Fryeburg Academy - Academy Bell Yearbook (Fryeburg, ME)

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18 THE ACADEMY BELL good chance to show her sportsmanship. Instead of bor- rowing an evening dress from a girl friend, she hurried into the dress suit. It was a little large, but after a short struggle, she faced, in the mirror, a fine looking gentleman. But what was she to do with her hair? This problem did not perplex her long. From a friend she borrowed a man's tall silk hat and a little mask to cover her eyes. With a box of hair pins, she pulled all of her hair upon the top of her head and pinned it. Then she put on her mask and tall hat. After giving herself the once over in the mirror, Barbara made her way to the ball room. Upon arriving, she found the dance in full progress. As she stepped into the hall, she heard the shout from the crowd, Dick is here. They were looking straight at her. Who was Dick? Then she remembered seeing on the suitcase that she had mistaken for hers, the letters, DICK, She thought over all the possible Dicks, but finally decided that the owner must be Dick Trenton, Box- ford's football captain. Ted had told her that he might be on the same train with her. She had noticed a tall, hand- some young fellow in the seat behind her, but not knowing young Trenton very well, did not recognize him. The gang was hurrying toward her. What should she do? Could she play the game and not let them know who she really was? She was greeted with great excitement by all of the fellows, but when they offered to take her hat she politely shook her head and stepped into the ball room with it on, a proceeding which looked very queer indeed. The fellows tried to talk to her, but received no answer. Finally, Ted shouted, Well, Dick, what's the big idea, donit you suppose we know who you are? He also added, a little more excitedly, Have you seen anything of Barbara? She has not arrived yet. I am afraid something has happened. Just then a gentle- man outside announced that Miss Rich had arrived. Ted quickly left and ran to greet her. But as he shook her hand and looked down into her eyes, he drew back in amazement. Dick, he blurted out. Sh, sh, whispered Dick, dont let the gang know yet. The warning came too late. The fellows had heard Ted's exclamation and they now rushed to the place where the two were standing. It was a good joke enjoyed by Barbara and Dick, no less than by the others. But what could have been more appropriate as they danced the next fox trot together, than the selection played by the orchestra, What Would a Gentleman Do ? HERLENE SEAVEY, '32,

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THE ACADEMY BELL 17 up and the young lady stepped in. Dick listened and, sure enough, he heard her say, Boxford College, please. I guess that was Miss Rich after all, said Dick. Well, he would find out for sure tonight anyway. So, hailing a taxi, he made his way to his fraternity house. Upon arriving, he was heartily greeted by his friends who met him with shouts and cheers. After talking with the boys a few minutes, he left for his room as it was late and it would soon be time for the dance. Dick stepped into his room, closed the door and opened his suitcase. The first thing that met his gaze was a lovely peach taffeta evening dress, from under which peeped a pair of silver pumps. Dick stood back in amaze- ment. What did this all mean? Was it a trick that the boys had played on him, iinding that he was not going to masquerade? Then the solution came to him. In his haste in leaving the train, he had picked. the wrong suitcase from the rack. What should he do? Even if this suitcase did belong to Barbara Rich, there was no time to locate her, for it was now eight-thirty and besides, he would not know where to look for her. He sat down on his bed and tried to think. Suddenly an idea popped into his head. He jumped up, hurried off his traveling clothes, and made an attempt to put on the lovely taffeta dress. After trying half an hour, Dick stood before his long mirror, beautifully attired in the contents of the suitcase, which were suitable for the occasion. He had even managed to squeeze his feet into the silver pumps, although he had his doubts as to their lasting through the evening. But he lacked one thing. It was the lovely head of ,black wavy hair of Barbara Rich. Here was another problem, but leave it to Dick. It was late, but what did a half hour matter with this joke up his sleeve. Slipping on his top coat, he stepped quietly out of his room and hurried to a hairdresser's shop, only a short distance from the fraternity house. The elderly lady who owned the shop was a friend of Dick's mother and had also been a friend of Dick's all four years at college. As Dick excitedly blurted out his problem, an amused expression spread over the old lady's face, and when Dick had finished, she left the room. In a few minutes she returned with a wavy black Wig. Now Dick, said Mrs. Wilson, if you will be very careful of this, you may take it for the evening. Kissing the old lady on the forehead, he grabbed the wig and was gone. Meanwhile, in her room, Barbara Rich was also con- fronted with a problem. Upon opening her suitcase, she found that it was not hers, for it contained a dress suit. Barbara had always been a good sport and now she had a

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THE ACADEMY BELL THE VARSITY FISHERMAN ON BANK DUTY ' 'EXCITEMENT IN CAMP' '