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

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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

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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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As I turn my head, I quickly snap it backg I try to get up but as quickly settle back. Scavenger ants are swarming over my entire body. So quickly have they worked that I feel no paing they have cleaned the flesh from so much of my body that I just relax. When Karl at last finds me, my eyes are gone. He has hunted for me all night--alone. I hear his crying as he prays close beside me. I wish I could speak to himg tell him how good he is. But nog I am too far gone. How I wish I could shake Karl's hand and wish him the best--I know that after he buries me, he will have to go back to the expedition to find that precious uraniu i Richard Brett '54 POEM-WKHING: BLUES It seems that I could sit for hours Just trying to compose, I guess I'm just not talented At writing poems or prose. fggx It is so hard to think of things .v That really rhyme at all, M Mxfajfl The words just do not make much sense y z,n,g,',1, The minutes seem to crawl. Eg an EQQNK I rack my brain and muse and muse E3 at 25h Get madder by the minfte if' A, I Whoever thought of writing poems S:7'1Q, Kust be an outright Id'it. Aili Immonen '56 LIMEKICKS There once was a hotrodder, Sid Who always was willing to bid That a Ford is the car That's outstanding by far. Though you did buy a Lincoln, eh Sid? Doloris Duchesne '54 Pete's fender was ruined one day Though he had the right of the way 'Twas the shock of his life To discover his wife Was the one who was driving away. Irene Millett '54