West Paris High School - Nautilus Yearbook (West Paris, ME)

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DESTINY my hazy mind fails to to the strangest experience were skimming along the highway dappled with moonlight, that my entire being was crying for rest after a splendid evening at the masquerade ball. I remember that the cool midnight of perfect content- ment had quietly stolen over.me. Queer, how happiness some- times shines through under the most peculiar circumstances. Perhaps this peacefulness after all was a premonition of the foreboding danger. WHEELS OF It all happened so soon that recollect the incidences leading of my life. I remember that we Suddenly, without warning, the powerful headlights of a car broke into my quietude. They approached with a rushing onslaught so immediate, that I had only time enough to clutch my companion's arm and shriek, nLook out! We'll crashln Amid the fierce impact of shattered glass and steel, and the warm sticky trickle of blood, I leard myself scream, nDon't let me die. Don't let me dieln Then the wail of po- lice sirens, a dim memory of being carried into the oper- ating room of a hospital, end the sickening application of the ether cone over my nosef-that was all, before I sank in- to blessed oblivion, . Here I thought it would end, must end. But no, the torture that followed was a terrible, lurid nightmare, some- thing which will always live with me, Apparently I was walking on a dusty road, hilly and winding. My blistered feet, which were tired and aching, seemed to be held together by iron chains. A small cart with huge wheels, in fact, the largest wheels that there could be, passed me. Somehow the personage except for his laugh, in every sense of the As I was saying, stopped, and just as I was down the hill. Then there Perched on top was Jim, my companion. bore a complete resemblance to him, which was maddening, chilling, insane word, this odd contraption passed me, ready to climb aboard, rolled followed that horrible laugh. How many times the act was repeated, I know not. But at moments I would cling to those wheels as if life depended on them. The sweat would stand on my forehead, my breathing would become labored, and I would scream in agony. Gradually the began to recognize scene faded into a secondary place, and I the pallid white walls surrounding my bed. Grotesque objects soon materialized into nurses who flitted about. To me they were white-capped angels.

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Doubtless I had been seriously injured, for my arms and head were entirely bandaged. I tried to move, but every at- tempt brought a painful groan. 'J1m?n I whispered, as the nurse held water to my lips., Wwhere is Jim?' She east significant glances at the superintendent, but said nothing. 'Is he dead?' I queried again. But she avoided my question. 'Please try to forget what has happened, and go to 8100Pon Forget! lSleep! How could I? Surely I must be told what had happened to Jim. Yet the nurse told me to forget,Uv sleep. I must have grown hysterical, for a moment later there was the sharp prick of an hypodermic needle on my arm. As the drug began to take effect, the whole truth slowly dawned upon me--the cart with the huge wheels, Jim laughing madly, I myself trying to reach him--yes, the answer was plain enough. E. M. '39 'IJEKRESTRIAL BE AUTY The tiny log cabin seems lenely,as it sits there, far up on the mountain. In its crudely made door sits an old man. Upon his countenance is an expression which strikes pathos into the hearts of these who look upon it. Few people fre- quent the path to his home, yet he is not unhappy. For here, day after day, he can sit in his doorway and view such beauty of nature that his every longing is satisfied. When he looks far out across the valley to the opposite horizon, the immovable mountains lift their majestic bulks aloft, far above the rest of the earth. Like purple pyramids clothed in mystic mantles they greet his gaze. In early morning the newly awakened grass blades, new bathed in re- freshing dew, glisten like fields of lustrous emeralds. New and then a frolicsome breeze scampers through the leaves of the young trees to make soft music, then, as elusive as the music it creates, slips away--to where,we shall never know. Beside the solitary cabin trieklos a stream, new jumping over rock, trying, it seems, to imitate a swollen mountain torrent, new gliding smoothly along like a snake, noiseless and shin' ng. As the old man gazes upon these pictures, they seem to him more ethereal than terrestrial. Peace reigns in the so- litude. The old man may be alone to think and rest, with God and His woodland creatures for companions and books to solace his desire for learning. S. E. '40