Anson Academy - Anchor Yearbook (North Anson, ME)

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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.

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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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The maid she left the soldier, At the corner of the street. And went marching, marching onward, With the policeman on his beat. The little wooden soldier Watched them from the place 'he stood, Do you think he felt dejected? No, his heart was made of wood. Mary Peters '51 A TRUE INCIDENT One night I missed the school bus, so I had to go downstreet and wait for the Maine Cen- tral bus. As I was standing on the corner, who should come along but Iimmy, a classmate. After discussing the weather, he said that he had heard a true story that he would like to re- late to me. I told him that I was all ears. This was his true incident as he drawled it: Well, once there was a dry farmer who lived in the Southwest. This farmer claimed that his country was very likely the hottest place on earth, even hotter than Death Valley or any desert. It was so hot that he could work for only a few minutes at a time before he'd have to quit and plunge into a swimming pool that he'd made in the cellar under his house. Even then, he had to be careful that the water was ice cold or he'd scald himself to death because his body temperature was so high. One day it was so unbearably hot that he had grave misgivings about going out to har- vest some corn. However, looking out the win- dow, and seeing the rows of ripe corn, he just couldn't afford not to go out and pick the ears for they'd only die on the stalk if he didn't do it. With this in mind, he harnessed his team of faithful horses, hitched them to the wagon, and started off into the corn Held. lust this short jaunt nearly 'exhausted ' him. My! What heat! Yet, he was determined to work as long as he possibly could before pausing for his cold water dip. Goodnessl What was happening now? As fast as he threw the ears of corn into the wagon, they began to pop because of the intense heat of Ol' Sol. Soon the entire field was showered with dancing white popcorn. Suddenly, he noticed that his horses were no longer following along beside him as he worked down through the rows. Where were they? He whirled around and there they were -lying on the ground before the wagon. As the popcorn continued to pelt down from above, the farmer raced 'double quick' back to the stricken animals. To his utter hor- ror and amazement, he found that they were ice cold. Flabbergasted, he bounded toward the house where he telephoned the veterinarian. Upon completing his examination, the vet- erinarian said that he didn't know what to make of it. Then, he noticed the popcorn lying all over the field and asked what it was. The farmer explained that he was shucking corn when the terrible heat started it a poppin'. Upon hearing this, the 'vet' shook his head and said, 'Yep, that's the answer: Those horses saw all that popcorn flying around and thought it was a snowstorm. So what did they do? They convinced themselves that it was a blizzard and then, they just up and froze to death., lust then, the bus pulled in. As I dived off the sidewalk, lim tossed this parting shot over his shoulder: Imagine it, I told that true story at the Liars' Club last night and walked off with the first prize. Hilda Walker '48 AN AFTERNOON RIDE One day in late fall around 1924, lim Iones' father ordered one of those new fang dangled things called a Model T Ford, that had just come on the market in that town. It was two months before Iim's paw got a paper all covered up with words telling that the blasted thing was ready for use, and a man would fetch it up the next sunny day. The next sunny day the Iones place was crawling with neighbors from miles around waiting for the sacred thing to come. At about noon they could see a huge cloud of steam rising from some queer looking contraption coming around the bend at the foot of the hill. Surely enough, there it was, coming wide open, and roaring like a lion. When it went through the gate at the Iones house, all the women started screeching and streaking under trees, and into the house as fast as they could go. The noisy contraption pulled up beside Mr. Iones, and stopped howling. A man got out and told Mr. Iones that he would show him how to drive the thing. Page Twenty-nine