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

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First Row, Left to Right: R. Rideout, P. Ransley, G. Newton, C. Brown, A. Garland, M. Durgan, S. Welch, C. LaFrance, B. Bean. Second Row: C. LaBay, R. Cummings, M. Starbircl, A. Woodworth, R. Brown, J. Cummings, T. Heath, S. Bard. Third Row: L. Block, J. Wiley, L. Paine, F. Smith, S. Huotarl, M. Gayton, B. Loveioy, S. Curtis, F. Staley. Class Motto: The root of education is bitter but the fruit is sweet. Class Flower: Lily-of-the-valley. Class Colors: Black and Gold. First Row, Left to Right: S. Higgins, P. Cross, G. Curtis, M. Niskanen, G. Kilgore, D. Newell, P. Berube, W. Chapman, D. DeCato, L. Emmons. Second Row: M. McLaughlin, C. Cyr, L. Taylor, J. Moffett, R. Gove, S. Seilonen, P. Starbird, H. Lancaster, R. Kesseli. Third Row: L. Record, O. Pratt, E. Ronkko, R. Merrill, F. Hall, C. Martin, R. Springer, P. Colby. 27

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First Row, Left to Right: J. Ladd, R. Haines, M. Barrett, S. Reynolds, L. Mitchell, S. Abbott, D. Bragg, E. Gatchell. Second Row: B. Farrar, P. Kearney, L. Durgin, M. Newell, C. Johnson, J. Gammon, A. McKeen, R. Strout, C. Cummings. Third Row: C. Curtis, J. Burgess, S. Edmunds, M. MacDonald, P. Komulainen, J. Danksewicz, S. Sturtevant, E. Day, S. Houtari. Class Motto: The more a man knows the more worthy he is. Class Colors: Blue and Gold. Class Flowers: White and Maroon Carnations. Flrlt Row, Left to Right: L. Conant, D. Yates, L. Russell, S. Bennett, C. Aldrich, B. Foster, N. Gay, W Whitley, B. Bennett, J. Ladd. Second Row: T. Healey, R. Moxcey, W. Bennett, K. Wilson, R. Nason, S. Gray, R. Card, T. Brewer, T. Foster. Third Row: P, Sawtelle, B. White, C. Whitley, R. Smith, B. Bates N. Carey, M. Haley, D. Everett, M. Nurmi. Fourth Row: G. Ellis, B. Gardner, R. Nickerson, R.' Paradis P. Averill, N. Jackson, A. Mclaughlin, A. Hapgood, L. Merrill. 1

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LITERARY Withered leaves, shriveled leaves Large leaves, tiny leaves Bobbed buoyaptly up-and clown Unrestrained and unconcerned In the stilled silent waters, The waters of a lazy brook. The trees, their overhanging arms Reached out -1- over the water, Groping with closed, unseen eyes For the answer. What answer? Patches of mystified blue Spied playfully clown Casting their image now and then Through the whispering arms of the Overhanging boughs. Probing. Searching. But where will the answer lie? ln the sparkling mirror,- The mirror of a bab'ling brook? Stately shadows fall From the massive trunks of birch. The fleecy white masses at noonday Proiect from afar Their slowly wandering forms Against the quiet brook. The friendly yellow moon, The silver stars Glide swiftly, Shining brightly, On the wondering upturned face Of the baffled, bab'ling brook. Who are you? What do you want? What are you doing here? Do the answers lay hidden Among - The stilled silent waters Of the quiet lonely brook, --- The images of sorts and sizes Reflected on the face Of the quiet lonely brook? Wendy Sue Thompson