Anson Academy - Anchor Yearbook (North Anson, ME)

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Student Council Front row, left to right: Flora Newell, Edith Spencer, Mary Jacques, Patricia Witham, Barbara Judkins. Second row: Garry Spencer, Eldon McLean, James Farley, Vaughn Bessey, Sherman Manzer. The Student Council has had another success- ful year in directing school affairs. At the beginning of the year the following ofiiccrs were elected: President , . . .. lames Farley Secretary . ,....., Mary Iacques Treasurer . ,. . .. . .. Patricia Witham Under Principal Connon's helpful guidance the group undertook the responsibility of many school affairs. Last fall a well attended dance was held. Transportation for the out of town basketball games was also a problem of the Stu- dent Council. We hope that in future years the Student Council will grow even stronger and will con- tinue to be an asset in school life at Anson Academy. Page Twenty-one

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WHAT KIND OF CITIZEN ARE YOU? Take just a few seconds right now to nomi- nate your candidate for the girl or boy who is the best school citizen. It's not as simple as it sounds, is it? Are you going to choose the person who heads committees, plays in all the games and would probably be chosen the most popular school member? Are clothes, personality and dancing ability to be considered? When I think of school citizenship, I recall a boy who never played in a game, who couldn't dance a step, and who passed his courses only by a narrow margin. I-le never missed seeing a game, however, and there was never a dance for which he had not helped wire the gym. To gain those passing grades he had to put forth more effort than brighter pupils had exerted for their A's. When he was graduated, a big gap was left in the school. I-Ie had made his good citizenship felt. Well, have you chosen your candidate? Is it the fellow out front who gets the applause and takes the bows, or is it someone who is in the background doing the dirty work without complaining? And incidentally, what kind of a school citizen are you? Preston R. Charles '49 MY DEAR Sitting by the window in the afternoon, I wonder and dream my dear of you Wishing and hoping that you would come soon. Sitting by the window that evening with you, I didn't have to wonder-'cause then I knew- The only thing I wanted, my dear, was you. Edith Spencer '49 A DAY AT SCHOOL In the cold sub-zero weather, Along about quarter past eight, You can hear the chugging of the Ford Coming down the Solon straight. Way off yonder you see a streak, She will be here in a jiify, And we won't have long to wait- Because I'll swear she's doing sixty. As Miss Durgin pulls into the driveway And shouts, Isn't it chilly? Among the agreeing crowd, Undoubtedly the happiest is Skilly. As the crowd adjourns to the building And Skilly leads the way, Miss Durgin draws the conclusion That it's going to be a perfect day. The oHice door flings open And Connon rings the bell. It's time for Skilly to quit flirting, And who with is not hard to tell. The Sophomores are quickly accumulating, To see their handsome teacher, Also, in walks Connon, And you'd think he was a preacher. ln spite of the very cold weather The fuel is on delay, I know you all will be sorry, But there will be no school today. The crowd is very rushing, Nobody is ever shy. Skilly comes prancing in To tell Miss Durgin Good-by. Everybody has gone now, And Skilly is being tricky. Who should be coming, arm and arm, But Becky Briggs and Ricky. Eugene Norton '50 MY FORD To many people a Ford I've shown, To many a fool my Ford I've loaned, But some fellers say, A car, that's all, But most of the time, I go by them all. There are many things wrong with my car, But nothing I cannot I-ix, by far. I have learned a few tricks of the trade, But for my Ford, they seem to be made, Bolts and nuts, wire and nails, All together they would fill four pails. Those are the things of which my Ford is made. But it flies through sun and shade, Through spring and summer, rain and shine, In some of the darndest places my Ford you'll find. Some people talk with scorn and hate, But in my Ford they just don't rate. Some people whisper and talk, But on the highway I let them walk. Some cars are good and others bad, But many the troubles in my Ford I've had, Some people like a Ford, and others don't, Page Twenty-three