Fryeburg Academy - Academy Bell Yearbook (Fryeburg, ME)

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THE ACADEMY BELL 17 A ROW OF GIRLS AT THE MOVIES The movie house was partly filled with people, both young and old, all waiting expectantly for the movie to be- gin. More people were coming in and seating themselves in the nearest place possible without having to parade the hall. Soon a laughing, giggling, and rather noisy bunch of girls entered the hall, and seated themselves in the last row. Everyone turned to look as they filed in, and smiled in a knowing way at what they termed the flaming youth of the present generation. As soon as the girls were com- fortably settled, the lights went out, the music started, and the movies began. The pianist, who was playing a popular song, was quite surprised at hearing the hum of girlish voices keeping accompaniment to her playing. The girls, however, soon tired of this, and began to talk among them- selves. Oh, sugar, I've seen this, and it's terrible. I'd rather attend a dog fight, said one girl. Why don't you go home then? asked another one with bright red hair. I've paid my money, and besides, this is better than going to bed. I'll try to stand it out, although it's doubtful if I can. We wouldn't want you to see anything that you dis- liked, Betty, darling. I'll go out the door with you. Cat! snapped Betty. Don't worry, my dear, I'm not going home now. All you want to do is get a chance to walk home with Bill. But you Won't! I'm going to stay right here until this movie ends! After this outburst came a silence-and then- Oh, girls, look at that leading man! Isn't he adorable! And can't he ride horseback! I don't think this movie is half bad! He's not half as good looking as my brother ! growled Betty, who had not fully recovered her good nature. My soul, your brother must be a regular Apollo! sighed the sentimental little girl with brown curls. My brother is all right, best brother in the world. Hold everything! Look at that runaway girl on horseback! and Betty had fully recovered her good nature. See that leading lady? Well, that's me! Yes, that looks about as much like you as a rose is like a walnut ! Thanks, thanks, my worthy friend! I adore your compliments! So characteristic of you ! And so they went on, slamming at each other in every possible way, yet

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16 THE ACADEMY BELL Q County practically all his life, died just recently. Miss Anna Barrows, who has done a great deal for Fryeburg and its famous Academy, is a lecturer in a Teachers' College at Columbia University. Edith A. Sawyer is also a native of Fryeburgg she, too, has done a great deal for the Academy. Mrs. Lydia Lord Shedd has lived in Oxford County many, many years and has written many beautiful poems, one of which is named: That's Where Maine Comes In. THAT'S WHERE MAINE COMES IN Far to the east where the winds blow keenest, Here is where the grass grows greenestg Our beautiful land with its rock-bound coast, Guarded by islands, a sentinel host, That's where Maine comes in. Far to the east where the north winds roar, And the surf resounds on her rocky shores, Where the tall cliffs rise in majesty, Keeping watch o'er the looming sea, That's where Maine comes in. Far to the east where the pine grows strongest, Where the reign of Winter is sometimes longest, Where men are noble and strong and true, Where women are brave and loving, too, That's where Maine comes in. Where the handclasp is a little warmer, Where the heart beats are a little stronger, Where heaven seems a little clearer, And God's promise shineth clearer, That's where Maine comes in. Where the wild bird's wing is ileetest, Where the robin's song is sweetest, Where the lakes and rivers are pure and clear, And nature sings to the listening ear, That's where Maine comes in. Tho' far thru the world our feet go roaming, Our hearts will turn homeward when comes the gloaming, And we'll long to rest where the pines are sighing, Under the star-lit heavens lying. In life, in death, our hearts within. That's where Maine comes in. NORA MCALISTER, '29,

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18 THE ACADEMY BELL having a good time. The movie drew to a close and the group of girls filed out of the hall, and each started for her respective home. Good-night, Betty and Bill! Be good. See you in the wash! And then quiet, except for the little girl with the brown curls singing, as she entered the house, Show me the way to go home. AUDREY E. PENDEXTER, '31, JAMES J. AUDUBON This great American naturalist was born in 1780 at Mandeville, Louisiana. He was educated in France but re- turned to this country and started his study of birds. He would sit for long hours in the forest watching his feathered friends, and as he was something of an artist he started to draw them. His father lost his money, and the family was so poor that James could not buy real paints. He made a brush of cat hairs, and the Indians showed him how to mix the juices of plants to make diiferent colors. One day the man that had taught him in France came to visit James. He saw the young man's ability to draw, so he gave him a set of paints with real brushes. James then began to draw the birds in earnest, and in 1826 he went to England to exhibit his drawings of birds. As these met with great favor he had his 435 paintings made into a book called The Birds of American now selling at 552,000 a copy. Returning to America he started work on a second book, Ornithological Biography. Audubon kept up his work until his death in 1851. The Audubon Society, an organization for the protec- tion of birds, was organized after his death and named for him as he was the founder of bird study. WILLIAM BERRY, '32, NATURE IS FILLED WITH POETRY The view from my study window was very entertaining. In a sunlit space on the edge of the forest a fire burned brightly, over it swung a pot, boiling and bubbling. Be- side the cracking legs stood a tall, slim girl in corduroy trousers, leather leggings and a much worn jacket. She might easily have been mistaken for a boy, had not her cap been thrown on the ground, letting her hair fall down over