keep out the howling wind which was lashing her frail body like a dozen whips. Her fingers, numb and pur- ple with the frost, clutched a faded blue shawl about her gray head. She stumbled blindly on, but the down pour beat against her tired limbs and caused her to stumble. Struggling to keep her breath, which was being sucked from her lungs by the violence of the wind, she tried to continue on her way. The wind now roared like a wild animal unable to bring defeat on its prey. Then the old lady fell. 'The game was won. A huddled little heap of kindness, understanding, and sympathy lay pillowed in the cold snow. Blankets of down fell to cover her stiffening body. Her race was over. Somebody's mother had gone on. Someone was left mourning that night. PEOPLE OF THE POTATO DIRT by Sophie Hughes Maine potato dirt has a smell all its own -clean, wholesome, and rough. I say Maine potato dirt because I have smelled no other. The odor at once brings to you its people. not Maine senators, engineers, They are or artists. They are the people who know no one else does. They know it Maine as ashome, the place where they work, sweat but laugh. They are not richg neither are they poor. The potato dirt keeps them from both extremes. That family makes quite a story, with the father. . . kind, boastful, hospitable, telling mlore stories of jacking deer out out of season than one could imagine. His wife is a good cook, friendly, and one of those people of whom they say, She used to be a very pretty girl when she was young. 'The two daughters? They are nat- ural, generous, and pretty if you observe them closely. The son is a farm boy of about ten fthe baby of the familyl, who admires his father so much that he has grown to be an exact copy of him. But the household is not complete without old Albert, the hired man. He is a joker full of white wine and old pranks. But the wine is only 35 cents at the state liquor store. The oldest daughter is married but still lives with her family because this is 1942 A HOME ECONOMICS and her husband is in the army. The youngest girl is boistrons and rough. 'She is the perfect target for old Albert's pranks, sueh as the night he was hiding behind a tree when she and her boy friend were dating. Later Albert brought 011 quite a laugh when he told the conversation that went on between them. Did you ask what they thought about the war? lVell. they hate the Germans and the Japs. and oh, how they'd love to get a chance to kill old Hitler. The father is ready to give his services ifit comes t0 that. Oc-easionally they can even make a joke out of war. They think the pototo crop mo1'e important. Hut war conditions have had their effect on the family. A month ago the oldest girl left for the city to get a job as sten- ographer. She wrote toher mother and sister and told them they should take that 4-hanee of getting loose from that dead dump baek home. So the mother, tired of housework after twenty-two years of it, packed and pressed best clothes for a week and she and the youngest daughter took a train to the city and a chance to have a little vacation and earn a little money as they called it. CLASS, MISS ROXVE. lnstruetor Even old Albert caught the defense work fever and set out on foot for the big money towns. The father and boy are left alone in the farmhouse, As night comes a sad lonesomeness creeps over them, and they read the one small letter from their family telling them t,hey've arrived' safely, all have good jobs, and sending them their love. But in the man's mind are two ques- tions, What's important enought to make a man hurry and work so hard all his life? What have I gained? The boy's mind was filled with future hard-working plans that make----The People of the Potato Dirt. ttfontinned from page 283 CAMIOLA Camiola shrugged as though the Care- less movement would throw off all her suffering and turned her bark to the mountain. Then she saw a hat-a large, broad-brimmed. soft hat -Dave's hat'--the one he'd worn that fateful night. Nobody wanted itg but to her what a me1no1'inm of IZ'2LVe it would be. So. she took it, folded it carefully and placed it within her pocket- bookff-her large one, the one Dr. Fehling laughingly called the overnight bag, and 45 FUTURE FARMERS- OF AMERICA returned to her room. Camiola went to bed early that night, with Dave's hat under her pillow. and for the first, time in fifteen years the tears flowed and soothed the dull dead ache in her heart. Oh, Dave. she whispered, I was always ready to make up: but you were rich and I was not, and I was proud and you were so far away. Oh, Dave, Dave, darling Dave. For hours she lay awake, the Camiola of the past living again in the darkness, until at last she fell asleep through sheer ex- haustion, but not to sleep-to dream, a strange, wonderful dream - - - or was it a dream? Dave came and spoke. Camiola darling, he said, I have something to tell you- it's quite impossible for my soul to rest unless you know. There are literally millions of things l want to say. but I haven't the time now. I've always loved you-always. All during these long, lonesome years I've loved you. Oh, l tried to forget, but some- how I eouldn't, Just as somehow my pride wouldn't let ,me beg your forgiveness. Sometimes when things got really bad, my longing for you and home was almost unbearable-I'd get a furlough and come back. Colne back to wander through the house and over the land. living again the happy hours we'd spent: planning again the wonderful things we'd planned. I even used to wear my old civilian cause they blended better with my thoughts. But you must have this-we are so much alike, 4-lothes be- guessed all really and my last trip home, Camiola. I made a will. Things in Europg were bad. I felt it was only a matt- er of time until we were involved too. If anything happened to me. I wanted my things to go to the right people. I put it in that old broad-brimmed hat--you know the'one, and how l used to carry things in it-intending to file it later. but that night I was suddenly recalled to camp. and the whole thing slipped my mind until a few days ago-just before my accident. I've got to go now, Camiola, but I will be waiting for you. lts in my hat, don't forget. my time is getting short. On The first streaks of dawn were steal- ing in the window when Famiola awaken- ed with a start, What, an odd drexn! The hat! Feverishly she began to examine it and there, tucked inside the leather which lines the crown was The Last Will and Testament of David B. Robert. Camiola had the will filed. It had been ,- MANUAL TRAINING CLASS correctly made only two years previously so the witnesses were easily found. Everyone was happy. Money had been left to Dr. Fehling for a. hospital: some to l'rot'essor Vtfeeder for a library: the church was given a sum of money and a portion of his land: and the distant relatives re- ceived the expected legacies. Moreover, to Miss Uamiola Brown. in memory of the love l bore her and shall bare her all my life, l leave my home, with all its furnish- ings, garden and farm land. So, the money was refunded to all the would-be-purchasers of the Roberts' heir- looms, and one day Uamiola entered the Roberts' mansion as its mistress. Of course. the t0wn's people are mysti- fied over t'amiola's discovery of the will in the first place. but we know, d0n't we, how she found it. THE FIGHTING AMERICAN By Phyllis Hardy As long as I live. l'll remember him standing there. I never knew his name, but to me he was the symbol of all America today--- a fighting America. Yes, of course. he was a soldier. He was a soldier going somewhere -somewhere into a hell of bursting bombs and whining 47 bullets. If he was afraid, he didn't show it. There was courage in every line of his young face. and there was determination, too. to end this task as quickly as possible. No. he was no coward, this next door neighbor of yours and mine. He knew what he was in for, and he was trained and prepared to meet any emergency. If his eyes misted a little as he kissed his loved ones, we can forgive him, can't we? He was only a boy. remember-a boy pushed by the demands of the world into a 1nan's position. He accepted the chall- enge gladly and proudly. He'll carry the torch of liberty into the far-off battlefields: and if he dies, he'll do it uobly and honor- ably. It.'s a great thing to die for a country like America. Our hats are off to you, Fighting American. Y0u're our guiding star that will lead us, inevitably, to victory and to peace once more. Mrs. Wood was interviewing Ruth Car- ter who was applying forthe position of maid. Mrs. Wood: Ruth, do you have to be called in the morning? Ruth, hopefully: Well, ma'an1, not unless you need me. AERONAUTIUS CLASS, MR. lVlefVlIl.l.AN. Instructor THE FATEFUL SHOT tCont.inued from page 5423 Someone in the doorway scornfully said. Don't shoot until you see the whites of her eyes John! Peggy and John turned toward the door. Reed Calton stood there with a dark and suspicious gaze. He said. Go on and shoot her, John. He turned his eyes to Peggy. Girls always get shot or halfvshot when they go to young men's apartments. lJon't you know that? Peggy swiftly ran across the room to Reed and tucked her arm in his. You silly kid, she laughed, but there was a sharpness in her voice. Just a few mom- ents and I shall be a little white and hands were visibly stood. Peggy didn't finished. Her fave was drawn and her small trembling. John under- want Reed to be angry or jealous at her being with him, She didn't want to hurt him. for she loved him too much. This is the only place that we could practice. she said. Our house is being used for a party. so we just had to rome here. Then her eyes pleaded with .Iohn's to act, decently, for she sensed his extreme dislike for Reed. f'alton said, Hurry it up so we can have our lunvheon date. Peg. l'm starved. The natural color flooded hack to her cheeks as she said, O, and they re- sumed their routine. When they were ready to go, Reed said grimly. You be sure. Mr. John Parker, that you use blanks in that pistol tonight. No, replied John, annoyed at such a stupid remark. l'll use the real thing. You know, if l really shoot Peggy, or just miss- ed her hair, it would be much more real- istic. Ycu'll admit that our dance needs life added to it. You said so. very emphatically, just the other night. t'l'm not joking. Parker. You use the real thing. and l'll see to it that you never piactice law in this state. That was all Reed said. For a. second time .lohn was back at Southhampton in the orchard of the Cal- ton's Estate. Reed Valton and Mary Law- rence were just beyond a thick clump of lilac bushes in full bloom. They didn't know that .Iolm had heard everything they said. Mary had sobbed. You aren't going to mar1'y me after all the promises that you made? John remembered that Reed had laughed ironirally. Honestly, Mary, did you ever think for a moment that I would? You are just an incurably romantic kid who had to be fed a lot of talk about love. Mary had cut him off shanply, I ought to kill you, Reed Calton! I ought to kill you! The past faded away quickly and John saw only Peggy's clear, brown eyes, and soft, red llps. If ever Reed treats Peggy like that, I'll certainly kill hlm, thought John. Peggy said, For heaven's sake, Reed, do you think that after dancing my toes to the bones to help put John through coll- ege, l'm going to land him in jail? I wouldn't put it past him, exclaimed Reed. Hlncidently, my table is right next to the stage. Suppose a shot should go wild and hit me-a real shot. Peggy cried,. That will do, you two bull dogs, after John had advised Reed to come in steel armor. Reed Calton laughed sardonically. 'He was so sure of Peggy's love that he was gloatlng inwardly and outwardly at John's futile love. John sensed it. After Reed and Peggy had left, John drank enough to be slightly unsteady. That night, Peggy looked at him plainly worried. She sensed that John was incap- able of ordinary control, because of his drinking. The lights in the ballroom dimmed sud- denly. The music began its slow beatg only a spotlight rplaying upon the dancers kept the room from being completely dark. John, tall, strong, and very handsome in a black satin gypsy garb and Peggy in white satin with jewel studded, white, satin pumps, made a very fascinating com- binatlon. All at once, John saw Reed Calton seat- ed at a table close by with Mary Lawrence. the girl that he had seen at Southhampton with Reed. The tempo of the dance increased. John whirled Peggy gracefully, brought her body very close to his, and could feel his heart pounding as they neared the climax of their dance. He then kissed her fiercely and -sent her spinning across the stage as he whipped out the revolver and fired quickly. Instantly, confusion reigned. John stood dazed and Peggy was rising to her feet, terror written all over her beautiful feat- ures. They had both seen Reed Calton crumple to the floor, covered with sploches 49 of red. ' V ' 'Peggy urged John to escape before the police arrived, but he only held out his hand to hold her tight. Had he heard right? Was this a dream or had Peggy called him her own? Peggy, you love me he asked. You love me, and not Reed? She nodded, tears slipping beneath her long, dark lashes. He held her tight- ly for a brief moment and then hurriedly made his way to Reed Calton's table. People were jammed around with horror and morbid fear written on their faces. There seemed to be blood every- where. Someone shouted, shoving the crowd back, Give the man air. Then uproarious laughter stormed the room, spreading like wildfire. Then a young man shouted, Well, for heavens sake, how do you like that? So he was shot, was he? 'That black haired girl got angry, the one he was with, and threw a. glass of tomato juice. When he tried to duck it, he slipped, fell, and hit his head against the table's edge. Peggy said breathlessly, John, did you hear what he said? A nod from John assured her that he had seen and heard all. He grinned and turned just in time to see Reed Calton rising to his feet, wiping tomato juice off his expensive suit. Mary, with colorless face, was watching news- paper reporters and photographers com- plete their work and run for the exits. It would make, John thought, very juicy headlines. '5Playboy 'Given Juicy Bath By Society Girl. Also the story of how Reed Calton was believed at first to be shot by John Parker during his dance routine with Peggy Stazpleton, who, everyone thought, was Calton's fiancee, would make good news. Later, Peggy told John how just that afternoon she had broken her engage- ment to Reed 'Calton and that she pre- ferred to stay single, if she couldn't have the one that she wanted. Peggy was saying gently, Just think, if this hadn't happened, we might have gone on for years not knowing the diff- erence. Then they were out in the night, lin the noisy, celebrating crowds. Snow and confetti whirled about them and lay, in shimmering flakes and innumerable discs of color, on their heads and shoulders. It was midnight and bells were ringing, horns blowing, whistles screaming. As they stood there, facing a New Year, they melted as one, into a single shadow. That, said John, laughing, is a fine old custom. An inspired tradition is still living. He held out his arms, and Peggy went into them smiling, just as an old man came shuffling by, his face wreath- ed in smiles, as he croaked, Happy New Year! B. V. L. MY FRIEND, SKIPPER By Louena Merrithew ,Dear Skipper with your floppy eairs, sorrowful, liquid yes, and inquisitive, damp nose! How did I know that out of such canine conglomeration you'were the only dog for me? Was it the way you wagged your stubby tail? Or the ticklish feeling of your little rough, pink tongue on my palm? ridiculous you. Any- Perhaps it was that adorably expression one black eye gave way the moment I saw you--all arguments resigned-I knew I must have you for my own. How proud I was the first time you carr- ied in the morning paper! And I can see you now tugging Daddy's slippers down the hall stairs--step by step. What better com- panion than you for a long Sunday after- noon's strool through November woods or across browned fields on a warm racing Indian summex-'s day? Remember the pond and the old flat-bottomed dory we used to 50 white-wash every spring? You sat so straight and still in the prow pretending you were pilot as we put to sea. I re- member particularly the cattalls growing around this pond to which you were so allergic. 'Could it have been their name? Anyway, whenever you got within smelling distance of them, 'you would growl and bare your teeth in the most ferocious manner. Your first snow storm was quite a novelty. You weren't a bit afraid but tried to catch all the flakes at once. And how awkward you looked trying to walk across the ice. Coasting down steep, snow-crusted hills, was, really, more your style. So Skipper, my friend, you've just got to get well, and then we'll do all the familiar things together again. But best of all, we'll enter upon those glorious new adventures which await us in the near future. lSILEN'CE Silence is something to wonder about. It is a dense blanket which enfolds every- one. At n-ight its wondrous arms stretch over all the world, engulfing everything as does the darkness. Flowers, beautiful flowers, flourish in silence. Our lost but not forgotten heroes rest 'in silence. At times when we are alone, it almost over- whelms us, and our thoughts wander. We are sad. We are smiling. To me silence is the most expressive form of beauty in all the world. Someday, let us pray, that our country will rest again in peace and silence. Marjorie Watson. E F FRANCES ANN GATES July 14, 1925-November 4, 1940 We, the Class of 1943 of Houlton High School, pay humble tribute to the memory of a former classmate. A real friend and a consciencious student-these were only two of the many fine characteristics that Frances Ann Cates possessed. In leaving us so early in her Sophomore year, she left the most precious treasure of all-beautiful memories. 51 -Q Verse MOMENTS By Louena Merrlthew Have you ever lain beneath an August sun And dreamed of dreams that cannot be, Or marked the silver grayness of a gull Caught between blue-white sky and blue- green sea? Have you walked barefooted on a sandy shore, Then raced against the wind in pure delight, Or breathless with sorrow watched the rose-gold west Slowly enveloped by the clouds of night? JUST BITS By Mary Stantlal He's mine, He's just a dog, But not just that to meg To me he's still another one To love. It ll t l You smile, Your eyes are deep, They mock, they say you lie, Your lips may smile, but in your heart I find No guile. It It It If Can I As life goes on, As days grow long and dark, Forget the happy carefree days of youth? Not I. LIFE By Ardlth Smith Life is wonderful, Life is grand, So do not make it Just a sham. Be not content To let yours be A counterfeit Or unworthy. Make it wonderful, Make it grand, And live ft always bike a man. For a man wholholds His ideals high And dares to llve Will dare to die. AENEAS' VISION By +PhyIIu Hardy In sleep before Aeneas' eyes The ghost of Hector appears To bid him sadly to leave Troy In a flood of bitter tears. Escape the flames, O goddess born, 'The enemy hold our wall. Take flight at once! ,Do not delay, For Troy will surely fall! Troy bids you take her sacred rites To distant friendly lands. Her customs, beliefs, her culture fine Await your lagging hands. So heed my Warning, goddess born. 'To your duty be loyal and true. Betray not our trust! Keep our faith! Troy's future rests with you! SHE LAUGHS By Sophie Hughes A broad smile with no expression Covered her weary face. To most it meant happiness, To me only a disguise. It hid a soul unfinished .... One part there, the other undiscovered. And how could a soul be happy When half is gone? She was alone, t-ired of jokingg Watlng for something that never happened. There was no sincere, faithful, encouraging friend- Just crowds. 4And what good are they?J What good is a crowd when you're up, But to look up with a thousand cheers? fWhat good is' a crowd's cheer?J What good is a crowd when you're down, But to look down with a million sneers? fWhat good is a crowd's sneer?j 52 ' She went up with that smile, They cheered! She went down, smilingg They sneered! And disappeared. And when the crowds had gone, That smile Went with them. And when the smile had gone, She found a friend, she had a soul, And now . . . She laughs. FIRST THINGS By Louena Merrlthew There is enchantment in first things, Which being oft repeated never seem to hold Quite that same quality of newness and excitement, That touch of magic - beauty yet untold. There is enchantment in first things, Which like a. strain of music or a word Becoming familiar, loses undiscovered sweetnessf The first spring pussy-willows, softly furred, The new, green sprouts of future daffodils, The first white-silent snowstorm of the year, The first warm day which bodes approach- ing spring, That thrilling moment when at last you hear The robin's song and see a flash of orange- red, The first faint, gray-gold mists of dawn, The pale, frail loveliness of evening's star, The first leaves scattered on an autumn lawn, All these contain a certain wisp of mystery Akin to everything that knows the joy of wings: Shortlived, yet living long ln memory-- Oh, there's enchantment in the dear, first things! 53 MEMORY By Phyllls Hardy Like the silent shadows drifting With their slanting-sudden shifting Sailing out across the moon Like an old forgotten tune Seems so long ago and very far Like the vision of a star, Still it comes,--forgotten, burning, Memory of you, returning. REVELATIONS By Mary Louise Jenkins A lazy river crawls snake-like along With its waters rippling in a. familiar song, 'The moon above casts a bright golden gleam In a streak of color that lightens the stream. It seems like a message from One great To tell the people that all is not hate, To show them the way to walk ever right In love, in faith, and in God's sight. Dark shadows rise from a bunch of trees, 'The wind whistles softly through their leaves, A cottage for two is perched on a hill, All around is peace, serene, and still. Then a sound shatters the stillness of night, The quiet scene, and the yellow moonlight The sound of planes and the march of feet Brings to this country sorrow and defeat. But courage remains in this conquered place, Even though heartbreak it has to face, And may it and all countries in this world A flag of liberty and freedom unfurl. Litt... SNOOKIE By James Brown Four white feet A little white nose Just as neat And white as snow. Sleeps all day And roams all night Tha.t's Snookie's way Of living right. Humor THE PAOET . When I fell in love with Anna Station, Poetic thoughts without hesitation Rushed to my lips for recitation. So I thought her fatal fascination Had provided the proper inspiration For a poem-a real sensation. But that was optimistic anticipation, For to my heartfelt mortlfication When the moment came for my declaration Instead of the flowery oration To bring the desired glorification Roses are red Violets are blue Was the very best that I could do. Ardith 'Smith MY ERROR I shot an arrow into the air. It fell to earth I knew not where. Soon I heard some terrible swearing, And knew it had struck the hat Sis was wearing. CAMEL I went for a 'ride on a camel, A brute with four large feet. Riding a jeep ain't no picnic, But it sure beats those four huge feet. Leona Crafts HUMOR The best tale I've heard of in years ls the donkey who kicks and who rears, But his error of course Was in kicking a horseg Now his tail sticks out of his ears. Mary Stantial LIMERIOKS There was a young fellow named Red, VVho could lick anyone so he said, But he made a mistake When he said it to Jake, Now he has eyes in the back of his head. Mary Stantial There was a young man named Gene, Who had not one cent in his jeans. He went to the city, And, oh! T'was a pity, For there he lost his blue jeans. Bill Hodgins Who thought herself rather a martyrg With P. Blther at her side She lengthened her stride, Alas, went the strings of her garter- There was a young girl named Carter There once was a kitten named Mitten, Who loved apple pie it is written: The pie which he sought Once proved much too hot Now in pain in the corner he's slttln! Patricia Russell THE FARMER'S LAMENT My razorback strolled down the track A week ago today: Your 29 came down the line And snuffed his life away You can't blame me - the hog, you see, Slipped through a cattle gateg So kindly pen a check of ten, The debt to liquidate. ...iii- THE BANGOR and AR'O0STOOK'S ANSWER ' Old 29 came down the l-lne And killed your hog we know, But razorbacks on railroad tracks Quite often meet with woe. Therefore, my friend, we cannot send The check for which you pineg Just plant the dead: place o'er his head: Here lies a foolish swlne. Gareth Noyes A POET? If you're poetically inclined, Then try to read my little rhymes And see if you can guess What's in my mind! LOVE Love is a thing That can't be defined: It's when a guy says Will you be mine? And you, all flustered Like an old wet hen, Act like a drip From a fountain pen. A WOMAN A woman is made of powder and paint, And she has the aspect of a saint: As she grows older she loses her grace, And in many instances, also her face: Her object in life is to catch a man: Her outstanding ambition: to improve her pan. A C-OMSPLEX PROBLEM Girls are stout, girls are lean, But the stouter the girl, The more she is seen. So, if you are stout TAKE HEED! Now don't lie down in resignation, You must remove this inclination, For Mother Nature had not intended To have your fun so soon suspended. Exercise and a daily diet, You must admit, you have to try it. To hope for success you must be firm, And from your duties do not squirm, Or you'll be left out in the cold, When 'it comes to getting a Romeo. Mary Maloney Jokes U Mr. lSharp: Do you know that in some parts of Africa a man doesn't know his wife until he marries her? Mr. McMillan: Why single out Africa? ll S 1 if Duane Lambert fcalling his dad's officel Hello, who is this? Mr. Lambert: frecognizing son's voicel The smartest man in the world. Duane: Pardon me, I got the wrong num- ber. 1 It i ll Teacher: Mr, S-tewart, spell straight. Stewey spelled the word correctly. Teacher: What does it mean? Stewey: Without gingeralef' i ll if ll Miss Kennard: Mr, Chadwick, what color is ebon? Mr. Chadwick: fthinking of Eben Curriel Red. ll t It It At the beginning of the school year a stu- dent rapped on the door of room 19 and inquired, Is St. Peter in here? Miss Moody: inew in schooll Are you kidding? 5 t ll It During school lunches when the conversa- tion had turned to rationing, Mrs. Howe was heard to say: Did someone say that ice cream was frozen? flt usually is, Mrs. Howe., il O 0 ll Buzz Gardiner: Cin classj How long should a business letter be, Mr. Gidney? Gidney: fSlylyJ Of adequate length. 55 Jean: What has 'Clark Gable got that you haven't got? Buzz: Plenty, But I've got mine here. Ii U ll ll Bus Driver: You were a little high last night, were you not? Dick Niles: Why no what makes you ask? Bus Driver: Well, I noticed that you got up and gave your seat to a lady when you were the only two in the bus. 1 1 I 1 Jack Smart hitchhiking to Grand Lake hoped to get a rise out of a farmer hoeing in a field and called: Hey, Rube, did you see a wagon-load of monkeys go by here? No replied the farmer. t'Did you fall off? ll lk lr 1 Jimmy Brown: fas they drove along a lonely roadl You look lovelier to me every minute. Do you know what that is a sign of? Eloise: Sure, You're about to run out of gas. tr I lk lk Bill Hodgins: Hello there! I want to know where I can get hold of Miss Moody? Jim Chadwick: I don't know. She's aw- fully ticklish. fl It Ill ll Bud Berry: I say, Jim, your girl looked quite tempting in that sort of Biblical gown she was wearing last night. Jim Mc'Partland: What do you mean, 'Biblical gown? Bud: Oh,, you know. Sort of lo and be- hold! Mother: Where did all those empty bott- les come from, Leo? Leo: Search me, I never bought an empty bottle in my life. lk ll lk lk Suspicious mother: Where were you all last evening? Bob Callnan: I was over to Tom Baker's. Mother: 'Yes! And I suppose that is bak- ing powder sprinkled all over your should- ers. fl If lk it Phyllis Callnan was walking with her best young man. Would you like to see where I was vaccinated? she asked coolngly. Bob replied: Indeed I would! Phyl: It was in that hospital, she pointed carefully across the street. Kay Kinney after asking for permission to speak to Alice Crawford was observed to be whispering to Lois Hovey as well. Teacher: Are there two Alices here? Kay: Well, er--, her middle name is Alice. lk If Ill it Caller: Is the head of the house home? Little Jimmie Peabody: No sir. There's nobody home but Dad and me. lk Ill it Q Doreen Larson: 'Do you think that late hours are bad for one? Verne Byers: Sure, but they're great for two. ll ll 1 K As you see, nobody ever pinned anything on me since I was a baby. Al Madigan Buy War Bonds and Stamps Are you living on Bond Street? If you aren't, you should be for every true American citizen owes it to his country to buy war 'bonds and stamps every week. Now that wages are so high, there is no reason whatsoever why every working man, woman, and child should not buy at least one ten-cent stamp every week. The more stamps you buy now, the quicker the war will be won. And the quicker this war is over, the less it will take on the battle front over there. Everyone knows the cost of war. Money for materials can be foundg it is the obligation of every citizen to contribute all he can. Everybody also knows that lives cannot be replaced nor paid for in money-they can only be protected by your dollars. Don't throw away the lives of these men and women who are fighting to save and defend you and America. Help them to make our country safe for democracy. Your bonds today will assure victory 1 tomorrow . 56 IIIUAIIIIIIIIIIIIII Iii ,I E M MMM Bm LME N Em Q Mn, M Gm Comp FF IR F Hou I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I ! I 5 I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I A I I I I I I I 0 Jackson -White Studio Class Photographer 1943 .al PORTLAND MAINE Adequate Lighting! Look Around! 9 Is your home, office, or store illuminated with glareless, shadowless, eye-comfort lighting? Let us help solve your lighting problems. 9 ' Houlton Water Company ioioioilvioioioi 10301011 2031 1010301 3 mini 2 ifxioievioloioiz sioioioioi ii ri vi ri: 1 1 mio: 301011 1 10111031 rI1x14r14x11r11m:4r11ri1x11s14o:a ioioiaricrioioiojoioiojfrja sjojozozoia-1010101010101 Q-nzoqsozvqpuzuioiojcnioioza ozmioioioiojojojoioic poi: cu xc: 1 venous? ! 1 Q Q I 1 Q ! ! Q 9 0 I 5 5 : 9 E Q 5 ! I Sf. i 1 i 1 Q 1 1 i Aroostook Potato Products, Inc. S T A R C H Dial 2406 P. O. Box 591 HOULTON, MAINE Compliments of Houlton Grange Store GW M142 53 GREEN STREET HOULTON MAINE q:uxn:ninab13 1 in: 1 241 1111: 1 1 1 1 1 2 14 ini 142 1 Cixi :ri 1 iricixinimiwinia poi' 'Q Taggett SL Gartley Clothing for the Whole Family MARKET SQUARE HOU LTON J. C. Penney Co., Inc. The Home of Values Everything in Wearing Apparel for Every Member of the Family Furnishings for the Home The Penney Way is the Thrifty Way- The Thrifty Way is the American Way J. C. Penney Co., Inc. rjoqauiojojoiuze 2 2 2 l 2 2 2 .3 2 1 101 1 it 2 I 19131211 I 3 1 1 14101 201111212101 ioioio:oio11ri1x11xio1 1 112 1 1:1 I 2 1111: 2111121111311 GOOD NEWS For All Our Student Friends and Their Parents You'll be better satisfied with our lovely dresses, suits, coats, hosiery, purses, bags, handkerchiefs, and fine acces- sories than you've ever been before. For high, durable quality at economical prices, make Browne's your stopping place. J. A. Browne 81 Co. 53 Main Street Houlton, Maine bcinioioioi 3 ri 1 31 11113 1 20: 1 si rcs 3131111111 1 1 riuioioq Almon H. Fogg Company .Hardware and Sporting Goods HOULTON, MAINE 21,31 ri01o11xioj1njojoj1rio:1r11x11r11mp1x11r11x:1rja:1:1n11w111011920 0:0 D1 110101010101 0:4 110101 pojojoioioioiojf .i JOHNS - MANVILLE Blown Rock Wool Home Insulation We Have Applied This Famous Material in Hundreds of Aroostook Homes and Public Buidings flncluding the Longfellow School in Houltonj Estimates for Guaranteed Work Without Obligation Just Call - - GEO. A. HALL CCD. DIAL 3380 The First National Bank OF HOULTON URGE ALL TO BUY War Savings Bonds and Stamps MEMBER FEDERAL DEPOSIT INSURANCE CORPORATION mini!rioiniuilliuilliui bit1inIoioioioioioillilmioioioioioioi viuinioinia ini: 1010101014 1010101 xicxiojoicxioiojanioioiozfozo riojoioiojnioa 101010101011 bi 51010101014 if I Z livin? Z in Z 1 101 2121 2011 10101 510101 The New England Starch Co 0:0 FRANKLIN STREET HOULTON, MAINE International Fertilizers - - your best buy for quality and crop-producing power this year, as they have been for over thirty years. International Minerals SL Chemical Corporation Formerly International Agricultural Corporation Houlton, Maine 0 rico! xioioioiojoie zuiozoioioiozm 1 1 in 1 1 1 in :ni zu 111 ia 2 1 1 71111 if if 1 'Q p1rZo1011rj1rjo1o14vjoio1oi1r14r1cr1criar:1xt4nq0:0 o1oin14v11v:o1ari4x:o11n14vio14r1cn11r11n1ojcnj1 ozovioiojoioioje Compliments of PUTNAM BROTHERS. COMPANY www We thank you, Houlton High Students, for your patronage at the Houlton and Temple Theatres We sincerely hope you will enjoy many more happy hours in our theatres during the coming year. THE MANAGEMENT ninimxiuioinioiui 10103:ri:ifni:vioxxuiuzuioiuioiox :ui-xc ini: o 1 1 2:1 1: 2 1 10:01 0,0 1:14 vas-1101010101011 I-1 4 wvp Q ,1,,101n10:014f:o:o14n1 1 'Jbojcnjo1oj4vj4rjo1o11x:oj4r14v1arj1sio14n1unjoc 1o:oi4r1o:0:o1o11 U tzozozoxoqvfv o:ovio1o:o:01o1o1o:4 C. B. ESTERS Merchant Tailor V Dry Cleaning and Pressing Special Rates to Students Compliments of John Watson Co., Inc. 0 HOULTON FORT FAIRFIELD 04 o 'Q 11014101 1010103 1 1015101 Zoioioioioioltiioiabic Keep Fit for National Defense With SPORTS EQUIPMENT ' from DAKIN'S Bicycles - - Photographic Equipment Athletic Goods - - Repair Service BANGOR, MAINE Jlflilliken JVlemorial Hospital ISLAND FALLS TEL. 32 n11nj1rj1vi1n11x:1ri1ri1ri1w14o:o CLYDE I- SWETT, M. .D. AVICE K. WEBB, Superintendent Q11 D1 We Have the Finest Dry Cleaning Service Science Offers Today at 10 per cent Less Than Ordinary Cleaning Positively ODORLESS Monite Insured Moth-Proof Cleaning Process Vivid Beauty of Original 'Colors Restored Houlton Tailoring Co. MAIN STREET 1 1 1111111 1 :111r1u11111111:1 1 11111101 11:14 101111111 Lair: Dunn Furniture Company Interior Decorating Service Cash or Budget Plan 75 MAIN STREET Dial 2246 Donald Dunn Funeral Home 11 PARK STREET Dial 4103 o 'o'11x:o1o1o1o1o1o1 1 1 1111111111 sn 1 ri rio: 11 ,..1..,..,...g. ve 6 0 ,aio 101011 10101011 10101011 1101 901011 xioiojojoif 01010101011 1:01 101014 014 0:01 U ! ! ! l I 3 Q ! 2 1 l ! l 3 5 Q C mpliments of Plywood Corporation 9 S J. ANTWORTH 9010111112 3 1 1 3 11111r1u1n101o1uw2nwio1014 iozoioioioioioioi A G R I C O The Nation's Leading Fertilizer MANUFACTURED BY The American Agricultural Chemical Co. Office: 50 Main Street, Houlton, Maine Dial 2642 njoj014ri1xi010i014x1011nj4n:1n14s:1r14vj0j4x11x11rj1o:o 1010106 nzoqvfo 110101011 oo virricricvimxicrivirimrirsiavixrifrilxic Compliments of MGLAUGHLIN CLEANERS Compliments of Mrs. Alice Barnard Teacher of all types of dancing Private Studio at 17 Franklin St. Classes held at Northland Hotel riozaxiojozoxarzoiozojoioioxcrxoia 1011 I l l l l l l l I I Q I l I I l ! I ! I I I I I I I I I I Compliments of Esso Service Station Dial 2411 - - Houlton, Maine DEAD RIVER OIL C0- Agency Compliments of Border Patrol O 1 11010: vjoixriaxiojrxioixrjoimviargoicxirrjarxlozo 111110101 101014 nzozariozfrioiarzojoioioxoioioiq ozlot Compliments of Houlton Farms Dairy Automatic Bottling PASTEURIZED MILK Dial 3170 Alan H. Clark ri1vi1r11v21vi1vZ1ni1vi11 v11ni1vi1xi1vZ1v1cvi1v11vZ1vZ1v11 vinininjoiai rio: nic D011 311301014 101 1010101 102 E. J. BITHER Wholesale Confectionery Construction Work 484' 47 Bangor St. Houlton in 3 1011viuqpninnxoiniuiuioiui rio -ninic in 24 1 30102011 ioiojnioi The Brass Rail Bangor's Finest Restaurant Air and Sound Conditioned 202 Exchange St. Bangor Maine rimxinixuiuiuiuioioioi 1 14 LEE BROTHERS Horses, Harnesses, Collars and Blankets 16 Military Street HOU LTON, - . - MAINE io2o1o101o2oi4rcboioioi 111 l Z 2 1 1 ioioinioiuillinioicritlll INC-RAI-lAlVl'S HOULTON, MAINE I 32 2 2 6 L PARTS FOR ALL CARS TRUCKS AND TRACTORS SHOP SERVICE I io: ri sioioiuioiozm 10301 'U nzoioiarioioiojcrjoioifniarioioir 1101019141:-91:11 rzcxzeriarzcrjoxnznzozoxozexzenioxoaa' ozow:s1o:4r:o14njoj4r14n14x:01cvi1ni1v1o:oicri1r1cx:4s1o14xjc itviwviiririxlilrilvimvi :init iczfrvqnnrilvcbcvcbfvzrvas 11111 ri 2 fini: Compliments of Donald F. Ellis OPTOMETRIST 9 Masonic Building oi 3 11:1 ioioiuioioioioi Window Shades Made To Order Venetian Blinds 9 I-loulton Furniture Company 71011 rioicsioiojoioxocpoioioisni 011 nicvioioiojoicxiirjoiojmnianicxxmriexil' 103031 1 vcnoioqpoioclroioifvif M. B. McKay B. H. Brown Geo- S. Gentle Go. General Insurance Aroostook's Oldest Agency We specialize in all types of Insurance. Your Automobile is a liability unless insured. Don't risk your right to drive by ignoring' the State's Motor Vehicle Law. Dial 2341 Masonic Bldg- Houlton, Me. nnicnifrlricriavicricninianlninjd Compliments of Cedric S. Osgood and Neil R. Lambert uiojojojoicvzcnjoiojoiojoifefp Bowl at HUD'S and Skate at the Roller Rink for Health and Keep Physically Fit Compliments of Dr. W. B. Ruben if ioioioioie 1 is in 1:12014 x1o:oio1o1ar141io1oi1rifr:4r:4x11x:as14:jo14r:1rjfri1 0101011 nzojoioioicrinxifriojarifxioicnjanic Helen Niles Beauty Salon PERMANENTS A SPECIALTY J' Tel. Green Block 2946 Houlton, Me. The Power of Suggestion When you see the word INSURANCE, you can't help thinking of F. A. Peabody Co. Insurance Specialists i l i l i E l l I C ! l l l ! I l l l i l l l l vzoioiojoioif I g: rd vicrifrifrioioicrixvioie 10:4 10:0 When in Need of Flowers for ANY and ALL Occasions .Dial 2041 Sa,m's Florist Shop Riverside Street Sam Boutilier, Houlton 102010101 li r1ui01 ri 101 Diokison's Cash Market Meats, Groceries, and Fruit Free Delivery Dial 2942 Popcorn A Specialty xozcrzcrzxinzcvzerzzwgcazerzcnznzc rinir rioioioioiojoioioiozojoif 110101010 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 Compliments of J. J. Newberry Co. 2523 ni 1 ri 24 11 ioioifvioioioji Compliments of MoGluskey Coal and Wood 21:30 :inc 9:0 boiuiozojoioieniojozfrzoiojanic riozanjojojoiozozoicrzoiojc rioioioioioioioia 31 14 101 in S Bither's Select Shop Ladies' Coats, Suits and Dresses Next to Temple Theatre Dial 2685 Heywood Cafe Exclusive Dining Delicious Steak Dinners Our Specialty CYRIL HOGAN Court Street Houlton i4li0ZoioZoi0inic ini 10201020 xiojoiojcxiojojoierjojoioicrioi i nioiojoiojoioim b:o:o1o:o1ozu:o1o14x:4x:ojo:o1o1c Compliments of Bennett's Woman's Wear Shop Ladies' and Misses' Coats, Suits, Dresses, and Acces- sories for Every Occasion Times Bldg. Court Street ioioioifrioifnioioicviavioii The I. G. A- Store Meats and Groceries Hallett-McKeen Company 70 Main St. Houlton, Maine x10201o101o11 1011 Odorless Cleaning Our up-to-date service in- sures thorough cleaning and the original freshness of your fabrics. Expert Handling And Finishing 3-Hour Service TRY US! New York Tailoring Go. Dial 2476 Houlton, Maine A Watch or any other gift from PERRY'S will not only please the graduate but be a pleasant reminder of the giver for years to come viniozol 1011 ioioioioioioioic J. R. HARVEY C0- GENERAL INSURANCE REAL ESTATE T 64 Main St. Houlton Robinsoifs Ioe Cream Bar Good Eats and Drinks -Al B 8m A BUS STATION bitrtoioioit xiozojozozozozoiozozozozozo sind l l l l i l l E I ,l 13020201 twin: 31 I' 201020 Meadow Farm Pure Jersey Milk and Cream Albert E. Mooers Sold at Riley's Market Served at Robinson's 1110101 ri mini 1 1111113011 Petroleum Products Inc. Distributors TEXACO PETROLEUM PRODUCTS GASOLINE-MOTOR OILS FUEL OIL - KEROSENE FUELITE COOKING GAS 1evin1oi4r1u1oiu:o1 30103 vioxx: SMITH E. DOW Auto and Truck Supplies Garage Equipment RADIOS, Supplies and Service Fire Extinguishers and Refills 2 Business Necessities l i Dial 3197 Houlton, Maine l l l E Uilii illil i0Q 7l01lll0l0l0Q 2 l Q Student's Clothes I for Q . 4 Graduation i I SUITS, All Colors and Styles I 318.50 S22-50 325.00 I SHOES, Black, Tan, White 2 33.95 34.45 355.00 Q STUDENTS' DISCOUNT I We give all students a 1095 2 discount Mail Orders Filled 2 Haskell dz Curthell E Tel. 140 Dover-Foxcroft I rjavioiaricxjcnioiojoioioioiasiozoc 0:09011 F 2 Q Q s 2 I 0 9.6 Compliments of Ting1ey's Bakery 10:0i0i0i0i0i020! 102010 Compliments of Munro's West End Drug Store 20202011 1010101 sioioioioioim n10:010101 rifvioiojoiojen10:o10:014x10j0:cx11x1cx101011x1014s14x101014 0. M- Doyle Fruit and Produce Where QUALITY, HONESTY, and PRICE Rule 101 101 114 i020i0102010i0 Compliments of New York Life Insurance Co. C. W. Harmon Special Agent Dial 2653 Houlton, Maine v101010:0:010:0:oj010i1x1014o:o i 1101014 6 li1ll15lIl1Ill'Pl4!14!11ll!llllil itll! After High School What ? ? ? Why not Attend Rioker Junior College Courses in Liberal Arts, Engineering, Secretarial Science, Business Administration, Pre-Agricul- ture, Pre-Medical, Pre-Dent- al, and Pre-Nursing, Radio and Blueprint Reading. Special Courses for Post Graduate Students Rate for Day Students 5250 Including Cost of Books and Fees For Further Information Inquire ROY M. HAYES, Principal Compliments of Collegiate Cap and Gown Company 366 Fifth Avenue New York City riojojcrioiojfriojoiaxioicxjaxixxioiqrifri if Q... l l I l ! l l l I l I I l ! llllitlillllillililllililitll Clayton F. MoGary Funeral Home 26 Columbia St. Personal Attention Always Ambulance Service Dial 2385 BRYANTS .Jewelers of Bangor Maine's Finer Store for Diamonds, Watches and Silver for nearly 50 years Budget Terms Arranged 46 MAIN ST. 510,01 o' 110100500 Macmillan RINGFREE Oil ESSO GAS Washing - Polishing - Waxing Jiffy Tire Repairing The Nason Station Dial 3452 Houltfm Compliments of A. N. Hoyt Crane Stokers PLUMBING and HEATING CONTRACTORS oil if 11 if ioioioioioioioi Frank Sinoook g Wallpaper and Millinery I ioioioioioicxioioicxia 1021111 xjoioioioioiojozf 914 Grant St Daigle Meats, Fish, and Groceries Agents for Amoco Motor Oils Dial Houlton 2763 Presque Isle 2-4801 our 11:1 1:1 1 111 1:1 1 C Compliments of Army and Navy Store 1101 niavjoiojoiojarjoiojojoiwzv riojoc joioioioiojoioioiozoia 4:10 lluioloioioicri 20101 101 li lil 3024 it ioioioioioioioioioiol 0 0 Compliments of A' L. LUN N McCormick-Deering Farm Equipment Compliments of Soott's Art Novelty Shop 11 Court Street Houlton, Maine picrin:-:3uio1oiu1mx31m1oi1 11 Famous Shoe Store Enna Jettick Shoes for Women W. L. Douglas Shoes for Men Other Shoes 51.49 Up Corner Main and Water Streets Houlton Maine rimnioiojojoioioioioi rzoioioiojoioia 501011 vioxx Quia 6 l l Compliments of l Aaron A. Putnam I B. Mills - Hats Ladies' and Children's Specialty Shop Court Street Dial 2177 ! l J. H. MoPartland cit Sons Q Plumbing and Heating Electric Oil Burners 19 Water St. Houlton, Me. Phone 2483 e0QOQ0l0Qlll0ll ll1101011ll1l14ll0l1li1Dllll5l1!ilBllbl1bl1'Dl1D1lbl0l1iI1D.01 I r l Huggafd S , J. K- McKay 00. l Upholstering 2 Chevrolet Quality Furniture 2 Conservation Service Upholstering at I Reasonable Prices 2 oz. Work called for and delivered l F kl. St H It M l 66 Bangor St. . o , e. , ran In Ou H Houlton Dial 3421 7 I1 2 Ivey S LH Ch Charles Hayward All Home Cooked Light Lunches and Company Order Cooking Confectionery, Tobacco, Ice Cream WHOLESALE GROCERS Every Meal a Pleasant Memory St. GO0I'ge Canned Goods Bangor St- Houlton, Me. Special Tables for Ladies Open All Night 2 Bangor and Houlton 'pifxianioioimxiuxioizwioioioic 1011 3 Compliments of i Spau1ding's Lodge Compliments of 77 Court Street g Paul J ackins l Carl A. Spaulding, 0. D. OPTOMETRIST nioiaricxjcxjcrjojoicxicxjevjoicuioicniojoicniaxjanjfozo xicricvicrjoniaricxjeni o 'Q .C 10.0101010131 510101011 s14v:1r11r1mr14ni4r11xicr14ri4sim Compliments of A Friend aiu: rio: 3010102 is 1 1011 Stephensoirs Tobacco Store Everything for the Smoker Barnes Law Office GEORGE B. BARNES Houlton FRANCIS BARNES Fort Fairfield fini:11,ie111nz:1:1iiivjasxojoienzcnicxianiaxifxiozsrzasgirjojcvzmxifnzaxjerzvrq Q miojojoioxoiojojojc Compliments of Robert M. Lawlis uioisvioioioioiqricrioioioi M c I L R 0 Y ' S Compliments of McI1roy's Shop Millinery and Accessories PAJAMAS - SLIPS Court St. Dial 3266 Millar Block 024 ioioioiuimrioioixrioioi Compliments of Houlton Truck Express Furniture Movers Contract Carriers Throughout the State of Maine .Dial 2051 aioicrisvioioimxiozcxioioioicric 0:0 nc 9010501014 101010 0 0.014 Madigan dz Pierce ixvixixxrvimvifqmnimnirrifrixi The Linen Shop Gifts-Greeting Cards Linens for Every Occasion Putnam-Ervin Arcade Houlton Compliments of P. L. B. Ebbett, M. D. George H. Ebbett, M. D. rioioioioi vi 101 21030 viuiojojoioioiozojoi rjoi4xio:o1o1oqr:o14x:oi0jo11 bo1o101o1mnjcxjojcx11x14r:4rio14nj1n1cxi4si1x1oicrj4x1c E 1402: Compliments of Roland H- I-lovey n2o11rio1oio34r14nioi1nio2oi Compliments of Sigrid E. Tompkins ATTORNEY-AT-LAW 0101 bioioioioicnioioioitri Distributors of GOLDEN GLORY and VICTOR FLOURS Aroostook Wholesale Grocery Co. rirniaxjcnicicsiexiaszcwicrjxrjevznjcvzvjczcic rjoioioiojojoioiod 1011 lit l ! l l I l i l i l ! boierjozoioiozojojojoin Q ! 1 92 Q! :si ms 'Pi Hi Hn Q ! 1 Ladies' and Gents' Tailor. Remodeling - - Fur Work Dyeing Cleaning Pressing 68 Main Street Houlton, Me. Dial 3286 uioioioioicrioiozoicxioioi Compliments of Doherty Sz Brown ATTORNEYS-AT-LAW Compliments of LARRY'S Aroostook Auto Supplies fFormer Gofkauf's Associate Storel Doiozojoic,ir1:491014xioicrioioozoicvqpoiarjexjcxjcrjoioifxioicxifnifrilrixbd U vioioioiojoiojoioioiojc Compliments of Caro1ine's Dress Shop Water Street Houlton, Me. We carry a full line of Fresh Groceries Knox Bros. Only 100 Feet from Main St. Mechanic Street 10103 xioifrioicxioioioioin A good Place to Buy Your Footwear At Reasonable Prices Boston Shoe Store Houlton, Maine aioioicxioixriuioioioii 301014 O 2110.0 rjo1u1o1ojo14 1011111 1101010101011 101011 Compliments of Crafts dt Stevens Barber Shop and Beauty Parlor Dial 3524 yxoimlogw iozuxoioi sz 1 vi Compliments of MoC1uskey Coal and Wood Compliments of Etseovitz Motor Co. Houlton, Maine n11x:oi1vj1r1o1o1oi1x:n11rj1vZoj1x1 0101 10201011 rintoioiuioi 11010111 vioioioi Hello! Everybody in Houlton High School-I would like to meet all the students Market Square Shoe Repair Shop. Harry L. Hill Compliments of A Friend Compliments of The Petite Cafe Market Square x:1o:s x11n1o11 nic: 11x1o11nj1xj1ui010j1nj1 90:4 oy vioioioioiotoiois 11101011 Compliments of Robert H. Williams 30102011 301 sin: xi: 1 102 Compliments of J. A. Donovan, M. D. Compliments of L. C. 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Young DENTIST oioifxiuioiznicsicvioioioixri Dr. Cheney VETERINARY SURGEON Compliments of J. S. Peabody John Deere Farm Machinery ! 'ini v:o:o1o:o41njojojo1o1ojo:4 1101010101024 10101 j1vj0i01ojo1oioioio11 514 :ini rioioioioioimrioinioif 1010: rioioioic 11 io: ximxinioioioioioioia 20101011 Bringing Boston to Your Front Door Overnight Service Between BOSTON and AROOSTOOK O'Donne11's Express 7 Kendall St. Dial 2425 Compliments of Gallnann Bros Manufacturers of XXXX Brand Fertilizers Office and Factory at C. P. R. Station trivioirimi iris: 1 anim W. R. Yerxa Lumber Mill Long and Short Lumber and House Finish Tel. 2955 EXPERT RADIO REPAIR .Dial 2785 Be11's Radio Service Refrigerators Washers Radios Convenient Terms 'xiwxioioioioioioicxixlitbioi Compliments of Fitzpatrick's Farm Dairy Dial 3327 1213114 2 2131111101111 :oi Massey-Harris Farm Machinery SALES and SERVICE Walter C. Varney DEALER Dial 2021 11101 1034 1011-1 11111103 131:11 5 in 'Q Compliments of Atherton's Harness Shop sioioinilrtnioii it it 20201 Compliments of Arohibelds' Law Office James P. Archibald Z 103011 Z 130101014 2011110 Unless You Trade With OSGOOD The Jeweler We Both Lose rioioicxicxjoioiojojojoicxicxi :ic 110101014 ri rioiojoiuiojoioznim MeIntyre's Barber Shop BEST IN TOWN Cheerful Service M. S. McIntyre, Prop- ioioioi inifriwrioioioioii. Riley's Market Meats, Groceries, And Fresh Fish a Specialty Dial 2206 ni xinioiuinioioicxioioieri Compliments of Walter A. Cowan ATTORNEY-AT-LAW 2 1 i i s 2 5 10:4 vioioiozozoioic 1105014 xicnie 3 rioioioioi rioioi 11 1 2 1010102024 1051 inioioioioioiojoioi ii M. J. FINESON Q H CLCDUGH'S I Box 277 Bangor, Maine !! 2 ll ll I Representing Men's and Boys' Clothing 2 And Furnishings 2 Loren Murchison 2 l O. Q sr C 5 l Class Rings, Pins, Medals l Trophies 2 Houlton, Maine ! Announcements Diplomas E Market Square Dial 2787 i Nouce, Please 5 -- 1 l Without these advertising friends, there would never be a 2 North Star, except at 33.00 or 34.00 per copy. Q Note who they are-and are not-and patronize those who are 2 represented. Nearly every business in Houlton has been asked to advertise, so we feel that we have in these pages a select group of people. The best way for you to show your appreciation is to repay them fby your business! The Editors. nag' njcsioiojoioioiojoioia D014 lioioioioioluia 0:03 Houlton Savings , Bank Member Federal Deposit Insurance Corporation Every Facility of a Mutual Savings Bank Nathaniel Tompkins, Pres. L. H. Baker, Treasurer 34 imxioicxiaxzoiaxioioioioioc Dial 2251 For - - Quality, Service, Price Meats, Groceries, Fruits .al Anderson Bros. 65 High St. Houlton x1o1o1o11x1o1o1oi1rj1r:1n1ojcx:1x:4rj1r11r11x:o:4:1x11r1 vioioiojoifrjoiavjojvxioifrjcximrjarioqbsnie -101014 1 l l l ! l l l l l l l i i l l l l Q l l l l l l l l l Dluioiqjqpj ii ii ii ,130 I Nason Sz McLaughlin 2 I l Mouldings -- Finish Doors and Windows Made to Order Houton, Maine Dial 2311 1' 1 Q r Q asv I O Free Catalog An Institution Of 'Character gy and Distinction C. H. HUSSON, Principal Q 4 1 Qs: IR4 b10ll11Oi1lil1!Z1vZ1lilic bitli1 Northland Hotel Compliments and Good Wishes Northland Hotel, Incorporated ALBERIC MERCIER, Mgr. I101lII4Ii1 l24ll0l1ll1D11D.1DIOI1Dl1DlCDl1i11D11I.Olll1i-4Dl0C Houlton Pioneer Times Oldest and Largest Newspaper in Northern Maine l Read the Weekly School Page For all news of your activities - Fine Printing of Every Description i Oflice Supplies I 23 Court St. HOULTON Dial 331 1