Stonington High School - Breeze Yearbook (Stonington, ME)

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THE Another year has rolled around and here it is time for a full grown owlet to bring you greetings and the up-to-date events. Having large eyes, and highly developed ears, I see and hear a lot that most people would know little or nothing about. Since my plumage is soft, I travel noiselessly and surprise my prey with considerable ease. Why just the other day I saw Alvernon Holland, otherwise known in my opinion as Romeo , giving Olive Barter the rush. I don't know what else you would call it when he looks at her-in that knowing way-tell- ing her with his eyes that he thinks a lot of her, even though he does chase the other girls a little too much. They even had the story going around that Olive spoiled Alvernonis aim in the Penobscot basketball game. Will someone kindly donate a picture of Olive to post above the S. H. S. basket before next year? As I was peeping around, watching this one and that, I saw Mrs. Smith add five new names to her registration book. M-m-m- well, I see they are Olive Barter and Collie Mc- Donald of Isle au Haut, Wallace Webb and Kenneth Brimigion of Portland, and Maurice Robbins of Deer Isle. I hope they will like our high school and stay with us. Every little owl in our family is appreciated. Do I hear music coming from the new piano in Mr. VVilson,s room or is it my over- worked nerves hooting themselves to sleep. No, lim sure it's the piano. I guess Iill do a little snooping and see whatis cookini. Well, bless my sharp ears. Am I glad I heard that music! I do believe Iill hook my talons on the back of the piano chair and get ac- quainted with her. They say that a pretty girl is like a melody and by gosh they are so right! She tells me her name is Joyce Webster, the new music teacher. She also says that she is single. Wahoo! Oh, there I go again. Iive just got to stop that slang talk that Helen Steele and Erlene Pray taught me or one of OWL these days Mr. Pitts will catch me and give me a slapping and a Help Wanted sign. Speaking of winners, the junior Class must have made coach Mrs. Smith very pleased at junior Speaking. Natalie Rice,s version of Mary Ellenis Starv and the pretended puppy was very well done. Barbara Bartlett pre- sented a very impressive story about Bobby Unwelcomen. Barbara received 3rd prize. Ruth Alley presented a very impressive story of Dog of Warn. She got a well deserved 2nd prize. Joanne Barbour received lst prize for her speech, Sing me to Sleep . Elwell Shepard, Lorraine Morey, Donald Williams and Loretta Lunt also participated in the finals and offered stiff competition for the winners. They were all awarded participation medals. I wonder if I could have flown off with lst prize? I would have told my ancient history and about my Uncle Luie. I bet they would like to know about him too. My, but he was a grand owl! Well, here I am perched on Mr. Lym- burner's shoulder. He has just given some last minute instructions to Pee Wee Walker before she attempts to start off for the first time in the shiny new Ford. Ouchl Oh! Hoot! My poor wings sure got a flapping that time. Oh, well I guess I can't blame anyone but myself for getting into such dangerous places as this. And yet I,m sure the cover of their book stated plainly that this was supposed to be Sportsmanlike Drivingv. Provoking isn't it? Early one morning as I was flying around trying to find some new excitement, I heard a strange voice speaking within the walls of Mr. Wilson's room. I flew quickly over and crept in the door. Ah-hal who is this tall handsome man speaking to this group of boys? What is he saying? All the boys are blushing like girls. VVait a minute! Eddie Holland is getting up and addressing him as Mr. Mico- pulous. It seems as if Eddie wants to ask him

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Junior Speaking The preliminaries for Junior Speaking were held on February 15, 1950. There were eight finalists instead of the usual six. The finals were held on March 3, 1950. The speakers were as follows: H . Natalie Rice Mary Ellen's Star . The Chateau Mystery . Elwell Shepard Dog of War . . Ruth Alley Nocturne, . . . Loretta Lunt Bobby Unwelcomev . Barbara Bartlett Rebecca' ,... Lorraine Morey rc The Long Way Home Sing Me to Sleep . Donald Williams Joanne Barbour The judges were Mrs. Malcolm Carman, Mrs. Robert johnson, and Rev. Robert Snelling, all of Deer Isle. Joanne Barbour, the winner, was awarded a gold medal. The prize of a silver medal was won by Ruth Alley, and a bronze medal for third place went to Barbara Bartlett. The other speakers received participation medals. Joanne Barbour represented Stonington High School at the University of Maine Speaking Contest on April 22, 1950. She was accompanied by the speech coach, Mrs. Esther Smith. Merriam - Webster Spelling Contest The junior and the Senior High School spelling contests were held on the evening of April 12, 1950. Mr. Benjamin Carter pre- sented the words, while Mrs. Benjamin Car- ter, Mrs. Gordon Richardson, and Mrs. Ed- ward Blackmore acted as judges of the cor- rectness of spelling. The Merriam-Webster Dictionary was used as the final authority. In the junior High Contest eight members of each of the Seventh and Eighth Grades were entered. Prize medals were awarded as follows: Dawn Sawyer, first, Rosemay Crozier, second, Nancy MacKay, third. The Senior High contestants, four from each class, exhausted their list of words be- fore the winners were decided. Patsy Fi- field received first prize, Natalie Rice, a close Second, and Letha Barbour third. University oi Maine Open I-louse On Saturday, April 29th, twenty students, accompanied by Principal and Mrs. Thurldw Pitts, attended the Open House program at the University of Maine. Everyone returned with a much better idea of what a college is like. There was a chance to see samples of the work in different de- partments of the colleges of Agriculture, Arts visited. The girls enjoyed very much a gym- nastic exhibition by girls in the physical edu- cation department. There was also time to see a track meet hetween the University of Maine and the University of New Hampshire. and Sciences, and Technology. The mechan- ical engineering laboratory at Crosby Hall was one of the most interesting places

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a question about something. Oh, well, I know who this gentleman is. I remember Mr. Smith, our superintendent, speaking of him as the lecturer on social, public, and personal rela- tions. Our high school attended these lectures 100'Zr and everyone was very interested. I guess I will make it 101921 by going to the next one! Bless my intelligent little brain. What is this going on in Mrs. Smith's English class room? A trial and a murder trial at that! Be quiet Betty Gross, you annoy me with your constant chatter. Whatis that, what did you say, Betty? This is the Sander trial? Well, tell me more. Oh, Herbert has just pounded the gavel and threatened to kick me out if I don't stop talking to Betty. After all, he is the judge at this trial. Dickie Nash and Patsy Fifield are in it thick and heavy with cross- examining. Betty tells me they are the District Attorney and Defense Lawyer. VVell, I guess they are pretty hootingly good at it too. This is just too much for my young mind to follow. I'd better fly away from here be- fore they get me involved. I don't like that evil glint in Dickie's eye. He's desperate! One night during basketball season I braved the cold and went to the Red Barn? to a basketball game. l decided I could endure one game if Miss Morey could after teaching school all day. The hall was full, balcony and all, but I was determined to see the game. I hooked my talons onto a balcony rail an.! prepared to hoot for good ol' S. H. S., but I guess I didn't have to. A few of the girls were yelling to the top of their lungs. Then I heard someone yell Swish, swish, junie, swishf' I thought for one startling minute they had seen me and were telling me in a polite way to get out or junie would see to it that I did. I almost flew away but then I thought to myself, That is no way to talk to me. I am going to stay right here and hoot for S. H. S. Then to my surprise I saw that Swish seemed to be a magic word, and every time they said it the S. H. S. team made a basket. So, I joined in with the rest yelling swish! Thanks to my added Swish they won the game. While I was out flying around in the corri- dor I heard something that perked up my ears. Oohah, my love, he is stealing your heart with that golden tongue of his . VVell, well, well, I guess this is the place where I belong. I peered in through the keyhole and was I aghast! Natalie Rice was in Elwell Shepard's arms! What revolting things are going on in that room? And Ruth Alley is standing there as if she was enjoying herself. I thought Ruthie was Elwellis little Qahemj shall we say Lovebird ? And there is Miss Rand of all people! Oh, what is she holding? A book? I canit be mistaken, but yes, it isg she is rehearsing the junior Class Play, The Twig of Thornv. I guess even owls can get their reins crossed once in awhile. Good Luck, juniorsln One fine day this week I thought I'd visit the second year French Class. I have to pay those little Frenchies a visit once in a while to keep them in order. You might know that I'd pick an exciting day. Mrs. Smith asked Donald Williams to open the window a little for ventilation. That poor young owl started to stand up when rip---he was the one receiv- ing all the ventilation! I couldn't help hoot- ing at the look of astonishment when he glanced down and found the tear in his pants! I remember an old story Mammy Owl used to tell us about a certain preacher who used to put a Lifesaver,' under his tongue when he preached, so he wouldn't talk too long. It seems that when the Lifesaver was all gone it was time to stop. Well, I thought I'd take the advice and do the same thing so I wouldn't get to a jootin' and never stop. Since I never eat Lifesavers', I didn't know just what to expect. Mine has lasted and lasted and it is as big now as it was when I put it in my beak. I flew over to mammy owl and asked her how much longer it was good for. Well! How was I to know a Lifesaver from a button?