Fryeburg Academy - Academy Bell Yearbook (Fryeburg, ME)

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THE ACADEMY BELL 10 FRYEBURG-oN-THE-sAco Th beautiful village of Fryeburg, Maine, with its fine old iQ1?S and stately elms, is situated in the charming Saw 33523, with its elm-dotted intervales and green-clad moun- tains. , . . The air is incomparable for its purity, COm1ng from the snow-capped peaks to the north. It has a fine Water supply, having for its source mountain brooks that are fed by .clear springs. It is an easy drive from Fryeburg to many points of inter- est, Among some of these are-:n Lovewell's Pond with its line bathing and camping facilities, the 'Crawford Notch, North Chatham and Center Lovell drives. Jockey Cap, one of the largest boulders in this section of the country, provides a pleasant Walk and easy climb for peo- ple living in the village. The view to be obtained well repays the climber for his effort. The Theodore Roosevelt and Pequawket Trails run through the center of the town, and the Qssippee Trail is Within a short distance of this quaint and attractive village. 6 The Bradley Memorial Park affords a cool retreat for a Warm summer afternoon. 0 The stores and garages are of the most modern type, offer- ing the best of service to the communitv. The people who live in Fryeburg are grateful for a fine public school t ' ' sys em and the churches uphold all that is best in American life. I yl-Tryelburgis three hotels, The Argue Not Inn, Ye Olde nn, ff ' an Fryeburg Tavern, are noted for their fine accom- modations and the hospitality which they extend to strangers. F' . . . ine herds of cows within the village limits insure a nure milk supply. ' Many people en' fth HR d T' H ' Of WR-:StOn,S Bridge andl? H 6 oun ix er rip starting at F I na y entering Lovewell s Pond. r ' - ye mfg IS Oltthe Maine Central Railroad, and is easilv reached from all t ' poin s of the country. Th ' - Fryebufgflty of POft1a11d, Malne, is but a fifty-mile-ride from its H132 13-E-ififigddof greatlelslt importance in this small town, is a emy. ' h 1 ' one hundred thirt f IS sc oo has been established for Y' our Years and has made F fel u Cf one of the most cultured communit' ' T5 .5 fb les in the State of Maine. RUTH XVILEY, '29.

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X Cuff and Iountries Purpose, hy, that with the :tCI'S Qnu 9 to 'Che ived be- Ve in. 3116 the C1 more '29, SAME lest oise. fah! Rah ! 99 ! if ea- say. fe ! burg THE ACADEMY BELL 9 IT MIGHT HAVE BEEN WORSE It was only four-thirty, but on this bleak December after- noon it was as dark as it would be at nine in September. The downfall of snow that had lasted all day was turning to rain, and the icy pavements made walking very difficult. The lights glimmered through the darkness and together with the rain and mist presented a scene almost terrifying. It was the time in the afternoon when the theatre crowds were dispersing. They vvove their Way hurriedly homexvard, blinded by the rainy snow. In the hurry of getting to their homes, no one noticed the wee slip of a girl who pushed her Way in the opposite direction, through the mass of pedestrians. That is, no one but Jimmy Hogan, noticed her. Jimmy was the policeman, who for fifteen faithful years had paced his beat from Fifth Street to the bridge. He saw her now vvending her way in and out among the throngs. At times there seemed danger that she would be trampled to the wet pavement. Bravely she elbowed her way along until at last she left the city behind and hastened toward the bridge. She was attired in a slicker, the right side of which bulged out. As she proceeded down the street the bulge changed to the left. jimmy followed, keeping far enough behind in order that he might not attract attention. She turned a corner. By hastening his steps it was not long be- fore .Iimmy again caught sight of her. This time he saw no perceivable bulge, but under her arm she carried a large bundle-large for a person so small. She turned another corner and before Jimmy could again regain sight of her, she was on the bridge, gazing down into the black waters. She was resting her parcel on the rail- ing as if trying to decide whether she was doing the correct thing. As Jimmy came in sight she raised it high above her head and flung it far out into the foaming waters. It was done! At last she was rid of the one hateful thing in her life! How she hated it! How many uncomfortable hours had she spent with that thing! She felt now as though life was Worth living! She started to run, she must get home before her husband got there! She glanced around and savv Jimmy about to dive off the bridge into the icy Waters. Should she yell? No! This was her affair, not his! She hastened on. She turned corner after corner, and at last she fairly flung herself against the door of her home nearly exhausted. The door was opened by her better half who shouted far too loudly from within. Great Heavens! VVoman, where's my saxaphone? It's gone ! RU'l'IrI W. PETERSON, ,272

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X ine old 2 Saco IHOUH- 'Ui the Llntain inter- th its otchj' i011 of I' peg- epays run all is ge. for 3 affer- fine best Dlde :om- jers. Jure 5 at sily 'om is or of l THE ACADEMY BELL ll A PERFECT GENTLEMAN His popularity's astonishing, For him, the ladies fall, U But when it comes to worldly ways l He isn't there at all. He cannot do the Charleston, Never smoked a cigarette. He doesn't drive high-powered cars A carriage serves him yet. His strongest drink is Mellens, He never makes a date. He's in his bed and sleeping Most any night at eight. His disposition's angelic, His heart's as pure as gold, And everybody loves him, For he's only two years old. NELL113 LlT'l'LI2FIELl7, 327. GRANDPA TWIDDLE-DUM'S GOAT. Listen, my children, and I shall quote Of a prim young man and my grandpa's goat. About twenty years ago old Grandpa Twiddle-Dum had a frisky young goat called Buttah. QHow it derived its name you may easily guess? Une day young Mr. Percival Prim came to call on grand- pa. Now Mr. Percival Prim was a very conceited person who always wore a high silk hat and carried an ivory-headed cane. His patent leather shoes were polished until you might have seen your face in them if you had troubled to look, his spats were of finest white suede, his white Hannels creased to a knife-like crease, and his black coat scrupulously brushed. Around his neck was a black and white striped necktie. adorned with a diamond stickpin. 'By curious contortions of the face Mr. Prim managed to keep an eyeglass stuck into his right optic. The visitor asked to be shown over the farm, so the First place Grandpa Twiddle-Dum took him was to the barn. The