Anson Academy - Anchor Yearbook (North Anson, ME)

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10 THE ANCHOR thump and at the same time he saw the monster melt away into air. Well, well, what are you doing there Elliott? inquired a familiar voice. Supper is waiting for you. Elliot looked around him and dis- covered that he was sitting on the iioor in his father's office and his father was talking to him. O, he said in a relieved voice, Dad I've decided not to go skating tonight. I have to study for my ex- amination tomorrow. Ruby Bulger, '20 A Psalm Of The Juniors Tell me not in whispered accents, That Juniors have an easy life: For the one that does not study, Stays behind from out the stri-ie. Life is reall Life is enrnestl Do not think we've time to foolg Lest we forget our nim in life. Let not our growing :trdor cool. Not by shirklng or forgetting, Can we push our Way ahead: But lay striving. pushing onsvzird, Lend the Way. but be not led. Art is long. and time is fleeting. VVe must make the present count, For the future will not give us The time We need tc mount. In sc-hool's hrond field of lenrnlnir, lVlth the teachers' timely uid, Be not nlwzlys ilelvemlent on him. Be the student he has mnclel Trust no future. howe'el' plensnnt. If we wish to he worth while. Act--not nlwnys in the present, Xvorking with at smile. Lives of .luniors :ill remind us, Life is harder than it looks: Wve rlepnrting leave behind us Knowledge never gained from books. Knowleili-re that perhaps another, Sailing o'er our solemn main. A forlorn and shipwrecked Junior, Learning. shall take heart signin. Let us, then, he up und doing, With n mind made up to win. Still achieving, still pursuing. Learn to work with zeal and vim. Ruby Bulger, '20 1 r Conversing' With The Inhabitants Ol' Mars Marconi, the inventor of the wire- less, has just made a seemingly im- possible revelation to the world. For several Weeks he had' been receiving messages not intelligible on one of his most powerful instruments. He has now proven, or at least sat- isfied himself, that these messages are sent from no instrument nor in any code of this world. So he has eventually reached the conclusion that thes.e communications must be from some other planet. He is going to try to prove it by answering them. The first problem to overcome will be to build an apparatus strong e- nough to send a message to that dis- tance. Marconi thinks this possible and has determined to try it out. One can imagine the wireless oper- ators of two worlds studying the re- sponses of their machines like stu- dents in Latin poring over a fresh lesson. The only key to a code would be figures to begin with for an order of life intelligent enough to conduct a wireless instrument must have means of counting and the bases of all numeral systems must be the same. ' If conversation can be earned on with other worlds we might gain countless knowledge as possibly the other planet might have progressed further than we on certain lines or we might impart knowledge of value to them. Kingman Williams, '21 The Travels Of The North Wind The North wind arose from his bed far in the North country among the icebergs. One huge sheet of ice had been especially prepared by him for hi.s bed. It was a delicate shade of green in color, with snow, the a very fine bed. up his bed, he every inorning. The Wind went galloping over the ocean, kicking up the water, making and being covered Wind considered it Instead of making brought fresh snow

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THE ANCHOR i , 9- But they did not come and present- ly a little voice within said, Now see what you have done. Go back home and tell your mother. I won't, asserted Self. Why not? questioned Conscience. Because I'll be pun- ished, replied Self, But you deserve it, Conscience reminded, No, I don't, defied Self. Then determined to still Conscience, he began to skate across the river. Suddenly he seemed to be rounded by companions. They were They Su! here, there and everywhere. were clad in bright colors and were darting in and out among their com- rades. Presently he noticed that they were leading him downstream. That was where the thin ice was, he thought with a chill of horror. Who were these people anyway with their strange faces, strange dress and strange ways? Where were they taking him to? Where did they come from so suddenly? These thoughts chased each other through his mind. I must go back, he thought to himself. But even though he wanted to go back, he could not, try as he would. It was just a short distance to the thin ice now. As they neared it he saw a hideous looking monster, sitting on a cushion. The foremost of his companions ran ahead and bending on one knee, he solemnly touched his nose to the ice and then stood at attention. You have him? questioned the monster, who was Ill Nature.. Yes, Ill Nature, he replied. You may take him six feet on the thin ice, he ordered. Immediately Elliott felt the same strange something pulling him on against his will. They touched the thin ice, but to his surprise they did not break through. Looking back, he saw the monster Ill Nature, grad- ually dwindle until he saw nothing but a snow drift. Fear tugged at his heart. Surely this was not the world of reality he thought. But at this moment a great crack- ling and grumbling was heard, and the ice broke and he went through. Down, down, down, he went. Every- thing was dark as night. Finally after what seemed an interminable time he landed on ice again, with a. thump which seemed to echo and re- echo. Then before his dazed eyes appeared another monster, even more hideous looking than the first. He was all black and was perched upon a high stool. You brought him? he demanded in a shrill voice. Yes, Resentment, answered the foremost one bending on one knee and touching his nose to the ice. 'KNow, said Resentment the mon- ster, turning his wicked little eyes on Elliot, Remove the wood from that circular place at my Left and then skate around in a circle until I tell you to stop. Elliot protested, but that same in- visible force impelled him, as it had before. Slowly he tried to pick up a stick of wood. It was so heavy that he was unable to lift it. Try again, purred Resentment in a sqft voice. Elliot tried again. This time he could lift it. It felt cold to his hands. It seemed smore like sticks of ice than wood. When he had re- moved that stick he turned around to move the rest when he saw to his amazement that all the sticks were gone. r YI 'Commence skating, murmured the- monster in the same soft voice. Elliot was so frightened that he could do nothing but obey. Round and round he went in dizzy circles. Would the monster never tell him to stop? But no, it was not to be. He still was forced around the circle at a terrific rate of speed. I -- can't stand it--much--longer, he gasped to himself. I--I feel sick, he thought again. I wish 1'd 'minded Mother, he whispered dizzily. He fell with a

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THE ANCHOR 11 it froth and foam. He sighted a po- lar bear on a cake of ice, and flew toward him. The bear's thick hide prevented him from feeling the icy blast, so he turned his back to the Wind, not disturbed 'in the least. That made the Wind angry, so he blew with all his great strength. The bear soon became tired of holding against the wind so he slipped into the water to wait until the winds went on. Traveling southward, the Wind vex- ed the Eskimos, tossing their boats high in the air and then dropping them into the sea. Because the Eski- mos are afraid of the North Wind when he is angry, they all fled to their huts. At last after traveling many miles, leaving ice and snow in his track, the North Wind visited North Anson. This is what he said: Boo! This place needs waking up! So he went to work, bringing a snowstorm. As the flakes fell heavily, the North Wind flew here and there, making drifts where they would be the most in the way. If anyone ventured out, he threw huge handfuls of snow into their faces, blew their coats aside and stungl their faces. The next day, after spending a hard night on the roof of Grange Hall, the North Wind blew aside the clouds, then he blew the snow as much as he could, until it was flying about in small pieces. About noon, the wind coming through the gap between the Acade- my and the Mark Em'ery building, saw a Senior hastening down the street. Down she hurried, the wind snapping her coat, she was running when she reached the bottom of the hill and the North Wind laughed to think that he had awakened a Senior. When the Senior came hack, the wind was waiting for her. He drove the snow into her face with such force that big tears stood in her eyes when she reached the Academy build- ing, but she had been awakened judg- ing from her conduct in school that afternoon. No person that went out escaped the wind. He peeped into the main room of the Academy during the last period that afternoon and laughed at what he saw. Very late that night the North Wind left North Anson and he was still chuckling. Do you blame him? Louisa Tibbetts, '22 A Dream 01' The Past I sat alone in the twilight thinking Of the days long since gone by. And a picture of Anson Academy Seemed to come before my eye. I could see rny dear friends and class- mates, And teachers at old A. A.. As though the years that had passed so swiftly, Had been as only a day. Then up the broad walk I sauntered, And into the familiar hall. Through laboratory and kitchen, But they seemed forsaken by all. Up I trod on .the well wom stairway. And paused hy the reference table: Then as I glanced toward the piano. Xvhom should I see but Mabel. A straight young man at her side I knew. And recognized as Andrews. XVho had always had a mania For Mabel's performances on pianos. Near the seat where I once sat and studied, lvas the one used 'hy little Miss Ellis, And hy her side still smiling and faith- ful. Stood French. and will you please tell us How Alta has managed to keep Goff All this time away from Mabel? The Victrola was being' well played By .lack Pratt and Edna Marshall: At first I was surprised. then remem- hered That to Edna, Jack always was partial. In her old seat sat Eleanor Mitchell. Studying as hard as ever: We were accustomed to worry greatly Lest Eleanor have brain fever. I spoke gnlly to Merton Spencer, And he blushed as he turned away. For he was always shy and bashful. In those days at old A. A. Thus face after face memory pictured, And my eyes were dimmed with tears. As I sat all alone in the twilight, Living over those happy years. Muriel L. Fenlason, '22