Anson Academy - Anchor Yearbook (North Anson, ME)

 - Class of 1919

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A THE ANCHOR y 134 listened, for to tell the truth we had not heard it for a year. This escape from death was one that he told over and over and the heroism he display- ed in saving his captain was but one of his many deeds of gallantry. It was always a great mystery to his grandchildren to understand why he had never gotten beyond the rank of a private soldier. After telling his story the old gentleman tool-. his silk hat and his gold -headed cane and started for the store with the swagger of a city gentleman. The only one who knew when he returned was the moon and I doubt if she did. All went well until dinner the next day when grandfather talked about ghosts. He said there were no such things, it was only imagina- tion. All the afternoon Tad lay on his back under the trees gazing at the sky. He explained that he was watching the clouds but I thought differently. While my tricks I com- mitted upon the impulse of the mo- ment, he always thought his out be- fore hand. So we left him and played until supper time. During the meal I caught him watching grandfather and laughing to himself. He helped grandmother with the dishes, a duty that I generally performed, and went to bed early. In the morning his face wore the calmness of a philoso- pher and he kept this expression while Roland, my brother, complained that there were no sheets on his bed. Grandmother looked in amazement over her glasses and dropped her cof- fee cup with the remark that she couldn't see where they went to! She would go right up and see about it. So up she went leaving her breakfast behind her. There no signs of sheets so she decided that she must have forgotten them but she couldn't un- derstand how. Neither could the rest of us for grandmother was so precise in her household affairs. All the forenoon we worked hard at our dif- ferent tasks. In the afternoon I de- cided to go fishing but Tad suggested that we play the game of Indians. We had lots of fun and were brim- ming over with merriment at supper time but our secrets had to be kept to ourselves for grandmother had company and grandfather had the Hoor. The story he told was an old one I had heard so many times that I could say it backward. I was so interested in watching Tad's face that I forgot all about deeds of valor until I heard him winding up with these words: "I tell you we were all brave in those days. These grand- sons of mine are mere children: they never will be as brave, never." And with these words he left the table, took his hat from the rack in the hall and Went to make his usual visit at the store. Not a word was said until Tad arose and ran laughing from the room. It was the girls' work to wash the dishes for breakfast and dinner. Grandmother did them at night with the aid of us. boys. After I helped with the dishes I asked for Tad for he had promised to go swimming with me. He was nowhere to be found so thinking he had gone on ahead of me I set off at a leisurely pace down the road to the lake. lt was not a large lake but it was cool, for great birch trees grew on every side and it'afforded a great place of amusement. We had made a small pier to jump from and had a boat that the girls used most of the time. On the opposite side of the road was a large apple tree that grew beside a stdne wali. Thinking that I would fix Tad for leaving me I walked along slowly and when I had arrived I climbed into the apple tree. The moon was shining and it gave me a good view of the lake. I think I must have been dreamingg I looked up and who should I see com- ing down the road but grandfather who was coming home early. I thought this would be a good time to jump out and scare him, but be- fore I could carry out my intentions, from directly beneath my perch there came a low moaning wail of

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12 THE ANCHOR Grandfather Abraham And The Ghost It was the custom of our family to spend the summer on grandfathefs old farm. This farm was not far from a small village in the hills of New Hampshire. As soon as school was over in the Spring we would pack our fish poles, rifies and other implements of sport and be off to grandfather's farm. Mother never came for two weeks afterward. She always said that she had to get the house in order and pack her clothes, We never bothered about clothes in the summer.. In the winter it was fine to attend balls, parties and theatres but in the summer with the long warm days, we were cen- tented only when we were where we could see the long rolling meadow, the Eelds of corn and harley' and breathe the clear out, of door air, away from the turmoil: of the ci'ty's jostling crowds. Before We started I was told very severely by mother not to worry grandfather and to help grandmother. The last I promised faithfully al- though I would not say a word as to the Hrst request. At home I was looked upon as a mischievous lad who persisted in playing pranks upon every one. With me went my three brothers and my sister Gail. The rest of the girls decided to come with mother. At the next station we met my cousin Tad and his sis- ters. His mother was dead and so it did not matter when he came. While I was considered a plague in my own family yet Tad had the rep- utation of surpassing me in this re- spect. He was a tall slender lad with the blackest hair and eyes that I have ever seen. There was always a smile on his face and mirth in his eyes. He teased the girls, a thing which I was never guilty of, and tied their hair ribbons on cats' tails and used their hats for boats. To grand- mother he was always nice. Every- body was nice to grandmother. She was so thoughtful, so small and so kind. I can see her now standing as she was that day when we came up the walk laden with our packages and suitcases. Her arms were opened to greet us and the wind blew slightly the silvery hair about her face. Her blue eyes shone like great pools of darkness and we all knew that we had a welcome in her heart. She said that dinner was all ready and we went laughing up the stairs to dispense with our bundles. How well we knew each room in that large house and the pleasures. of theboun- tiful dinner spread below. Grand- mother had not even forgotten the dainties and that we were all hungry. Grandmother never forgot! As we advanced into the dining room we had our first glimpse of grandfather. He sat at the head of the tab-le watching our approach. He never troubled to meet us at the door. He was a short man with a fringe of gray hair and long' white whiskers. He was jolly, good natured and fat! Fat! he always reminded me of a. bar- rel. Most of his time was spent at the town store and he greatly enjoyed telling stories of bravery in which he played an important part. Grand- mother always smiled at these tales of heroism. Q So grandfather was as we advanced to meet him. He spoke to all of us and we took our places laughing. We always laughed at grandfather for he caused much amusement to our young minds and active bodies. After clin- ner we wandered out of doors, grand- father kept several hired men, so he hardly ever went to the fields him- self. We spent the afternoon finding the new things that had happened at the farm. Grandmother's Bower gaarden was inspected by the girls and grandfather's new hen house by us boys. I am sorry to say that we carried off more eggs, to eat behind the barn, than the girls did iiowers from grandmothers garden. At sup- per time grandfather was again be- fore us at the table and after supper he had a story ready for us. We

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14 THE ANCHOR terror and anguish. The noise grew louder and louder and ended in a blood curdling scream. I was seared, yes actually scared. I couIdn't even look below but I could see grand- father. He had dropped his cane and stopped, staring with his mouth open straight under the tree. It was then I nerved myself to look and saw the specter. Slowly advancing toward grandfather was a white iigure, with little black horns sticking up from its head, and chanting a weird song. Before it reached him grandfather had started to run, he- knew not where, only to get out of the sight of those dreadful green eyes of the specter. In a few moments he had overtaken grandfather and knocked off his hat. The ghost then slowed up but grand- father ran on. I never saw him run so fast before or since. I could not keep my eyes on -both of them. The last I saw of the ghost was a great shaking over his body. If I hadn't been so scared I would have called it laughing, but I didn't look at it long for I turned again to grand- father. He had turned down the road to the -pier. In a few moments he was right on it and then he jumped without ever looking back. Now I knew very well that grandfather couldn't swim so I jumped too, and ran for the pier. The ghost was for- gotten in my haste. Just ahead of me I spied Tad running. As ho could run faster than I he reached the pier first. Grandfather. had come into sight for the second time and was sinking again. Tad and I both dived at once. In a few moments we had him on the ground and were pumping air into his lungs. In a short time he opened his eyes and they rested on two black horns that were on the top of Tad's head. He smiled faintly and began to doze again. I recog- nized the horns as a part of an Indi- an's head-dress that Tad had worn that afternoon while we were play- ing Indians. A passing team helped us home and we got grandfather to bed without anyone's knowing it. Then we went on the back fence and laughed until We cried. The next morning grand- father said that he had lost his silk hat in the river and while he was try- ing to 'get it he fell in and Tad and I helped pull him out. A few- hours later he caught us in the warehouse and said, "I have decided that I will get them ponies for you boys. You can go and see about them this afternoon. Here is some money to spend," and he pressed a five dol- lar hill into a hand of each and turn- ed away. We got the ponies and spent the money and I doubt if anybody ever found out the secret except grand- mother. How she laughed when we told her, with our mouths full of jam and cake. But then it was so like him, brave, generous old man that he was! E. Eva Booker, '21g Do I Like English History? 1 do not like to work. "Flint I'm not ufrnirl to say: But worst of :ill mv fears, Is liiiglisli History clay. I lmte it worse than poison. I'd rejoice in its death lcnell. If :ill the liiiglisli Histories liis:ip1iezii'oil within the well. I'1n tired oi' the "i'li:ni'ysg" The "'ils" :nuke inc sick: I'd give my lint to lziy them out. XVith ai slnmvol :inil :i pick. My nights :mil days :irc troiililed, By 0i'l1s:ulL-s :ind l'aii'li:iii1eiit: XVhen I think of lmttle fields, To my feelings I give vent. Ii' dvr-:inns I'x'e fought at Crecy, Anil 1've struggled to discern The victories that have been Won.- At Burnet :intl lizinnocksburn. Where'ere I turn, from left to right. I see before me flow. ' A vision of the Lollnrds. 01' the tapestry of Bziyeaux. The awful tower of London Is with me all the time. Montgoinery's book I can not shake. I think it is a crime.

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