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

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- PICNIC Pack up the sandwiches, pickles, and cake, The salad, the olives, the franks and the steak. We're off to the woodland, where Nature is calling, And thrushes are shrilling and beetles are crawl- ing. Now spread out the food on tables and benches, While into the revels the kiddies throw wrench- es. Small Gail in the brooklet is already sprawling, While Judy and jane are delightedly brawling. The grub tastes so good in these great open spaces, We're just a collection of great open faces! And now come the snapshots, the searching for flowers, The darkening clouds and the threatening showers. Let's hurry and pick ufp her clutter and crusts, For that's on the list o barbecue's musts. Now put out the fires and the cigarettes too- That's one of the things all good picnickers do. Although we are tired, and the party is over, We must leave the scene as we found it-in clover. . . The start of a picnic's all sweetness and light, But won't we be happy to get home tonight! ! ! Betty Merrill '57 STOP! I ! Speakers, I Hnd, Are often inclined To sprinkle their wisdom and wit With prognostications, Abundant quotations, Profuse illustrations, Exact explanations, Detailed observations, Repeated summations, And lots of good places to quit. Gard Plummer '57 MUSIC, THE LANGUAGE OF THE WORLD Music is a combination of elements, namely, melody, harmony, and lorm. These three ele- ments are the foundation upon which the artist paints a picture. The musical elements must be present in order that the composition be one of music. They are rather a basis, or a plan, to which must be added variation, in order to ex- pand upon the main theme. There is still another point which the com- poser must consider, is the composition going to represent that which is within the realm of human dominion, or of the ghastly horror of a nightmarish battle? The many famous composers of the world must be the poets of their own profession, able to capture the moods, the ideals, and the dreams of people, and transform them into a musical masterpiece, presented to the people in a pleasing or consoling manner. X Matthew W. MacGown '59 MOTHER NATURE'S GIFTS Place yourself on the top of a hill just alter a feathery snow has covered the earth. Looking into the valley you see one of the most beautiful sights of winter. r The trees, tall, and with outstretched arms, covered with snow are protecting the creatures which live in and around the forests. Looking off to the right, you catch a glimpse of a beauti- ful white spire, the steeple of a little country church. Perched above the doorway of this little church is a small white dove. In the churchyard you see, row on row, the tiny white crosses rest- ing place of loved ones. U Looking still further, you view a small, ice- covered stream which flows through the valley. Off in the distance are rolling hills, crested with snow, their peaks reaching heavenward. Then you look upward into the beautiful, starlit sky, with it's many constellations, and it makes you realize that there is certainly a supreme Being far greater than ourselves. Judith Gray '59

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WHY What is life, that you and I Must sit and sit, and wonder why? Why are we happy then sometimes sad, Why are we good then sometimes bad. Why do we like some folks and dislike others, Why not treat all like sisters and brothers? It's said sometime we all must meet Beyond the path trod by mortal feet. What is the need of bother and fuss, lf there is a life all planned for us. Or if we have no directed road, Why must we carry life's heavy load? Won't someone put straight all this confusion, Or is the confusion just an illusion? By Thelma Bumpus '58 BEAUTY There is a quality which my thoughts now dwell upon. 'Tis a paradox to some, A mystery shrouded by a materialistic world. Through the ages of history both the great and small Have discovered its eternal force. It has been the creation and destruction of man. This non-stereotype quality can be depicted by the brush Of an artist, the writings of a poet, the Com- position Of a musician, and often best of all through the Simple wordsof the common man. Its size is of little importance, yet its capacity is of Greatest significance. The most valuable asset is its Ability to be shared, or as the most priceless gift, Given completely away. Carlene Lary '57 THE STILL, DARK NIGHT The snow drifts down, down through the pale light of the street lam as I walk slowly down the street. My feet shuffle noiselessly in the cold, white snow. My face is washed in the small flakes. They sting as they fall, but melt with the warmth of my skin. As I move away from the street light my shadow makes a path on the still, untrod snow. Now the moon sheds light, silvery light on the snow. It sparkles like a thousand diamonds beneath the pale, blue light. Tiny stars blink in their dark blue setting and the night is still. Now I see red and green Christmas lights. As I pass the house the beauti- ful music of a Christmas Carol drifts out into the night. But again the night is still. The stars and moon shine. The snow drifts softly .,.... A hot tear falls from my eyes. This is beauty, this is peace. Nancy Emmons '59 THE KNEE-HIGH MAN Have you ever heard of the Knee-High Man? He was unhappy because he was so small. He was always looking at the big animals with envy. They could do so many things that he could never hope to do. It was easy for them to be brave when they were so strong. They could see wonderful far-away places because they were so tall. . Finally, the Knee-High Man could stand it no longer. He got up his courage and walked straight up to the black horse. Please, Mr. Horse, he said, tell me how to be big like you. That's easy, neighed the horse, eat oats and lots of grass, then gallop about the fields, about twenty miles or more. That's the way I grew big and strong. The Knee-High Man did just as the horse advised, but the oats filled his stomach so full that he felt sick, and the galloping wore him down till he felt smaller than ever. He would just have to find another way to get some size for himself. While he was looking around for another big creature to advge him, he heard the hoot owl calling from a high tree. The owl was not big, but it was said to be very wise. Please, Mr. Owl, called the Knee-High Man, can you tell me how I can grow to be big and strong? Pray tell, why do you want to be big? Hootecl the owl. I never know when someone might start zz fight with me, said the little man. Has anyone ever tried to start a iight with you? Asked the owl. Well, no, answered the Knee-High Man. The owl then said that wasn't a very good reason. r The knee-high man decided to try again and said, I want to be tall so I can see far-away places. The wise owl also had an answer to this one. You can climb a tree, can't you? From the branches of a tree, you can see far-away places. The Knee-High Man ,stood looking up at the owl. He did not have a thing to say, so the owl spoke again. You don't need to be bigger in the body, but you surely do need to be bigger in the brain. With this last statement, the wise old owl flew away leaving the Knee-High Man to think about what he had said. By Judy Newell '59

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