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

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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 -

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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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CREATION Slowly he arose caressmg wuth hus fingers the Instrument whnch he held so gently then h stared mto space as though fathommg the unsolvable A deep glow could be perceived extendmg from deep wnthun the soul of one mtended to create and hls rangy form assumed a relaxed but attentuve posutuon The whole person was a symbol of gentleness and tranquulluty The mullung crowd grew stall mnndful of a general transmon of atmosphere Then the youth caressed has mstrument agaun pressed at decnsnvely upon has lups and began to create He was luke an artust expressmg himself colors brnght colors those so suggestuve youth and the vngor wnth which youth assocuated He was luke the poet who detects a way place lufe order In thus way he sent words the people an the expressnon brought forth as a result of nmpressuons upon has mmd put there by I e Agam he was the story teller flndung paths mto men s souls wuth adventure He was the musncuan creatmgl The youth expressed humself wuth complete impression of llfe that he felt He explained the adventures of youth through varnegated colors by richness of nntonatnon The concert hall was unusually warm and glowung deferrmg an atmosphere of youthful ness to the world outsude Now the youth began to play more rnchly and flowmg sendung forth the softer pastels He was now portrayung the ruchness and fragrance of lnfe the re creataon But then a dead sulence fell over the hall a snlence so untense that nt could be perceuved by the ears The tympany rolled pealung forth their thunderous pleas grlef strucken Alarm settled over the audnence the youth's countenance evolved from that of a young man to one of suckenmg despaur and emptiness The colors which he set forth hung luke low dull clouds or fog along the back of the black wundmg snake whlch makes nts way through London after dark One could nearly perceuve the dampness see the black reptnle as he walked The atmosphere of despair was all pervadmg Then the black outlme of the snake became vlsnble nts dark depths unperceaved by the on looker as he stood on the bank of the Thames The colors generated by the now grown man were mingled bright and dark flashed before has eyes as fleehng shadows Then there was dead snlence The creation had succumbed for such as the ultnmate end of all creatlons The youth slept It vs no matter Engoy the heavy honey dew of slumber Thou hast no figures nor no fantasles Whnch busy care draws m the brains of men Therefore thou sleep st so sound Shakespeare Matthew MacGown 59 AFTER DINNER STORY One day three men had the good fortune of rldung rn an aurplane Unfortunately one fell out Fortunately there was a haystack below hum Unfortunately there was a putchfork an the hay stack Fortunately he mossed the pitchfork Un fortunately he mnssed the haystack R Merrill 59 THE FUTURE OF AMERICA Rock and rollers you say we are and I say yes Crazy teenagers you say we are and I say yes Reckless and blmd you call us and I say yes u we are more We are the future of America e are the pent up emotuon of generatlons e are the scorned mixture of personalltles e are the always searchmg for freedom and new ways are the future of Ameruca and through us She shall lnve B Foster 59 THE SKY The sky outslde so dark so grey Oer everythmg at seems to lay So dreary and drab It seems to blmd All sense of llght all thought of tnme lts murky depths sunk slowly down To trap our soul against the ground Agaunst thus gloom the soul must fight Tull once agaun It see the Inght Ag nes Swan 58 The poetry of the earth IS never dead Keats I . . . n p . . - e i I s . u u 0 I , . , l Il - - ' a 1 1 . ' I I .I . I ' ' . 1 ll . . . I - I ll . . I . . in - . - . of I . . . is ' , fo . . . ' . ' to - l'f . ' - . r I I ' 1' . 1 . ' animation, giving everyone the same feeling and . . . . - I I ll -II ' II II I I I ' u 9 1 - ll Il . , , . B t : . I . - I - , w , , I W . . . I . . I ' - - ' l We ' , 1 I . 1 ' . . . . -I ' I , . ' : I l 0 l . , I I l , . . - . I I . . I I . I ' ' - . . I -1 I - . 1, - 11 -