Anson Academy - Anchor Yearbook (North Anson, ME)

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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

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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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They're the most helpful creatures That were ever seen. Men are all alike Every darn one. If you find one that isn't You had better hang on. PRISCILLA WHITING '50 ERNEST'S LESSON Mr. and Mrs. Temple and Ernest had just moved to Centerville from the country where Ernest had been the cen- ter of all activities as he was both ath- letic and smart. Mr. Temple had de- cided to move as he had decided to ex- tend his grocery business to a larger town. They bought a house on Ohio Avenue, two blocks from the school. Ernest was a junior in high school and was used to having things practi- cally his own way as he was attractive and an only child. In this town he found things were not as easy to join. On the way to school the first morn- ing, he met a boy about his own age and was greeted cheerily. They made friends then at school. Lorin Arnold, his new friend, introduced him to the other students. For two or three days they liked him and were thinking about asking Ernest to join the crowd. Then Ernie slipped back to his old habit of domineering others. The girls and boys in Lorry's group were not used to being bossed and did not enjoy it. They excluded him and very seldom spoke, they even avoided being near him. He realized he was being avoided and could not understand, for he had tried to make a good impression on them, but he didn't realize he was domineering. He had also begun to like a neighboring girl, named Rose Anne, who was very attractive and had thought she liked him, too. His only friend was Lorry who had remained faithful. About a week later, Ernie consulted Lorry with his problem as there was a Prom in the near future, to which he wished to invite Rose Anne. Lorry ex- plained to him, his habit of being over- bearing, because he had been so popu- lar at his former school. Ernie was so Page Thirty-two thankful for this information he offered to do Lorry's homework for him. The following day, Ernie began to reform. He was kind to everyone and extended little courtesies to others. Soon he had made more friends than he had ever had before. The week be- for the Prom, Ernie asked Rose Anne if she would accompany him to the com- ing dance. She accepted joyfully as she had begun to like him very well after he had realized his failing. In the evening he did his homework, then said goodnight to his parents and ascended to his room. In bed that night he resolved to be kind to everyone from then on, regardless of his inner attitude toward the person. NANCY WITHAM '52 YOUNG DANNY THOMAS It was one hot October day when Danny Thomas was last seen. He was walking down a long hill which led to the rural part of the small town called Winsville. Danny and his mother lived alone in a small dilapidated house. His father died when he was a small boy. He never went to school very much, because he had to work at all the odd jobs he could find to help support his mother and himself. His mother had been ill for a long time and desperately needed medical care. Danny, not being old enough to get a steady job, could not afford to send his mother to a hospital. Overwhelmed with grief he started walking down the long hill. Oblivious to where he was going, he wandered a long way into the country. The road was a very quiet, lonely one. The only sound was the occasional chirp of a cricket, and the grinding of small peb- bles under his feet. Then he heard the roaring of a car. He looked up to see it racing down the road, coming full speed toward him. He moved out of its path, just in time, be- cause it went speeding by, throwing dust into his eyes. Behind the first car another car came and stopped abruptly, beside him. An officer stuck his head out the window and asked Danny which way the car