Anson Academy - Anchor Yearbook (North Anson, ME)

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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.

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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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Joe had always been his hero and he had always dreamed of meeting him in person. As the match went on, Larry decided that Joe was a pretty good boxer. He had a lump on his jaw, a black eye, and he felt as if he had been through a ce- ment mixer. But as yet Larry had not been knocked out, and he was only twelve years old. Finally Joe landed a honey of a punch on Larry's jaw. Everything went black as he felt himself sinking to the floor. Just as he was about to land on the floor, Larry awoke from his terrible dream! ETHEL DYER '51 THE NEW CITY The people of Rome from the time of King Romulus to Augustus Caesar car- ried on their greatest works in both war and peace. Roman history can be divided into three ages. During the first age the Romans were ruled by very cruel and ruthless kings. In the next age they overthrew the kings and formed a republic. The poem, Hora- tius, by Thomas B. Macaulay tells about one of these kings, Sextus Tar- quinius, who tried to regain his power. After this time and up to the time of Augustus Caesar the Romans built up a large empire covering the entire Med- iterranean area. The founder of Rome was Romulus, son of the god Mars and Rhea Silvia. He lived with his brother, Remus, in Alba. When they were small boys, they were thrown into the river Tiber by Amulius, king of Alba. They were saved in a strange manner. Amulius decided on the plan to expel Numitor, his brother, from that regiong but Romulus and Remus, already young men, expelled Amulius from the king- dom and restored Numitor to the throne. Then they started to build new walls around the city, but Remus was killed by Romulus. The new city was called Rome after its founder, Romulus. This new city grew rapidly. Soon the city was full of people, all of whom were men. These men went out in search of wives but could not get them because the neighboring people were afraid of them. The Romans thought of a plan to capture wives for themselves. Romulus prepared games and invited neighbor- ing people to take part. When all of the guests had arrived, the Romans, at a given signal, captured the Women spectators. The men fled in fear that they, too, would be seized. In a short time the women began to love their new Roman husbands. Several years later the Sabine men returned to regain their women. They were able to get Tarpeia, the daughter of Spurius Tarpeius, to open the gate to the city. They attacked the Romans in their camps and the Roman leader, Hostilius, was killed. This misfortune caused the Romans to flee. Romulus asked Jupiter to give them aid and to stop their flight. Jupiter shouted to the Romans to resist the enemy in this place. They formed a battle line and, as they were about to fight, the Sabine women ran between their husbands and fathers, begging them not to kill each other. This ac- tion brought about a reconciliation be- tween the opposing groups. As a re- sult one nation was formed out of two, with Rome as the capital. ROBERT CUMMINGS '50 MEN All men are funny All men are queer, When you want them They're never here. But when you're courting One of these freaks, They'll do anything And not let two squeaks. But if marriage takes place They'll squawk like a hen, If you even ask them To put Junior in his pen. When there's work to be done They're never around, Or they'll make some excuse: I've got business in town. When meals come around Or a suit to clean Page Thirty-one