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

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gape in horror at the fiery streak on the horizon. But in the unfortunate city there is no one to question the oddity of nature for no longer is there any city-eno, not even rubble, only ash, millions of tons of ash, which once were sixty-story buildings and quadruple-deck highways. Two million people die instantly, and in nearby cities, thousands will continue to drop for over a period of ten years, their body tissues and lungs seared beyond human aid.. What was the cause for such an outrageous atrocity? Two hours earlier, Oceanapolis, on the Pacific coast, had been completely annihilated by deadly bacteria bombs. New York and Los Angeles were next on the list, but immediate retaliation pri- vented that. ' This is the war of the future. Within twenty-four hours the Mediterranean State has been captured and occupied, though there isn't much to occupy. Peace reigns again, so back to today and reality. But is today real? Twenty years ago the atomic bomb was lmi possible to conceive or realize. Yes, the future holds much in store for us. But one thing is certain, tomorrow is as real as today. Robert Young '50 TI-IE ADVENTURES CDF TCM AND BUTCH It was nearly midnight. The old house looked more haunted than ever. We find young Tommy and his older friend Butch ap- proaching the house. Tom speaks: NGee, it looks awful dark in there.H Butch: alt is dark, but the dark never hurt anybody.H Tommy: nDo you think we should go in?U Butch: nSure, its the only thing we can do. If the old man is there we've got to get him out before midnight.n Tommy: nWe've got to hurry a little faster if we are to get out of here by midnight.U Butch: lupon entering the house! HI wish we could use a flashlight, it would make things a lot easier.n Tommyzg HShl Wasn't that voices?N Butch: nYou must be hearing things, they won't be here 'til midnight. By then we'll be out of here.U Tommy: UI'm sure I heard something, let's hurry.H Butch: UI think the stairs are over here. Take hold of the banister, the stairs are awfully steep.U

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nHel1o. Hrs. O. Flanningan? Did Mou hear what I heard?n UNO, Mrs. Hollaran, I didn't. That was it?N 'Wel1, I heard from Irs. O. Hannigan, who heard from hrs. Mahoney, who was told by her little boy Bonney, that he had heard Mrs. Otheleto tell Hrs. Huggins that-blah-blah-etc.n Yes, next to being servant of mankind, the telephone is the woman's best friend. for in the telephone a woman finds her best source of spreading gossip. So, by the great pioneering work done hy the telephone cor- porations and companies, Hrs. Hollaran can spread her gossip! Joe White, the returned soldier, can talk to his mother! Spike and Lucky can work up their dirty deals! the damhler can place his bets! the expectant father can phone the hosuital! J. C. Cclter can get his friend to come to dinner and, the lovers can make up. Joseph Perham '51 A JQURI'--.EEY INTQ THE FUTURE Join me on a journey into the future. The future of atomic energy, of cosmic ways, and of rockets. Rhat ve mill find there, now seems fantastic and exaggerated, hut hear with meg who knows? Now concentrate, you are lookirg ah:ad--ahead into 'the future. Deep in the dazzling back-country of Alaska, a wierd spectacle is taking place. Surrounded by several concrete struc- tures, a trim, sleek object is bein? prepared for its trip into the ionosphere. Its deadly war-head nrotrudes the launcting nit. Hours pass, and all is ready. into underground caverns, as a dan er buzzer rin In the control room, men in blue uriforns and forth. Before a tele-radar screen, a ticker from the rim of Crews scramble s out. arelnstling Lack :lovly ticks off the secondsf-5-4-5-2--an autonatic switch snaps on. There is an ever-increasing drone, like thetf of a magnified wind tunnel. Then, hefore five seconds have ela sed, there is an ear-rushing roar, and hell itself is hurled skiward. Slowly at first, then faster, it ascends into the heavens, leaving a trail of bluish smoke in its wake. Weird? Yes, but let us continue has reached its above the face friction of hi with the motion to descend. Vher altitudes and its fuel burns low, Three minutes later, the projectile of death peak of ascent, one-hundred and twenty-five miles of the earth. As its speed is decreased by the it curves of the earth. Then midway over Europe, it begins Half a dozen miles above a Qalkan capital, a blinding flash shatters the heavens. In Madrid, people stop and stare in amaze- ment as the rising sun is concealed hy a dark cloud. Parisians

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Tommy: HI think we'1l find him in this room.U Butch: NI hope so--come on, we've got to get him out of here.U h Tommy: HI know I hear voices.n ipausel 'Can't we go back?n Butch: HNo, we're going to carry out our plan.n Suddenly a scream was heard, then footsteps on the stairs. Was the scream that of the old man? Were the footsteps they had heard those of the men who were coming at midnight? If they were would they find the boys? From there until tomorrow at the same time we will leave you wondering what happens to Tom and Butch. This broadcast was brought to you by Zip, the new soap powder--. Jane Day '52 f' go 'a'f a.sEo WH shale! f--f.J,e: lx For eighteen years we were together, In every kind of wind and weather. We shared alike in joy and sorrow, And waited-for each new tomorrow. And nothing ever seemed just right If one of us was gone at night. Or maybe he was sick at home And then to school I'd go alone. But then one day in forty-three My brother joined the Infantry. And little did he know t'would mean That soon I'd be an only twin. He came to see us just once more, Then he was sent to Europe's shore. T'was at the battle of the Rhine That he went down mid'st blood and grime. And now when we sit down to eat, Beside me there's an empty seat. NO longer can I look and find His loving face, so good and kind. And oft at night in dreams I see, A vision of what used to be. When we were guided by our mother, Always me and my twin brother. A Rebecca Abbott '50