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

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his iii! ME! Dwight Hall KNATIONM-1 I TY as nh? gr Wafzona .Honor ociefy V' Z 1 l fwfr Brenda Block The National Honor Society is a national organization set u to recognize scholastic achievement in high school. Its purpose to create an enthusiasm for scholarship to stimulate a desire 1 render service to promote worthy leadership, and to encourag the development of character A person is elected to this societ only by a unanimous vote of the faculty after consideration 1 his qualities of service leadership scholarship, and characte Carol Thompson I I H John Simpson An outward honor for an inward toil. - Shakespeara

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GIVE IN NEARLY ALWAYS Aught I to buckle to the cause And work when things go hard for me? I surely had, for such is life As any man can see. For men are built on such a plan, But few will bend to smooth the way For others as they struggle on Thru life's rough and trying days. The one that gives a point or two And follows as the other wills, Smooths Iife's way as he goes And sugar-coats the bitter pills. Fern Tirrell-'60 SCHOOLDAYS Eight o'clock and I fly out of bed, Can't skip school today or off with my head, So I iump in my clothes and comb out my hair, Brush up my teeth with not too much care. My girl friend behind me is not very far, Getting as shook as a dog on wet tar. Where is my skirt and where is my slip? Where is a needle to sew up this rip? Polish my shoes and find me some socks. Why couldn't we please turn back the clocks? Why didn't we wake up at seven, she wonders, Instead of at eight, and make all these blunders Didn't we set the alarm clock I thought? And then I remembered that I had forgot. Jump into our coats and race down the street, Hoping a friend in a car we will meet, Luck is sure with us, and we're on our way. Ready to start with another schoolday. Katrina Piirainen-'59 YOU O' GIANT MAPLE You o' giant maple in the frosty air, Your bare arms stretched in the firelight's glow You have lived many more years than I. Tell me o' maple, do you fear to die? There may be years of frost and snow Before you pass and go. Tell me o' maple grand Do you love this rough wild land? Do you fear the frost that stings? Do you dread the snow that the north wind brings? Do you long for the spring ere it comes? Do you dread the lightning that harms? You are older than any man today You may live till my children's hair is gray, And they may camp in your giant shade. Tell me o' maple, are you afraid? Fern Tirrell-'60 THE STORM Clouds thicken over the horizon Darkly rolling- Ominous. Gloomy light pales the earth Filmy yellow- Ghastly. Uneasy silence pervades the atmosphere Weirdly still- Deathlike. Clouds split, lightning stabs, the tempest rips Dangerously destructive- Exhilarating. Carol Thom pson-'58 Literature, like a gypsy, to be picturesque, should be a little ragged. - Jerrold

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