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

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THE CHRONICLE 65 of nature to show that the region is ever inhabited are a broad runway back in the woods and my motor cruiser an- chored in a little bay up the beach. Near the runway there is a good sized, well equipped workshop and han- gar including a self starting gasoline generator that supplies electricity for the hangar, shop and house. The house itself is quiet and restful. The light entering it has been filtered through the firs and is soft to the eyes. Though the generator supplies electric- ity for all the lights in the house, I pre- fer to use the kerosene lamps except for reading. In the cellar I keep enough food to last me a year. The kitchen is equipped with all the modern contrap- tions so that I will not be wasting a lot of my time getting my meals. I have a refrigerator, and a dishwasher. CI hate to wash dishes.l In my retreat from civilization I can do as I wish: rest, climb the mountains to the rear, swim in the ocean at my door, work in my shop, and in general, let the rest of the world go its merry way. If I become curious as to which way it is going, I can step into my ra- dio room, switch on an all wave radio receiver, and by use of antennas placed high on the mountain, I can listen to any station in the world. If I long for conversation, I sit down at a two way radio and talk to fellow men the world over. When tired of being a modern hermit, I hop into my personal plane and fly back into this mixed up world of truth and hooey, always knowing that when- ever my brain grows tired of this won- derful place, I can retreat. In case you want to know where to lind this heaven on earth, you are out of luck. Do you think I would have you running in and out? Not on your life. That would be like letting the hu- man race build a tower to reach heaven. -James Puifer Rip Van Winkle Up in the Catskill Mountains high Rip Van Winkle lay down with a sigh. And when he awoke twenty years later, He stepped on his beard and fell in a crater. When he went down into town, Everyone laughed and called him a clown. He stopped at the Inn But spied none of his kin, And then came his daughter Who saved him from slaughter. With her, he went home But continued to roam. -Thomas Verrill skiing Skiing is a lot of fun To someone who knows how 'tis done. As I saw others speed down the hill, I thought 'twas easy to avoid a spill. I strapped my skis upon my feet And said that I would not be beat. I started down like a bird so free Until I hit that gnarled old tree. I thought 'twould be the death of me, But I'm still here as you can see. I may forget the great big hill, But I'll never forget the doctor's bill. As I lay home in a big soft bed, With yards of bandage on my head, I thought I'd burn my skis for fun To prove my skiing days were done. -Stephen Hicks Wild Daisies of Maine Down in the valley, Church bells ring, To wake the daisies, To tell them it's spring Wild daisies of Maine, All pretty and white, Are blooming again, Oh, what a sight! Wild daisies of Maine, Blooming in the spring. One never could wish A more beautiful thing. Wild daisies of Maine By the roadside grow, Nodding their heads, As the tourists go. -Jeraldine Curtis

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64 THE CHRONICLE in connection with the study of good ex- pression and enunciation in the reading program. .i. 1-il-1 U. S. A. It is hard to describe America. From its rolling hills to its pounding surf, it is all beautiful. From California, land of sunshine, to Maine and its rockbound coast, you are filled with love for its beauty. Fields and fields of amber grain, rich and ready for harvest, or- chards upon orchards of rich, ripe fruit: gigantic mountains of beauty with high peaks above the clouds, towering red- woods and green graceful pines, are all part of America. From the High Si- erras to Death Valley there is such grandeur that can't be compared. From the clear blue waters of the Great Lakes to the mad rushing rivers that go on their way to the ocean, there is beau- ty. From the high Appalachian Moun- tains to the vast heated deserts of Ari- zona, beauty can't be compared. The high peaks and cliffs of the Grand Can- yon and the soft rustling of the palm trees are all in America's beauty. The great cities with their tall sky scrapers are some of the largest and the most beautiful in the world. The United States of America is the most beautiful country in the world and we must al- ways keep it that way. -Astrid Sundwall COURTESY IN SCHOOL During the fall, winter, and spring months a great deal of your time is spent in the little red schoolhouse . You form many habits that will stick with you throughout the rest of your life. If you have good manners in school, later in your life elsewhere you also will have good manners. A few things we should remember in being courteous. When in the corridor you pass in front of someone, excuse yourself. Try to avoid going in front of persons talking. Never interrupt persons talking to ask them something, tell them something, or show them something. Never draw a person away from his friends to tell or show him something private. Wait until he is alone. In the classroom don't talk to some- one when someone else is reading or speaking to either an individual or the class. When in study hall, don't chew gum or candy, be quiet, and don't move all around. If you are asked to do some- thing for a teacher, do it cheerfully and not grouchily. When the bell rings and you are pass- ing to another class, in or out of the building, or to study hall, don't push. shove, or shout. All this has a bearing on your getting a good job later in life. An employer likes to ask a teacher for references. If a teacher writes and says you are 1 ide, your employer will not want you. It always pays to be courteous in the end. -Nancy Bourgois MY RETREAT A large two story log house is tucked away between the roaring ocean in front and high mountains to the rear. Lo- cated back among the firs and unpaint- ed, it is invisible from the ocean or the air. The only telltale marks on the face

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THE CHRONICLE CLASS OF 1902 First Row-'Roy Porter, Harold Hihbard, George Salisbury, Alfred Marston, Harold Briggs. Second Row- Inez Swift Emery, Frank Bonney, Ethel Howe Wheeler, Milton McAllis- ter, Adelaide Giles McAllister. Third Row--'Roy Curtis, Margaret Stearns Goodwin, Harold Thayer, Lillie Newell Marston, Roy Cole. Fourth Row-Lisbeth Murphy Penley, Hobart Kenney, Josie Walker Dennett, Stanley Wheeler, Harry Shaw. ALUMNI EDITOIVS NOTE To the Alumni: It is interesting to look back over the years and remember all the classes that have graduated from Paris High School. We, the Seniors gain new conhdence in our own hopes for the future as we consider the success of the plans you made when you, like us, studied and worked for a definite goal in this-our school. Because we appreciate all you have done for us, we hope that this Alumni section will make a contribution to your records. We wish to thank Mr. Robert Hicks, President of the Alumni Association, and Mrs. Tekla French, Alumni secretary, for their help in securing these names and addresses.