Anson Academy - Anchor Yearbook (North Anson, ME)

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Junior High First row, left to right: Mr. Gilbert, Geraldine Judkins, Dale McLaughlin, Edwin Wyman, Frank Manzer, Richard Paine, Pauline Manzer, Mrs. Nyc. Second row: Birdina Lynds, Janette Rickard, Frances Dickey, Dora Newell, Marilyn Ducharme, Elizabeth Morgan, Alphine Brooks, Lillian Carlson, Mona Bessey, Betsy Partridge. 'I'hird row: Lawrence Harvie, Philip Fletcher, Alphonse Brooks, Edwin Carlson, Arthur Peters, Arnold Clark, Earl Viles, David Ela. Fourth row: Robert Blunt, Plverett Wzicome, Victor Clark, Harry Rolfe, Rodney Chambers. Page Twenty-five

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BETTER TIMES TO COME It was the tenth day of December and I had started home from work. The air seemed bitter cold with a hard driving wind from the north. I turned the cor- ner and walked a short distance when I encountered a boy of about fourteen years on the corner of Birch and 9th Streets. He was standing there trying to sell his afternoon papers. People passed the little chap as though they hadn't seen him. The boy acted cold and sick. As I drew closer I heard him shout out the headlines. Extra! Extra! Read all about it! Men marooned on large ice cap! Extra! Extra! I fished around in my pocket until I found a coin of considerable size. I walked up to the boy and bought a pa- per. Keep the change, I said. Thanks, mister, said the boy. That's the first paper I've sold today! Hearing that remark, I became inter- ested, and asked the boy where he lived. I live on the other side of town near the water front, was his reply. I told him to come with me and I would take him home. While we were walking, I asked him, Do you go to school, son ? Yes, mister, I go to Waterfront Jun- ior High. Next year I hope to start high school. Do you like school? I asked. Yes, he said. I want to go to col- lege and be a lawyer when I graduate. We talked about school and trades as we walked along. When we reached his home, Johnny wanted me to come in and meet his mother. She was a nice lady, about forty, and dressed very plainly. Their house was poorly furnished but homey. During the conversation I learned that the boy's father had been killed when Johnny was only seven years old. From then on money had come hard and Johnny had little of it except what he earned from selling papers. Just before I left I said, Look me up, Johnny, after you finish high school. I may be able to find you a job so that you can go to college. The days fiew by at the office and I soon forgot about Johnny. One morn- ing about five years later a young man walked into my office and asked for a job. We needed men, so I started ask- ing him the routine questions. Name? Johnny Turner. HAge ?7I , Nineteen Where do you live? Waterfront 323' Worked any place else ? I delivered papers for three years. Then it all came back to me. Johnny Turner was the boy on the corner call- ing out the headlines. Johnny worked hard for two years and saved all he could. Next year he went to college. Some time later I became mixed up in a legal tangle over some land and needed a lawyer. Who should appear but Johnny. Better times had come! FRED CORO '49 JOI-INNY'S REPORT CARD Johnny came home from school one day, walking very slow and looking downhearted. Why Johnny, what's the matter? asked his mother when she got a good look at him. Aw, nothin', Ma. I just got my rank card, that's all. Well, let me see it. And brace up! It can't be that bad. You just haven't seen it yet. Here it is. Mother studied the card for a few moments and this is what she saw. D in English, D in Arithmetic, D in Sci- ence, and E in History. Then she said, Johnny, no more football for you after school! From now on you are to come straight home after school and study every night. Understand ? Aw, gee, Ma! I've been studying hard. Honest I have! Don't argue. Now run along and study. The next morning Johnny, on his way to school, met Bill Jones, his classmate. Hello, Bill, said Johnny. How'd you make out on your report card? Bill beamed and said, I got all A's Page Twenty-seven