Anson Academy - Anchor Yearbook (North Anson, ME)

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16 THE ANCHOR lIllHHHY Lizzie's Singing In my kitchen Lizzie's singing ,- Words I hear her'say Bring the sweetest music ringing Of another day. Lizzie holds her pickaninny On a starry nightg . Pappy's strumming, little Dickie Dances in the light. Of a new moon, bright and slender, Caught up in the trees ,' Lizzie's music, sateet and tender, Swings upon the breeze. Little pickaninny darling , Tremulous, now low ,' Lizzie's holding her wee starling Of the long ago. Shut yo' eyes, yo' pappy's strumming, Not a ghost to fear, Lower, lower, Lizzie's humming IVords I cannot hear. Like a south wind, sobbing, weeping, Softly hushgd and deep, Lizzie in my kitchen weeping, Sings her child to sleep. My Composition I have before me a blank sheet of paper. If this paper is still blank tomorrow morning at 8:35, I shall- have to stay after school for English. However, I ani not worrying as I know I can write something. Shall it be de- scription, exposition or narration? I think I'll try descriptiong that ought to be easy enough. All you have to do is to describe something. What will it be? I have it! Snow. Every- body writes about how white it is, how it falls- er, ah, hum! Oh well, I think I could do much better with an exposition. It must have some- thing to do with exposing someone. 'I should not think that the teacher would want me to expose anyone. But, I do know someone I cou.u expose. Teddy might expose me if I exposed him though so I guess that leaves ex- position out. Now there is just one thing left, narration. I wonder if I know any stories? Oh yes! there was a travelling salesman who- whoops, I guess I don't want to tell that one. Maybe I ought to make up a story. Once up- on a time, there was a man. This is going to be easyg all I have to do is to put something in between once upon a time and they lived happily ever after . Let's see! There was a boy: no, a girl. No, I guess a boy and he- er, ah, hum! Well, this paper isn't blank now, but it is the nearest thing to it. By the looks of it, I think I shall be staying anyway. '- VV ALTER ELA '46 Spring in Maine In the early spring of the year. When the rains begin to fall I want to be in Maine, our Maine The grandest -state of all! U 1 want to sit in the old rocker And watching the little drops of rain There's no other place I want to be Than in the grand old state of Maine. When in the way of distance I see the snow-capped mountains To me they look like crystal fountains Reaching for the sky. Then, in early April W'hen the pussy willows nod their drowsy heads I often wondered if they wish to Leave their cosy beds. And enjoy M aine's cool spring air In the sunshine and freshness of spring so rare. Some people newer notice these Signs of the spring, especially in Maine As for me, I sit' and swoon ozfer Little drops of rain. Domus SKILLINGS '46

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ANSON AC:.o2MY I5 SlNIHH IllHY I l Standing left to right: Robert Judkins, Bruce Paine, Walter Ela, Joyce Young, Teddy Briggs. Seated left to right: Elizabeth Spencer, Dawn Bessey, Glenice Livingston, Erma Hoyt, Frances Adams. Betty's Millionaire The Senior Play was presented on Friday, April 13, in Academy Hall and was directed by Miss Pullen of the faculty. The cast was as follows: Betty Brown, who zuaizts to marry a millioizaire, JOYCE YUUNG Peter Adams, the millionaire, XNALTER ELA Sam Palmer, Peter's seeretary, TEDDY BRIGGS Sue Vlleatherbee, Peter's Cousin and a friend of Betty, DAWN BEssEY Nancy Fletcher, friend of Betty, GLENICE LIVINGSTON Mrs. Evangeline Brendlinger, a roriiantir old soul, ERMA HOYT Augustas Vl'inslow, staying at Ocean Breezes for his health, BRUCE PAINE Thaddeus Atterbury, proprietor of Ocean Breezes, ROBERT JUDKINS Nora, maid of all work, ELIZABETH SPENCER Lillie Daniels, an architect, FR.txNCEs ADAMS Betty Brown, pretty and intelligent, whose life ambition is to marry a millionaire. finally meets one-or thinks she does. ln reality he is nothing but a secretary. This is all the re- sult of a bit of scheming on the part of Betty's friends, Sue and Nancy. However, Betty turns the tables by falling in love with the secretary, who, of course, is ac- tually the millionaire. And then, upon discover- ing the identity of the man she loves, is pro- voked at being fooled and declares she won't marry anyone, which complicates matters quite nicely, especially as Sue has decided to marry the real secretary. And to top off this bright comedy, there is Thaddeus Atterbury, proprietor of the Ocean Breeze Hotel, where the action of the play takes place. Thaddeus is anxious that all his pay- ing guests are comfortable and happy, but is quite annoyed at being labeled a chicadee by Mrs. Brendlinger.

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ANsoN ACADEMY Graduhtes Creed I sing a song of dear old Anson Anson is the place for me I sing a song of dear old memories Cherished 'til eternity. I remember all my tears and laughter Brought by this Academy Still to be remembered everafter Anson is the place for me. Never shall I fail the name of Anson I shall sing its praises loud and free Of all the schools in Old New England I'z'e found that Anson is the place for me. Never shall I fail the things it taught me I'll uphold its teachings loud and strong Anson Academy, that dear old Academy Always was it right and never wrong. Cheer we all for dear old Anson Always shall we hold a torch for thee. Anson Academy. that dear old Academy Anson is the place for me! - IVA MOULTON '48 Dern Such Weather Did you ever see such weather? It seems as if it either rains or snows every day. I don't believe that the nights should be so cold either. How can you have any fun nights if it is between thirty and forty degrees below zero? Along about seven-thirty in the morn- ing, the sun makes a feeble attempt at getting up. By eight-thirty, the sun is hidden behind the clouds. You might just as well give up all hope of seeing the sun that day. I'll bet that most of the people aren't thinking white celestial thoughts. Occasionally, say once a week, the sun does finally come out at about eleven o'clock and stays out until about six o'clock in the even- ing. But those days are so rare that we shall not mention them. If it. snows, it snows about a foot and, if it rains, it rains for about a month. I should think that God would take pity on us poor lowly mortals. In the summer time when you are trying to hay, it generally rains, Let me give you a hint. If your garden is drying up and you want some rain, just go ahead and cut down about twenty I7 tons of nice 1irst'crop clover and I'll bet any- thing that it will rain for forty days and forty nights. Or, if you do not want any rain, just plant about ten acres of corn. Of course it won't rain! This way is kind of egcpensive, but it always brings results. No wonder all the farmers say Dem such weather . - WINSTON MCLEAN ,45 Loss The little old cradle is empty The room is shabby and drear The tiny head that lay on the pillow Long since has passed from here. The room is almost in darkness Except for the red of glowing flames A woman sits quietly rocking, Rocking out her heart rending plains. Her face is twisted in agony And her shoulders droop with a sigh, For this grief-torn creature is the mother Of the little one who has passed by. As I gaze upon the picture I watch with fascinated eyes And her face gently relaxes And more quietly in her chair lies. For this brave woman bears her grief As no man ere could'do She looks upon thetragedy As something anyone could go through I think that if everyone Could be as brave as this A That all the common everyday things Would be valued as heavenly bliss. For she cgvpreciates the wealth she had If only f r a short while Humble, and a gift of God Be it only a step or a mile. - DAWN Bssssv '45 Diseases and Ailments of Spring Around the months of April, May, and June, there is a certain wonderful illness going around which makes the lives of most boys quite en- joyable. Not being an authority on the op- posite sex, I could not tell you whether or not they catch it. This malady, as you have probably guessed,