Fryeburg Academy - Academy Bell Yearbook (Fryeburg, ME)

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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. -

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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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24 THE ACADEMY BELL I began looking, expecting to find anything from a sword fish to an elephant. She continued, No, on the other side I mean. Ouch! Hurry up. It's biting me again. I hurried, looked, and found the cause of all the com- motion, then doubled up with laughter. It was not an ele- phant, simply-a June bug. ELIZABETH RUNDLETT, '30. CAESAR AS A FOOTBALL COACH Julius Caesar was a man of small stature, but of un- usual leadership. Caesar would have undoubtedly proved himself a very valuable coach because of this quality alone. A coach must have confidence of his men. Caesar had the confidence of twenty-five thousand men during his Gallic conquestg consequently the confidence of twenty-five men would be very easy to gain, working on the ratio of one to a thousand. Caesar's knowledge of men was unusually keen. Dur- ing the war with Ariovistus, Caesar's army was thrown into a panic because of a psychological effect produced by rumor- ed stories of the fierceness and giant size of the Germans. By addressing his leaders he brought them out of the slump fairly easily. A football coach needs this asset very much because it is the state of the player's mind that often wins the game. He would also use this power to throw the enemy into a panic. Caesar was supreme as a tactician. Today football games are won, not by brute force, but tactics. Caesar proved himself a master mind at this type of warfare, and football may be seen as a miniature war with each man a legion. Caesar was a very quick thinker. He was a great statesman, and in Rome a statesman had to be a quick thinker to defend himself against his foes. A football coach also needs this gift of quick wits. Very often it is the coach with the fastest brain that wins the game. An ability to see the opponents' mistakes and take a proper advantage of them, also an ability to see his own mistakes and rectify them, in these things Caesar was a wizard. Summing it all up, Caesar would have been the world's best coach in football had he been alive today and chosen that profession. He was a born leader, a psychologist, a tactician, and a man quick to grab the opportunity. GORDON CUTLER, '30.