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

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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

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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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HIS FIRST PARACHUTE JUM? At last he was going to get his chance! 'He had always wanted to jump from a plane with a parachute, but had never before had the opportunity. Now, he, Jim Scott, was in the army, as a member of the paratroopers, He was going to make his first jumph Some of the other fellows in the plane, who were also paraohuting for the first time, appeared nervous, but a few, like Jim. thought nothing of it. After all, Jim thought, what was there to be afraid of? Slowly the plane started moving, gaining speed as it rolled down the runway. Then, with a deafening roar of the engines, it rose into the air, Jimis heart beat fast with the excitement and thrill that one gets as he participates in a new adventure, Having climbed ten thousand feet, the plane leveled off, and a sergeant told the men to prepare to jump. Jim looked out of the window and gulped. The land looked very far away, and for the first time, he wasn1t so sure he wanted to jump. nJim Scott,H called the sergeant, and Jim was almost in- stantly on his feet, 4Now remember to pull the rip-cord, but not until youfre clear of the plane,H the sergeant said, With- out looking he jumped. The air struck his face, and he felt himself descending rapidlyg He pulled an the rip-cord and braced himself to sweat as he pulled on the really scared wanted to jump would never go for the shock, but nothing happenedL He began saw the ground coming up to meet him. Again he ripmcord,'but still nothing happened, He was now, uOh, why,V he asked himself Hhad I ever from a plane?n He vowed that if he survived he up again, He pulled again, but with no effect. Then he saw the ground right beneath himg the tops of trees flashed by, and them - - thumpg nGet up, Private Scott. Do I have to drag you out of bed every morning?H Jim found himself sitting on the floor beside his bunk, looking up at a very angry sergeant. Before he could get out of the daze, the sergeant continued. HCome on, get a move eng Donft you remember what day this is? In case youive forgotten, this is the day youlre to make your first parachute jump.u s Philip DlAiutolo '55