West Paris High School - Nautilus Yearbook (West Paris, ME)

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There was a commotion near the school, so the workers walked down to see what was happening. They had been gone for five min- utes when Nr. Tinhelried heard a rumble on the hillside. It in- creased in volume until it was almost a deafening roar. Nr. Win- kleried ran to the door. The snow wall had let go and was tum- bling toward them. The people by the school began to run for shelter but the snow wave caught them. He could hear screams and shouts, but these were suddenly cut short. He slammed the door just as the snow wall smashed against the house. The clocks and watches were knocked from the wall. The whole house shook, but somehow it stood the battering. Nr. Winkelried lit an old lantern and surveyed the situation. The avalanche had stopped now but the shop was buried beneath tons of snow. Fe ouickly tore the stove funnel from the stove but the chimney was covered. The screen over the top, to keep out birds in the summer, had prevented the snow from filling the chimney. The snow was loose and kept the cabin supplied with air e- nough so he could breathe, but there was no possible escape. Fe would be a prisoner here until he died from starvation or maybe a rescue party would arrive and dig out the town for possible sur- vivors. The time passed slowly. Fe tried to think of possible means of escape, but it seemed hopeless. In the little shop it was drv and though there was no fire he could keep warm by moving about, although he was weak andcould not keep from drousing. Finally he awake with a start. He could not, understand what had caused him to awake. Then he heard it--a deep, husky, voice, HIS anyone there? Is anyone alive? This is a skiing party from over other side.n No! it wasn't possible! He was dreaming! But oh God! it was true for the light was coming through the chimney. It had been uncovered. He tried to answer but he could only whisper. He tried again but no success. My God! Fe had to answer or the people would leave. This thought was too much for Mr. Vinkelried. He lost his senses. He grabbed anything in reach and heaved lt. Watches, clochs, chairs, even the lantern went crashing at the wall. Then it all vanished before his eyes and he fell to the floor unconscious. But the commotion had arrested the attention of the shiers. Arnold Uinkelried was saved: the only survivor of the two hundred inhabitants of the village, he had been found by a siiing party from Rapperswil that happened upon the flag pole at the corner of the shop, the only thing that showed above the snow. Glenn Fayes '53

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The city fellow had gone halfway up the mountain when a par- tridge took out in front of him. Well, he jumped about three feet in the air an' fired two shots before he hit the ground. This scared him because he sat down and smoked three cigarettes within two minutes. He finally got up and checked his gun and started up the mountain, as if he were hunting for a sniper that might be hidden in the bushes. He had gone about three hundred feet when a fly- ing squirrel went sailing through the air in front of him. This scared him so he dropped his gun and couldnlt shoot if he wanted to. He then advanced the rest of the way without seeing a thing. He reached the sized clearing. He sat on the very top top of the mountain where there was a good- went to the biggest rock he could find and of it hoping a big buck would walk out in front of him. He sat there for thirty minutes and then started for an apple He reached the apple orchard in a few orchard to the south of where he was sitting. minutes. There, stand- ing in the middle of the orchard near a small clump of alders, was a little Well, I World War II that counts. after he got fawn. don't think the lO3rd corp as that city feller did. He get him and that's all I can't say that there were many alders standing through. I guess he was planning on keeping every- shot as many times in thing because he didnft stick him or clean him. He just packed him on his back and walked out of the woods, happy as a clam. Edward Buck '52 THE fllbl LANG I-'J E It was a hot day for this time of year in the Alps. The snow was melting on the mountain slope above the little village, where all activities were following their usual course. Mr. Winkelried was on his way-to work in the small watch shop at the edge of the town. Mr. Letts was sweeping the steps in front of his small cot- tage. Mrs. Letts and Mrs. Rasel were discussing the latest news: UTho new family, that had just moved in, were all set in their house: Mr. Hayner had broken his finger the night before, and would not be able to work for several days. Mr. Winkelried was practically at the shop. Casually he greeted the children on their way to school and as he entered the shop he hummed an old German tune. He immediately went to work assembling the small watches, At 10 o'clock the workers went outside for a smoke. Mr. Winkelried was Putting the tiny gears in a small watch so he did not leave.

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The The The The The - H -'---1'-1-'ew .D3J5Jf.I,v1.f.51.l, wind lifts the branches and sways them so slightly. sound of the crickets comes ever so lightly. , breezes make rippling waves in the grass, Daylight goes swiftly, but Night too will pass. Birds give a serenade equal to Schubert. At messing the trees Mother Nature is expert. The The proud, graceful poplars march on down the lane. birches are Watching as Night comes again. Connie Dolphin '55 'THREE Q T LA 3 URS Sometimes I yearn for palaces and kings, Diamonds and rubies and all of those thingsg But there are things I you see treasure above all, The sound of your voice, The touch of your lips, And a bit of your company. I'll have all my riches, my comfort, my home, And accept what Ifm granted wherever I roam, If I can depend that thcre'll always be The sound of your voice, The touch of your lips, And a bit of your company. Thelma McKeen '51 32 .fl FRIEND Be a friend. You don't need money, Just a disposition sunny. Be a friend. You donft need glory, Friendship is a simple story. Be a friend. The pay is bigger, Though not written in a figure. You'll be richer in the end, If you'll only be a friend. Irene Ross '51