Searsport High School - Windjammer Yearbook (Searsport, ME)

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With the help of several people in town, I moved my boat down to the water front. I think the minute the launching operations started I received the biggest thrill of my life. This started a summer of excitement, enjoyment, and some hardships. One event which seems to stick in my mind is this: One day the water was fairly calm and there was just a little wind. The wind blew harder and the waves grew larger as the afternoon progressed. It was very excit- ing to ride on the wild bay in my creation. My creation withstood large waves bow first as well as sideways. I felt very proud that it was my boat and that it was seaworthy as well as comfortable. One day when I felt more adventurous than others I got five gallons of gas and I took a trip to Belfast. The only place I could find to tie up at was underneath Belfast bridge. To me this was a disgrace to a city the size of Belfast and also to a city with the history which Belfast has. I observed many things on the trip back. I stopped at the beacon light which is at the mouth of the harbor. It is larger than I expected it to be. I found the light is run by sixteen batteries which the Coast Guard changes frequently. I tried sailing my craft by tacking a blanket to two oars and by holding it up like a sail. This did not work out very well. I found the landscape to be very beautiful in some places but in others it looked desolate. I found that the 1'ive horsepower motor I had was not quite large enough to push the boat very fast. The returning trip took approximately three and one-half hours. I took two trips to Bel- fast during the summer, usually having a few companions along. Once on one of my trips into the harbor I met two large fishing boats. They made three large waves which were thrilling to ride over. Another trip I took was one to Stockton harbor and around Sears Island. I was all alone on this voyage -and as I traveled along enjoying the scenery my motor began to cough and sputter. I poured all the gasoline I had left into the gas tank. It didn't look like enough to get me back and I didn't have an anchor, so I prayed. When I reached my mooring there was only about enough gaso- line left to fill a cup. I found that boating consists not only of pleasures but also of hardships. The fiber- glass which I put on the keel peeled off. This of course caused the boat to leak. I had to bail it out frequently. Getting the boat back to the garage was no fun, either. It had to be hauled out of the water and loaded onto a truck. After I got it home another task was getting it unloaded and into the garage. This short essay gives another person some idea of how my summer's boating went. DAVID O'DONNELL '59 HUNTING EXPERIENCE The early morning dew was still on the grass. The sun peeking over the rim of the mountain made yellow streaks in the sky. The barren trees made crackling noises as the wind blew among the branches. Suddenly through the trees appears a figure clad in scarlet with a rifle in his hands and his ears alert for the sound of approach- ing game. He stops and listens. Quietly he jacks a shell into the magazine. Then swiftly through the underbrush comes a streak of brown. It comes clear of the underbrush and stands broad-side look- ing straight at the red-clad figure, his great horns extending high above his head and his sleek brown shirt making a dim shadow be- yond. He stops for a few moments. Then with a dash of white he is off. The hunter brings the gun to his shoulder, there is a loud crack and the beautiful form falters in his graceful run and goes down. There he lies with a red stream running down his glossy coat and making a pool on the ground. Then, as his legs give their last effort to flee, the life goes from his body. The hunter removes gleaming steel from its sheath and as it goes into the throat of the animal, he moves no more. He lies silent- ly 5 his life has come to an end like that of an unraveled sleeve. The hunter removes the shells from his gun, bends over, picks up the limp form, slings it over his shoulder, and goes from the woods only leaving the shadows closer to the ground and the sun's rays in a straight angle in the sky. The dew has gone from the grass as the life went from the deer. EDNA WEI.CH '59

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THE EFFECT OF THE PRINTING PRESS UPON THE WORLD Books! Those insane articles which con- tain the root of hate for all teen-agers-! Those articles th-at burden our arms every night and start our minds in a revolution with the victrola, TV, or other forms of in- teresting amusements! See what the teen-agers owe to William Caxton, a man who set up the printing press in England many years ago. But the people of his time considered him quite a fellow, Tom Jones, instead of writing upon the ter- rible surface of parchment with his feathered pen, now became able to print a mass of material by a press. The people of the Renaissance were able to satisfy their great curiosity and desire for knowledge. With the broadening of the world -at this time there came a broadening of man's mind. Magazines and newspapers were later dis- tributed in large amounts and brought the happenings of the world before the eyes of man. The Common Man was unable to obtain an education. He w-as unable to purchase the pages of knowledge which were published before the printing press. These pages of knowledge were small in quantity and could be purchased only by the wealthy class. However, thanks to William Caxton, the common man, too, could invigorate his mind and take part in the belief of humanism of the Renaissance period. The printing press has indeed been a great inliuence upon the world of yesterday and the world of today. It led to the publication of pages of knowledge which led to belief. This believing then aroused a spirit of curi- osity which led to thinking. Thinking, of course, has led to everything we see around us. Thinking has led to o.ur World. Books! Those builders of civilization which pushed America forth! Those finders of Democracy and builders of brains! Those invention makers and upathfinders ! Those goal obtainers and opportunities in disguise! Look at what the teen-agers do owe to William Caxton! Let's reimburse him! How? By using them! CAROL DAKIN '59 DUTY In the life processes there are many phases of duty. However, one's greatest obligation is to oneself. If you or I must help others to satisfy our consciences, then we are fulfilling a duty to ourselves. It is human nature to retain selfish motives behind all one does. Therefore, in the ultimate, one's duty to himself far overshadows a like obli- gation to others. In compiling the duties to self one must make himself desirable to himself. He may do this in several ways. He might do some small but nevertheless gallant service for another. This is a gigant.ic ego-inflater and lifts the benefactor to a status of supremacy. After all, one cannot feel worthy of -a. place among his fellow men unless he convinces himself he is beneficial to them. Of course, when one performs these little, unselfish services he sees only the magnitude of his supreme character and personality being dis- played, little realizing the important func- tion this is to him for keeping his glowing goodness bright and shiny. If asked his ideas of duty, one, with an air of self-righteousness, would naturally list his obligations to family, authority, man- kind, and government fwhich is most absurd of all.J I hardly think one would state that his greatest duty must be performed for himselfg that he was an individual and there- fore must satisfy his own feelings and de- siresg that he knew not why he was born, but as long as he was here, he was going to fullfilvl the greatest duty of all and find out w y. But he couldn't very well say these things, could he? What if someone-his friends- heard him and condemned him? Why, he would be banished from the realm of the natural and- cast into the black 'void of de- nounced radicals! Must one so constr.ue the idea of duty that it becomes superficial-a crusty covering over the true motives behind? RUTH BLAKE '59 A SUMMER'S BOATING At the first part of the summer I was busy scurrying around trying to get the last min- ute things completed on my craft. I com- pleted it about two weeks after school stopped.

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WHIPPOORWILL Not far away upon a hill, There sits a lonely whippoorwill. Its song is sweet and so sincere, An evenin-g song that lovers hear. It got its name From the song it made, Poured forth at eve Like a lovely cascade. It flies by night., And never by day. And whippoorwilll Whippoorwill, Is all it will say. FREMONT LEE TOZIER THE SPEEDER I am a guy who was speeding along, Going about eighty, which I knew was dead wrong. An on coming car, which I did not see- And- now they are digging a grave just for me. JUDY SMALL A MOMENT In the darkness, as rain falls And beats against my window And drops from the eaves, There comes to me a moment of remember- ing The late rose I'd seen, Wet with dew, And then I go to the store For soap and shoestrings. ANONYMOUS WHAT ARE WE? God gave us minds to help us Out, And lets us do our thinking. But we can't make the thunder shout, Or stop a star from blinking. CARLTON SMITH, JR. REMEMBERED FEAR The night is dark, Each spectre tree lifts fingers high Toward inky sky, Behind each bush, A horror lurks unseen by me- I try to flee. My feet are weighted, Heavy, sluggish, insensible, And dead. And this my head, Throbs, pounds and gives Me no aid at all, I trip and fall. JACKIE GORDON BEACONS IN THE NIGHT The stars are but a pale, white light, That float among the blackened night, Who never know the woes of strife, And never live the pains of life. They -glimmer now, and ever more, Like rippling brooks they seem to pour Their peace, their joy, and wondrous light, These beacons in the bl'ackened night. NORRIS STAPLES SUMMER'S BEAUTY To enjoy the summer's lasting beauty, You have to make it your only duty To wake early. Look at the great sun rise! Isn't it to you an amazing surprise? CORA DEAN WARD