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

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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

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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.

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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.