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

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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

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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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U-2.363 f I open my eyes.' cr-f.r-rx Orange rays of sun struggle through a high green wall of vegetation. My nose strains against suffocating humidity. A bitter early-morning taste fills my mouth. The walls of my heart seem about to burst as blood surges from chamber to cham- ber. As full consciousness comes to my body, I try to tmoveg I turn 'fly heads s 0 0 0 9 s A Back in '48, Missionaries in the Amazon region of South America reported finding stones showing traces of powerful burning agents. The United States Consul in Brazil, learning of the fact, notified the U. S. Atomic Energy CG1.iSSiOne Dmnediately plans were st rted for an expedition to search the jungle before the commission should purchase rights to val- uable minerals there. Karl Gherst, a young German mining en- gineer, and I, a civil engineer, were among the members of the expedition. Karl and I had started engineer training in the same class and we soon became inseparable friends. Due to a lack of trained personnel, the scientists working on the atomic-powered sub UNautilusH engaged young inexperi- enced science students to help in various experimental fields required for such an undertaking. As all engineers learn the fundamentals of most of the technological professions, we had an opportunity to choose our experimental field. The dense jungle growth was surprisingly dark as we headed east along the Amazon River for the first time. Only two out of the seven of us had ever traveled through jungle land, and we had abstained hiring guides for security reasonsg however, we were thrilled with the excitement of new scenes and felt se cure with all our specially prepared equipment. ' Visibility was discouraging the third morning as we set out, but the Geimer counters started clicking faintly for the first tune. Karl was detailed to one of the instruments while I carried some of the light testing equipment. Toward noon it happened. Those with counters had gone ahead, I was straggling on the right of the group carrying light packs. Starting to go around a vine plant with huge leaves, I was startled by the appearance of a lizard-like beast. Although the little devil was no more than four feet long and a bit over a foot high, chills ran through my body as I noticed its small slanting BYSSQ I started to move backward and stumbled--various leather equipment cases flew everywhere. My head struck a rock with a sickening cr-r-r-unch, and I knew that I was passing out. . . Q