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

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THE MALE A NJMAL What about them, you ask? Plenty! For instance, let's take a man at home. He definitely cannot wipe a dish without dropping it. Planning a simple meal would be, for him, like trying to arrange an intricate jigsaw puzzle. And girls, don't ever let a man cook a meal. When it comes to the steak, he'll wonder, UDid she say boil or broil?H Believe me, a boiled steak isn't anything to whet an appetite. f ' Now, sweeping a floor comes a little easier to the man of the house. When he's finished, the floor is somewhat cleaner but the corners are just as dusty as ever. The divan has a lovely nick in one leg, the television set shows a battle-worn scar on its beautiful maple surface, and that,floor lamp that stood so majestically in one corner, is now just a broken, battered piece of iron at Joe's Junk Yard. What happened to it? You guessed itl Our hero gracefully tripped over the cord while attempting the art of housecleaning. All these instances show what a man really is, a clumsy, helpful idol that women couldn't live without. Doloris Duchesne '54 A LUIMEKJCK HNaut'lus Dayn puts a shine on each class, Trim new clothes adorn each lad and lass Why it is, can't you guess, For the change at P. H. S.? Well, of course! It's the man with the flash! Fargaret Perham '54 D1 T T C1 There once was a teacher from Paris Whose student was named Billy Harris You'll be at a loss Said good teacher Ross If you doh't learn the laws of West Paris. Kathryn Ward '54

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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

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