Anson Academy - Anchor Yearbook (North Anson, ME)

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Downstairs, they lind Mr. Abbott gone, so in order to pass the time, they start throwing pencils and rulers at each other. While Briggs is hunting for some more pencils to throw he spies a glass of water on Mr. Abbott's desk. He throws the water at john, and gets his shirt soaking wet. For this kind act. lohn takes Briggs' jacket off and ducks him into the snow. The ensuing chilly and icy clamminess about the neck and ears does not please him very much. Anyway, he got his overshoes. jacket, and mittens off l -Rlilil4ICK',-X Barons '47 Thinking Sonzrfinzcs I sit U thinking of people, fm' ll'Zt'L7j',' I ruonder tulmf they do f1H'0llgll0l!f the litvlong day: I flzink of all the scrtfife- znvn rulz0 z'f' fought their Quay flrrough baffle, Going cold and lzungry, like ll herd of long lost rattle. I think of all the ships that sail upon ilu' wide blue sea, Of SCllil0l'IIOj'S, so IIVUTC' and true, who died for you and inc. I think of all the folks bark Il0lllt', who tvorkvd in the U. S. fl. Tlzcy did their fvarf for Uncle Sain in the true .-llncrivan way. -MIRIAM SKILLINISS The Lost ls Found Gosh, I wish 1 could find itll' These words came from a freckle faced boy of nine, who had just lost a nickel that his mother had given him for a soda. His tousled hair was red: hence his nickname Red . XYhat ya' lost, kid F asked Ernie. his friend. 1 lost my nickel. My Mom gave it to me for a soda. XYill ya' he'p me hunt for it? NYill ya' Ernie ? asked Red. getting desperate. 7i'Zk'L'1ll.l' My mother gave me a nickel too. an' if we can find yours, maybe Janie and Ruth will help us drink 'um. said Ernie. They hunted and hunted but they did not linrl Red's coin. The two boys trudged wearily homeward. When they came to Reds house, his mother came out to meet them. 'lXVhere have you been? I have been looking everywhere for you, she asked in a laughing way. Did you spend your nickel? No, said Red. l lost it. I know. replied his mother. When you put it into your pocket. it fell right down through. You must have a hole in your pocket. Red then got his nickel from the shelf in the house and the two boys went happily down the road towards the store. --C. B1iRRv '40 My First Experience As A Sailor The angry waves rolled over our deck while the wind howled about the mast. Our crew was desperately trying to keep the frail St Anne afloat. At the instant a deafening roar of thunder, followed by a blinding Hash of lightning came, the mast split. All hope for our survival died. As the chaplain came to the middle of the deck, the men gathered around him in prayer. lslis strong clear voice rose in prayer above the crash and roar of the storm. Suddenly our ship gave a great lurch and we were thrown into the water in the path of an enormous wave. Hurry with your bath. vlunior. lt's time for bed. came an impatient voice. Oh gee! muttered junior. just another dream in the bathtub! --MARY I,xcQt'14:s '.1,R Cows All of the cows that I have ever seen give milk at some time in their lives or they aren't real cows. Those that are not cows come under either of the following classes: bulls. steers, calves, heifers or what have you. Most cows are equipped with four legs, one mouth, two

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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

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eyes. and a long tail that really stings when you are slapped across the face with it. Every morning you have to feed grain in and pull milk out. Some cows give a full pail of milk, some give half a pail and some don't give any at all. lYhen you get them milked, they kick over the milk pail and that makes you darn mad. If you don't get up and feed and milk them the same time every morning, they will drive you crazy until you do feed them. You may not believe it but all this has to be done four- teen times a week. liach spring you have to build fences and all summer you have to chase cows. But I have an air rilie that makes them dance when they start feeling frisky. Xlihen you do try to milk them and do them a good turn they try to see how close they can come to you without quite hitting you with their dirty feet. They almost always do hit you and can knock you a yard or so. I always say, Kick them before they kick you and you won't get hurt by their big feet. -Euxwx McLii.yN '48 We Girls! 'Tiuas flu' night before Siuzday, .Jud all tlzrzr' 1110 house, ,llaflzcr and I lzzmtcfd madly, For my zulzife satin blouse. .lloflzcr in lzfr lionseroaf, And I, turapfvd fn uziuf, Daslmd wildly about, That a'a1'm'd blame to find. lli1IUll out in the dooryard, Tlzfrc arose szfrlz a slmzri, I flew fo 11110 door Quay, To .ray Ill br riglzf ozzf. T110 sun .rafting in the Iucsl. ll a.r zrlilzoficvd by mc. I I'HS11I'0' up the stair tcay ll lLc'rr' on a haizgcr, my 12101150 I did sea' On our way fa the m0z'1'c5, at last. I 1'c'Ia.1'cd zvillz a sigh, ll'11iI0 motlzrr said. 'Lllaybr -vmfll Learn to rfizzculbcr, Ivy and by. -Bl-Qviakrv l'.-time '49 l'll Be Seeing You Lieutenant XYayne Kingsley was standing in the depot waiting for the train. The small building was crowded with service men and their families. XYatching them bid each other goodbye, XVayne felt one moment of sadness, but he shrugged it off, saying, No, this is the way I want it. I don't believe in having parents and friends crying as you leave. T halt memory stays with you always. I want to come to the station alone, get on the train and be gonef, Glancing once more around the station, his eyes rested on the large clock at the end of the rectangular room. Ten minutes more ll XV alk- ing over to the jute box he put in a nickel and pushed the first button. The haunting strains of I'll Be Seeing You filled the room. XYayne thought then of his mother with her grey hair. and red, jolly face. He thought of her last words to him. He hadn't paid much attention at the time. Yet. they were nearly the same as those in the song! just then a train whistle broke into his reverie. He rushed to the phone booth and dialed a number. As a voice came from the other end of the wire, he said, Hello, Mom? The train just pulled in so I have to hurry. but I had to tell you once more before leaving that I love you. Don't worry, Mom. Remember that no matter what happens. 'I'll Be Seeing You'. XYith these words he put the receiver back on the hook and rushed out. grabbed his bags, and jumped aboard the slowly moving train. lYhen XVayne reached his base in California, he and his buddies were shipped out imme- diately. VVhere they were going they did not know. but one thing was certain, they would see plenty of action. On Bougainville they were the first company to land. Their next action was at Iwo. Then, after weeks of waiting word came for them to start for -lapan. By this time the boys were all tired and lonely. Wayne had been one of the lucky ones. Even though he had been on the front line, he hadn't received a scratch. At the landing on japan a jeep overturned, giving XVayne a glancing blow beside the head Tfvcvzfy-O1ze l l