Anson Academy - Anchor Yearbook (North Anson, ME)

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Karen always had steak, that was her favorite dish. Then the war came! Karen, without a moment's hesitation, had gone to serve her country but Glen was left behind because of a weak heart. He was left behind to keep the home fires burning and to worry. The latter, he did a lot of in the two years that followed. There was very seldom any word from her, but now and then there was an account of some heroic deed in the papers and her name was mentioned. Yesterday, when the telegram came every- thing in the world seemed brighter to Glen. Karen was coming home tomorrow. A lot had to be done before then. The house was cleaned and the best steaks in town were bought. Now, as the train pulled into the station, Glen felt a moment of panic. What if she shouldn't remember him! Several passengers stepped through the gate- way. The band began to play, and there she was standing bravely in the doorway of the baggage carl A gleaming medal hung from her collar. Suddenly she saw Glen and with a joyous bark ran to her master, Karen, the heroic dog of the year. Mary Iacques '48 A FRIEND INDEED Certainly if they didn't find Mickey in the next hour or two he'd be frozen somewhere in a snow drift. He left home earlier this morn- ing for his morning exercise, which wasn't un- usual, but he'd seemed lonesome and maybe even sick. Mother had said she shouldn't have let him go out, but did and now all the boys and girls in the neighborhood were hunting for him. Mickey had had no home before coming to the United States from Africa and as far as anyone knew, he'd had only one sister and she'd been adopted by a man from Texas. People were sure she'd run away from home because the climate was so different and she couldn't get accustomed to it. The men of the B Divi- sion of the Army Air Force had found them sheltering under an old barn trying to keep warm. The children's hearts were aching now as they dragged their tired feet over the snow cov- ered ground and shouted Mickey's name but still he did not answer. lt seemed as if they never could go on if their best friend were not found soon. And spring would be coming soon and he played on the neighborhood baseball team, not too well, but the boys liked him and let him play. It seemed as if Mickey were always the center of attraction and always do- ing something funny or getting into some kind of mischief which his friends had to help him out of. But he was always grateful for their help and even afterward never forgot them and what they'd done for him. Many times he'd gone into the woods hunting with them and had run away from home down to the nearby brook fishing with the boys. One time the boys had all gone into the large field to fly a kite and Mickey had torn his new pants and felt terribly about this because in his country new clothes were a great blessing. The boys assured him everything would be O. K. and that Mr. lakes could easily get him a new pair. Mickey had learned to play a piano since he'd been here and this was great fun because never before had he seen one and the music seemed wonderful to him. All of a sudden a noise came from over the next snow covered hill, and the boys all started in the same direction with shouts of glee and calling Mickey's name because it must be Mickey. Then they could see his little red cap and his long thin tail sticking up from be- hind the drift and then he jumped up and came running toward them and he looked just as funny as he did the day they gathered around to see their little monkey friend taken from the box the day he arrived and from then on every- one had loved this cute little monkey. Beverly Paine '49 STINKY AND HIS PET FROG Stinky was a little fellow six years old, and lived in a small town named Brownville. In the spring and summer Stinky's favorite pastime was catching frogs. Every day when Stinky's mother was not in sight he'd sneak down to the frog pond with his bean shooter and every time a frog would come to the sur- face, Stinky would shoot at him but he always missed. Stinky couldn't understand why he couldn't catch a pet frog for his little friend. Chubby did, and he couldn't let Chubby get ahead of him. One nice sunny morning after Stinky had eaten his breakfast he asked his mother if he could play with Chubby, but Stinky didn't go to get Chubby. He headed straight for the frog Page Twenty-five

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You can talk and yell, and they just won't. It knocks and rattles, and hammers and pounds, And it makes some of the darndest sounds. It groans and rumbles and rattles along, And that folks,-is the end of my song. Richard Whitaker '48 PLAYING PRANKS ON LEM As we look back into the 1880's in a small town on the outskirts of Washington we find a big lumber camp where there are negroes as well as a few white men. On the crew there was one negro who was always careful that he didn't over work, and the other men were always playing pranks on him. - One morning before breakfast the cook rang the mess bell and they all turned out except Lem fthe lazy negroj. While eating, one of the boys thought they would break Lem of ly- ing abed mornings, so Ioe goes to the cupboard and finds the red pepper and mixes it with the cereal that remained on the stove to keep warm for Lem when he got up. Soon after, Lem came out to breakfast. He took his plate and helped himself to the cereal, leisurely taking his time. He took a mouthful, then asked, Who cooked de cereal dis morn? Ioe told him that the cook did, same as usual. Why it tastes mighty funny. Well Lem, the longer it sets around the stronger it gets. Dat's funny, de cook must have changed de brand, l'd never knowed it growed stronger befo. Me tinks it about time somebody git us a new cook den, if day can't git a new brand of cereal. I think it must be your taster, Lem. Well den, me taster has changed since yester morn. Disappointment showed on the faces of the men that were sitting around the breakfast table, as they rose to tramp off into the woods. Everybody was at their post but Lem, he did not show up, and the boss came inquiring where Lem was. The men said, He was eat- ing breakfast when we left. They sent a man to see if he could find Lem. On arriving at the camp, Ioe found Lem in the bunk camp asleep. Ioe went and got a long icicle and hung it over Lem's head. ln a few minutes it began to melt and run into his face. Lem woke up and said, Boys, we must be getting a big rain, de camp is leak- in . gkfhile Ioe is waiting for the icicle to fully awaken Lem, he takes Lem's rubbers and puts Page Twenty-four a little molasses in each one. By this time Lem is awake so Ioe says, Lem, the boss says you get up into the woods or take the tote road. Where are my rubbers? says Lem. Right here, says Ioe. So Lem puts them on as quick as he can and starts for the woods as fast as he can travel. As soon as Lem got to where the men were working, they discovered that they didn't have a peavey, so they sent Lem to the camp for a cant hook. He was gone some time when they began to think that he had lain down some- where for a nap and were about ready to send someone in his place when they saw Lem com- ing down the toe path leading a de horned cow. The men began to rave. What have you got that cow down here for? Masher sent me fo' a cant hook and she can't hook. It was getting late so they all decided that they might as well go back with Lem. When they all had gotten cleaned up and ready for another meal, in dragged Lem, with rubbers on filled with molasses that was run- ning out the tops. Ioe asked Lem what that was coming from the top of his rubbers. Masher me had a soo toe and I treated it last night with peroxide and she sho' am working. The boys laughed and decided that there wasn't much use in playing any more jokes on Lem. Ruth Newell '48 TOGETHER The shrill whistle of the rapidly approaching train cut through the still air. The sound brought many persons rushing out on the plat- form. All this commotion was unnoticed by Glen Gray, however, as he stood in front of the dingy railroad station deep in thought. He was thinking of Karen, and of how happy they'd been before the war. As he relived those years in memory his face seemed to change. The worried lines relaxed and he looked young again. He could see Karen now, in the living room of their home, her dark hair shining in the glow of the fireplace. Now they were walking to the top of Sun- nyside Hillf' There they would sit under the big pine tree and listen to the wind whisper through the branches. After watching the sun set, and the lights go on, one by one, down in the village, they would race home through the dimly lighted streets to a big steak supper.

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pond but that morning he had forgotten his bean shooter, so he thought he could catch one with his hands. After Stinky had impatiently sat there for an hour or so, he saw a frog jump up. He grabbed for it but missed, and fell into the pond. Stinky began to get scared not knowing what his mother would say. Pulling himself out of the pond he started on his way home, soaked to his skin. On the way home something began to tickle his leg. He felt in his pocket, and to his sur- prise it was his pet frog that he had been trying to catch all summer. Miriam Skillings '49 MODEL A Here ye! Here ye! loud and gay, Here comes a story of my model A, Drive up to a tank and order ten, lust a little juicelene to make it sputter again. Your back won't ache, but your head will spin, Travel about sixty, just to break it in. She may buck, cough and sputter too, But if you ever want trouble, it's just the thing for you. It takes you way off, and stops dead still, Hoping to the Lord that it stops on a hill. I always get out and open up the hood, And look at the motor which is not much good. I went for a ride on a Sunday afternoon, I had a Hat tire, just a little too soon. There was a station just a half mile away, So that ended the trouble of my Model A. Merle Skillings '48 THE EIGHTH WONDER OF THE WORLD! One day last Iuly I decided to rake the leaves on the front lawn, but having more brains than brawn, I decided against it and lay down on the lawn to rest. I was just beginning to doze off when a car stopped out in front and a man got out-a man you would expect to find in a circus side show. He was short with slightly bowed legs, and a very funny shaped head, al- most like a pumpkin. This character proceeded to invade my privacy, so I persuaded myself to arise. This fellow, as I soon learned, had come to hire me as an assistant on an expedition that Page Twenty-six he was going to finance to Siberia. He called himself W. P. Garfinkle III. I was kind of skeptical about going, but the adventure it promised appealed to me so, as usual, my sec- ond nature got the best of me. We left New York the next week, and were in Denmark in ten days. We got to Siberia three days later. The aim of the professor was to investigate rumors of a very valuable ore called pitchblend. We pitched camp at the foot of a huge mountain. We had a large party with us, mostly all men. The professor said he was going out and look around, so I decided to look the place over my- self. I proceeded up the base of the mountain. I'd been climbing about three-fourths of an hour when I found it. It was a cave in a large cliff covered by bushes. I entered the cave and looked around. My first glance discovered nothing out of the ordinary, but my second glance brought momentary panic, because there before me I saw a huge ship and lifelike look- ing men that had been preserved in the huge walls of ice. These men, probably vikings, had come here millions of years ago, and had been trapped. I rushed back to the camp to spread the news. The men were getting ready to eat when I arrived. When I told them what I had seen they just laughed and looked at each other. Finally I persuaded them to come with me. We all headed back up the mountain and into the cave, but this time it looked different. It didn't seem as big as before, and the wall looked as natural as any other cave. The men started joking and asked me where my men and huge ship were but I was speechless, to say nothing about being humiliated. On the way back the professor told me that sometimes the sunlight shines down through natural chimneys in the mountains and then forms huge shadows on the wall. He also added a huge imagination helped a lot! I agreed, but somehow it didn't seem right, but who am I to judge the many wonders of nature? Garry Spencer '49 MEMORIES It happened on a Wednesday morning. I'd been out to a late party the night before, and being very tired, I slept late that morning. Martha, the housekeeper, awakened me about nine fifteen. She never awakened me, unless it was absolutely necessary. I was quite surprised