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

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HIGH SCHGOL ROMEO It was a beautiful spring day and the sun was shining bright on the campus, Harry Hanover strutted up the white walk leading to the school steps whistling, Hlim in Love with a Wonderful Guy.N Harry is the personality plus boy of the Darling High School, A mass of muscles, stands Utimll 5f8U in the air, and this is all packed into 140 pounds. DoesnYt this sound like an ideal physique? He is active in sports: the captain of' the ping pong team, the croquet team, the tiddly winks team, and last but not least, the official bat boy of the baseball team, His towhead can always be seen among a crowd of girls. How he manages to get himself into the crowd, I canft see. He considers himself the Arthur Murray of the local dance hall -- very graceful with his size 12 shoes! In his own eyes he is the school female thriller. As Harry enters the hall, immediately he sees a cute Wbombshellu all by herself standing by HLovers1 Gush,U uHi there, baby,U Harry said, as he rolled his big blue eyes and hurried to her side. UYou shouldnlt be all alone,U uHi, Harry,n she managed to reply, Uthank you, but I'd rather'be alone if you donit mind. Ifm waiting for my boy- friend, Spike,n UOh, well,U said Harry as he casually walked away, UI'll be on my way, but remember, cutie, if youlre ever alone, my phone number is Catchme l25.U Of course, Harry didnit want to admit it, but he was secretly terrified because he well knows that Spike is considered the toughest boy in school and what he does to guys he finds hanging around his girl. After classes that day, Handsome Harry, the heart beat of the opposite sex, sauntered out into the hall passing a group of girls talking and laughing. nHumph, here comes Hopeless Harry, girls. What a pestlu They all breathed a sigh of relief as Harry walked by, Little did he dream of the nature of their conversation because Harry was too engaged in whistling his favorite tune. UI'm in Love with a Wonderful Guy,W ' Connie Swift '54

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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

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A DREAM COME TRUE At last old age has caught up with me. It seems that no matter how hard a person tries to stay young, her turns gray and her old bones start to creak. But one good thing about my growing old, I'm hair finally finally liv- ing where I've always wanted to. Every time I passed Lakeside with its wide iron gates and green, well-kept grounds, I knew that's where I wanted to go when I grew old. Harkl I hear a car coming up the drive. Now it's stopped. Oh, it's my daughter, Nora, and my darling little granddaugh- ter, Sue Ellen. They're coming over here. Maybe and talk a few minutes. they'll stop 4Sue Ellen, don't sit on the grass. You'll get grass stain on your yellow dress.H That's Nora. She's always scold- ing Sue Ellen if she gets the least bit dirty. 'Grandma, see the beautiful flowers I've brought you? Isn't the red one pretty?H Bless her heart, she always brings me pretty flowers when she comes to see me. 'Come along, Sue Ellen. Maybe we'll come back next Sun- day.W Well, they're gone now. Oh, how lovely it is here. It's so nice and shady under the maple tree, and I'm right next to the road where I can see the cars speed by and people come in through the big iron gate. Yes, I'm finally at home. At home with folks folks who have my likes and dislikes--folks who at my old-fashioned whims. You see, I'm resting in Lakeside Cemetery! Irene What a wonderful thing is And oh! Milton Berle, He makes my hair curl, 1, Alfred fa, S, G 444: Zag, - 'fs Ts -w-5 a: 1 DQ.. 1 'Q ' E' Y f A . ' , , , - i, g 'V 1- V F, ' la, f' x,. I 1 f G ' ,if il' ,W VL see all the my own age-- don't laugh peacefully, Millett '5b 'lf V TROUBLE T. V., 'T would be better without Pinky Lee, For his corny, old jokes sure get me. Hakala '54