Anson Academy - Anchor Yearbook (North Anson, ME)

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sg.: 1 k Q S f' fi . WOULDN'T IT BE FUNNY IF: Teddy was a galley instead of a Brigg s. Rebecca was Feet instead of Beaky. Sammy was Dumplin instead of a Dunphy. Katherine was an Ale instead of an Ela. Betty was Spearmint instead of Ara- mintfal. Lelia was old instead of Newfelll. John was ancient instead of young. Chris was a blossom instead of a Bud. Percy was a spinster instead of Spencer. Maxine was whacky instead of Macky. LATIN: All are dead who wrote it All are dead who spoke it All are dead who learn it Blessed death they earn it!!! Freshman: Please Mama, let me go to the movies tonight. Sophomore: May I go out tonight, the show's over at ten. Junior: I'm out tonight folks. Senior: Good night folks: I'll bring in the milk. For Sale-Pigeon holes. Seniors. Lost--One meat ball. Hot Lunch. Pro- grams. LATEST SLANGUAGE Robert sox ............ ........ B obby sox Non-workers ....... .......... L oafers Richards ........... ................. D ickies Vegetables ..... ................ P ea jackets .......Peasant Blouses Proletariat ......... Loud noises ......... ........ B angs Chairj Untidy Joseph ......... ......Sloppy joes HOUSING SHORTAGES When a wife storms and rants of hate, I do not fret of late. I know she won't go home to Ma For Ma lives here with us. Rub-a-dub-dub, Three men in a tub. Man, these hotels are crowded. Mr. Merrill: This is the fifth time you've been sent so my office this week. What have you got to say???? Garry: 'Tm certainly glad it's Fri- day. Have you heard the one about the absent-minded husband who sent his wife to the bank and kissed his money good- bye? . Mrs. Harris: If I had a fish line I'd go fishing. Johnnie: It wouldn't be a very hard job to catch a sucker around here. Mrs. Pease: What is a clause with- in a clause? Bud: I don't know. It must be a closet. ADVERTISEMENTS Mrs. Just where is this farm your aunt left us? Mr. It's in Iowa just south of the Minnesota border. Mrs. Thank goodness! I hear those Minnesota winters are terrible. Roses are red, Violets are blue, I copied your answer- And I flunked too. Page Twenty-five

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MEN AT THEIR BEST Nearly every day you might hear some boy, either in school or out say, Women! I never saw anything that can compare with them. But do they ever stop to think that perhaps women feel the same about men. Take Teddy Briggs for instance. Whenever he's getting doll- el up to take his girl to dances, his con- versation might go something like this. Oh mom, run up the stairs and get my white shirt, please. Sis, will you shine my shoes a little? Do a good job be- cause at a dance everybody notices your shoes. It seems as if I'm a little behind in shaving. Sis has to stay in tonight for she had gone out through the week, and as she didn't get in until late she has to stay home Saturday night for her punish- ment. In a few minutes Mom and Sis have all Ted's articles of clothing pre- pared for him and he's nearly ready for the dance. Oh, not quite. His tie! Again he calls on mother. Oh, mom, would you mind going up stairs to get my necktie? It's on my bureau--the blue one. A moment later mom is back and Ted is at last almost ready to leave. He looks into his billfold only to find that he hasn't quite enough money, or dough as he calls it, for all the extra things he plans on. He waits a few minutes hoping Dad will come back from the neighbors so he can have some more money. F'if- teen minutes later dad comes and Ted gets his courage up and says, Oh, Dad, you couldn't spare me a couple of dol- lars to buy my girl some chocolates, could you? With a smile dad gives Ted the money and Ted, with a light heart and a happy anticipation, hops into the auto, steps on the starter, and drives out of the yard singing, Zip-a- dee-doo-da. With the help of the whole family he is off for an evening's enter- tainment. -Miriam Skillings'49 SISTERS Aren't sisters terrible! I think so, though at times I suppose they aren't quite so bad. If you ever happen to do anything that isn't just right, they always run Page 'I' wenty-F our home and start telling everything they know, and sometimes things they don't know. And are they pleased if you get the old Harry from your dad and mom!! Now if you don't believe me just ask some of the boys that have them, and I think you'll find they will agree with me. Without a doubt the girls won't, but it's true never-the-less. You may make an agreement with them, and then they will turn right around behind your back and tell yo-ur mom and dad. And a little later your parents will spring it on you when you least expect it. Of course you ask them from whom they found all that out, and they will say they just heard it. And I'll bet you will discover that it was your sister who had told on you. I think perhaps I had better quit and not tell any more because by now they are all probably ready and waiting to murder me. -William Paine '50 WHEN THE ACADEMY BELL RINGS ONCE MORE When the Academy bell rings once more, Let us pause in our tasks of the day, And think of the happy memories, The burning of our school took away. It happened one day in the winter: To save it we fought in the cold,' But, at last, we saw it was useless. Our hearts were full of sadness untold. We stood around and were silent As the last of our school burned away, There was naught we could do to prevent it, And we turned and went on our way. They plan to rebuild in the springtime, If nothing more should go wrong To open the doors of a building The Academy we've loved for so long. So let's open our hearts and our purses And help them to open the door. Forever we'll cherish its memory When the Academy bell rings once more. Amber Colby Skillings '24

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GETTING READY FOR A FISHING TRIP Late on Friday afternoon Frances and I decided that we would go ice-fishing on Saturday morning. We got all our things together, and lfrances planned to stay with me that night so we could get an early start. We put up our dinner to take with us and piled our things all together so we would know exactly where they were. We didn't want to wake Chrystelle that morning because she would want to go too if she found out that we were going. We went to bed early and set the alarm for 5 o'clock. Frances said, Don't you think we ought to set it for one hour earlier? But I told her that I thought that was early enough. lt seemed as though we had just got to sleep when I heard that alarm ring. 'l'he clock was on the stand next to Fran- ces. l didn't bother to turn it off because i thought probably she would. She only groaned, turned over, and said, Will you please turn off that darn alarm CIOCK so l can sleep. So I got up and as I started around the bed to turn off the alarm I tripped over something. 1 turned around, and to my amazement it was Frances' clothes which she had neatly piled on the floor. 1 turned off the alarm and Frances kept right on snoring. Next I had to awaken her. I spoke to her but she only told me to keep still. Finally like the pop of a gun I had an idea. I noticed a glass of water on the stand, and Frances' right foot which was sprawled out of bed and very comfortably lying on a chair. Get- ting the glass of water, I threw the whole glassful on her foot which awakened her all right. We dressed quickly and went down stairs. We ate breakfast, put on our jackets, and then turned to get our things but, to our amazement, they were nowhere to be seen. We looked and looked but we couldn't find them any- where. Even our dinner was gone, but our dinner pails were still there. Page Twenty-six We thought of all the things that could possibly have happened. Then we decided to call Chrystelle and see if she knew anything about the missing ar- ticles. She said that when she came in from the movies she saw our things lying around there and thought we had forgotten to take care of them. She had taken care of them for us. She said she was hungry so she took care of our dinner too. That really made us mad, and we decided to postpone our fishing trip till a later date. -Lucille Berry '48 A MOTHER'S PRAYER REWARDED It was late fall and the sun was just disappearing behind the mountains near a small town in Wyoming. Mother was sitting in front of the open fire gazing at a picture of her son, Bud. As she sat there a knock came at the door. Thinking it was one of the neighbors she said, Come right in. The door slowly opened and there stood a young lad in uniform. He intro- duced himself as Ned Gray. He said he had been in the service with her son, Bud, and he wanted her to know what a brave lad her son was. He told her how, during the heaviest fighting on a small Pacific island, Bud had saved the lives of the whole garrison. He also related the time Bud came up among the missing, assuring her that Bud was still alive somewhere. When Ned was ready to leave she thanked him for his kind words and told him she was sure Bud was alive and she would soon hear from him. Just two days later she received a telegram from her son-from Bud who had been reported missing. He was safe and back in the United States. The tele- gram read: Safe and on way home. Stop. Expect me Thursday. Signed Bud. A mother's hopes and prayers were answered. -Maxine Paine '47