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

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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 -

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COUNTRY SCENE The stars twunkle un the sky ln the butter cold they look luke small diamonds puercung through the dark blanket of the heavens The golden moon touches the treetops and uts sulver lught makes grotesque shadows on the pale blue and whute snow The wund tugs at a snowbank and a swurl of snow dances across the field It flounces over a druft and slowly dusuntegrates ln a dustance a small red farmhouse lues be tween two snow covered hulls a ruddy face peekung over the whute fields Small ucucles hang from the roof of the farm house They sparkle brulluantly un the golden moonlught luke crystal chandeluers un brughtly lut dunung rooms In a few hours the sun wull ruse takung away all the quuet somber beauty of the nught and wull replace ut wuth the hustle bustle brught busu ness of day Sandra Smuth 59 PEACE ON EARTH' He peerung up through the thuck black stull ness of nught fixed hus gaze on the heavens above Wuth the moon sendung uts glowung raduance down upon hus upturned face a weurd and fascunatung pucture forms un my mund Hus shunung haur framed a gentle troubled face luke a halo and the long sulver strands fall softly upon hus slughtly slumped shoulders Wuth the absence of all hate and wrong from hus fraul body he stands ullumunated un the stull of the nught agaunst the cold unfruendly world But somethung some one thung present un the soul of thus man guves to hum the added strength he needs to fulfill hus duty Standung on the hull he opens hus arms wude to envelope the valleys below and the heavens above Embedded un hus soul us the love and fauth that fills the nught aur wuth uts untense stullness The nught breeze whups thoughtfully at the folds of hus gown whuch softly encurcles hum cus ut falls gracefully to rest on the velvet carpet of nature For the fauth of hus people for peace for love for understandung for forguveness for equaluty thus troubled man standung there on the hull scans the depths of the heavens above wuth words of prayer sulently uttered as he searches for help and guudance Wendy Sue Thompson 60 THE STUDENT BUS The student bus us the nousuest place un the world' There may be no cannon fire or ex plodung bombs but thurty members of the faur sex all tryung to sung a dufferent song louder than anyone else creates more straun on the male eardrum than any chemucal blast lt takes a loy ous predomunantly female group to reveal the true unner emotuons whuch are pent up durung the school week The quuetest best mannered gurl un the class suddenly changes unto c screamung shrew shoutung Short Shorts at the top of her lungs un two sharps whule her neughbor trues to keep up un three flats Those ants must get very tured of marchung all those mules lust to get out of the raun and Harry has been carrued to the ferryboat so many tumes that he should get cut rate I belueve raduos should be unstalled un all buses goung to basketball games un order to keep the future solousts of the Northeasters on key and the boys on theur rockers Moral Next tume take the traun John Sumpson 59 Paunted fingernauls used to be the mark of the abandoned woman but they have come a long way un a sungle generatuon and a lot of gurls now paunt theur nauls who havent aban doned anythung except a couple of bucks for the set The other mornung we vusuted our dental emporuum to get our choppers cleaned and as we recluned un the arms of the female oral hyguenust we were surprused to note that even her nauls had been paunted Red as a ruch mcun s barn they unsunuated themselves cleverly unto my mouth and we felt that uf we should close quuckly on them wed get the sudden taste of lobster And not long ago we had some blood removed from our arm un a hosputal and the nurse who tapped us had blood red nauls as though she had dupped them dountuly un our lufe stream as un a fingerbowl Sunce there us noth ung prettuer than a pretty hand we often wonder why women persust un messung themselves up that way the same sort of umpulse no doubt that causes some people to desecrate the lovely shell of a turtle by pauntung the Statute of Luberty O ut Suzu Ransley 59 A thung of Beauty us a 'oy forever Keats . . ,, . ' I . . . ,, . . . 1 1 . . , - - 11 11 ' I , . 1 F - 11 11 ' I u - 11 . , ' - I I I - 1 . . . . I l , , l Il u - NAILS I . . . . 1 . . . . , I I . . . I . . l . . I . . 1 , u 1 . I . . . . . . . , 1 . , . ' 1 1 1 1 I I I I 1 I I 1 ' -' ,, . . . uf -