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

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MY FAM ' LY I've a'ways ate since I can 'member With Brother'n Sistuh, too. Thuh times was tough in wintr'y months, But somehow we sawed them thru. Mom a'ways was a-cookin' somep'n, An' Dad was busy, sure, He a'ways was a-workin' late, An' early he'd do the chores. when I was twelve or thereabouts, I guess it was quite tough To get enuff of food an' clo's To have 'bout half enuff. Them days was bad for farmin' folk, which had no other way, To earn their brend'n taters good 'Cept they was to pay. My dad, he had to go to work, So Bob an' I done chores. An' oft we lay awake at night, An' thought of lifo's great store. The day my sister graduates My mom an' dad feel bad, They know shelll train an' be a nurse Which should'a made 'em glad. But then the day Bob graduates ' 'N the fnm'ly's gettin' small, An' when I leave for U. of M. , There won't be none at all. .yn , E. Richard Bre t '54 x ef ff if V ' f elsne our roww f T, Our town is just a little place -. ELL -... And the people nwnber few. ' x Q' Not large in size, not widely known, el! Nor has it much that's new. 5 Yet I fain would swap for any other-- X fiiwvl This town is just too dear, -.lf Why search we far for greener pastures 1,' L When the best in 11fe's r-ight here? 'Q' Margaret Perham '541'J,j?nfx' L,,N 5, xv

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Mrs. Carter retorted, nDo as I tell you, or else.u go Jo Ann protestingly started for the Jamesonsi. After a few, slow, self-pitving blocks, grim pictures began to flash through Jo Ann's mind and she began to worry. She rounded a corner on the run and bumped smack into Joe Jameson. HIS my little brother at your place?U she asked breath- lessly? UI was just coming over to your house to look for Butch.n nBil1y wou1dn't get into trouble like this if it werenlt for Butchln Jo Ann said worridly. uBilly's the one who is always thinking up hair-brained schemes like avaitor and space eadet,U declared Joe somewhat hotly, UGood heavens, you don't suppose they have decided to play space cadet and jump from the roof of the old Frenchman's barn like they did last summer do you?n Jo Ann cried in ter- ror, as she clutched Joe's arm. They raced to the site of the previous summer's escapade and there were the two culprits, calmly playing about the barn After they had all talked for a few minutes Joe looked at Jo Ann and whispered shvlv WGein5 to that prom at schoo1?u NI don't know yet.n uGoing with me?N Uwell, I - well I guess so.n Billy winked, and Butch turned a series of eartwheols. Plan X had worked, B. H. Witham '55 .LW-Mmlw-:fZ:?RE55E?Wf: on .-,. ,.,.-i - ' .,,, , of - '

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S EESENJ 'I Y The birds are hushed, the frogs are still, Even the heron by the mill. From the squirrel's nest--not a stir. The quail has goneg her young with her. The hare has disappeared-from sightg The beaver dam'is locked up tight. Things are peaceful, but not for longg This is the quiet before the storm. Therefs suddenly a flash and roarg The rains descend--there's peace no more. Sandra Gardner '57 X I .r H f- M! rlfljixfzbf ,five ' ff 1' I found in spite of all my toil A Q 4 9 which I gave to my garden soil, ' laf f, X That when 1 plant my little seeds, ,f IJ, Ng I reap my harvest of just weeds. t, ' sl I ,NN V ,9 IMf A,,.. Norman Millett '57 dy' f 4ff W.M SEQTQENGIFIME When springtime comes the trees are green: They make the for'st a pretty scene. The flow'rs are blooming bright and gayg The birds are singing, HNOW It's Nay.W gd Mary Jane Abbott '57 'iiylffif' , ,- I mf. cfxlnxnr figgi Our gallant men forever strive .fK, Q' To keep democracy alive. ' !f L j For peace and freedom evermore, K , im, y These gallant men fight o'er and o'er. ,iFi't ?5siQ3 Nancy Andrews '57 Z , at x 5