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

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THE VOICE OF AN ANGEL The story takes place in a little village in Italy. A man who kept faithfully for many years begins to write: january 27: Dear Diary, As you know, a year ago today I lost my wife and child. This is t ning of the new year for me and though I walk the streets and I'm lonel keep living in the past. Tomorrow I start anew with only God's help to g january 28: Dear Diary, Today I heard the voice of an angel, a little Polynesian girl. It e me as though it truly were that of a 'God-sent' voice. january 29: Dear Diary, 1 was told today that the little Polynesian girl, Rosita, lives with Rosita's aunt is old and she can't care for the house, or Rosita. To think little angel has to live in such fashion. February 5: Dear Diary, Maybe you wondered what had happened to the angel and me in week. The little angel? Don't worry, I haven't lost track of her. The lit haired, brown-eyed, 9-year old and I have been getting acquainted this By the way of lollipops, ice cream, sodas, and amusement park finally learned her story. Rosita's mother and father were killed in the w her alone in the world with only her elderly aunt to care for her. She understand the English language better since I've been talking to her. she is 'very gratitude' for what I have done for her and her dream is America and sing. I'll tell you the rest later. February 9: Dear Diary, Today we are on our way to America and Rosita's wish will be She will be allowed to 'seeng'g for as soon as we land we will begin rrly 'The Voice of an Angel' and Rosita will be the star, for you see I'm the H actor and singer, Mario Lanza. is diary e begin- , I can't 'de me. thralled er aunt. hat this his past le black- eek. I have leaving eems to She says to go to granted. movie, llywood Alice Youngf '60. OUR HONORED DEAD The sun was slowly sinking, peace reign'th over all, The woodsy vine was twining around the crumbled wall. Beyond, the graves of soldiers, the valiant, strong and true, Their pennants gaily waving of red, and white, and blue. Although we cannot realize the untold agony, l The suffering and the yearning they endured across the sea. Upon the bloody battlefields the Hame of hope not gone, Through days and nights of struggling, they still kept marching on, As now they lie, eternal peace surrounds each silent grave, Above, the proud and mighty flag looks down with prayer and praise. For us, they fought against the foe, to grant our country peace, Oh, may the souls of Honored Dead march on to never cease. Donna Andrews, '58. 2 2 l

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Whew, I never thought I'd make it. Don't you simply hate this dress? I think it looks fumpy! sputtered Debby, now in her dress and nearly ready. She was scarcely recognizable as the girl who had been dressed in the blue jeans and plaid shirt just a very short while ago. As Debby swirled around to show off the dress she hated so much the door- bell rang. Oh, my goodness, there's jeff! Golly, throw me those pumps, will you please. jeff was waiting at the bottom of the stairs as Debby and YOU came down. He took one look at Deb and whistled. Gosh, Deb, he said, you look real cool! Why thank you, Jeff, l'm glad you like the dress. It's my favorite. Guess what, Dad said we could use the car tonight, isn't that wonderful? VVell, are you ready? I'd hate to be late for the party. As they started to go Debby suddenly turned to YOU. Golly, she said, I'm afraid I wasn't much help to you. I'm awful sorry, maybe some other time. No other time needed, Deb, I found out all I needed to know, said YOU with a smile. A FRESHMAN I saw a little Freshman Come walking in the door, His face was filled with sorrow, He just can't smile no more. In one hand was his beanie, On his face a forlorn look, He can't hang up his beanie 'Cause he cannot reach the hook. At his heels the faithful puppy Walked slowly down the aisle, His big eyes filled with sadness, He must leave his pal awhile. And so the little Freshman Took his seat among the rest, Though his head is filled with day dreams, He will try to do his best. Irene Berry, '60. There was an old man of Peru, Who's destination nobody knew, But once by mistake, A wrong road did take Now he lives in the town where he grew. William Whitman, '58. Mary Boyle, '58. I DARKNESS Darkness surrounds me Like the whisper of death. Its visage o'erwhelms me With subtle breath. The darkness is calm But, ah, not Ig As its silent shroud spreads With a shuddering sigh. Darkness broods terror Comes like a sprite, Darkness is madness Darkness-is night. E. Sundelin, '60. OUR TEACHERS We have a new French teacher, A young and handsome guy, If only he were single Oh, how the girls could Hy. The principal is next to come With his mighty voice, He rates tops and more as coach With all the basketball boys. Those who enter business course Lucky are they, true, For if you plan more schooling, It's easier to do. Scientist Stearns, the last in line, The head cheerleading boy, When basketball girls find victory It adds much to his joy. Elizabeth Abbott, '61

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