Paris High School - Chronicle Yearbook (South Paris, ME)

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A winner never quits: Le.. President Gary Shut Lo the Stars through difliculty ' Left to right, row 1: J. Gray, F. Hall, R. Merrill, J. Newell, Mr. Perham, Advisor: B. Gatcheu, O. Pulkkinen, Graves, B. Morrissette, N. Emmons. LAM, Row 2: B. Merrill, B. Yates, Starbird, B. Terry, K. Piirainen, G. Perkins, L. Corbett, S. Smith, S. Ransley, L. Starbird, J. Bates. Row 3: R. LaBay, D. Matthews, J. Timberlake, H. Gay, A. Knight, L. Neit, D. Maxim, R. Swallow, E. Stone, P. Welch. Row 4: R. Ladd, R. Glover, W. Kyllonen, K. Kozak, D. Iwans, S. Gordon, F. Glover, B. Foster, W. Bryant, J. Welch. Row 5: E. Everett, C. Cummings, R. Nelson, R. Sweatt, R. Kennagh, D. Cummings, M. MacGown, J. Simpson. Absent: C. Turner. QXXgi Z-'I fr Left to right, row l: B. Young, J. Graves, J. Smith, G. Morton, L. Gammon, Mrs. Hall, Advisor T. Averill, C. Thayer, J. Stone, Newton, M. Pulkkinen, Jackson. Row 2: Bean, P. Lovejoy, J. Stewart, L. Cummings, V. Pratt, Nickerson, C. Berube, F Bowen, B. Buck, C. Edwards, E. Morton, S. Irons. Row 3: Linti, L. Rowe, C. Verrill, M. Lothrop, N. Swett, J. Merrill, G. Johnson, F. Tirrell N. Kahkonen, L. Pike, G. Gove, G. Johnson. Row 4: W. Curtis, A. Huff, B. Chapman, R. Merrill, P. Wilbur, R. Harvey, R. Heath, H Damon, B. Conant, W. Cummings, O. Pulkinen, E. Pike, D. Howe. Row 5: F. Hill, D. Smith, C. LaBay, M. Cooper, L. Cross, D. Merrill, D. Vining, D. Conant, A. Pomeroy, M. Mann. Row 6: D. Robinson, H. Hall, L. Bisbee, A. Littlefield, C. Conant, D. Goddard. G. Mitchell. J. Bailey, P. Bisbee, T. Kelleher, L. Moore. R95 J and a quitter never wins. V4 itfgf.. ling? mn wr' i5,i?'1T.?'s - ,gs 1 '

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'N 'Fx Q V .. -1- .C . 0 X 1 ' 5 i CLASS OFFICERS Left to right: L. Peijll, Secretary: L. Gatcbell, Presidentg Mrs. XVZIITCII, Class .-Xdvisorg H. Bryant, Second Vice President: CL. Cray, 'lireasurexx So little done, so much to do. Absent: J. King, First Vice President. as E S 5 Z 5 l l a Left to right, first row: J. Curtis, B. Block, H. Bryant, L. Gatcliell, Mrs. Warren. Advisor: L. Pciju, G. Gray, D. Hall, K. Hill, 12. Bryant. Second row: P. Morse, P. Knigbtly, 12. Starbird, J. McKenzie, M. Paras dis, J. Libby, B. Nurmi, B. N'Vard, P. Chase. Third row: F. Henderson, E. Stockford, M. Wfliitman, S. Davis. N. Denney. B. Tllompson, A. Swan, A. Viles, M. Rideout, T. Bnmpus, B. Blnnpus. lfourtli row: .L Colby, A. Brown, G. Hammond, W. KCl'll'lZlllgll, D. Gray. W. Heilv kinen, J. McKenzie, C. Burgess, G. Mcfllister, K. Rowe.

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I A thing of beauty is a joy forever, It's loveliness increases, it will never Pass into nothingness, but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams and health and quiet breathing . john Keats A THING OF BEAUTY One has only to look about him to see a thing of beauty. It manifests itself in so many ways, yet it is sometimes difficult to understand. I see beauty in the outdoors. I see it in the grass and forestation spreading forth life, in the amazing worlds of insects and animals, in a babbling brook running swiftly, then slowly, through woods and meadows, in all that is a part of the nature of things. There is beauty in the steel and pounding heart of Industry, creating new life and shaping new forms, all working together, controlled, yet uncontrollable. Beauty abounds in any field of athletics: in the grace and silent form of the performersg in the anxiety and joy, the strife and grief of com- petition. What more is Beauty than the love of a mother for her child, or a child for his pet or newly found friendsg or the, silent love that grows be- tween two strangers 'until they met and it sud- denly surges forth as a bright flower springs from a seed. Literature is a thing of Beauty, moulded and blended into grace and perfection. Each word strikes deep into the heart, now full of sorrow, yet now so joyful. How amazing and wonderful that a handful of letters could be given life and feelings to express themselves so freely in shat- tering emotion. Yes, all things of Beauty will last forever. And why? Perhaps because Beauty is life itself. Gard Plummer '57 SNOWFLAKE Oh, little, tiny snowflake, So happy and so gay, I like to watch you whirl and dance Upon your merry way. Oh, little, tiny snowflake, Do you hear music sweet That tinkles through the frosty air just for your dancing feet? Oh, little, tiny snowflake, So pretty and so wee, Sometimes I think, when you go by, You turn and wave to me. By Judy Newell '59 THE HAPPY SONG Sing a song, sing a song, Ring the glad bells all along. Smile at him who frowns at you, He will smile and then they're two. Laugh a bit, laugh a bit, Folks will soon be catching' it. Can't resist a happy face, World will be a merry place. Laugh a bit and sing a song, Where they are there's nothing wrong, Joy will dance the whole world through, But it must begin with you. By Bonnie Morrissette '59 DESCRIPTION OF ROOM 3 It is a rectangular space of twenty-four feet in width, thirty-five feet in length, and twelve feet in height, bounded on three sides by solid stone walls. In its vast emptiness there sits a man lost in his own thoughts. Brrrrrrring! The door opens and in rush thirty-two dancing, prancing rays of light and hope. Each takes h1S own place, .and with deepest respect listens silently to every word uttered by the man in the blue gabardine suit. Brrrring! His face droops. There is an uneasy stirring. Brrrring! The rays of light dash out. The man is alone once more. John Simpson '59