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

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WHY E-,IUMAN NfNY!.J5QE WILL E:3'i.'EVEQN'I' A UTO?1fX It seems hardly possible for a Utopia ever to be established on this earth. Experiments have been tried by the hundreds but all have failed and I believe they will go on failing. Even though we all have our dreams of what we wish the country and the world were like, no one is genius enough to map out a plan which will be successful simply because the factors necessary to make a Utopia go adainst human nature, Take, for example, our own small community, we can easily se what an improvement there would be if everyone would fix up his home, keep himself neat and clean, take advantage of what ever educational program is offered and at least try to earn a decent living. But no, there are, and there always will be those fpeople who want everything handed to them onta silver platter-and are nd willing to move a single muscle to help themselves. They are more content to go on merely existing rather than what we conside- living even when it means poverty, filth and ignorance. In my idea of a Utopia everyone would have an opportunity fa' education beyond high school in the field for which he is most suited. This might be provided for by higher taxes from citizens but again there are the people who fe,l they can not afford and will not want to pay the necessary additional amount. Consequently a group of powerful politicians will scheme and work until ' they pass a law to combat this tax and certainly in a Utopia we can nd: take away man's right to voice his opinion in the government. Naturally there would be no wars or strikes but once more we have to face the fact that there will continue to be some worth- less puppet who has an insane lust to rule the world. The rright to strike is a vital part of our constitution and the privilege should never be abolished. Therefore, as long as there are dis- satisfied workers there will be strikes. Many will say the remedy for this is to keep the workers satisfied but this is easier said than done--and I doubt if it ever can be done. - These are only a few of the many examples and perhaps it sounds as though I wrre a pessimist and have no faith in human be ings. This is not true but when there are 140,000,000 people in only one country of the world and with each one thinking differ- ently, wanting different things, each with a separate idea of wha: is right and what is wrong, how can we ever establish a Utopia, As long as people are what they are today I feel certain we will never be able to bring about the dream of millions, Rachel Dunham '47

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Bill could hear the men climbing aboard the other ship, his guard also went away. Picking up a chair he heaved it at the porthole. There was a shattering of glass and improvised wooden bars. Taking a short run he leaped for the high porthole and slipped through into the ocean ten feet below. He took a piece d' wet rope from his pocket. With the aid of his life belt Bill swan to the other ship. Stretching out the rope as far as possible he wound it round and round the other shipfs propeller then swam bad: to his own ship. Quickly climbing aboard by means of a net he found himself in the doorway of the pilot's cabin. He grabbed tm wheel and stepped up the throttle. There was the pulsing of the engines as the great ship slowly started forward.- A shout went1p from the other ship but of course with the many feet of half inch rope around the propeller it wouldn't move. ' Running to the radio room he met with stiff opposition in tlfe form of a billy club descending towards his head. Bill ducked ani let him have an uppercut to the jaw. Using his own small know- ledgg of dot-dits he sent the two ships' positions to the Coast Guar . One hour later Bill Winters was in the Water Front P5l1C6 Station calmly reading a newspaper. nBy the way,n said the desk 5er5e3nt, Uwhat kind of crooks were those anyway?U WThey were smugglers.U nwhat did they smuggle.n nThey robbed freighters, then smuggled the goods into South America.n NDid you get a reward for uncovering them?n Noh sure,N he said sarcasticallyf HI got a ticket to appear in court for parking in front of a fire hydrant,n QSStU6Q7dQZy Francis Slattery '49 ff QQ, X ': f? farm- Q .1---Tr' ,J A l' ' :Et 5mYffhlU' 2: Ijjy? Q' J Rf KA. 'Q fdixs f:ed5'fi' 'NQT K --X. wwf, x

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E3UA54.D!,f-W OF 'I FLOCFC From out of the shadows beneath e ledge strode uUhgOTn3 he was e massive spectacle, outlined in the moonlight. There was a soft breeze blowing from the south. This was what had warned uUngorW about the danger. The breeze was soft and warn, bringing a scent to his, which meant danger and fear for his charges. He held his heed high and predicted thc approach of his greatest enemy, UGreybuckH the timber wolf. HUngorU noved back to his hen and warned them of the approaching danger. The small herd then rose and followed nUngorn to the trail which lcd onto a ledge on top of the cliff. The pnth to the hiding plsce was just wide o- nough for one animal to trnverse at a timeg on the left was a sheer drop off of many hundred feet. As soon as his herd wns safely on the smooth surface of the lodge nUngorU lay down near the entrance and waitedg he could hem the hunting howl of nGroybsckU and know that he was on the trail of the herd. But if nUngorW had anything to do about it HGrey- bncxn wouldn't have mutton to set that night. The scent grew stronger as the wolf neared the narrow trail to the shelf of ledge where the herd of sheep crowded to watch the coming struggle to the doeth between their powerful leader and their dost hated enemy, UGreyback,n the timber wolf. uUngorn watched, watched the trail with his sharp eyes: his nostrils inhnled the hated wolf-scent, and his ears listened for any sound that would betray the approach of the enemy. y At long last, ndngorn spotted the small yellow eyes of the greet wolf, and then made out his form enongst the rock strewn trail. The woonlijht outlined the two battlers clearly to the sharp-eyed audience, who knew that their future depended on the outcome of the coming bgttlc. uGreybaekH stood stark still and then without warning chargai onto the I'1'L.l'l OTI th ' .'.l here Unger 'I :'. gg .sgiting with bowed heed ami massive horns. uGrcyLncl'eU sh rp fangs closed on the mighty rsmb shoulder. The pnin wus terrific but HUngorn had not given up. His sherp horns gored the wolf into retreat. For a few seconds nUngorn stood there and then he leaped. He didn't dive straight for the wolf but nt the narrow splce between the animal and the cliff. The massive weight of the ram carried him between the two and for s ninute nGreybsckn hung to the sheer cliff and then fell to the ledges below. nUngorN had won. He stood a minute looking out over the vast expanse of his domain knowing that he had pro- tected his flock from their greatest enemy. Richard Baker '47