Freedom Academy - Echo Yearbook (Freedom, ME)

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11 AN EXCITING DAY One cold day in March, I was awakened by my kid brother splash- ing cold water in my face. In my anger and without thinking, I stepped out of bed and brought my feet down smack-on a cold floor. Not only this, but I had gotten up on the wrong side of the bed. I started looking for my slippers, but could only find one. So I hurried out to dress by the living room fire. I opened the door and was met by a pillow and my slipper-My kid brother again. I picked up the pillow and threw it at him, then I got him out of the room. I dressed hurridly, and with no light. About fifteen minutes later, I found myself washing in cold water and trying to figure out what was happening. I next started preparing my breakfast. Guess what! I put cereal in my coffee cup, and my coffee in my cereal dish! Mad? I sure was. These few incidents are just a part of what happened all day at school. I stepped out on the platform and got hit in the eye with snow ball. I started off the steps, all the snow off the roof went down my neck. I got out of the truck and slipped and fell in front of an on- coming car. Someone helped me up and hurried me to the side of the road. No bones broken! I was thinking it over after a while and made up my mind I'd had a pretty close call. Now just to mention a few of the incidents that happened during the day. First thing, I fell up the stairs, tore my stocking and banged my knee. Not only this, but for the first time since I started at Free- dom Academy, I got caught passing a note. What happened? Well, I read that note in front of the whole school! Was my face red! I went home at three-thirty, went into the house and caught my toe on the rug. I fell over a chair and burned my arm on the stove. I went over to the mirror to see where I burned my arm, and what do you know? The mirror fell to the floor and smashed into a thousand pieces. Seven years bad luck! This had gone far enough. I was going to find out the cause of all my bad luck. I went to the calendar, and the date was Friday the thirteenth of March. Ruth Grass '44 TRIP TO ISLESBORO On March 12, the basket-ball team took a trip to Islesboro. We started from here about one-thirty. Mr Thurston, Mrs. Perkins, and Theodore Knowlton took their cars. We got over to Islesboro about four o'clock, and from four until about five o'clock, we spent looking the island over. About five o'clock, we went to the places where we were going to stay and got our supper. After supper some of us boys

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10 ofifefzaiwze NSHEP HOYT'S DOG It was a dark night in July. I was coming along a mountain ridge from Fredericton where I had been earlier in the evening. As I got to the end of the ridge I saw a large form loom up in front of my horse. It frightened himg he began to gallop along towards home. The shadow was of a large dog, larger than my horse. It seemed to float along beside my wagon. I was startled for a momentg I craked my whip at the shadow and the whip went right through it. As I neared the end of the mountain, the shadow of the dog departed slowly up the moun- tain side. I stopped my horse and watched the dog disappear down the other side of the mountain. When I arrived home I told my father of the strange shadow of the dog. He told me that it was what was called Shep Hoyt's Dog. It was said to have been Captain Kid's dog which he left to guard his treasure which had been buried on the mountain. The dog had been seen many times, going down one side of the mountain and coming up the other side. It was just a large shadow which appeared there every night around midnight. Janet Currie '45 WHAT AMERICA MEANS TO ME To me America stands for everything that is right, and now is the time for every patriotic American to be thinking just what Amer- ica means to him or to her. If America means anything at all to them, they will want to be doing something to help the war effort. If you are not old enough to join the armed forces, you can work in a war plant, if not that, plant crops, if you havn't much ground, you could have a garden, or hire land. The American people are made up of every nationality in the world, and the Germans that have lived here any length of time would, I think, fight for America. I read a story in a magazine about a Jap-A anese fellow that tried to enlist and the men at the recruiting office asked him which side was going to win, and on which side he preferred to fight. He replied that the Americans would win the war, and to the second question he answered, If I wasn't for America, I wouldn't be enlisting. All in all, I think that America is one swell land, and it will give anyone a fair chance to live and be happy. In a few simple words, I can write what all Americans are thinking: Thank God that I am an American. Ernest Tweedie '44

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I2 rode around until about seven o'clock, then we went to the hall and started getting ready for the game. The girls played first and lost. Then the boys played. We won in this game, but I think it was the hardest game I ever played. The next morning we started for home around eight o'clock and we got back to Freedom around ten. Howard Drake '44 SCHOOL YEAR When basket-ball is over, And baseball begins, That's the time they And ask, Where's Mr. Chick? look around Well, Mr. Chick is in Helping to fight those Japs, There won't be many of them left When Chick gets in their laps. the army, Now there's another matter That has taken place this year, We have two new teachers, A man and a woman here. , The gentleman is Mr. Thurston, principal of our school, The The lady is Miss Rollins, The teacher of English rules. -Pearl Carmichael '44 PUNCTUATION MARKS Of all the punctuation marks I think the period is the busiest man. He is really like a traffic cop, Line by line he blocks the words And brings them to a stop. The question mark is a very funny fellow, He is small, but very wise, He asks so many questions For a fellow of his size. Of all the punctuation marks I like the comma best, Because when I am out of breath He just simply lets me take a rest. -Betty Bradstreet '45 A RADIO RIDDLE Now l'm going to ask you a riddle, He's very famous and plays a fiddle, He's on the radio every Sunday eve., And he and Fred Allen do enjoy, I believe, To give each other dirty cracks, And slam each other behind their backs He was up to Bangor quite a few weeks ago, And gave the people a wonderful show. He entertained the soldiers of Dow Field And all their sorrows he tried to heal. I'm sure you have heard his big, fat announcer, I think he is one you may call a bouncer , The squeaky tenor on his radio show Is one, I'm sure, you all must know. The lady actress who receives great applause Keeps the show rolling without a pause. And still another who I think is best His jokes surpass all of the rest. His voice is hoarse, his skin is dark, But with me, he hits the mark. I'm sure you all have guessed by now- Yes, lt's Jack Benney! And how! ! -Erdene Knight. '46 a