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

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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

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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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' 'N' A' 1'7 , D31 31l.5-Jl1.7x 4 ' ffm Sisters are grand you must agree Sw ,,4Q1 ith When there are errands to be done. yQhrQa1-Hfjl 'D If my clothes are way up stairs, jva Xl IKE hxfm It's my sister who will run. fQAxQX,kdD N,Qf 153Af' K Alf! But she is growing much too fast, 1 And from my clothes she likes to chooseg W. ...., ,T f- A dress, a blouse, but oh! alas! ylx ,, It's gone too far, she has my shoes. 44 .X Phyllis Abbott '52 THE U NITE D NAT 1 9913 dome are leaving steady jobs and numerous relations, So they can go and fight a war, For the weak United Nations. The United Nations as a group would be one good step toward peace, Qut every country would have to pledge, that wer ideas would cease. Robert Martin '52 A TJIQTY-33353 ?RA'Y3R If I had a son who went to war, As millions have before, To the sorrows and the bloodshed, To open freedcm's door. I would not try to call hir back, To keep him close tb me, Butxonly pray, NEe brave, my son, ,f '?or the brave will keep us free. f . f Patricia Tsmminen '55 'I LQ' X X QQ' f J l QV K .- .5563 V? ,ff i97WN' fx Ik X , Y .XX JJ