Fryeburg Academy - Academy Bell Yearbook (Fryeburg, ME)

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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.

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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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X S Q-Nest in POD Q hit u ln Maine. fd H Htne dreaming val ,Ss COHSQ- K 'IVant See if hg -I'-1', yes, lm wore Jas Very U1 went 'T of his ness 50 igry at mr. He ambled 's care- nd but by the 1 short s safe. iaving f that 1ns it Dpped h the in the o the was hill. vwed nung THE ACADEMY BELL 13 A WEIRD NIGHT Wfhether it was to my advantage or not I am quite uncer- tain, although I do know that I learned a great lesson during my visit to the haunted mansion in Norfork Woocls. Three of us had decided to investigate the old Appleton Mansion, to see the ghost travel up and down the corridors. VVe had heard of the weird tales told about the murder of Jane Appleton and of the escape of -Iohn Appleton. VX7e had heard of the return of the ghost and of its wanderings. Until the time that we visited the mansion I had not really believed the tales, but for a while the happenings led me to believe that all that had been said, and a great deal more, was true. Wfe picked Friday night for the exploration, and, as it happened, that Friday night was the darkest night in all the whole summer. ' The tale went that at twelve o'clock a light shone for some minutes from the tower on the mansion. It was also a known fact that an old negro slave of the Appletons lived in a hut close to the back of the mansion. This night I feared meeting the old negro much more than the ghosts. Wfith the aid of a flashlight we reached the ancient moss-covered gate and entered the once well kept grounds, now a scene of deso- lation. VVe succeeded in reaching the veranda of the beautiful romantic old mansion. Its kind was known only in Kentucky. Wife tried all the windows on the terrace, but they were all tightly fastened. At last, after much pushing, one window opened and we crawled in. 'Using the Hashlight we found our- selves in a large parlor, once beautiful, but now showing lack of care. The furniture was covered with sheeting which looked ghostly under the rays of the flashlight. VVe walkecf on into the reception hall which was very serene and quiet. I was about to laugh at the thought of this peaceful house being haunted when down the staircase flashed a light. My com- panions seemed to fade into the darkness. I was alone in the hall, a door slammed and all was silent. I reached for the flashlight, but it was gone. Turning toward the door through which I had entered, to my astonishment it had gone and only a blank wall met my glance. just then something black passed by me. Ye Gods! I tore down the hall, grasped the stair rail, and fairly flew up the stairs. I paused, for there on the landing was a white figure. A ghost was my thought and I nearly fainted. The ghost turned and lied and I dropped to my knees, my heart pounding so that I could hear nothing