Anson Academy - Anchor Yearbook (North Anson, ME)

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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

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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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the wrong camp. Wihen I arrived. I had to put all my luggage away, make my bed and sweep the cabin floor because I got it dusty, moving things around. My bed was in a corner of the- cabinnacross which was a stick that served as a place- to hang clothes. The pecu-' liar thing about this contrivance was ,that it was inclined to fall down on my face at any hour that I happened to be reclining upon my bed of ease. H Sometime before supper, I learned' that I was supposed to wait on tables. By the time I arrived at the mess hall, the girls were al- ready setting tables. The counselor in charge asked me where I'd been and if I thought I was a privileged character. By the time I'd assured her that I was just an ordinary indi- vidual, she acted as if she didn't feel well. During supper the waitress sits at the left of the counselor. The girls said that the supper was delicious but I didn't have time to hnd out. First, we ran out of milk, then bread, then butter, next someone left the. cover of the salt shaker unscrewed and 1 had to go and replenish the supply of saline ingredient. After supper was over I thought my arduous duties were over, but no, I was told to clean the table and sweep the floor. M p The next day Iuhad todo K. P. Yffe peeled potatoes and peeled potatoes. Every, few ming utes the cook would come out and tell us to hurry up. . I . , A Un the third day I was on clean-up for the grounds. XVe had to go over the whole camp site, pick up paper and rubbish, and do various other back-breaking jobs. y The task Ild been dreading came next, that of washing dishes. In a large camp there are more dishes than you can count, and they get all of them dirty. The next day was a glorious one, and the most pleasant that I spent in camp. I could rest! I didn't have to do anything! That is. I didn't have to do anything unless it was the day we cleaned the toilets. Camp is fun if you remember the swim- ming, boating, hikes, camphres, folk .dancing, crafts. and canteen. But if you remember the other things that I have told you about, you feel sort of tired. , . ' ' I - -K.X'l'HERINPI IBLA '47 I o A 'fMiy Brother W'hen I getiiup in the morning, I call my brother. 1He answers, Yep, coming. Hey, what time is it 7, T A in I say, Time to get up l About a half hour later he comes to the kitchen, dragging one foot after the other. Finally he decides to wash up and comb his hair. Talk about girls primping!! After all those glossy waves are just right. he decides to eat. He consumes hisr reakfast in about half an hour. Then it's about ten minutes past eight. He hustles and bustles around, try- ing to get ready for school, with only twenty minutes for a good long walk to school before the bell rings. He arrives at school at twenty-nine minutes past eight, takesnoff his cap, one mitten, one overshoe, and lays down his books just as the bell rings. 'He goes tothe classroom to take his seat with his one mitten, one overshoe, and one jacket still on. He gives Phyllis or me a slap with the ruler as he goes. on to class. During the recitation Mr. Merrill asks him which is heavier, a tonlof iron or a ton of feathers. I-Ieoanswers, AHA ton of iron, of course. Mr.'Merrill says, Oh, Briggs, you're hopeless! H As Briggs is 'sitting patiently the last few minutes of class he thinks to himself: ffWell, it won'.t'be long now before I can take my jacket, overshoe, and mitten offfl The bell rings and class is dismissed. Briggs makes a dash for thedoor, runs into one of the teachers, and knocks the books out ,of her hand. He then has a good game of pick-up . V Out in the hall, 'he gets his iovershoe off, just asjohn calls out, Come on, Briggs, let's go over to Mr. Abbott's room. . On the way, as they get to fooling, john pushes Briggs in the snowbank. john picks him up, puts 'him overt his shoulder, and so to Hr. Abbottls room. they go. nmfs., ., N iueteefiz