Vinalhaven High School - Exile Yearbook (Vinalhaven, ME)

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LET IT BE SO! The night of stars has disappeared Their brilliancy enveloped in the coming dawn, The heavens are resting, to yet again Send forth their shower of starlight When dusk sets in. Daiwn-the beginning of time, for only a 3Y, Heralded by the hungry gull, And the purr of the fisherman's boat, Heading into the disatnt horizon. Streakes of gold mark the hastening progress of the dayg Tide waters hoarsely strike against The whitened shoreline, They too are awakening from the Quietness of their deep and dark sleep, Amid the memories of the past. Who knows what lies beneath These ever moving waters, Life for the day, in the swimming And crawling denizens of the deep. But alas, ageless rest is found there, None know their secret, Let it be so. Night and day-ever mysterious, As when the world began, The same heavens glow at night, With starlight, Cut by the great white way of the moon. The sun by day warming the earth below. The ever moving waters of the sea. Life-night and day, steeped in mystery Let it be so! Nancy Adams '59 -VHS- THE ULTIMATE WEAPON Buck Roger's of the I. Q. P. T. Z. B. R. Universe Patrol had been working for six months, eleven days, three hours, ten minutes and twen- ty-nine seconds on his latest Weapon, when he made an important discov- ery. He had forgotten to light his Bunsen burner and would have to start all over again. He took a firm grip on himself and struggled again to perfect his invention. Finally it was completed. It stood there glistening in the sun. It was a super long range hyper-sonic ultra- violet artillery piece. The ammuni- tion it fired was petrified snowballs, found only on Planet X. He was temporarily out of petrified snow- THE EXILE 19 balls, so he loaded his super long range hyper-sonic ultra-violet artil- lery piece into his universe rocket and took off for Planet X. He landed on Planet X and start- ed to look for some petrified snow- balls. His I. Q. P. T.Z. B. R. Uni- verse Patrol infra-red gieger counter started to tick showing that there were some petrified snowballs near- by. He unfolded his Universe Patrol shovel and dug deep into green earth. He soon had a large supply of snowballs. Gathering them up, he walked back to the ship. He had just about made the door when he looked back and saw that a nine- horned, twenty-seven eyed, crawl- ing purple people and petrified snowball eater was after him. He jumped into the ship, loaded the super long range hyper-sonic ultra- violet artillery piece with petrified snowballs, and swung the muzzle around to the door. He sighted it down on the monster and pulled the trigger. There was a blinding flash and the beast dropped. It was one of the larger types about 48 suns' long. He hooked up a super crane to the creature and loaded it aboard. Then he blasted off for home, a very happy man because his weapon was a success. 'SA unit of Japanese measure equal to about 13!16 inches. -VHS- MY LITTLE BROTHER With the look of an angel And a smile twice as sweet With big, baby blue eyes And a charm you can't beat, At first impression Folks say how sweet , When speaking of my brother. With the look of a monster, A smile like a fiend, With 'Tm watching you eyes And a temper that's teamed With the mind of an Einstein, That's how it's seemed I've always spoken of my little brother. Rose Mary Peacock '61

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was gone, and then it was there again. It came to him that the light was from a lighthouse. Heron Neck Light! He shouted aloud. Then it came to him that it wouldn't help him, it couldn't, he would never be seen. The boat was going to hit the ledges. Another light caught his eyes. A smaller light, a moving light, a light that was headed towards him. After the Coast Guard Cutter came along side he remembered nothing. Later he found how lucky he was. He had lost the boat, his equipment, and almost his life but he learned how much that he loved his family and he said to himself with a smile, I even think more of my ole maid sister Bess Barbara Webb '60 - V H S - OUR ROOM Some schools have a separate room, Where girls can talk and tell, Tell of the latest gossip, news, And things they know so well. But in our school the corridor, Is the room so told, Where girls can talk and chat about, Things both new and old. Windows cracked and dirty too, Initials in the wall, Towel case is never full. Dig this crazy hall! Dirty mirrors on the wall, Hair being combed so neat, Sweaters and skirts are strightened out, While talking of Joe and Pete. Who is dating who tonight, And all that crazy hep, Some are cheerful, some are sad, Some just lost their pep! Disturbing teacher and their class, And things that aren't so nice, Bring grudges, scolds, and other things, The Principal hollers twice! So come on in and join our group, And let us know the score, For No Boys Allowed in our room, Is our motto forever more. Janice Wadleigh '60 THE EXILE 17 S UPPLI CAT! ON For me night and day are wedded In intemal rendezvous I feel warmth of sun upon my face and hear stealthy whispers of leaves and grass upon which my feet must trod. I meet fear and uncertainty, as the world of light and accustomed sounds grow strange to me. Silent tears tenant my heart as trembling fingers reach to touch my loved one's face Forever lost to me. Oh Ahriman, prince of darkness Be kind to me , For I am newly blind. Minnie Ann White '59 - V H S - ISLAND MEMORIES Waves beating on a rocky shore, Gulls circling in the sky, Gleaming white boats bobbing at their moors, The wind blowing through the pines with weird cries. When I am older and go away These scenes will be with me still Pleasant memories I'll recall each day Of the island home I love so well. Betty Burgess '62 - V H S - WHAT GOD MADE God made the world, So clean and bright, He made man, And gave the earth light. He made the blue waters, Which upon nation's fight, And gave us a mind, To know wrong from right. Roxana Calderwood '62 - V H S - POETRY Some people a rhyme can easily sing, But with me it is a different thing, So I'll give you a dime if you'll write mine, I hope you can think of an opening line, Some people write poems that are funny, But you will be writing mine for money. Now, Please put on your thinking cap, While I settle back for a little nap. Karen Lloyd '62

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THE EXILE 21 ACTIVITIES Back Row, left to right: Kenneth Conway, Kenneth Hatch, Bette Ellen Burgess, Arthur Philip, Minnie Ann White, Lida York, Mr. Sennett, Advisor. Front Row, left to right Shir- ley Dyer, Georgianna Hansen, Barbara Webb, Kirk Hansen. STUDENT COUNCIL This year officers of the Student Council with Mr. Sennett as faculty advisor were, President, Georgianna Hansen, Vice-President, Shirley Dyerg Secretary, Barbara Webb and Treasurer, Kirk Hansen. The Student Council has undertaken the project of selling candy to raise money for the General Fund and a dance for the same purpose. Art Philip '59