Fryeburg Academy - Academy Bell Yearbook (Fryeburg, ME)

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22 THE ACADEMY BELL ARE THEY ALL ALIKE? Our car is always giving us a surprise. One minute it may purr like a contented cat, the next, it rattles and clangs like a fire truck. It seems as if, by this time, that we should be familiar with the fact that a car runs out of gas. However, it still is a surprise to us when, looking at the gasoline gauge, we find the tank empty. Flat tires, too, come to our peaceful minds as an earthquake to an ig- norant race. So, taking it all in all, the only time we know where the car is and what it is doing is when it is safely locked in the garage. ELIZABETH RUNDLETT, '30. GOOD SPORTSMANSHIP Mid-years had begun! Girls were hurrying across the campus with books under their arms. Jane Winton was going to take her Latin examination this period. Horrors! She hadn't studied it at all. Jane liked sports, especially basketball. The last and biggest game of the season was to be the next week. Any girl who did not get eighty or over in all her examinations, was not allowed to play in any game. Here was Jane, with- out her Latin, and she was the best player on the team. It looked rather bad for Jane. As she was walking down the corridor, she met an- other girl, Patricia Trent. Pat-as she was known by the girls-was substitute forward on the Briarwood team. She was very good in all her studies, and always had her les- sons. She sat right across the aisle from Jane in Latin class. Jane sat sucking her pencil. She didn't know the an- swers to any of the questions. Her eyes fell on Pat's paper. She might copy it, then she could play in the big game! She wrote furiously for the remainder of the period, occasionally glancing at the other gir1's paper. At the close of the period she passed her paper in. Cheat! Cheat! Cheat! thumped Jane's conscience. All afternoon she imagined this. Finally Jane ran across the campus, up the steps of a dormitory, and knocked on the door of her Latin teacher's room. Come in! cried Miss Potter. Oh, hello, Jane, what can I do for you? Miss Potter, may I, please, have my paper back ? Why Jane !-well, certainly if you want it. She handed Jane the paper.

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-U - THE ACADEMY BELL 21 giving advice. These letters must have been cheering and encouraging to the young aristocrat who was trying to gain wealth and fame in Gaul with Caesar. Next read one of Cicero's letters to his freedman, Tiro, who is recovering from a severe fever. These we find have the deepest concern for Tiro's comfort and welfare. Our next letter is different from any of the others. It is written just after the death of his daughter, Tullia. This letter shows his great affec- tion for his daughter, and his great sadness. Yet he at- tempts to bear his grief according to his philosophy. Each letter shows some outstanding characteristics, and one soon finds that Cicero, in spite of his fiery orations, was very human. MARJORIE MOULTON, '29. SCHOOL DIARY September-School opened. There are over one hun- dred students enrolled. Maybe I shall have a speaking ac- quaintance with all of the new ones by graduation time, but it certainly won't be any before. My freshman year I nearly fell through the floor for at least I should have liked toj because there were so many new faces, but this year it seems worse than ever. October-Football, hockey, volley-ball-all in full swing. Gee, if anyone goes to all the games he will be bankrupt before any of the other sports get here. Say! I never knew 350 pieces counted up so fast. November-Thanksgiving-yes, but there would be something to take the joy out of life-RANK CARDS. Clyde Johnson with his A's and me with my D's and E's. Gosh, what teachers! Of course, I'm to blame for not studying, but I do thing some of these A students must be more or less teacher's pets. December-Christmas vacation. Santa Claus. Well, here's hoping some of the dorm boys get a razor. Anyone would think they were letting their whiskers grow so that they could use them to fill a mattress when they do shave. January-School going again in full swing. The bas- ketball teams are bringing in a victory every now and then. February- Flu - Flu! Everyone is having the flu. Teachers, students and everyone else going to school. Not a single one escapes. March-Measles-I guess this year of school is doomed. No sooner do we get the flu cleared up when the measles come floating along. Just in time for the senior drama, too. April-May-June. These months are still in the fu- ture: but graduation and separation will be here very soon. LEURA HALEY, '29.

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THE ACADEMY BELL 23 Jane slowly tore it into small pieces and dropped them into the basket. She turned and fled from the room to hide her tear-filled eyes. The day of the big game had arrived! Jane was not playing. Pat was playing in her place. The game was a good, fast one. Pat scored goal after goal. The game end- ed with Briarwood Academy many points in the lead. Pat had won the game for her school. , Wonderful game, Pat! exclaimed Jane, you played a marvelous game! BETTY ANDREWS, '32. THE ANNIVERSARY Ol Hubby, dear, exclaimed Mrs. Newlywed, that book, 'Comrades of the Wild' that you have just brought home is simply wonderful. Mrs. Brown has read it, and she says that it is awfully thrilling. Did you get it at the town library or the school library? Well now, proclaimed Hubby with a dignified air, that book didn't happen to come from either of them. I bought it, at The Red Gift Shoppe down town, with the in- tention of giving it to you. Have you forgotten what day it is! For the land's sake! shouted Mrs. Newlywed, you did remember to bring me a present, didn't you, Hubby? Just think-it doesn't seem possible that we've been mar- ried-two weeks. JAMES GUPTILL, '30, EXPECTATIONS Ouch! Help me, Bettyg Quick, it's crawling all over me! shouted a voice from inside the tent, breaking the stillness of the August evening. What is the matter? What do you want? I ques- tioned, doubting the real necessity of immediate help: then, as the sounds of scrambling feet continued, Wait a min- ute, I'll be there. For Heaven's sake, turn on that light. Yes, I willg but calm down and tell me just what the trouble is. Oh-oh, I will try, she gasped, but it is so unpleas- ant. She made a great attempt to stop wiggling and gave directions: It's on my head now. -