Mount Desert High School - Skipper Yearbook (Northeast Harbor, ME)

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earthlings themselves and the planet will be ours. Go out, as your broth- ers have gone before you, and learn about the enemy. Only by understand ing men can we destroy him. Go and mingle with the stupid unsuspecting earthlings. You can't believe it's really happening. You're ten minutes away from New York, and you're walking down the road with these creatures from Mars, creatures in the bodies of dead earthmen! Your brain is working fast. How can we learn to recognize them? At the fork in the road the Martians begin to split up, some in one direction, some in another. You take the road toward the city as fast as possible. A few minutes later you are in the office of your regional chief and he is saying Well, Nick, anything about those hair-brained people of the flying saucers? You reply, They are not hair- brained, Chief. I saw one! You talk fast, excitedly, the words tumbling out in your eager- ness to tell your story. But then you hear, Worms from Mars! ! Stolen bodies!! Oh, brother, now I've heard everything! ! Don't you believe me? Sure I believe you. I believe in Red Riding Hood and Jack and the Beanstalk, too. Now get out of here before I stop thinking it's funny, and discharge you for drink- ing on duty! ! I should have expected this. You try the editorial office of the Globe, but the results are the same. Listen, Nick, I'm a busy man. Go tell your story to the comic strip editor and stop bothering me. But it's true, I tellyou---TRUE! ! You realize there's only one thing you can do. You've got to get proof. A camera! Photographs will convince them. As you leave the bar, youglance around you. You wonder how many people hear you are earthlings like yourself, and how many are not. You stop at an all-night photo shop and buy a medium priced camera and some infra-red film. Your mind is whirling as you drive to the cemeteryg you're on the verge of the greatest discovery of all times! ! You'll be more famous than Columbus or Marconi. You are relieved to see that the saucer is still there, and some of the Martians are entering the ship. It looks as if everything were going to be very easy for you. I'll enter the ship with those people over there. I wonder why so many of them are coming back now? NEW ENGLAND'S LARGEST AND MOST Compliments of COMPLETE MUSIC STORE KING COLE Z0-24 Broad Street, Bangor, Me. 49 Bangor, Maine

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WHILE THE CITY SLEEPS Your name is Nick Kent. You are an F. B. I. agent, and you're scared to death. You crouch behind a tombstone in the city, cemetery, waiting, watch- ing, fearing---fearing, the horror that's sure to come. Suddenly, you hear a sound in the sky. Soft, steady, like the droning of a thousand bees. And then it comes into sight. You know now it was nota dream - it was not a hoax. The flying saucers are real, because youlre watch ing one with your own eyes! You'll be the first man on earth to prove flying saucers exist. Your hand trembles as you grip your revolver tightly. Deep down in heart things bullets cannot harm. Silently, the black ship lands only a few feet from where you crouch. A huge heavy door ponderously swings open. Your heart forgets to beat as you realize that you are about to set eyes upon the creatures who man the flying saucers. And then you see it! A sight almost too horrible to bear. You jam your fist into your mouth to choke the cry you dare not utter, but can't control. For the things that emerge from the strange ship are the most loathsome apparitions your mind can conceive. Like gigantic earthworms each burrows into the soft ground beneath--into the silent waiting graves. Compliments of LUCHINI'S RESTAURANT For a few moments a deadly quiet fills the graveyard, and only the sight of the waiting saucer con- vinces you that you really saw what your stunned brain refuses to be- lieve. Then,slowly, the ground begins to rise over each grave. You know the climax is at hand! Where the slimy creatures from the saucer had sunk a moment before, men and women rise up, bathed in the eerie light of the midnight moon. They slowly make their way to the gaping mouth of the waiting ship. In that split second you know what you have to dog there's no time for hesitation no time for turning back! You say to yourself, I've got to enter that saucer with them. You gamble that you won't be noticed. It is a desper- ate gamble for your life is at stake. The inside of the saucer is moldy and thick with slime. A fit dwelling for four, slithering worms. Now the procession stops. All eyes are on the creature in the front of the roomy a huge undulating worm-like thing which speaks your language, Hear me, creatures of Mars. Your time has come to strike. For months our people have been raiding the graveyards of earth, and substituting the bodies of earth's dead for our own. Soon we will outnumber the Compliments of FRANC IS AHLBLAD Ellsworth, Maine 48 Bar Harbor, Maine

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Once more you step into the gloomy hole just as dawn begins to break in the sky. Are we all here? asks the leader. Yes, oh leader, one answers. Then we return to Mars until tomorrow night. Your mind runs wild. Return to Mars!! ! Your startled brain reels as you realize you are trapped! What will I do? When we reach Mars, I'rn sure to be discovered. But then you become aware of another terrifying fact--you will never reach Mars alive! ! !! All of them are staring at you. Why? How do they know? They--they are changing back to Martians ! ! But l'm not!! I CAN'T! ! Look, oh leader, another earth- ling who tried to spy on us. Fool, didn't you realize we must change back to our own forms when day breaks? We cannot stand your bright Compliments of KINNEY DUPLICATOR COMPANY Bangor, Maine sunlight. Wh--what will you do to me? ? You know the answer to your question even before you are finish- ed asking. All you have to do is look at the open mouthsg look at the hungry eyes, look at the swaying worm-like figures slithering closer and closer- NO! NO! NO! Too bad they wouldn't believe you, Nick Kent. But then, they never do believe -- until it is too late! Pat Jordan '53 SNIFF -SNIFF Whad id zo rare az a code id Jaduary, Wid your doze zo zduffy you can hard- ly speag? Wid Tabzin, Azpinin, ad Adtihiztabid, Thad you're always zduffing dowd your beag? Whad id zo rare az a code in Jaduary? A code id DEZEDHER, FEBERARY BARch, ADeril, May, june, july, . . . Sally Scarborough '55 Compliments of FREEMAN'S STORE Southwest Harbor, Maine