Anson Academy - Anchor Yearbook (North Anson, ME)

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when I'd learned what had happened, although I'd expected it for some time. E Ever since I could remember, Martha had worked for the family. When mother had died, I was only four years old, the youngest of three children. Martha had been the only mother I could go to for help. Now that this had hap- pened, she still was the only one I could go to for comfort. After I had tried to eat my breakfast, and failed, I talked with Martha. After that, I wan- dered down to the old brook. There, George, my older brother, and I used to spend most of our time fishing. I remember one special day. George and I had skipped school to go fishing. Old Ben, a hired hand on the ranch, had seen us. He came down to where we were fishing, and talked to us about leaving our studies. Old Ben had had no opportunity to attend school, and he hoped we'd make the best of it while we had the chance. After that afternoon, we never skipped school again, and we were thank- ful for it in later years. I kept on walking. I was now by the old gravel pit where we used to watch trucks come for loads of gravel, and leave again. I remem- ber George always wanted to run the steam- shovel there. I now turned around and walked up to the pasture, where the horses were grazing. This, too, brought back memories. We used to go there and feed the horses lumps of sugar when- ever possible. I now wandered back towards the house, thinking about what had happened. There would be no more of those wonderful memories, for I had but a little time to live. The doctor had phoned the results of yester- day's physical examination this morning, and the result was a serious heart disease which could never be cured. Chrystelle Berry '49 CLASSIFIED ADS When reading through magazines and news- papers, I often read the ingenious classified ads. I don't know about you, but I think they are very foolish and nonsensical. Maybe some peo- ple like them, but I think the greater part of them look at the crazy things just for the laughs. I just finished looking at some of them and I wonder if I can think up some almost as crazy as the originals. I believe I will try it. I-Iere goes. Have Your New Car Made into an Antique Send your new car to Reiley and Riley. When we get done with it you can sell it for an antique. All cars will be returned by return mail, postage prepaid. If you can find our address you are lucky. We can't find it ourselves. Want to Be Beautiful? Indian Special Come to our shack and we'll teach you how to put on war-paint. If we can't help you, you're helpless anyway if you come to us, so don't come, we're helpless too. Smachum Pusses Mug Makeup Co. Skunk Flats, Moswa Biggest Bargain on Earth! also on any other planet Buy one of our new fangled Bicycles. 153.50 a dozen. You will have to buy extra wheels, tires, tubes, bearings, and, well, why not buy a whole new bike. If you can't afford this, we have cheaper ones wit-h the paint scraped off. Hurry and buy--Oh, Oh-needn't bother, we just went out of business. Mmmmmmmm - It's Horsemeatl Itls the best horsemeat you ever ate, especially if you have never eaten any before. It is canned with hash, chili sauce, mustard, and blueberries. No other company makes it this way. They don't dare to. It doesn't bother our cooks, they can't smell any more. Get it, it's I-Ioofman's Hooey I-Iorsemeat. Please, folks, don't think they are real ads. I hope they aren't that bad. Lester Stapleford '49 SENIORS FAREWELL Our farewell soon is coming, And we'll then be on our way. But-to a new and brighter land? Oh! that we cannot say. People say we'll soon find riches, And a world full of strange new things. But still what strange new sadness, Our last farewell now brings. Our thoughts are onward soaring. Are our happy days now o'er? Page Twenty-seven

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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

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Well-that we cannot answer But we hope we shall find more. Are there rainbows for us waiting- Waiting? Time will only tell, But we will know one sad parting, When we say our last farewell. Iva Moulton '48 FISHING Dick, Bud, and I decided to go fishing up in the Allagash last summer. So we packed the camping equipment into Bud's Pontiac and headed north. We arrived at Coucumagommic at exactly 3 P. M. This was as far as we could go with a car, so we camped there that night. Next morning we had the place cleaned up and were on our way down the lake in a canoe with a roaring Iohnson Sea Horse at seven, sharp. At I2 o'clock noon we were setting up camp on the north shore of the Allagash where there is a long sloping beach of solid rock fringed with large spreading pine. That night when we had eaten all we could of Allagash's togue, we cleaned up the pans, and Bud and Dick went fishing. I decided I would take a walk with Mother Nature and strolled up onto a hardwood ridge in the moon- light. lust as I was on my way back I heard a strange noise that sounded like the Academy bell back homeg I thought I was going nuts. The noise soon stopped and I spent an hour trying to locate whatever it was. I gave up after an hour was over and wandered back to camp. I did not tell Bud and Dick about my experience, but went back to the place the same time the next night. I was just about to give up hope of hearing the noise again when the pealing of the metallic bell sounded from a hole in the large beech tree to my left. Being very determined to learn what caused the noise I climbed the tree and looked into the hole. I could see nothing. The next night at the same time, about eight thirty, I was waiting at the big beech tree armed with a saw and axe, determined to find out what was in the tree making the noise. At exactly half past eight the bell sounded again. Page Twenty-eight I lost no time cutting the tree down. I cut about two feet below the hole with the saw. In about fifteen minutes I knew the answer to the riddle. An old coon had robbed a camp and stolen an alarm clock and had learned how to use it. I-Ie set the clock at eight-thirty to arouse him from his strictly sleep to get about at night and get his food. Iames Farley '48 WHO AM I? I'm found just about everywhere. I'm where people are gay and where they are sad and lonely. Sometimes I'm thrown beside the road. Then I get violent and dangerous. I'm sometimes a comfort to people so they say. I'm just about everywhere I guess. Even in back alleys where school boys hide me in their pockets whenever they hear a sound. Girls hide me in such peculiar places. I lie on the side- walk and people tramp on me. I'm used in society, and I'm used in the slums of the city. I'm not only seen, but I'm smelled as well. G.I.'s said I was hard to get overseas. I'm nasty and little anyway. Children should not have me. I'm demanded the first thing in the morning. I even cause death, when I'm used at night and someone forgets to put me where I belong. Athletes are not supposed to associ- ate with me, but just look around the corner sometime. I associate with all classes of people, even ministers. I think I'm quite important. Do you? Who am I? Frederick Pullen '51 THE LITTLE WOODEN SOLDIER The little wooden soldier Went marching, marching, marchingg The little wooden soldier Went marching down the street. He marched so gaily onward, Whistling tunes so gay and sweet. I-Ie marched down to the corner Where a maid he chanced to meet. The two went marching onward, Marching at a lively rate. And the little wooden soldier, Asked the maiden for a date. A big fat blue policeman Came marching on his feet, And he saw the two a talking, At the corner of the street.