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

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it 0 al' Luterory Edutor Carol Thompson W1 CC' F Turrell M Whitman 58 X- M MucGown M Nurml J Sampson 59 x 9 2'- ,s QQ 1. rx 'fi- YQ Artist I 'Y 5w--- . U , 7 A luteruture IS the thought of thmlung souls Carlyle

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FRESHMAN CLASS OFFICERS AND ADVISORS Standing: Ernest Thayer, President. Seated: Jackie Denney, Student Government, Sandra Payne, Secretary, Alton Swan, Vice President Mike Haley, Student Government, Mrs. Stetson, Mrs. Jackson, fAbsent, George Viles, Treasurerl. k,-x-van I l 3 . is ,157-U his .Al uns. . Tum Fint Row: T. Foster, D. Goddard, D. Yates, B. Foster, N. Gay, J. Ladd, S. Bennett, L. Russell, B. Whitley, W. McKenzie, L. Conant, C. Merrill, C. DeCosta, T. Healy. Second Row: B. Gardiner, B. Bates, B. White, S. Gray, C. Aldrich, N. Carey, L. Brewer, B. Bennett, G. Ellis, D. Everett, G. Smith, K. Wilson, A. Hapgood, M. Nurmi. Third Row: P. Averill, P. Sawtelle, L. Record, R. Hatch, R. Paradis, A. Hammond, R. Nickerson, C. Whitley, C. Lombard, N. Jackson, L. Merrill, S. Collin, R. Smith, R. Nason, A. Mclauglin. if-J Fin! Row: L. Durgin, D. Bragg, L. Mitchell, E. Gatchell, J. Ladd, F. Smith, J. Burgess, G. Hatch, S. Ed- monds. Second Row: I. Piirainen, S. Houtari, A. McKeen, S. Sturtevant, M. Newell, J. Danksewicz, P. Kearney M. MacDonald, C. Johnson, S. Reynolds. I Third Row: P. Komulainen, R. Haines, C. Cummings, M. Barrett, B. Farrar, S. Abbott, R. Strout, J. Gammon, C. Curtis, E. Day. Setting out well is a quarter of the iourney-- Bohn

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.szfuclenf Sedcflon THE LAST CAST All his Iufe James Turner 13 years old had wanted to wan a prize In the annual town fishing contest Now he was standing at the foot of the long deep stretch of water that ran In back of the old farm that was his home He had tried for three years to land the mon strous brook trout he knew stayed there Four times he had hooked hmm only to lose hum be cause of faulty tackle Twice his leader had parted on the first powerful surge of the splendid native Two other times the hook had straight ened or pulled out Now the shadows lengthened as the sun crept nearer to the horizon The contest officially closed at sunset and the determined boy had been casting for nearly an hour landing only two small trout He had time for only one more cast The lme whipped back and forward as the tlny fly Int delicately on the still surface Suddenly the world exploded beneath the fly as an arched shape flew out of the water with the fly In Its laws There was no need to strike the fish had hooked hlmselfl The boy could only hang on as the fish surged a knife Tame stood still until finally the rushes became shorter the lumpmg less frantic At last the fish was wuthun arm s distance A last futlle thrashing and he was lifted from the water drlp pmg and gleaming in the waning sunlight There was no doubt that this fish would wln The boy trembled as he held hum up to admire hum Then the boy stooped down and put hum back into the water Somehow this beautiful fish couldnt be kllledl It lay there without moving for over a minute and then slowly glided out of sight an the qulet water The sun had set as the boy walked slowly up the path He glowed inwardly for he knew that the conquered would llve to fight again Martin Nurml 61 LUCKY SEVEN I thunk that for the most unforgettable day of my life I can draw a circle around the 28th of November in 57 That of course was during the remaining week of deer hunting and me being an ardent hunter I took to the woods once more In a desperate but determined effort to conquer the elusive white tail Now hugh on the side of a mountain I was wanting wnth frozen anticipation as to when the moment would present Itself with a tall bouncing down the mountain side Previously I had exchanged weapons with Dad since I would have the stand which represented the best long range shooting vnsnbnluty So here I was wauteng with 300 Savage In hand and all of slxcartrldges which Dad sand would be ample Dad trotted off In a clrcle around the mountain with the 12 gauge shotgun that I had always considered as my own personal deer slayer Thirty mln utes passed and shortly thereafter opportunlty knocked but loud There an the estimated dns tance of 200 yards flew a sizeable doe and a bugger buck headed on their downward trip on the brow of the adgommg ridge I squeezed off five shots In the course of thlrty long seconds with trees running Interference for these lightning targets By the fifth shot the deer became slightly confused as to my where abouts The buck took to the mountaintop with the doe heading my way After breechmg my final shell I took a flying shot at the doe spotted As she stood there I frantically searched for a single cartridge to clinch my expedition but my search was fruitless No more rifle shells were to be found In any one of my 14 pockets The best I procured were some 12 gauge shotgun shells The doe stood frigid now I could see the blood dripping from her hand quarter which put an gulsh In my heart for I would rather shoot and miss completely than be un a situation such as thus Well we stared at each other for at least five minutes until finally I threw the rifle on the ground In disgust only to look up and see my ex prize disappear over the ridge I tracked the ammal but to no avail Anyway I went home suffering from defeat and humlluataon My heart thumped even heavier when l thought about what lucky seven could have brought me In stead of plain ol turkey on that Thanksgiving of 57l Gary Shute 59 An honest tale speeds best being plainly told Shakespeare I I ' ' I I u 0 - e . ' ' . . . H H . . . , . I . I , . . . . . . . . I - I . . . - I . . . I . . I I-'JGCIC Gnd forth, CUTIIHQ 1I'l 0U9I The water like her in the hind quarter, and knocked her around. ' I u I ' a u n 1 a . . , . , . . I . I . , i ' . . I 1 . 0 n ' ' I n . . . , , . I . . ' .. ' . ll - - ll - - ' ' I 0 . 1 n 0 I ll II ll Il e - - I - . ' I u 1 c Tl I 11 ' - v -