Fryeburg Academy - Academy Bell Yearbook (Fryeburg, ME)

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

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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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20 THE ACADEMY BELL HALLOWED GROUND One of the most solemn moments in the history of the world took place in the Allied trenches November 11, at 11 o'clock-the coming of peace. This great silence replaced, the thunder of cannons and machine guns, that had been heard so many terrible years. Silence-peace-ending the bloodiest war that the world has ever known, a war to which all nations of the earth sent their best young men to facie death. Thousands of America's sons are still in France, resting in fields that will long bear marks of the terrible contests in which so many lives were cast away. Nature has done much in these battle fields to make men forget the awful turmoil of only a few years ago. She has grown plants and wild flowers, trying to hide the places where human beings fell by the thousands, bathed in blood. Yet, among all these fiowers and foliage, grim reminders often are seen as one passes along this sacred ground. Wire entanglements slowly rusting away, dugouts, guns, still in firing position, untouched. Here and there stand white crosses, unnamed. It has been impossible to mark every resting place, and they lie, unknown soldiers, by the tens of thousands in Belleau Wood and. Chateau-Thierry. In the northern part of Belleau Wood one may see many field guns in firing position, just as they were taken by the Americans in 1918g then in advance of those, a line of German machine guns, just as they were eleven years ago. Now, surrounded -by beautiful leaves, they are a picturesque sight as they hold the positions, their rattling hail of death stilled forever. Beyond these machine guns, nearly hidden by ferns and fir trees, is an Australian 88 millimeter gun, a symbol of the war gods, yet no longer throwing out its high velocity shells, but constituting a permanent memorial. Along the south front of the St. Michiel, the Germans constructed an elaborate barbed-wire defence to help pro- tect deep trenches just behind it all. Today the entangle- ment of wire is still there, intermingled with flowers of every description, it is a picture of grim struggle mingled with nature's beauty, a reminder of what has been there. One could hardly believe that, in truth, 200,000 gas shells had fallen in a single night in that area, or that 400,000 Germans had sacrificed their lives to hold the section just beyond, namely, Fort Danaumont, now a beautiful monu- ment, surrounded by the white crosses of 100,000 unknown heroes who .barred the way to Verdun. Here may be seen one of the most heart-breaking scenes of all this sacred ground. We see one rifle barrel appearing above the ground, a little farther another, then another, bayonets in