North Haven High School - Pilot Yearbook (North Haven, ME)

Text from Pages 1 - 72 of the 1969 volume:

Txxm THE PILOT 1969 NORTH HAVEN HIGH SCHOOL NORTH HAVEN, MAINE DEDICATIO We the students of North Haven High School respectfully dedicate this issue of the PILOT to . . . IRA C. CURTIS . . . who spent many years directing the High School Band for the betterment of the community. 3111 Hlvmnriam Inuinr M. Smith 1951-1555 Eligahrth A. Waterman 1551-1554 Uhr Snminrn nt' Nnrth 31-Iamm Fliigh Svrhnnl hehiratv thin gvarhnnk in mvmnrg nt' Elnuizr till. Smith aah Eligahvth A. Waterman, tum ilvar frivnhn aah frllnm rlamamatrn Left to Right: Anthony S. Bok, William C. Webber, Jr. John R. Mason, and Ross M. Kolhonen. MR. ANTHONY S. BOK, PRINCIPAL Spanish and English, Advisor to: Pilot, Spanish Club, and Student Council. Attended Lawrence University, Appleton, Wisconsin, B.A. Universidad de Zaragoza, Zaragoza, Spain - Certificate of Hispanic Studies. MR. WILLIAM C. WEBBER, JR. Science 7 and 8, Biology, Physics, General Math l, Algebra Il, and Bookkeeping. Attended: Farmington State Teacher's Col- lege, and University of Maine. B.S. in Education. MR. JOHN R. MASON English, Social Studies, Algebra I, and Typing. B.A., Reed College, Portland, Oregon. MR. ROSS M. KOLHONEN Civics, American History, World Geography, Math 7 and 8, Basketball Coach, and Athletic Director. B.A., Colby College, Waterville, Maine. LINDA THAYER Pilot Board 1, 2, 3, 4 Student Council 3, 4 Student Council President 4 Girl,s State 3 Chess Club President 1 Art Class 3 Domestic Exchange 4 Softball 3, 4 Class President 2 Class Vice President 1, 4 Class Secretary 3 JEFF QUINN Pilot Board 1, 2, 3, 4 Editor 3 Student Council 3, 4 Domestic Exchange 4 Basketball 1, 2, 3, 4 League All-Star Basketball Team 4 Volleyball 4 Weight Lifting 1 School Play 2 Class President 1, 4 Class Vice President 3 Class Secretary 2 JUDY SMITH Pilot Board 2, 3, 4 Student Council 3, 4 Student Council Secretary 4 D.A.R. Representative 4 Chess Club 1 Domestic Exchange 4 Chorus 1, 2, 4 Band 1 School Play 2, 4 Volleyball 4 Class President 3 Class Vice President 2 Class Secretary 1, 4 JUNIOR CLASS - Robert Sprague, Harold Cooper, Judi Brown, Frank Demmons, Ralph Beverage, Donna Greenlaw, Marie Demmons, and James Hopkins. SOPHOMORE CLASS - Seated: Debby Thayer, Bev Curtis, Jo Curtis, and Faye Howard. Standing: Paul Beverage, Jan Smith, Stan Smith, and Arthur Hopkins. FRESHMEN - Seated: Brenda Greenlaw, Becky Cooper, and Doris Waterman. Standing: Raymond Thayer, Sarah Hurd, Timmy Tomer, and Raoul Tomer. EIGHTH GRADE - Lynn Smith, Clinton Demmons, and Delbert Howard. Absent: Tommy Waterman. T' SEVENTH GRADE - Seated: Marilyn Grant, Doreen Brown, Kathy Stone, and Caroline Shields. Standing: Kenny Demmons, Timmy Cooper, and Paul Waterman. CHORUS - Left to Right: Becky Cooper, Marie Demmons, Jo Curtis, Debby Thayer, Bev Curtis, Sarah Hurd, Doreen Brown, Kathy Stone, Lynn Smith, Doris Waterman, Jan Smith, Donna Greenlaw, Judi Brown, and Judy Smith. Seated: Faye Howard. PILOT STAFF - Seated: Donna Greenlaw, Jo Curtis, Marie Demmons CBusiness Managerj, Jan Smith, James Hopkins CEditorD, Judi Brown tLiterary Editorb, Sarah Hurd. Standing: Jeff Quinn, Linda Thayer, Frank Demmons, Mr. Bok CAdvisorJ, Judy Smith, Harold Cooper. Not shown: Beverly Curtis, and Debby Thayer. STUDENT COUNCIL - Seated: Debby Thayer, Sarah Hurd, Judy Smith CSecretaryJ, Linda Thayer CPresidentJ, Doris Waterman, Kathy Stone. Standing: Delbert Howard, Stan Smith, Harold Cooper, Jeff Quinn, Donna Greenlaw, and Mr. Bok. BURDOCK STAFF - Standing: Stan Smith, Paul Beverage, Art Hopkins, Debby Thayer, Jan Smith, Mr. Bok, and Faye Howard. Seated: Bev Curtis CCo-Editorj, and Jo Curtis fCo-EditorJ. SPANISH CLUB - Marie Demmons, Jan Smith, Debby Thayer, Jo Curtis, Mr. Bok CAdvisorJ, Robert Sprague, Bev Curtis, Donna Greenlaw, and Judi Brown. WV' CAST AND CREW - Left to Right: Elviry Maxwell, Blossom Maxwell, Jupe Maxwell, Meg Adams, Zeke Dawson, Ellie May Stewart, Harvey Adams, Mr. Mason QDirectorJ, Judy Smith fPrompterJ, Pliney Runner, and Harold Cooper iStage Managerj. NHILLBILLY HIGH JlNKS It's the old looking up in the air gag. 'f iii B A S K E . T B A L L Standing: Delbert Howard, Paul Beverage, Mr. Kolhonen CCoachD, Clint Demmons, and Stan Smith. Kneeling: Robert Sprague, Harold Cooper, Jeff Quinn CCaptainJ, and Frank Demmons. BOYS BASKETBALL Basketball this year, like all other years, was a lot of fun, although we won only five games. We lacked experience and substitutes which always put us at a disadvantage. But we had a little better luck this year. We want to thank our coach, Mr. Kolhonen, for the fine job he did this season. We appreciate his work in scheduling many games and getting new fiber- glass backboards and other equipment. Opposing Team North Haven Deer Isle 45 Stonington 90 Rockland Freshmen 51 Vinalhaven 92 Coburn Classical 59 Stonington 90 Deer Isle 46 Bristol 87 Vinalhaven 91 Oakfield 87 Danforth 1 16 Oakfield 76 Danforth 73 Coburn Classical 85 Bristol 91 Islesboro 60 Christian 95 Christian 105 Jackman 52 Allagash 60 AVERAGE PER GAME Jeff Frank Harold Bob Others 20.84 19.44 11.90 7.20 .80 Standing: Becky Cooper, Caroline Shields, Marilyn Grant, Debby Thayer, and Mr. Kolhonen. Kneeling: Marie Demmons, Donna Greenlaw, Jo Curtis, Doris Waterman, Sarah Hurd, Brenda Greenlaw, Judi Brown, and Bev Curtis. GIRLS BASKETBALL This year we girls won three games, one game better than last season. We must either be improving or the other teams are getting much worse! Hopefully itls not the latter. At this rate, in about five years we'll win every game. As always, our motto is, we'll get 'em next year. And next year since we aren't losing even one member of our squad, our motto may come true. Perhaps this year's improvement was due to a definite improvement in coaching over the other years. This season Mr. Kolhonen was our coach. We are very grateful to him for putting up with us, and all of the many games he scheduled. Our only wish is that we could have repaid him by winning a few more games. Maybe Jo Judi Marie Sarah Donna next year . . . Roving Forward Roving Guard Guard Guard Forward Marilyn Bev Debby Doris Becky Caroline Guard Averaging I0 or more points a game: Judi Brown Jo Curtis Forward Forward Guard Guard Forward VINALHAVEN LIGHT and C0mDlimCI1fS POWER COMPANY Vinalhaven, Maine of The Town Of Vinalhaven 0 F educatlon or w1ll seek employment after graduatlon Mame s expandlng and dlverslfylng lndustry Wlll provlde you Wlth opportunlty entral anne MAINE is an the MAHGH wherheg you are' going on to higher C M . wq 7 JOKES My resolution this yearj, said Becky to the other girls during recess, is never to repeat gossip. So from now on, please listen carefully the first time. Pk Pk Pk Pk Pk Mr. Bok to James: How do you spell Hmelancholyv? James: Same as everyone else. Pk Pk Pk Pk Pk I believe you have the wrong number, said Jan into the phone. You'll have to call the weather bureau for that information. Who was that?,' Mark asked. Some guy wanting to know if the coast was clear. Pk Pk Pk Pk Pk Faye to Sarah: I was all right until I tangled up in his love beads. Pk Pk Pk Pk Pk Arthur: So what makes you think your mother is trying to get rid of you? Stan: Every day this week she wrapped my lunch in a road map. Pk Pk Pk Pk Pk Robert: I won't say that my teachers are cruel, but I had to take weight-lifting lessons to carry all the books they gave me. Pk Pk Pk Pk Pk Chaperone - one who would never make the team, but is still in there inter- cepting passes. Pk Pk Pk Pk Pk Principal Tony Bok told the N.H.H.S. School Board that if he notices the student girls' hemline only once, he doesn't worry. But if I catch myself looking twice then I feel I'd better call her in. If you have to look three times, a board member, Paul Quinn said, don't call her, call me. Pk Pk Pk Pk Pk Raoul: I wish I had a nickel for every girl I kissed. Stan: What would you do? Buy a pack of gum? Pk Pk Pk Pk Pk Robert: Do you belong to the stomach club? Judy: No. Robert: Then hand over your belly button. Pk Pk Pk Pk Pk Linda: I thought I asked you not to tell Mom and Dad what time I got home last night. Debby: I didn't. I just said I was too busy getting breakfast to look at the clock. TELEVISION HIGHLIGHTS Ralph Beverage - Farmers Report Judy Smith - Bewitched Jeff Quinn-Top Cat Donna Greenlaw - Joseph Benti James Hopkins - Bronco Lane Marie Demmons - Dale Evans Harold Cooper-Gomer Pyle U.S.M.C. Linda Thayer-The Dating Game Frank Demmons - Jonathan Winters Judi Brown-The Mod Squad Robert Sprague-Tommy Smothers Jo Curtis-Spider Man Paul Beverage - Family Affair Beverly Curtis-Love is a Many Splendored Thing Arthur Hopkins - Gentle Ben Janice Smith-Super Chicken Stanley Smith - Charlie Chan Deborah Thayer - Jeopardy Timmy Tomer-The Good Guy Faye Howard-The Flying Nun Raoul Tomer-The Avenger Sarah Hurd- Road Runner Becky Cooper - Carol Burnett Brenda Greenlaw - Batgirl Raymond Thayer-Atom Ant Doris Waterman-Love of Life The Teachers-The Generation Gap Mr. Bok - Captain Kangaroo Mr. Kolhonen-Skippy the Bush Kangaroo Mr. Webber-King Kong Mr. Mason-The Outsider Mr. Bunford - Liberace Mr. Bailey--Rocky and his Friends Room l --The Untamed World Room 2-This is the Life Room 3 -Big Time Wrestling Period 2 CLab.J-Another World Activity - Romper Room Civics-Girl Talk American History-What's it all about World? Recess - The Happening Biology - Day of Discovery Chorus - Mission: Impossible! 12:00 Noon--Report on Famine Pilot Board--Funny You Should Ask! Burdock-News, Weather, Sports Student Council-Let's Talk it Over! 2:15 -Death Valley Days School Board-The Laugh-In Report Card Day-Herald of Truth North Haven High School-Just For Kids! Jr. High School-To Catch a Thief Girls Basketball Team-Super 6 Boys Basketball Team - The Herculoids', The Bush-Wild Kingdom DESCRIPTIVE SONGS Jeff - On the Road Again Linda - Love Child Judy -- Mrs. Robinson Marie -- Love is Blue Frank - Strawberry Fields Forever .ludi - Light My Fire Donna - Lady Willpower Bob - Born to be Wild Harold - Classical Gas Ralph -When I'm Sixty-four James - I Feel Free Faye - Strange Brew Janice - You Keep Me Hanging On Paul - Daydream Arthur - Rocky Raccoon Stanley -- Why Donlt We Do It In The Road? .Io -- Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds Beverly -- Georgie Girl Sarah - Skinny Legs Debbie - Little Ray of Sunshine Raoul - Hurdy Gurdy Man Raymond - Different Drum Timmy - Sunshine Superman Brenda -- Sounds of Silence Becky - Sexy Sadie Doris - Mother's Little Helper Girls Linda Becky Judy Josephine Becky Linda Debby Judi J anice Marie Josephine Linda Janice WHO'S WHO Best dressed Gabbiest Biggest Flirt Best Athlete School Pest Best Dancer Most Inquisitive Wittiest Most Studious Most Fun to be With Most Humorous Most likely to Succeed Most Polite INITIALS J.Q. - Jokes Quickly J.S. -L Jet .Stream L.T. - Little Tease J.B. -Jaw Breaker D.G. - Dangerous Girl M.D J.H. 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Look At Those Legs! lex Appeal At N.H.I-l.S. This Is Destructive? Beware Of Bobby! !! Isn't Your Skirt A Little Too Short, Miss 44? The Odd-Dod Squad. A Smile In Civics? lt Won't Come Down!!! I Missed Again . . . LITERARY THE DEPARTURE by Janice Smith '71 It was bleak, cold, and dark - late on this winter's day. The snow was drifting into small mountains throughout the fields. Only in the small wooded area between twoof these fields was it possible to find shelter from the howling wind and blinding snow. But even there it was cold and breezy. The only warmth on this day and night was close to one's kitchen stove or fireplace. Here were to be found most of the young and old members in the rural town of Bickington, for on a night like this no one thought of leaving the warmth of a fire even to pick up a new book or magazine to read. That is, most people wouldn't leave. ln the Madison household a fight was in progress, which was not an unusual thing in this family of five. The twins, Allan and Bobby, 7 years old, were sitting quietly on the rug before the hearth trying to build a miniature log cabin, but they were unable to concentrate on building when they heard some of the things their father was saying to and about their older sister, Jaime. Jaime Madison, one of the more likable and prettier girls of this small commun- ity, was sixteen. She was defiant and anxious to be living a life of her own. She thought her parents unfair and unreasonable. After all, why sh0uldn't she go to the dances and parties? Why sh0uldn't she be able to date boys and even go steady with one? Other girls her age Cand youngerj had been granted these privileges. She wasn't different from the other girls. Why should she have to suffer through all those em- barrassing excuses and situations? All this because her parents were old fashioned when it came to the proper way for a 'Lyoung ladyw to act and grow up. lt's Hell on Earth, thought Jaime. That was the trouble with rural commun- ities like Bickington: it was almost impossible for some of the older generation to accept new ideas and the changes of this present-day society. There must be some way for her to make her parents recognize this and listen to her views for a change. But the right chance hadnit come until tonight. The argument with her father had developed from what Jaime had hoped would be a nice family discussion where both sides could get a broader understanding of each other's feelings. Lloyd Madison was so set in his ways that even if he wanted to be reasonable he couldn't, because his foolish pride wouldn't let him admit his many mistakes. He hoped to discourage Jaime by his constant arguments, but she could not be moved. Alright then, Jaime was saying, I will leave. With that she ran up to her room and hastily began to pack. 'fl wonder if they'll really let me walk out like this, she was thinking to herself. lt may be the only way I'll ever be free of this crazy life. If they try to stop me, I wonit be anywhere - they still won't let me do what I want. But what if they do let me leave? I suppose it would mean theyive given up and don't want me any more . . . Lloyd retired to his easy-chair in front of the fireplace after Jaime ran upstairs. 'fDear, I do wish you wouldn't speak that way to Jaime, said Mrs. Madison, returning from putting the twins to bed. Seating herself on the sofa to the right of him, she picked up her knitting. You're not going to allow her to leave in this storm, are you? Silence. Lloyd? I think it might teach her a lesson if we did. Maybe take some of that fool- ishness out of her head. Anyway, where could she go? Across to the barn? It's too cold to walk anywhere else, replied Lloyd slowly. She sat there knitting. It was useless to try to reason with her husband. Nothing could change his mind. And so it was that Jaime Madison left home that stormy night: flashlight in one hand, and an old black suitcase bound with a piece of rope in the other. The icy wind pierced through her clothing and she was already beginning to regret this escape before going twenty yards. The snow was blowing in her face as she waded through the knee-deep snow. Still, she kept going on - past the barn, through the fields Ca shortcut to the main roadslg step after step after step, until she was nearly exhausted. Looking ahead, she noticed that small wooded area which separated the field she was now in with the one her father used for the horses. lt took all of her energy but at last she made it. Sitting on her suitcase beneath one of the larger trees, she said aloud, I can never go back. No, not as long as I live. It was her pride that was speaking. She then thought of the many times she played alone in this tiny forest when she was younger - not so long ago, really. She smiled to herself and then drifted off to that world of her own . . . It was under this same tree that Lloyd Madison found his daughter the follow- ing afternoon - frozen to death. Above her head a thin ray of sunlight had melted a patch of snow on the tree. Deeply engraved in the bark was Jaime L. Madison? MEMORIES by Linda Thayer '69 Memories come skipping back Loud and sad Soft and pleasant. Treading cautiously on the edges of my mind Leaving only Fleeting glimpses Of things that once were. THE WAIT by Judi Brown '70 The bar was dark except for a few dull red lights over the uninviting door. There were in all, excluding the help, about twenty-five people there. Every now and then a boisterous shout would come from one of the half painted tables. The room was sultry and smelled of sweat. A short, middled-aged man entered the bar. He was wringing his hands as one would a wet towel. He was very pallid in spite of the red lights. Slowly he edged to a small table and sat down. He ordered a drink and shakily lit a cigarette. When his drink arrived he grabbed the waiter by his shirt, guzzled his drink and ordered the man to bring another. This drink he sipped nervously. The ice was hitting against the side of the glass. He couldn't seem to keep his hands still. An hour and twenty minutes had gone by. He was fondling the glass as a mother would a child. The ash tray was filled with butts which were now falling onto the table. The bar door opened and in walked a tall but overweight man. He had on a long black coat with a hat to match. His eyes were searching the room as though he was a cat looking for its prey. The short man at the table noticed the stranger approaching him. A pleading look came upon the short man's face. As the mysterious man reached the table he said, Are you Mr. Bolenski? Upon answering yes, the short man moved his chair back until the legs were up against the wall. The strange man came closer holding out his enormous hand and said, Congratulations, it's a boyll' A HIDDEN CHANGE by Debby Thayer '71 The evening was coming to a close. The last sunrays were escaping behind the building tops. A dark blue haze was silently covering the night air. No stars shone brightly, no moon cast its bright yellow face on the world. All was dark and quiet. Main Street was always busy at Christmas time. Most of the stores would be open later than usual. Tomorrow would be a holiday, a holiday of rejoicing for some, of sadness for others. Ann Baker was helping Mr. Marx close up the store for the night. It had been a long busy day, and Ann wasn't paying much attention to what she was doing. All she could think about was the Christmas tree at home and mostly of her own warm bed. Good-bye Ann, have a nice Christmas. No work tomorrow so get your rest. Be at work Friday morning around ten. Ann wished Mr. Marx well and left. The lights along Main Street were all on. The big Christmas tree in the park sparkled brightly with blinking lights, going on and off when their turn arrived. Ann walked slowly by, singing softly to herslf. Ann lived in an old apartment building with her mother on the other side of town. Since she had bought her mother an icebox for Christmas, she had to walk instead of taking the bus. The streets were lit up until about four blocks from her house. Ann had to put on a happy face for the people she passed on the sidewalks under the lights, but when she was in the dark she could let her mind wander without caring what people thought. With her back now to the last light, Ann continued on her way. To look at her, you wouldnit believe she was even old enough to be a teenager, yet she had her twenty-first birthday a month before. The appearance she gave was of a girl with pigtails from a farmyard, with short dungarees and a scrubbed glowing face. Ann's dress was now clinging to her petite form. A brisk wind had arisen and her long hair whipped against her rosy face. It was unusually cold, and so Ann trotted a little to keep warm. When Ann was two blocks from her house, she stopped to catch her breath. Now was as good a time as any to think things over. Ann then sat down on some nearby steps. With her head secured in the palms of her hands, she realized something that otherwise would have gone unnoticed to her. She was a person. Not just any person but a girl with a meaning in life. Her mother never really cared about her anyway. Ann could remember when she was little what it was like to go to bed and have her mother in the next room listening to the radio full blast. A little girl's mind does strange things when she believes that no one cares. Her mother always had the radio up, and so Ann's warped mind twisted the truth into fantasies. She believed and understood only what she wanted: that her mother never cared. The mother worked so hard for her little daughter that she became sick and couldn't work anymore. Ann was then forced to do her share. Her mind made her think that her mother was making her work so that there would be more money, when in reality she was sick because she cared too much for her daughter. Ann watched a car go speeding by on the slippery roads. She was now back from her dream but she knew that things would go on as they were. Ann stood up slowly, straightened her dress and walked toward her home. She was crying softly to herself. OLD MAN by Ralph Beverage '70 I-liee tee ee, come in and sit down, he said in a high pitched voice. Everything was quiet, his eyes worked us over and he picked up a match and fiddled with it. Putting the match down he looked up at the ceiling with a puzzled expression, and then looked, in a blank face, down to the floor and around the room. I cleared my throat. Nice day, isn't it? Ehh? he replied, a little louder. Nice day, isn't it? Ayair, tee ee. He showed a slight crude grin, and he looked up at the ceiling again in a puzzled manner. Uneven, stringy, grayish-white hair hung straight down to his shoulders. His glasses were high on his rather large nose, and his ears stood out in spite of his uncombed hair. His white unkempt whiskers looked crude surrounding his face. He made a couple of odd gurgling noises and looked out into space and back to the palm of his hand in which his other index finger was fumbling. The other room was almost completely dark except for what light rays came in around the window shades. He lived here all alone and hardly ever went outside, rarely was he seen in town. You got any raspberries to sell?w I said quite loudly. He ran his fingers through his hair, grinned slightly. No, too dry, tee ee. f'Well, we gotta go. We worked our way out. He came to the outside door, looked at us, and turned, and like an old lady he started to walk back. In a high feminine voice, we could hear him say, t'Ayair, come again, tee ee. We looked at each other and turned. The wind blew the old outside door to. JEALOUSY by Jo Curtis '71 Honey, I'm going to have a baby. This means you're going to have either a new little brother or sister. Isn't that going to be fun? Seven year old Penny stared at the pictureless television and acted as if she had not heard a word her mother had just said. She then turned to her mother and said, No, it's not going to be fun, and I don't want another person around. I like it with you and me and Daddy, why do we have to have someone else? Don't you like it the way it is now? Penny you stop talking like that. Daddy and I love you very much, but we would like as many children as possible. Besides, like I said, it will be fun, and you'll be able to help me - lotsf' I wonlt get near it,', Penny shouted. He'll have enough people crowded around him, staring, laughing and poking. Will it be a long time before the baby comes? About a month. Now l want you to stop being so selfish. You know that Daddy and l are always going to love and pay just as much attention to you as we always have. I don't care what you say, l already hate that baby! She ran out the door, slamming it shut. Penny walked down to the beach. lt was high tide and beautiful. There was a cove which she loved. The water was calm, the trees were a bright green and very slowly swayed back and forth. A sea gull swooped down to the surface of the sparkling water, and when it flew up in the air it had a fairly good-sized harbor pollock sticking out of its beak. Penny watched intently as the gull swallowed the pollock. It was very peaceful here, and a good place for Penny to think over the newly arisen crisis. She had to do something to get back at her mother. There were many things, but the best would be to run away, or just hide somewhere. The late afternoon sun warmed Penny's face as she thought. Why not here? Of course, right here in this field. Here she could be very near the ocean. She started to walk back to the house. Her father, whom she hadn't seen for a week and loved more than anyone else, should be home now. She ran, hoping maybe her dad had brought her something. When she got to the house Penny ran into the house with open arms. She kissed him excitedly and began to look through the bags on the couch. These are some things your grandmother sent down for the new baby. All the bags and boxes contained silly-looking suits, sweaters, hats, and little rattles. Stupid Grammie, Penny muttered and went off to her room to read comic books.. That week all the talk was about the new babyf' Penny's mother kept in- sisting how much fun it was going to be. Penny's father seemed excited and happy, Penny could not understand why. She thought her father loved her. Penny decided the next night she would go to the field. That night Penny was awakened by a commotion in her parents' room. Her bedroom door opened. Penny. Yes, Daddy. I'm taking your mother to the hospital. The baby is coming. Now you go back to sleep. l'll be back soon. When she woke up, the sun was streaming through her window. She hopped out of bed and scrambled down the stairs. Her father was sitting in a chair, his head buried in his hands, and his body was moving with queer little jerks. 'fDaddy? Penny asked questioningly. Her father quickly picked up his head. Penny - uh, I knew at first you didn't think you wanted another person around. Well, now you don't have to worry about that. Your little baby sister died this morning. She was just too small. She couldn't live in such a different world. Before he could say anymore she ran out of the house to hide her emotions. Bitter tears came as she ran through the wind in her field near the beach. The waves were pounding in. The tree branches were waving ferociously. I killed that baby, she said. 'fShe heard me say I didnit want her, and now Daddy is hurt - so very hurt. She must go back to her father, she loved him so. She must let him know how sorry she was, and her mother, she would try to make up for all the pain she had caused her. These thoughts were going through her mind as she ran across the road directly in the path of an oncoming car. She could make it, she had to, she was all her parents had left. She dived for the lawn. Car brakes squealed, and her father burst out of the door. He picked Penny up. She put her arms around his neck and squeezed. Her father trembled. AND THE BULLETS by Beverly Curtis '71 Around him the bullets were running wild in the dark, muddy, smelly rotting jungle. This was the first battle Bill had ever been in, and he was right in the middle of it. He was running too, running wildly to escape the bullets, to find cover, stumbling over dead and wounded bodies. As he ran past one bloody corpse he caught a glimpse of the face. lt was the only real friend he had made so far since he had been there. And he cursed the war. He hated the smell. The smell of sweat, fire, blood and death, and all around him the bullets were running wild. He thought of home: of the smell of roast beef, his mother and father, and brothers and sisters. How he wished he was in the comfort of his warm, clean home with his dog, lifelong friend at his feet. He cursed this vicious hell. There, in front of him was a tree, a good covering. Only a few more yards. He suddenly grabbed his stomach. His guts - someone had kicked him in the guts. Home . . . Mom and Dad . . . warm, clean home . . . Then he fell, never to look up again. And all around him the bullets were running wild. PASSING OF WINTER by Brenda Greenlaw '72 A snow flake drifts slowly to the ground The sky is thick with clouds of gray The wind is beginning to make a sound And so begins another stormy day. It's March, we think, it'll soon be gone This cold winter with its snow and ice Soon we will hear the robins song And the days will be pleasant and nice. The brown grass will turn to deep green The bare trees will bud and burst in bloom All around us Spring will make herself seen And gardens of crocus will blossom soon. We keep these thoughts on this Stormy day As again Winter turns on us in rage And we hope it will soon be sunny May So this long Winter will die of old age. THE BROKEN SILEN CE by Linda Thayer '69 A lazy breeze carried the distant sound of crickets through the darkening forest to the men. Suppose they attack, croaked a frightened boy, barely eighteen. Hushed voices tried to reassure him fearing the thought in their own minds. Jones! Byrd! Thomas! Get over to that tree stumpj, whispered the lieutenant. The dusty earth aroused by their movements was stifling and made throats dry and parched. Silence, awesome silence now filled the air. Snap! A dry twig snapped to their right! Did it come from the enemy or one of them? Everyone was keenly alert, and their nerves were on edge. Zingl The first shot had been fired by the enemy. uKill em'l Kill emi! Don't let 'em get us!!', cried the frightened boy pleadingly. His buddy roughly dragged him back under cover by his ankles. 'gQuick - get away from that stumplv shouted the lieutenant frantically to his men. Too late. A blast from the enemy had found its target, killing the unaware men. The enemy was now moving noisily through the dry underbrush. Their target and purpose was apparent. The lieutenant could plainly see he was fighting a losing battle. His men were too few in number to overpower the enemy, besides being too valuable to lose. He quietly gave the order to withdraw, go back to camp. The men followed his instructions with heavy hearts. Wearily they began to assemble for the long trudge back. Hungry for victory, once again they must return with only the bitter taste of defeat. Suddenly the distant firing stoppedg silence enveloped the forest once again. Through the sun's early rays a pale stream of smoke was drifting lazily up through the treetops. The enemy had completed their mission successfully. But this is only one vic- tory, chanted the boy as he trotted into the forest, for we will be on the victorious side the next time and the next and the next . . . THE WAIT by Donna Greenlaw ,70 Nancy Carter sat there very straight and rigid in the big chair which seemed much too large for her small frame. Her face was pale, almost grey, and completely expressionless. Her slate blue eyes stared straight ahead seeing nothing. It was evident she neither saw nor heard anything going on around her. She was seemingly in a state of shock. Only her hands moved as she twisted her fingers again and again. It seemed like hours she had been sitting there like this: her whole body cold from that awful fear that kept washing over her like a huge wave threatening to cut off her very breath. I must stop this, she thought, I can't go on this way. I must get a hold of myself. Oh God somehow I must keep my sanity and keep going. Slowly, with some effort, she pulled her rigid body up out of the chair. Her legs felt numb and useless as if they didn't belong to her, but slowly she began to walk. I canlt just sit there, she thought. 'fl must do something, even if I just walk back and forth. Maybe time will go by faster if l'm moving around. Dear God. Why? Why has this terrible thing happened to us? What have we done to deserve it? We have been so happy. Life has been almost perfect. Have we taken it all too much for granted? ls that why this has happened? She twisted her hands and paused by the window. A terrible desire to scream out her hurt at the world came over her. She pressed her hand hard against her mouth as if to keep it back. Maybe it is only a nightmare. Maybe I'll wake up and find it daylight and everything will be all right just like it always was. But no - Paul isn't here. They took him away in there behind thosetdoors. He didn't know me. Oh, heaven help me what is going to happen'?,' Mrs. Carter. She turned quickly at the sound of her name being spoken. Oh, Dr. Smith. ls he alright?', she cried, her eyes searching the doctor's face for some signs that would tell her what she wanted to know. Your husband is still alive, Mrs. Carter, but he is in a coma, Dr. Smith re- plied, laying his hand sympathetically on the distraught woman's arm. However, we think he has a fifty-fifty chance if we ,operate immediately. There are some signs of internal bleeding and it must be stopped or he will have no chance at all. An operation is his only chance of survival but we must have your permission before we can go ahead with it. Once again a wave of cold fear swept over Nancy. An operation, she thought, :for he won't live. Dear God, he must live! I can't go on without him! He must live or there is no life for either of usf' Slowly she turned to Dr. Smith. I love my husband, Doctor. Heis my whole life. Yes, if there is no other way to save his life, I give my permission for you to operate. He must have his chance to live for both our sakesf' HThank you, Mrs. Carter, replied Dr. Smith. Believe me, we will do all that is humanly possible to save your husband's life. Now, if you can, l think perhaps you should try to rest a little. I'll wait here. I can't rest, not now, she said. Just as you say. I'll go now and get things started. l'll let you know the results as soon as we know anything ourselves, he answered, and walked away toward the operating room. As the doors closed behind the Doctor, Nancy felt hot tears sting her eyes. f'Paul, she thought, dear Paul, have l done the right thing? What would you have said? They said you had no other chance for life. God be with those doctors. They have to make you live. With tears streaming down her cheeks she again forced her stiff legs to move and continued her endless pacing back and forth twisting and wringing her hands. Two hours passed. During those hours Nancy Carter relived the morning of her husband's fateful car accident that had put him on the operating table. Always she would see that policeman standing at her front door telling her that her husband had been badly injured in a car accident when his car was hit by a trailer truck at an inter- section. Over and over again she asked herself why - why had it been Paul? Mrs. Carter, dimly through a fog of fatigue and worry, heard her name being spoken. f'Mrs. Carter, are you all right? A nurse stood beside her. Yes, l'm all right. But Paul - do you know anything about Paul? 'fYes, I came to tell you, the nurse replied. L'Your husband survived the operation and the doctors believe he will live if there are no further complications. Thank God. FROM DEATH TO HOPE by Judi Brown '70 A year has gone And what has it left, War and poverty And Kennedy's death. Children are born But into what? A world of terror And heads being cut? ln sixty-eight Nothing was done, To stop the fighting ln North Vietnam. But in sixty-nine We hope to find, Peace and betterment For all mankind. LAST MORNING by Ralph Beverage '70 A slow coil of smoke came from the chimney of the small one room cabin. The rattlesnake was in hibernation, and ice sealed the streams. The wind whined softly through the trees, stirring the sharp scent of pine about the ridge. Every morning at 5:00 sharp, an old man with shaggy white whiskers, tall with a strong build, with his old double slung over his right shoulder would head out across the ridge, whistling freely as he went. His old double nearly always rang out, bringing down a fresh kill. The old mountaineer has lived here all his life. The cabin he built was a part of him, and his double he could call his own. When night came the lit-up cabin was alone in the big wilderness, and the man inside was smoking on his pipe by the warmth of the stove. A deep lonely feeling dwelled within him. His mother and father had deserted him, and his brother died of rattlesnake bite. One morning the trees were deathly stillg the air cold. A thick coat of snow cov- ered the small cabin. The grayish smoke stopped, the old man's whistling could not be heard on the ridge, the ring of his double didn't echo through the canyon. Today the ridge is silent, except occasionally as the snow sifts through the night air his whistling can faintly be heard in the breeze, and the ring of his double echoes at the crack of dawn. SOMETHING PRECIOUS by Judy Smith '69 As I strolled down the hill' the trees in front of me swayed to and fro, drawing me into their midst. The snow trickled down as I walked into the cluster of trees with the axe. Many thoughts went through my head as I was about to destroy something beautiful in many senses, something created by nature. The trees seemed to be talking to me, saying their lives were as precious as mine, but man was superior to all things except his creator. Should I cut it down for our Christmas tree or not? I could leave these trees and just decorate something else. Many things can be made beautiful with a few ornaments and lights . . . As I looked at one of the healthier trees in the cluster, I decided to go and leave life here the same. Christmas Sunday we decorated the tree bought from a store. It had been made by a factory. As I decorated it I felt proud, for I had not destroyed life. LIFE GOES ON . . by Debby Thayer '71 What am I doing here, why am I standing here, why, why, why'?,' This was Jim's reaction when he realized he was in front of the town's ammunition Store. At first he was only glancing, then staring at all the weapons in the window. He actually had the feeling that he wanted to hurt someone, his father. It all started the day before when Jim was going home from school and got wound up in a gang fight. When he finally reached home, all banged up, his father lit into him. 4'You're all the time getting into fights. Why donit you do something worth while with yourself for a change? All you do is walk around like a god on his high seat where no one can touch you. All you are and ever will be is a dirty bastard. For once Jim took all he could and left. He hadn't returned home last night or at all today. Jim never realized how much his father had hated him and wanted to be rid of him. That afternoon, while Jim was looking in the window of the store, he suddenly knew how much his father meant to him. He didn't care how much had happened between them or what was said, he only knew that he had to go home and say 'I'm sorryf Jim ran all the way. He then felt as if a heavy weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He ran into his house just as his father was coming out. The look in his father's eyes was something that J im had never seen there before: love and kindness. But as soon as it was there, it was gone and anger had taken its place. So the little punk has decided to come home with his tail between his legs. Well, you'll get nothing from me, you hear? Iam through teaching you right from wrong. lf you want to be a hood, go ahead but don't come to me when something gets the best of you. Then as if Jim foresaw what to do, he was in his fatheris arms. They were both crying, both making promises neither intended to keep. THE BULL FIGHT by Raymond Thayer '72 lt was Wednesday, the day of the great bull fight for matador Diego Puerta. The crowds were already gathering at the bull ring and were very anxious to. see the fight. ln his room Diego could feel a strange atmosphere on this day and he was nervous. He tried to sleep to calm his nerves, but couldn't. He was worrying about the fight that afternoon. It was a small wonder he was worrying, for the bull that he was to fight had already killed two of the countryis best matadors and crippled three. Diego got up from his cot and took a stiff drink of brandy, then another, but he was still nervous. He grabbed his cape and went out the door. He felt a strange feeling come over him again as he was walking toward the stables. It was then Diego realized that it would mean death if he fought that bull, for it was running and charging at the fence as if it wanted to fight then. When Diego turned to walk into the arena he saw the sun gleaming on the bull's deadly horns. The crowd was cheering and yelling now but Diego didn't seem to hear. His eyes were as if they were frozen into a dull stare. The bull started to run. Diego slowly raised his cape. Diego seemed to stand there like a statue. The bull got closer and closer, but he didn't move. The crowds stared with horror as the bull gored Diego again and again. THE SEA by Donna Greenlaw '70 The sea has always held an eternal mystery to man, The sea holds out its beckoning hand, And offers to all who know her ways Many adventurous and happy days. Sometimes she curls her foamy lips in rage, And roars like a lion in a cage, Demanding respect from the bravest of all, Who dare to answer her lonely call. Often she lies very still and calm Like a sleeping child on its mother's arm, One looks upon her then and finds a peace That seems to make lifeis worries cease. Forever and ever this sea goes on Long after men are here and gone Unconquered she's the master of all who sail, And answers only the wind's wild wail. THE INVADERS by Doris Waterman '72 The date was October 27, 1999. The day was unusually warm and the sun was shining brightly. Billy was on his way to town, to do an errand for his mother, when all at once the sky got all dark. The warmness changed to coldness, and the wind started blowing very hard. At once the Air Force started getting signals and warnings, and in the next minute the sky was full of little flying objects. By this time Billy was in the middle of the village. Everyone started to run in panic. Billy was freightened too. He ran to a near-by store that was now deserted, and hid. The Air Force, Army, and Navy started shooting at them, but even missiles wouldn't stop them. Still they came, closer and closer. Then they landed. They were green, and only had one eye, which was red. Other than that, they were much like us. Billy still sat there quiet, and frightened, but stared intensely. The green people got out of their ships, and started to boss everybody around. There was nothing anyone could do but obey, because our bullets had no effect on them. All at once something happened. There came a loud Beep! Beep! sound over their radios, and the invaders lined up in single file and marched back into the ships and took off. Strangely enough, as soon as they had gone out of sight, the sun came out, and it became warm once again. Billy went back home, and the people went back to their businesses. They will probably live the rest of their lives in fear that someday the green people will invade again, - only next time more seriously. EARTH AND MARS COLLISION by Becky Cooper '72 June IO, I999. My name is Joseph Sky. This morning started off rather casually, or at least I thought it had. I settled down with the morning newspaper and a cup of coffee. About half way through the paper I came across an item that said something about Earth and Mars. Well I didnlt think anything about it and went on reading. I know I should have though. June 16, 1999. The day is just great! I've decided to do a little golfing, though I'm not very good. I was on the 7th green when things began getting dark and quite cold all of a sudden. I just couldn't understand it for it was only 1:15. But I think I understood a little better about 15 minutes later. There seems to be a small dark object hurling towards Earth. It is getting bigger and bigger! Oh my dear God help me! It's coming closer, itls going to hit me. It looks like a planet but I can't really tell it's just so dark out. I'm freezing. H E L P PLEASE, NO MORE WARS by Judi Brown '70 The autumn breeze was making every leaf on the trees dance as if operated by strings. Germany in the autumn was a sight everyone loved. I can remember when I was small and my brother Rolf used to bury me in the freshly fallen leaves. The only part of my body that was exposed to the world was my head. We used to get pleasure out of people who walked by and didn't know what to think. I would shout, 'Wherels my body? Please someone help me.' This would really startle them. After they were out of earshot we would giggle and laugh so hard our stomachs would hurt. We will never forget these days, not even the last day we did this. Germany now is at war and those days are gone forever. It happened when accidently a German plane got off course and flew over the U. S. Immediately the U. S. and other countries were on their way to war. Germany didnlt expect such a rucus over this. After all it was truthfully an accident. Do you think the United States would listen? NO! It made you feel that all the U. S. wanted was to fight another war. They are losing the Vietnam War and millions of men, but still they want to fight. Why? I asked this question when I heard that many of our major cities had been destroyed. I asked this question when Berlin was bombed. I asked this question one more time when the Americans killed my family. This was too much. lid already seen my country being defeated, now I had to face life alone, without my family, without peace. Maybe it was better they died now. This way they will rest in peace, if not live in it. If they were alive they would live in the constant threat of war. I ask just one final question: Do people have to die in order to have eternal peace? As Helga closed the book she had tears in her eyes. She felt as this girl did. Helga's family too was killed by the Americans. Her uncle brought this book to the hospital so she could have something to read. She knew she was about to die, but she was not scared. She wondered, 6'Why be scared of peace? She would have peace soon, eternal peace in Heaven. THE WESTERN WIDOW by Marie Demmons '70 It was way out in the middle of the country, the wind and rain was beating on the little farm house of Mrs. Winthrop. The bitter weather had kept her inside most of the week. She was getting bored and very impatient. She spent her time sitting beside her fireplace reading to her only companion, Black Buster, a crow. Her loneliness made her dream of her younger days. This carried her mind back to being happy and she did this often. A rattle and pounding at the door broke her dreams. 'fLet me in! Pm freez- ing!', Mrs. Winthrop jumped up, scrambled to the door and unlatched it. From out- side came a cold, wet, drippling cowpuncher. She rushed to the linen closet to get towels and dry clothes and invited him to the fireplace to get warm. There he began explaining what had happened. He said he was on his way to town to buy cattle. His horse stepped in a pot hole, and he had to shoot him. He didn't have much farther to go but it was too wet and rainy. Mrs. Winthrop invited' him to stay until morning. He thanked her and started the conversation on something else. It was beyond l 1:00 before they ended their chatter and laughter, and turned in. The next morning she was gone. She was nowhere to be seen or heard. The cowpuncher couldn't do much of anything, so he left a note saying 'Thank you, shut inside the door. Twelve years later the note was found where it was left. THIS WORLD by Sarah Hurd ,72 What is this world coming to? What are the people going to do? Sit back, wait and see what happens? Or, get up, do something and hope it doesn't? These riots, killings, robbery and war What does it mean? What is it for? Is it for love, peace, and a happy place? Or hate, war, and a tear stained face? I don't understand what this world's coming to. Maybe someone knows. Do you? THE CRIME by Harold Cooper '70 It was dark and foggy and damp that night in London: June 8, 1983. That night she screamed, then the old house fell silent, and as I stepped out of the house I felt a cold damp breeze hit the back of my neck. But that night there was no breeze. I went home saying to myself that I had committed the perfect crime. I lived in a very small room over a store in the slums. When I arrived at my pad I hit the rack. That night I had a nightmare and in the morning I awoke in a cold sweat. In my nightmare I saw her face. It was black and blue. Her eyes were bloodshot and out of her head. Her tongue was swollen, and she said I would pay for what I did. But soon I forgot the dream. So I got up and ate my breakfast and went out on the street. The cops were waiting for me, and I saw her standing there with the cops. Then she vanished. STUDENT EXCHANGE Early Sunday morning, April 6th, the entire North Haven High School Ctwenty-six studentsJ gathered at the Pulpit Harbor landing for our departure. We boarded the two waiting lobster boats, and after numerous counts and checks of the assorted people and luggage, the go ahead was given by the chaperones, Mr. and Mrs. Tony Bok, and Mr. Edwin Thayer. CMrs. Thayer, not a sea-faring woman, already awaited courageously in Camden - on dry land.J Under the steady captainship of Sherm Cooper and Gene Gove, we docked at Camden's Public Landing shortly after seven. There we were greeted by Mr. Lewis Bridges, our bus driver, and Mrs. Thayer. As we boarded the bus, our bags were quickly loaded, and at 7:30 the long ride to New Jersey began. We stopped at various restaurants and gas stations several times during the ten hour drive. Upon our arrival at Hackensack we were given a police escort to the high school parking lot. There we met our counterparts and enjoyed a buffet supper in one of their cafeterias. That night after unpacking and meeting parents, some of us went to a party while others, exhausted, went happily to bed. Monday we attended school, visiting our counterparts' classes or other classes of interest. Later at a tea where their National Honor Society was also present, Mr. Padavano, their principal, discussed our schedule for the week. That evening we previewed a play, soon to be on Broadway, at the Playhouse on the Mall. Around 8:30 Tuesday morning we all boarded our chartered bus and rode to New York. After exploring the Empire State Building we toured New York City, seeing Greenwich Village, China Town, The Bowery, The Statue of Liberty and the waterfront, the United Nations, Wall Street and several other points of interest. Having brought our lunches we ate in Central Park and were able to stroll around or visit the zoo. From the Park we visited the Planetarium and the Museum of Natural History and concluded our day with a subway ride. Wednesday we visited school ftheir total enrollment is over 2400 studentsl and five of us were guests at the Hackensack Lions Club dinner. That afternoon there was a school assembly in the gym, and we heard their chorus and dance band. After school our boys' basketball team played against the Hackensack boy hosts, and we happily left the gym victorious. On Thursday we again attended luncheons as guests of various clubs and answered questions concerning the Island. That evening there was a PTSA CParents, Teachers, and Students Associationl meeting and a panel discussion. Linda Thayer joined two other teenagers and three adults, from Hackensack, on the panel and discussed issues and problems of today's youth and parents. Friday morning we toured the city of Hackensack, visiting the city hall, fire department, court house and county jail. We were free for the remainder of the day, and many visited N.Y.C., went shopping or swimming in the new high school pool. That evening we spent with our hosts or went to one of the farewell parties. Somehow everyone managed to be at the high school by quarter to seven Sat- urday morning to begin loading the bus. With promises of seeing one another on May 19th we bid our Hackensack hosts goodbye and started for home at 7:00. We would like to thank the school board and townspeople for making our exchange trip to New Jersey possible. Special thanks to Mr. Bok for patiently making the many arrangements and to our chaperones. The exchange is not only to be measured in educational terms but also in the new friendships and memories we've gained. May l9th twenty-Seven students from Hackensack High School will visit North Haven. We are sure their stay on the Island will be just as informative, if not more, as our was to their city. We Thank These Friends of The Pilot Agnes H. Allen Mr. and Mrs. Arnold P. Beveridge Rev. and Mrs. Lowell Beveridge Lyford and Ruth Beverage Mrs. Thomas N. Dabney Mrs. Carleton Pike We Thank The Following Townspeople Mr. and Mrs. Milton Ames Mrs. Winnie Ames Mr. Alvin Baines Mr. Albert Beverage Alice and Carl Beverage Mr. and Mrs. Edward Beverage and Family Mr. and Mrs. Elston Beverage Mr. George Beverage and George Jr. Misses Jennie and Etta Beverage Mr. and Mrs. Lawrence Beverage and Family Raymond, Cheryl, Little Raymond and Michelle Mr. and Mrs. Bernard Dyer Marge, Jerry, Alan and Gerri Austin, Rosanne, Jeanne and Cindy Helen, Sonny, Mr. and Mrs. Mr. and Mrs. Mr. and Mrs. Marilyn, Lisa and Jonnie Lawrence Grant Owen Grant Donald Greenlaw and Family Mrs. Maynard Greenlaw Mrs. Olive Gregory Mr. and Mrs. Lewis Haskell Mr. and Mrs. James Haskell and Hershall Elmer and Nina Hopkins Emery, Marion, James, Arthur, Nancy, Kenneth, Mark and Paul Mr. and James E. Brown and Family Mr. and Mrs Vernon Beverage Mr. and Mrs Eliot Beveridge Mr. and Mrs. Anthony S. 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Fifield Mr' and Mrs' The Gem, Lois Hard-ware Store Archie HOWC Sprague Family and Alyson Vinalhaven - Maine Mr. and Mrs. Best Wishes CURTIS CONSTRUCTION RONALD CURTIS, owner Gardner COX Telephone 867-4445 North Haven, Maine YEARBUOK ST FF Editor Assistant Business Manager Literary Editor Alumni Editor Sports Candid Photography James Hopkins Janice Smith Marie Demmons Judi Brown Donna Greenlaw Frank Demmons Josephine Curtis Harold Cooper Advisors Town Listings Jokes Statistics Organizers Mr. Bok Jeff Quinn Judy Smith Linda Thayer Janice Smith Deborah Thayer Linda Thayer Linda Thayer Judi Brown Janice Smith Sarah Hurd Janice Smith Marie Demmons Judy Smith Beverly Curtis Deborah Thayer sssssssssssssssssssfssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss 1969 22ND ANNUAL FESTIVAL of the Balrd, Calderwood orrlson, Parsons Post 33 Amerlcan Leglon 0 I 6 R ' Q 2 I f 'TE K LW 5 I SG 'gm August 14 1 16 1969 I O O I ,ll ',, 52 I 5' f '- 6, X I if N - 1, . . , - E1 gf: 'L' 'S 5 .iruzgxv ,S 1 Q 1 , wx 4 A' f- QA o...,, ll Q sssssssssssssssssssssssss SQQQQ QQ LQ I EMIL RIVERS. INC. MACHINE SHOP Upper Park Street Rockland, Maine EVINRUDE OUTBOARD MOTORS McCULLOCH CHAIN SAWS STAINLESS STEEL WHEEL CAGES AND TANKS WATERMAN and CO., INC. Groceries - Provisions General Merchandise Telephone 867-4721 North Haven, Mair Rockland Loan and Building Association Savings and Home Loans 18 School Street, Rockland, Maine Garage Telephone 867-4757 Boat Shop 867-462l J. O. BROWN and SON Established 1888 Boat Builders MARINE HARDWARE Marine Railways FISHING SUPPLIE MARINE MOTORS GULF MARINE PRODUCT Garage Telephone 867-4757 North Haven Telephone 867-4621 l PYT HIAN SISTERS Compliments of Cl-ark's Flower Shop Telephone 594-4141 Rockland - Maine Compliments of E. G. Carver 8a So Vinalhaven - Maine L. R. Smith 8: Co. B. F. Burgess, O.D. Clothing - Footwear W. C. Ladd 8: Sons General Insurance The Village Shop Optometrist Gi S - siammg Gifts - Hallmark Cards S, 1864 fi Ty 20 Elm Street mee Telephone 863-4655 M . Rockland - Maine 14 School Street Camden - e Vinalhaven - Maine , Rockland - Maine Compliments of Compliments of Dr. D. G. Hodgkins, Jr. Thrift Optometrist Shop Rockland - Maine Compliments of Luther F. Bickmore Optometrist 407 Main Street Rockland - Maine Compliments of Vinal's Newsstand Vinalhaven - Maine Maine National Bank WBKD - AM WBKD - FM 1450 93.5 Member of Federal Reserve System Federal Deposit Insurance Corporation Knox Broadcasting Co., Inc. Rockland Thomaston Working Partner with Maine People Rockland, Maine FOl'I'CSt C. Ad3HlS 85 SOIIS L. Contracter and Builder Gulf Oil Products Building Material- Painting - Roofing F. h. S I. B ttl d G is ing upp 16S -- 0 e as Techbuilt Homes, Cambridge, Mass. FREE ESTIMATES VINALHAVEN, MAINE Telephone 867-4436 North Haven, Maine CHEERLEADERS - Left to Right: Debby Thayer, Sarah Hurd, Jo Curtis, Doris Waterman, Bev Curtis, and Caroline Shields. NORTH HAVEN CHEERLEADERS lt all started one Friday afternoon. The boys left on the noon boat to play an overnight basketball game, and the girls were to follow Saturday morning in order to meet them in Rockland and drive to Bristol to play a game. On Friday afternoon a group of girls decided to go into the gym and shoot around. We tired of that and started to talk. The conversation led to cheerleading. Yes, we really should have an organized group of cheerleaders. So right there we worked up two routines and practiced and revised and practiced for about an hour and a half. We went to Bristol the next day babbling with our secret and quite proudly took the boys by surprise when we did our routines. We had to wear our basketball uniforms as we had no cheerleading uniforms. After this we worked up new routines and revised and practiced some more. We lost one member, Judi Brown, and gained one, Doris Waterman, so the lineup was Sarah Hurd, Jo Curtis, Bev Curtis, Doris Waterman, Debbie Thayer, and Caroline Sheilds. The last two games of the season were home games, and we had special outfits for them: white shirts, navy bell bottomed pants, necktie belts, and moccasins. Next year we hope to continue with the same lineup and get special uniforms. Cultivate in Youth- the habit The Barton Store Dry Goods -- Cosmetics Baby Supplies Lloyd Drug The Rexall Store Compliments of Samuel W. Collins, Jr Wayne R. Crandall Of reading flood b00k-9 Dishes Corner of Main and Limerock Games and Toys 10 School Street , , Rockland Maine Rockland, Maine North Haven Vmalhaven - Maine Public Library . Perr 's Tro ical Baldwin y p CONOH 435 Mnmsr ROCKLAND kclothes Sportswear TUTHES Snap Dry Cleaners Telephone 2362530 Camden - Maine Nut House World Famous Nut Exhibit MAINE PRODUCTS Over M0 Unique Exhibits Open 7 Days a Week Year 'Round Admission Free On Scenic U. S. Route 1 Belfast - -Maine Compliments of Musicland Art Carved Diamonds and Wedding Bands 399 Main St. Rockland, Maine Compliments of RALPH P. EARLE, M. D. THE MEDICAL CENTER Vinalhaven, Maine DOUGLAS STONE Contractor and Builder Boats Built - Repaired - Stored Telephone 867-4600 Best Wishes Village Inn You'Il never forget how your money was' spent with a checking account from Depositors Complete Kitchen Floats and Ram Tiling Floors Laid Painting Paper Hanging CROSSMAN and MADDOX Building Contractors Vinalhaven, Maine WAYSIDE SERVICE STATION TAXI SERVICE Automobile, Truck and Marine Engine Repairing SALES Official Inspection No. 637 SERVIC Trust' Telephone 867-4747 N01'1lh HHVGUI Main Frank Sampson, Owner d F d R System l Mainels Leading Sporting Goods Store JAMES BAILEY CO., INC. ATHLETIC SUPPLIES SPORTING GOODS Middle Street Portland, Maine The Trend Today ls To l. G. A. ROCKLAND FOODLINEII 724 MAIN STREET ROCKLAND, MAINE 04841, MIKE LEO, Owner g BUD THAYER The American Legion Auxiliary ELECTRICIAN CGEJ and RCA Whirlpool Appliances UNIT NO. 33 Telephone 867-4603 North Haven, Main Rockland Loan 8z Building Association A Savings and Loan Association Organized in 1888 SYSTEMATIC SAVINGS - HOME LOANS 18 School Street Rockland, Maine REED'S GIFT SHOP lOpen May 1 thru December 24l U. S. Route 1 South Warren, Maine r. and Mrs. H. Irving Pratt WILLIAM HURD Plumbing and Heating License No. 1203 Best Wishes Mr. George F leischmann elephone 867-4455 North Haven, Maine Compliments c- ELECTRONICS 0 Mr and Mrs TV - STEREO - RECORDERS -- CB Sabme Farm ' ' Zenith - RCA -- Regency- Ampex . ' and Archie Howe Sales - Service - Rentals - Antennas Bank Financing Available The F01-ge elephone 867-4638 North Haven, Maine 04853 FRANK DEMMONS LAWN MOWING RAKING -- CLIPPING Telephone 867-4713 Best Wishes Mrs. Lewis Petit Dr. Miriam J. Hosmer THE COURIER GAZETTE HOMETOWN NEWSPAPER OF THE COAST SINCE 1846 Tuesdays - Thursdays - Saturdays Etta Beverage - North Haven Correspondent ROCKLAND - MAINE The Felton Family Mr. and Mrs. Charles C. Cunningham The Arnolds in Seal Cove Best Wishes to the Class of 1969 Mr. and Mrs. Charles Allen Loring, J r. Mr. and Mrs. Nelson Bigelow Mr. and Mrs. Garrison Norton Best Wishes The Thomas C. Thaehers Best Wishes The Robert Amorys Congratulations and Best Wishes from the Ralph Lawsons Best Wishes With Best Wishes The Moffats f Dr. L. Pool mm Jack and Pinkie from and Family Mr. and Mrs. Bauer Crockett's Cove H. T. Kingsbury Best Wishes from Mrs. Winloek and The Lannons The Family of Dr. and Mrs. HENRY L. HEYL THOMAS THACHER Deacon BroWn's Point Best Wishes from Mr. and Mrs. Mrs. George Lewis, Sr. NORMAN HARROWER Best Wishes From the Whites OI1 Mrs. Charles E. Brinley L gdb tt I 1 d 6 9 el' San Best Wishes Mr. and Mrs. WILLIAM B. SNOW Mrs. Leon M. Little Best Wishes Best Wishes r. and Mrs. A. Ledyard Smith Mr. and Mrs. and Family Robert Cobb Best Wishes Good Luck f from rom Waterman's Cove Sen' and Mrs Saltonstall Compliments of Mrs. Sumner Pingree The Lincoln Davis Family Best Wishes of Mr. and Mrs. Charles B. Barnes Compliments of Mrs. Douglas Crocker Good Luck from the Lombards Best Wishes Best Wishes from the from Morris Chestons Elsie I. Cobb Mullen's Crick Best Wishes Best Wishes from of Watermarfs Cove The Strong Family From Two Friends Best Wishes The Richard Saltonstalls Compliments of Miss Moseley Compliments of Mr. and Mrs. Robert Montgomery Best Wishes from All Generations of The Burr Family Mrs. Thomas S. Lamont and Family Send their best Wishes to The North Haven High School Best Wishes from Mrs. Brewster Jennings 66G00d Luck for 96999 from Turnip Island