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

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M Puri N E Maine is called the pine-tree state, ,Sv 4-Y A vacationland for ally .f5Qo1 It's an ideal place for winter sports, -'esws 1, ' fig.. -1 . , f f For hunting in the fall. ,J rifhf' -,H if ,r f' c?Ai5UN Its angry rushing rivers fm? UIX And shady woodland streams, l:'V it Are a call to every sportsmen, From Maine to New Orleans. In magnificent silent forests, with lowers, birds and vinesg There's a stillness broken only, By the sound of whispering pines. Along its rugged coastline, The graceful seagulls soarg While white foam flies in fury, And waves beat on the shore. It doesn't matter if you walk, Or come by bus or train The welcome mat is always out, In the grand old state of Najne. Vance Eacon '49 PQEMS Ten verses are too many, Five verses are too few, First, he says write one poem Then he says write two. Some say a teacher worries, Other's say, NAn easy life.n But to those who say, nwrite poetryn, I wish ----------------- a nagging wife. Betty Smith '50 am Q. 371 f Q O , J!liQsH!jy,f: .1-.-. ,' X ,EQW E55 Q- - . . :fig A 2- lv ' I :ga ' LQ 5 eff s.e E, K I x Il' X -LL.,-2,-: 4 A X . X- ns, . ' J

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Tommy: HI think we'1l find him in this room.U Butch: NI hope so--come on, we've got to get him out of here.U h Tommy: HI know I hear voices.n ipausel 'Can't we go back?n Butch: HNo, we're going to carry out our plan.n Suddenly a scream was heard, then footsteps on the stairs. Was the scream that of the old man? Were the footsteps they had heard those of the men who were coming at midnight? If they were would they find the boys? From there until tomorrow at the same time we will leave you wondering what happens to Tom and Butch. This broadcast was brought to you by Zip, the new soap powder--. Jane Day '52 f' go 'a'f a.sEo WH shale! f--f.J,e: lx For eighteen years we were together, In every kind of wind and weather. We shared alike in joy and sorrow, And waited-for each new tomorrow. And nothing ever seemed just right If one of us was gone at night. Or maybe he was sick at home And then to school I'd go alone. But then one day in forty-three My brother joined the Infantry. And little did he know t'would mean That soon I'd be an only twin. He came to see us just once more, Then he was sent to Europe's shore. T'was at the battle of the Rhine That he went down mid'st blood and grime. And now when we sit down to eat, Beside me there's an empty seat. NO longer can I look and find His loving face, so good and kind. And oft at night in dreams I see, A vision of what used to be. When we were guided by our mother, Always me and my twin brother. A Rebecca Abbott '50

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SCHGGL DAYS fuss and fret at our lessons, the rules we give loud groans, We worry and anger our teachers, At studying we are drones. We At Then when our school days are over And we turn for backward looks, We'll find that the happiest days of our life Were spent in school with our books! Sylvia Andrews '49 TO A FRIEND Tiny little buds which bloom through all the springs of time, Fragile little blossoms signify your heart and mine. Trained against the towering wall, the best of sun to reach, One was younger, more unwise, but they were beauties each. Grew they many hours together,both young flowers,true and strong, 'Til the finer one, impatient, did her hapless playmate wrong. Shadowed out the nourishing sunlight of her guidance, love and care And so the flowers of friendship die if truth they do not share., Joyce Morey '50 A LITTLE GIRLN I saw a little girl, She was cute as she could be, Sho had two big brown eyes, That spirklci merrily. She had an inpish grin, That brought dimples into view, She strutted proudly when she walked Because her shoes were new. Jane Day '52 wThis poem recently won honorable mention in the Maine Poetry Fellowship Contest, which was open to Maine high school pupils.