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

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ffqffxl cfyfwfg I like our General Science class I have a lot of fun, Llp Q Laughing, fooling, whispering, So my work does not get done. I throw spitballs across The teacher looks at me, the room, And I don't know how it happens When in conduct I get--E. Pat Tamm TSH! TSHQ 5 A teacher comes to the study hall Two boys are in a fight, And then he says to each of them Stay after school tonight! Red, Shed Of c Rupert Martin '55 When inen '55 POOR RED! There once was a gambler named Who had a poker game in his heating there were traces he laid down five aces, New Red hasa hole in his head. 'ri-lf swev HALL THE In study hall at West Paree, The We pupils study hard. Nine We study all the ways to catch Our The teacher off his guard. The ' The If we succeed in doing so, We try our deviltry. The More of'n than not, we don't get hot Caught Because welre quick you see. The fame Robert Brett '55 The KUMMY.wJ There was a mouse whose Jimmy Young '55 BASKETHALLGANE score it stood at ten to team new had the ball, boys werefeeling very fine bell new ended all. teams had played a fair, game They never tried to cheat. team from home had won the others had defeat. Glenn Hayes '55 TAMY name was Dummy, And he loved to play a game called Rummy. But one day he went out To look all about, And now he's in a cat's fat tummy. Glenn Hayes '55

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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

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DJ 'XRTMUQWDTJ X JJ.l.g1 .i.l,: .. All my life I have been precise, exact in all my acts, but this once I was careless and forgetful. Perhaps it was the fas- cination of the spectacle that was to come, the idea of so im- mense antaccomplishment of which I was to be a part. It seems as though I should be spared the consequences of one mistake, but this was not to be my fate. Now that I have your attention, I'll tell you my story. The scene of my dilemma was the testing grounds at Oakhidge, Tennessee. My occupation at the time? Well, 1et's say I was with the atom bomb experimentalists. My mistake? Quite s1mple.' I thought there were ten minutes left till the thing blew but there were only ten seconds. There wasn't much too lt, the end that is: a roar like a Niagara Cascade, the flash of 200,000,000 watts, and the heat of twenty hells. I guess it was the heat that did it: it decomposed the atoms of my body and rearranged them in another dimension. Yes, another dimension! Not the dimensions of the plane, the depth, the infinite or the dimension different dimension which I shall call is the same as the world from whence continent forms, the same ocean and everything is empty, desolate, still. land are of a strange and morbid proup. of color, but a stronger, Dimension X. Basically it I came. The same barren the same sky above. But The inhabitants of this There is no actual life as you understand it, just mere passive existence. There areno plants, animals, fish, aye, even people which can be classified among the llvinpg for to you, the living, they are dead. There is only sadness here, the sadness of eternal life. Among the creatures of this land are the lependary UFly1ng Dutchmann and the accursed Nwanderinp Jew.N Here stand the haunt- ed castles and murky swamps of cosmic intensity harboring the phosts of millions of years. Such are this barren land's Upopu- lationng immortal refugees from life, condemned to wander forever unseen over the face of the earth because neither Heaven nor Hell would accept them. Sometimes by some freak accident of dimensional nature it is possible for the citizens of ND1mens1on Xu to return for a brief period on earth. That is the reason you can see and hear me now. Well, that is my story and now I must return. You don't believe me? I'm drunk? Well, look in your papers tomorrow and read of the Mysterious Disappearance of Professor John Lydon, expert on nucellus bombardment. Joseph Perham '51