Fryeburg Academy - Academy Bell Yearbook (Fryeburg, ME)

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THE ACADEMY BELL 25 IMAGINATION I have discovered a substitute for going to the movies as a form of entertainment. I close myself in a dark room, sit down in a nearby chair, gaze at the window curtains, and allow my imagination to transform into a silversheet. Many different countries and people parade before me. For ex- ample, the intense azure of the Mediterranean, gay, danc- ing people of the Riviera, the snow capped Alps, the mys- terious Arabian deserts, or even old Chinatown. HALLIE HICKS. THE RELENTING FATHER COne act play for three people: Father, daughter and the boy friendl Characters Mr. Connor-fFather, grim, crossj Wayne Cornell-fthe boy friendl Hughla Connor-fMr. Connor's daughterl ' Curtain rises on father reading the evening news. Daughter enters. Hughla-Dad, I'm sorry but the boy friend is coming over tonight, and I shall have to ask you to excuse me from reading to you. Father-I'l1 do no such thing. That pesky boy friend of yours is going to stay away from here. I've seen all I want to of him. The next time he comes into this house I shall just tell him that if he Wants to marry you he'd better get busy and propose, but if he thinks I'm going to support you while he has you with him all the time, and no thought of my happiness, he's mis- taken! Hughla-Oh, Dad, don't be like that. Father-Don't be like that? What do you mean? Do you think I'll stand for being trod upon all the time? Now remember, lady, if you think much of that boy friend of yours, you'd better see that he doesn't enter this house tonight. Hughla-Oh, Dad, but I can't. I want him to come. Father-Well, you'll not have time for him tonight because you're going to read to me the same as you used to do before you met Wayne Cornell. You have forgotten all that I went through while you were a tiny bit of a thing not able to do anything for yourself. fAngrilyJ How selfish kids are! You can do all you want to for them, but when you ask them to do something for you,

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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.

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26 THE ACADEMY BELL K- they rebel and step right up to you and tell you what they're going to do. Hughla-CGetting a bookj Oh, please, Dad, can't I read to you now before he comes? Then he surely won't mind waiting a few minutes before he sees me alone. Dad, he thinks a lot of you. CGoes to him, sits on arm of chair and puts arm around himj He's always telling me how nice you are to him. It hurts me to see you act the way you do toward him. He's such a nice boy, Dad. I love him. I want to marry him, too. Father-Marry that boy? You don't love him. Daughter, he could never make you happy. He's such a shiftless fellow. You must not, you cannot marry him! Hughla-fSobbingJ But, please, Dad, can't I see him to- night? Won't you give him one try? I fear you do not know him very well. Won't you stay with us while he is here, Dad? Oh, Dad, please. Father-fPointing to bookj Well, get busy and read to me before he comes. If he comes into this house like a gentleman I'll consent to let him stay. Hughla-fTaking up book and reading a short paragraph. Knock is heard at doorj Oh-h-h-h-h-h-h-h, there he is now! CGoes to doorb Hello, Wayne. Do come in! Wayne-fStepping in, removing his hatj Hello, Hughla. How are you tonight? Hughla-Oh, I'm fine, thank you. Wayne-Good evening, Mr. Connor. Father-fUnconcernedlyD How do you do, Mr. Cornell? My daughter has just been telling me that you were coming over. Won't you have a chair? CResigns to his newspaper, ready to let the young folks talk to themselvesl Hughla-Oh, Dad, aren't I going to read to you? Father-No, I guess I'll read the paper a little before go- ing to bed. Wayne-fLow to Hughla, while making signs toward fatherb Hughla, dear, I came here tonight with the in- tention of seeing you alone. Will it be possible later? Hughla-Dad will be leavin ' n for bed, so just be pa- tient. His eyes tire him S uickly that he can't read very much. CHughla and Wayne are talking low when father rises, yawns, and throws the paper down. Hughla and Wayne both rise. Wayne goes to another Side of the stage and lights a cigarettej