Anson Academy - Anchor Yearbook (North Anson, ME)

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Uncle Josh Buys An Automobile IVell, now children, when your Aunt Nancy wanted a car, I says to myself, That's a purty dern poor thing to do. Anyway, she crabbed and grouched until I bought it. She was happier over that dern thing than a small boy over a whistle. One day she wanted to go for a ride. I think all of Skunk Hollow was there at the time to watch us start. I cranked and cranked on thet there animal until my eyes bulged. Still it would not start. By that time all of the onlookers were giving advice. Hank VVeav- er said maybe I ought to give it some oats and lead it around awhile 'till it got to know me. Berkinshire Bailes said, maybe I orta give it some of that there new-fangled Red Heart Dog Food . James Baile thought it needed some Flea Powderg Aunt Nancy said maybe it was threaded wrong, or the bobbin was wound too tight. and old Duncan, the fool. Wanted to offer prayer. Purty soon Obediah Peaks came along and says, Don't this thing go in somewhere? We fixed it with a few more twists to that there crank, when the thing began to jump, roar, snort and bang. I hopped aboard 'er along with the rest of Skunk Hollow, pulled on a stick that was beside Aunt Nancy and we took off. Vile ran over Cy Pettingill's beehive. tore down his picket fence. ran through a barn yard, over two flocks of hens, and then we were out on the turnpike road. Nancy was al sc1'emii. llleavephadf f his eyes shut. Duncan was a prayin' and it wouldn't be right to say what Obediah Peaks was a doin', but Aunt Nancy said it sounded as if he were a-talking to th' Lord. XYe were speeding along the highway with the old car only hitting the high spots. few and far be- tween. Then we went out of the road through two pastures, over a stone wallg we ran over Cy's dog. killed one sheep and two cows, and then ran into a haystack and blowed up. All I got from thet ride was a broken finger, two black eyes, two lawsuits, and a mortgage on the farm. Nancy says if we ever own an- other automobile we'll have a regular chauffeur 5I.1'fFllIl to run it. I ain't sayin' much but I got a lingering suspicion all my joy riding will be done in an old buckboard wagon!!! -MURIEL DUNPHY '47 A Poem ' I wish that I could zvritv ri porin As .ro 'many others 610: I wish that I could write a porin On a szrbjcrt or treo. If I could write a fvorm I might pass my Englislzg I might ezwz get an .-I In one subject I d0llyI rclislz. I 011Ij'7i'I5Il I rmrla' write a form Ou this subject and that: But I ran't 'write a poem -ind llzatls' that! -KATH ismxiz ELA '47 A Midnight Ride Johnny had been practicing basketball from the time school let out until suppertime. At the supper table he was famished. His mother had prepared hot buttered mashed potatoes. sliced ham. creamed peas. yeast rolls. and hot mince pie. Oh! how good it all looked. Johnny ate and ate, until he could hold no more. Then he sat down to do his homework. After he had finished, he decided to go with his best pal. Ioe, to the new movie now showing at the Upera House. The picture was The Men XYithout A llead and he was very sure that itawas going to be super. Upon arriving at the movie hall. they immediately purchased two boxes of popcorn apiece, and several different kinds of candy bars which they devoured throughout the thriller. After the show they proceeded to the ice-cream parlor where they consumed large quantities of ice cream and sauce, to the complete astonishment of the waiter and the customers. Leaving the ice cream parlor in good spirits. with stomachs full to overflowing, they made their way homeward, Reaching home, feeling a little empty, and liking the idea of some more food. Johnny made his way toward the ice box where he found and devoured a jar of

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olives, a jar of sour pickles, a quart of milk. and one-half a box of soda crackers, follow- ing it all up with a huge ham sandwich and some coke. Now he felt good and decided that he would go to bed. After being asleep for a brief interval he woke up with a terrible pain in his stomach. He groaned and tossed and tried to suffer alone but finally. in desperation. he called his parents. They summoned the doctor. who pro- nounced it a case of acute appendicitis. I-Ie was rushed to the hospital in an ambulance and put immediately upon the operating table. His last thoughts were of a huge olive and pickle man. shooting at him with a celery gun, while he struggled to get away on a cracker Boating on a sea of milk with Coca-Cola waves. -Marty JCDKINS '46 Bored To Tears Here am I, comfortably curled up in a big stuffed chair. just sitting and dreaming. I wish there was a little soft music to make every- thing perfect. but oh no-my brothers have the right to the radio for the next half hour. They're listening to my most hated and most boring program. If they'd only listen to a more exciting story-perhaps Superman or Gang Busters , or some other program. Wlhy did it have to be that terrible Lone Ranger program? XV ill I ever live through it? 011 and on the program clatters. The Lone Ranger and his horse 'Gold'-or is it 'Silver'?-ride continuously for a day and a night. Say, doesnt he ever feed the animal? I'll try plug- ging up my ears. Suddenly there are gun shots that practically scare me out of my wits. Then I softly hear the words: l l'he courageous Ranger and his faithful Indian pal. Tonto. bravely follow the thievesf' Plugging my ears just won't work. Uh well. only five minutes more. Hurrayl He pulls out his six-shooter. tires. and gets one of the thieves! Oh goodness! I almost got excited myself during that part. Thank heaven, that story is over. Now, per- haps. I can listen to my own program. But no-suddenly my sister rushes through the liv- ing room to the radio and mutters something about missing the tirst part of the news. Oh well, your turn next, Phyllis. Then, perhaps, you can listen to the music you had hoped for, about a half hour ago. -I'HyLL1s Coizo '46 The Beor, The Pear And I T110 big black bear ll'as rating a pear That 11ad just d1'of1f1cd from ll free. Tlzv big black bear Didujf lilac' flu' fear So he rolled if aim' to 1110. lVlZf?JI the big black bear Sait' me with flu' fear H 1' was as angry as he could bc. So flza big black bear --Ind 1110 zeiflz tlzc jvcar IVCIIIL a-tt'al1':i11g 'vI'0Il71d 1111: tree. -BARBARA jcnklxs '43 Canoeing Tlzc' 110it', rad 6111100 1'01111's glizling Ollfg, From bmzcallz o lon' lltlllglllg 11110, The paddles, Lilifflllg, I'll.VfllIl1lt'lj'V, Ara propelled by you and IIIU. Nou' fur skim CIFVOSS Ilia Ty'UlCI'v, Stuayiizg fo and fro, The full 1110011 jvccksf1'o111 bal1i11a' a cloud, -Jud grins to sac' IIS go. The c'i'a11i11g is rl1'atui11g to a close. .Jud fue knotu ter' 11111sf 1101 slay, llfzll j'0ll not 601110 again tuiflz 1110, ll'l11'l0 tue arfvlorc tIlI01'lIf'I' bay? 'Y-BIARY jxcocias '48 S c1z'v11fcc11