Anson Academy - Anchor Yearbook (North Anson, ME)

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have. After walking quite a distance Jug was getting thirsty. He was now out of corn liquor and didn't know what to do. Finally Jug asked the policeman if he knew where he could get a drink of water. The policeman said, Yes, and showed him the way to the drink- ing fountain. Jug fumbled around for awhile and finally decided to take a drink. As he put down his head, the patrolman turned the water on and a big stream of water hit him right in the eye. The old fellow thought the police- man was making fun of him, so he let the old jug ride on the policeman's head. To Jug's satisfaction he left the policeman lying unconscious under the fountain with a stream of water pour- ing over his face. The old hilly billy was off again, this time to his final destination, the Ford sales room. As he walked in the door the manager came out of his office to greet him. After they had talked awhile Jug told the manager what he was after. So it's a car you want, hum!! replied the manager. Well, everyone knows the Fords are out front. Just then the oldtimer inter- rupted him and said, I know Fords are out front, but I live back in the woods. Well, replied the manager, You want to buy a car, don't you? Yes, but do you have to give me all that new-fangled sales talk? All right, said the manager, I'll show you the car. Come with me. As they ap- proached the car J ug's eyes lit up. Of course, that wasn't hard for Jug since he had all that corn liquor in him. Jug looked over the new car, as a child would with a new toy. He even went under the car to see what it was like. All of a sudden Jug let out with a great big yell. What happened? asked the manager. This blankety-blank-blank car! said Jug. Ever since I came to this town it's been nothing but trouble. Every time I turn around somebody tries to trick me, and now it's this dang-blasted car. All I did was turn a little nut, next think I knew I was swallowing some black slimy stuff. What kind of an autermobile is this? Why, that was the nut on the oil pan, you fool, cried the manager. Jug went to the washroom to clean himself off. When he came back, he looked at the car some more. This time he lifted the hood to see what made the car run. Jug started playing with the wires, and pretty soon he had received an electric shock. He let out another screech. This time he began tearing the wires out of the car. I hain't gonna buy any car with spirits in it, replied Jug. The manager jumped on Jug to stop him from tearing out any more wires. That isn't a spirit in the car, replied the manager. That's what makes the car run. Oh! said Jug. Still in all that autermobile shouldn't scare people like that. This time, replied the manager, I'll explain to you the different uses of the car and how it is operated. So the manager kept talk- ing and talking until finally Jug fell asleep. He grabbed Jug and started shaking him to awaken him from his deep sleep. When the manager finally succeeded in awakening Jug, he kept right on talking. When he had com- pleted his sales talk, the manager asked him if he wanted to buy the car. Thinking the matter over carefully for an hour, Jug said, Yes. Upon com- pleting the business transaction, Jug grabbed the keys from the manager, started the car and was off with a bang. Right through the store window! Vvhile on his way to the street he missed a fire hydrant and a policeman. Now that he was on the main street, he proceeded home. He kept zigzaging all over the road, hitting a pedestrian here and taking off car fenders there. He was doing a very neat job of wreck- ing the town. Going home through the back woods, the old fellow was doing a very clean job of cutting trees in two, also a smooth job in mowing the grass. As Jug approached his home, he started to speed up the Model A. Without realiz- ing it, he was going approximately ??? miles an hour. He made the turn into the driveway and was headed toward the barn. The old fellow had gotten so excited that he kept saying Whoa, whoa, just as you would to a horse if you Wanted him to stop. But this was no horse! There was a big crash, then in a few seconds there was another crash. All we could see were parts of the new Model A flying through the air. There were chunks of wood mixed in with the flying parts. Jug had gotten Page Twenty-nine

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and B's. I must be just naturally smart because I never study. He talked on and on about his bril- liance until they arrived at school. Good morning, Miss Greenleaf, said Johnny. Here's my report card. Ma signed it, but she thinks- What? That's Bill's rank card and he has mine? Well, gee, Miss Greenleaf, that's wonderful ! After school Johnny fairly bounced home. When his mother saw his rank card with all A's and B's she apologized. Johnny ran out to play football with the boys. Incidentally, Bill wasn't out on the field and when Johnny called at his house for him. his mother said that Bill wouldn't be playing for a while. He'd be busy studying. LILLIAN YOUNG '49 GEE! A COMPOSITION You go to class and the teacher springs it on you that you must have a five hundred Word composition written for the day after tomorrow and a test for the day before that! I can think of all kinds of things I would rather do and could do better than I can write a composition. I would much rather have a test in math two hours long! You just get an idea in your mind, when someone says something and the thought is gone. Another thought is a longtime coming and by the time it is on paper, five minutes are gone. Oh! There's the bell. No more com- position until tomorrow and my next spare period. Naturally I don't think of the compo- sition until the period is half over, and then I have to finish it up quickly. My classmate has the same problem on his mind and asks me what he can write about. I can't tell him, for I can't even think of anything to write about myself! SHERMAN MANZER '49 GOOD AND BAD CHILDREN Children, you are very little And your bones are very brittle, If you would grow great and stately, You would grow great and sedately. Page Twenty-eight You must still be bright and quiet, And content with simple diet, And remain, through all bewild'ring, Innocent and honest children. Happy hearts and happy faces, Happy play in grassy placesg That was how, in Ancient ages, Children grew to Kings and Sages. MARY PETERS '51 THE NEW MODEL A Once upon a time, there was an old farmer who lived way back in the hills. He was a comical old fellow. When the folks around town were going to have a good time, they would always call on Jug, for he was the life of any party. All Jug needed was iust a jug of corn liquor and he was all set. This hillbilly may have been wild at times, but he still was a good-hearted fellow. Old Jug had worked many years and saved every penny he had earned. You see Jug was saving for something he had always wanted. Do you want to know what it is? Well, I'll tell you. It is a car. The old fellow always worked with horses but ever since he knew what a car was used for, he had wanted one. One day he decided he would take a day off, and go to the city for his car. While he was there, Jug also wanted to see what civilized people looked like. After a long, hard journey to the rail- road station, the old fellow sat down and enjoyed some of his corn liquor. The noise of the train whistle could be heard growing closer and closer as it approached the station. The train squealed to a stop. Jug boarded the train with enough corn liquor in him to blow up an army. The train started for its destination, but after a few hours came to an abrupt stop. As Jug was leaving the train, the con- ductor helped him off and then started to brush off his clothes with a whisk broom. Jug turned around and hit the conductor over the head with his jug. He thought the conductor was trying to pickpocket him, but he was just try- ing to clean J ug's patched pants. Jug then picked up his jug of corn liquor and proceeded on his way. He was surprised at the different things the city had that the country didn't 5'

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out of what was left of the new car. The old fellow looked around to see what damage had been done. By gum, screamed Jug, Old Nellie would have never done this to me. Today the old car stands where he left it, em- bedded in the old apple tree behind the barn. I should have known better, said Jug to his wife. You can't trust them any more than ya kin a horse. ED. NALEPKA '49 OUR SON Tony had been the child of the Howard Jones family. They'd lived five years in Blondeview since coming from Jamesburg. Tony had started high school in Blondeview and had gradu- ated with usual boy's average rank. He'd won letters all four years in both basketball and baseball, but only one was possessed now, because he'd been the type of boy who would share with those who were unable to earn their school letter. The school had greatly missed the class in which Tony had been a mem- ber. When he and one of his close pals had gone to the State University there'd been a party at the town hall for the boys, supported by the town's people. Tony hadn't been brought up like most only children whose parents have a lot of money, because his mother wanted him to be like the other boys and girls of his age. Early one cold and snowing morning, a rap was heard by Dad Jones. He soon had pulled on pants and shirt and limped cautiously to the front door. When he finally got the door unlatched, he looked nervously at a tall stranger, standing with pale face, frozen hands, and covered with the new fallen snow. Sir, he said, are you Howard Jones? Yes, man, what can I do for you? But first come in by the fire and warm yourself. Thank you, sir, he said as he crossed the large, well-furnished room. Slowly Ma Jones came into the brightly lighted parlor and asked if someone had had trouble, while she gazed at the sober stranger. Quite suddenly when all was silent, the stranger stood up facing an en- larged picture of the Jones' son and Page Thirty slowly told them their son had been killed five hours before while returning to college from a victory basketball game. The stranger had waded through the snow drifts, for nearly two hours, to relay this dreadful piece of news. All that Dad and Ma were able to say was, Our son. Thank you kindly, kind fellow. Our son, who shall be with us always in our hearts. BEVERLY PAINE '49 A LESSON LEARNED FROM A SPITBALL He shot a spitball through the air It fell in the room, but he knew not where. He looked everywhere there was to look At last he found it, on his book. Ahem, spoke he, I made a mistake. Next time I will shoot it straight. He got another ready, and then Whiz! Another spitball soon hit his. This time will be the third And that time never fails, I've heard. He got it ready, all ready to throw But-somehow it just would not go. He meditated, oh, so long. What have I done so very wrong? I cannot think what it can be That makes this spitball stay with me. He tried again. How hard he tried! Still, it landed by his side. Oh, dear me, I'm failing so, Why in the world won't it go? I will try just once more. He did. It landed on the iioor. I'll put this thing up forever, said he, For what in the world is its use to me? From this spitball I have learned That wasted time is never earned. To me, now, it's a waste of time. I will never, never again use mine. RAEJEAN LANCASTER '51 LARRY'S HERO There was a crack to the left jaw and a blow to the middle. Larry was hav- ing a boxing match with Joe Lewis.