Anson Academy - Anchor Yearbook (North Anson, ME)

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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

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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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My Dog V I have nzany friends who are wry dear to ine, I have played with the-ni, and worked' with them, as happy as can be. But when we have a quarrel, my best pal and I. I still have left a loyal friend who always stands near by. He lays his head upon my lapg puts his nose into my hand, Seems to gifve me a sweet look to show he understands. lVe't'e been together for many days, and years. l'Ve'z'e shared eaeh want through laughter or tears. There are many friends that I'Il newer forget, But my faithful dog is the best friend yet. -SHIRLEY VJLES ,4Q The First Atomic Bomb Once upon a time there was a little boy who was different from all the other little boys in the neighborhood. While they were playing cops and robbers. he was always at home play- ing with his chemistry set. Seeing his boyish interest and thinking that some day he might become a famous scientist, his parents gave him bigger and better sets. Alas! Little did they know of the terrible plot which their son eventually had in mind. As many other scien- tists had been before him, he was influenced by the devil. Wlhat was this evil that had eaten its way into his diseased mind? l dare not tell because, I am sorry to say, this idea has entered the minds of many other little boys but they have rejected the idea as being too dangerous if not impossible. They have not dwelt upon it night after night until it became an obsession which filled every minute of their lives. Finally the time had come for his dire purpose: as he pressed a button, his mission was completed. The next day the astounding news spread rap- idly. Our boy scientist had become the hero of every boy in the town. He had blown up the schoolhouse. Not a trace was there to show where the Eighteen building had been: not a trace was there to be found of our hero, either. But he had died in vain. The ,building was rebuilt. bigger than before. i t This event should be a lesson to all other little boys. They should always remember that if they try to blow up the schoohouse, they will certainly come to a bad end. --XYALTIQR ELA '46 Aunt Agatha Aunt Agatha hardly dared open her eyes when she awoke. XYhat if the sun should be shining on the white, sparkling snow! It would surely give her a headache and it might also fade the chintz on the chair by the living room window. Oh dear! XYhat if it was cloudy! It was so cold and dreary when there was no sun, and that would mean it was going to storm. What terrible things happened when it stormed! Planes crashed, cars ran into trains and into each other, and pedestrians were run over and injured. So many people were killed! :Xt last she opened her eyes to a nice, bright january day. VVhat if it was cold? XVhat if the pipes were frozen? XYhat if the furnace wouldn't work? Out of bed she jumped. then halted. XYouldn't it be awful if she should fall and break her arm? She made her way cautiously to the radiator which was warm, and doing a good job heating the room. In the kitchen she found the coal tire had kept nicely and the pipes were not frozen. Peering at the thermometer through the window. she saw that it was 25 degrees above zero. Immediately Aunt Agatha started worrying about what the weather would be at night. For she has never learned that all these things are seldom as bad as one expects them to be. 'BEX'liRLY P.-UNE '49 Camp ls Fun Camp is fun. At least, that's what they told me. You'll have a wonderful time and come back happy and rested. But don't you believe it. Maybe l went to