Fryeburg Academy - Academy Bell Yearbook (Fryeburg, ME)

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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

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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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THE ACADEMY BELL 12 - - ' ' his fastidious uest ' t d in vain to interest gu 111 Old Eentgliguisy gecattle, horses and pigs. At last he hit upon thi riliiiant Iidea-old Buttah was the only goat in Maingl Pefhaps Mr. Prim had never seen a goat. . . I O, andpa made his way to the shed a little Jginjrgqedlitigrlplgvhere the goat was tied. Never-dreaming vviiligf would be the outcome of this tour, Mr. Percival Prim strolled Slgwly ElftC1'. Qld Hguftglit' had been tied up for several days, conse- quently hg was feeling rather frisky. That animal will eat tin cans, said grandpa. VVant to see him do it? Mr. Prim blinked his eyes, looked at his host to see if he were suffering from a sunstroke, then hnally said, Er-r-r, yes, that would be rather interestingf' By the vvay, did I forget to mention that Mr. Prim wore a gold watch chain? He did, anyvvay, and Piuttah was very much interested in it. VVhile Grandpa Twiddle-Dum went to fetch a tin can, the goat slowly approached the door of his pen, keeping his eye on that shiny gold chain. Mr. Prim became annoyed at the animal's friendliness so he backed away. Wheretipon Buttah, becoming angry at losing his prize, crashed head first through the door. He started for Mr. Prim who ran across the yard and scrambled over a nearby fence very nimbly for one who was alwavs care- ful to walk correctly. The goat followed close behind but came to a halt when he reached the fence. On the other side was a muddy pool of water made by the overfiow f f ' . o water rom the trough at the top of the hill a short distance from the shed. Having jumped the f M ence, r. Prim thought he was safe. Of course he was distressingly damp and muddy from having fallen iiito thetpond. Never mind that, though, if only that horrid tin-eating monster has gone. If it ate tin cans it might also eat men. in thrglligggai itOOgD6d to pick up his hat, which had dropped b d f is eet, lust as Buttah slammed through the boar ence. The goat s forehead struck him squarely in the road expanse of mudd mud out of Sight- y white flannel and drove him into the When G Q1 ' - just in time tgaSeeP2BTZV1Cid,le-Dum came rushing up, he was A u ta disappear over the top of the hill. byvaeaifoggfagg 5355 slowly rising from the mud followed Hmply from the Hgureyglalslgdgclotlies. VVhat was a hat hung RUTH SH.-xw, '26.