Rockport High School - Tatler Yearbook (Rockport, ME)

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A CANDID SNAPSHOT OF A PLEASANT MEMORY! I remember Rockville school. The incident which I recall most vividly about our country school was our an- nual expedition to get a Christmas Tree. The entire enrollment of our one-room school enthusiastically parti- cipated in the outing. On the appoint- ed day several big boys brought hatchets for the important operation. We all donned our snow-suits and boots, hopefully expecting to encounter mountainous drifts. Armed with the hatchets and a yardstick to measure the height of the tree, we cheerily headed toward the nearby woods. How particular we were! Only a tree per- fectly symetric in design was consid- ered worthy of the place of honor at the front of our school-room. When the faultless tree was finally found, measured, and chopped down by many energetic but amateur strokes of the hatchets, we tramped back to school, tired but happy, dragging our tree be- hind us. Joyce Farmer '60 FROM A CHILD,S VIEWPOINT My eyes were wide with amazement at this thing I saw lying before me on the blanket. Of course I had seen others, but never as close as this. Why I could reach out and touch it! I wanted to, very badly, for it looked as if it would be pussy-willow-soft be- neath my fingers, but somehow I didn't quite dare. What if it should break? It was fragile, and very, very tiny. It looked something like me, only I was bigger. I wasn't tiny-I was four. I laid my cheek down on the wooly blan- ket to be closer to it, and I discovered something else. It smelled! It smelled like the first daisy I found in the spring, and like the lilacs in the yard after it rained. It smelled a little like my kitten, and like the pink soap on the top shelf. This was pink too, but it smelled twice as good as any old THE TATLER 13 soap. The blanket began to tickle my neck, I raised my head to find myself looking at a pair of eyes like the blue buttons on my Sunday coat. These buttons regarded me solemnly, and I, just as solemnly, stared back at them. Gathering my courage, I reached out and touched its hair-it was just like the milkweed fluff in the field. And then a miracle happened-it reached out its tiny hand that was no bigger than my doll's, clasped its fingers around my thumb, and gave a little gurgle fwhich I thought was the nicest thing that I had ever heardj . From that moment on-my little sister was my friend. Deborah Hanna '60 I have a car. ' It is a very nice car. It does not eat much gas. It does not eat much oil. It does does not have punctures. It has a very nice radio. It does not get into accidents. It does not collect tickets. I like my car. It is a very nice car. I wish I could start it. Anonymous THE OLD DOG The old dog straggled along the path, head drooping, tail hanging limp, look- ing as though the elastic band on which his limbs were strung had broken. The back-bone and the ribs of this pathetic cur were plainly visible, tempting one to touch the living skele- ton and hear the bones rattle. Even the dog's intelligent face was marred by a rheumy eye. While one eye was brown and clear, the other was only a shapeless gray mass, void of understanding, mute evidence of past misfortune. Suddenly, as a rabbit hopped across his narrow field of vision, a vestige of lost youth returned to the dog. His head jerked up and his tail began to

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12 THE TATLER LITERARY GEMS OF THE EARTH Lying in the dark, damp grottoes of the earth, wasting their splendor for uncounted Millenniums on the walls of their confines, rest some of the most wondrous works of nature's realm, the incomparable gems. Not the cut and polished rocks of the jeweler's window, but the gem crystals in their beautiful, unaltered geometric patterns as found in nature. Man marvels at the wonderful luster and limpidity of the unearthed stones as examples of an art far beyond his comprehension. One who beholds the riot of colors in this seemingly be- witched tourmaline, the radiating blue- green of the aquamarine, or the royal purple amethyst, will surely realize that here are treasures of unsurpassed beauty. Gems are not only utilized to sym- bolive many varied events, but are also employed for their sheer beauty and ornamentation. Certain stones are traditionally significant of certain events such as the brilliant diamond for anniversaries and weddings and the vivid red ruby, the regal amethyst, the serene grass-green emerald and others equally enchanting as birthstones. Diamonds are the most universally popular and highly coveted of all gems. Although they have no color of their own, they reflect and display every color of the rainbow. From ancient times to the modern dav. these exquisite jewels of nature's handiwork have been valued for their embellishment and beautv, for beauti- 'ullv cut gems are like flowers coming into bloom from their buds of native stone. Yes, the gems-flowers of the 'Mineral kingdom. David Kontio '60 GOURMET'S DELI GH T Having worked for two summers as a waitress in a Chinese resturant, I have become fully acquainted with the Cantonese style of Chinese cooking. I have decided, after tasting almost every dish, that my favorites are lob- ster sauce with shrimp and sweet and pungent pork over fried rice. Watching the cooking makes the meal itself even more enjoyable. The lobster sauce consists of ground pork, egg, a special thickening, whole shrimp, sliced green scallions, many seasonings, all flavored with a special bean. The contrast of the white rice, pinkish-orange shrimp, and bright green scallions against the rich brown gravy makes your mouth water even when you glance at this dish. The name lobster sauce is mis- leading because, actually, there is no lobster in it. The sweet and pungent pork is the most colorful of any dishes I have even seen-even more colorful than the gayest tossed salad. The gravy is made of vinegar and sugar with a rich thickening which gives a very bal- anced sweet and sour taste. As this gravy is brought to a boil, the sweet and pungent aromas seem to alternate. Then when the mixture thickens, the orange carrots, light and dark green mixed pickles, bright red tomatoes, grass-green peppers, fluffy tops of cauliflower, and almost crystal-clear babv onions are added. Meanwhile the pork has been dipped into a rich egg batter and deep fried. Added to the vegetables and gravy, it is served on fried rice. Once having tried this dish, anvone could plainly see why it is a favorite among the customers and, of course, among the kitchen help. Sue Goodridge '60

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14 THE TATLER wag. Uttering loud staccato barks, he tried to pursue the fleeing hare. However, as quickly as it had come, his animation left him, and he contin- ued his solitary way, whimpering and limping as he dragged the worn pads of his feet over sharp stones. As the path became steeper, the dog's struggle to move became more painful. He began to gasp for every labored and rasping breath. At last he reached the summit and collapsed with fatigue. His head sunk onto his pawsg his eyelids droopedg he slept. Joyce Farmer '60 WHAT IS ON THE MOON? What would life on the moon be like? Would we be able to drive cars or ride a bike? The moon is said to be made of green cheese, But I think they say that just to tease. Now I wonder if there will 'be little green men, , . , And will the flowers have the same stem? Do they have music with a beat? Or do they like it soft and sweet? Will the ground be damp or dry? Will there be stars up in their sky? I would like to know if there'll be A bird, vegetable, flower, or tree. All these wondrous things I'd like to know, So I can't wait until to the moon we go! Edna Dow '60 COLORS OF NIGHT At first as night is about to set in, the sky is mingled with corals, pinks, and oranges from the last rays of the sun. The billowing clouds, growing still, seem to be resting on soft, red- violet sheets. Now the sky is turning a sweet lavender and all is quiet. All that is left of the once beautiful day is one single lonely ray of the sunlight peering from behind a far-off mountain and the now blue-outlined clouds. As this last ray disappears, the sky turns a sullen gray, leaving everything life- less on earth,-the dead brown grass, the stiff, eerie ehn trees, ,the gray houses. Now all is turning a brownish blue giving an effect of spaciousness to the countryside. Lights flash on, send- ing out yellow glows here and there along the street. Everything is getting darker in a blue haze. Finally nothing close at hand is visible. Night is here. Patricia Simonton '62 FEEDING THE GOLD FISH This incident happened one day when I was small. My mother usually fed the gold fish but this afternoon I wanted to. So I climbed up to the cup- board and got the box which I thought was fish food and fed the contents to them. Well, in five minutes the fish were jumping out of the water trying to get air. When I told my mother, she quickly changed the water but it wasn't quick enough. Mom asked me what I fed them and when I showed her the box, she discovered it was PAPRIKA! Sandra Upham '62 I REMEMBER One day while I was doing my chore of graining the hens, a rooster pecked at my foot. I didn't think anything of it then because he did it all the time. But as I bent over to gather up some eggs, suddenly the rooster flew upon my back and started pecking me, vi- ciously and fiercely. He pecked me so hard that I was very irate. I swung around, eyed the rooster, and then heaved the iron grain scoop at him, grain and all. The blow killed him and I didn't care just then. But my next thought was how would I explain it to my father! Gerry Morton '62 THE RAVEN fRevisedj Studying an ancient volume of leg- ends, I was in my room that dreary De- cember midnight. The embers of my fire were dying, leaving the fireplace as mute as the rest of the room. A slight tapping at my door roused me from a