Fryeburg Academy - Academy Bell Yearbook (Fryeburg, ME)

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22 THE ACADEMY BELL line become rivals for first place in the number of sticks they can chew at one time and the size of the bubbles they are able to blow. What ideals for virtue! If you have ever watched a group of people dancing perhaps you, too, have thought of how absurd it is to get up and take idiotic side steps, whirls, and dips, keeping in time with weird sounding music. Nevertheless, thousands do it every day and consider themselves as sane as neces- sary. There are other habits, such as collecting souvenirs, assigning new words to old tunes, holding afternoon teas, and sitting around a card table for hours at a time, which are too numerous to, mention. If you try to inquire as to why a certain person does or likes such things, the answer is always the same, Oh, everyone else likes them, so I do, and you turn away still unsatisfied and without any solu- tion. ELIZABETH RUNDLETT, '30. ' LETTERS The postman with his letters has many effects on dif- ferent people. When he gives a mother a letter from her daughter, she is very happy. When a father receives a letter from his son, he is generally worried lest he ask for more money. Bills! The postman gives those to everyone and, of course, they don't bring much pleasure. To the person in love, I suppose, it gives a moment of happy thrills. What it means to a boy or girl away from home to receive a nice letter from Dad with a check enclosed! Imagine the feelings of a person who is ready to go to some big party and at the last moment has a letter come saying they're sorry but the shoes of that size are not in stock, at the present. To some, a letter is a letter, and they are glad of almost any kind. MARION BARKER, '32. A PLEASANT TRIP One fine morning last September it was decided that the Dorm girls, who wished to, and several teachers, climb Mount Chocorua. We started about eight A. M., with Mr. LaCasce and Miss Fifield as chauffeurs. Among those who went were, Mister, Miss Fifield, Miss Johnny, Cherub Chase, Eleanor Frye, June Upton, Norma Stuart, and I.

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THE ACADEMY BELL 21 place, the Trench of Bayonetsn protected by the American memorial. Men of the 137th Infantry had been ordered to hold this trench at any cost. They were standing in it, rifles in hand, when a discharge from the enemy upset the works and buried the occupants alive. The bayonets still stand above the earth, grim reminders of the tragic fate of the men holding them. It reminds me of Little Boy Blue in which the little tin soldier is waiting endlessly. The largest overseas cemetery, at Romagne-Sous-Mont- jaucon, contains 14,000 little white crosses in perfect rows, four marble monuments on either corner, and, a beautiful drive enclosing it all. The soldiers there represent every division of the American Legion. As we look over these graves of the best young men of our nation, a surge of blood rushes through us and we hope for better understanding and everlasting peace between nations: we hope that these men have not died in vain, but have made the world safe, so that never again the bugle will be heard at the front, so that never again the words Cease firing will ring out, and so that never again such grim spectacles as these which are left will remind humanity of such needless sacrifice. ELLSWORTH B. LAWRENCE, '30. MYSTERIES OF HOBBIES AND HABITS Everywhere there are people who have peculiar hobbies or habits. Business men, after a hot, hard day in the oflice, feel the necessity of the form of recreation which is most pleasing to them, therefore, they may visit the golf links, attend the theater, pick up some light fiction, or even work in a small garden after supper. Such hobbies are easily understood and truly helpful to the ones who enjoy them, but those which are originated in, around, or by dor- mitory life are far less comprehensible, I am sure. For example, why does a person like to go fishing in the most muddy season of the year, when it is certain the car will get stuck in the mud? Garage men are not always available on immediate call. Can there be some d.elight, unknown to most of us, in waiting on a lonely, country road, knee-deep in slimy mud, until a certain party fexpected or not ?J comes to the rescue? I know not, so will leave the explanation to a person better informed than I. To me the gum-chewing habit, too, still remains among the unsolved mysteries of life. The practice is all right once in a while and one stick at a time, but it has ceased to be limited to that. Those who take up this form of side

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THE ACADEMY BELL 23 When we reached the foot of the mountain Mister filled his knap-sack with apples and other food. We then started our climb. We were two hours reaching the topg we stopped many times for the Piper Trail was hard climbing. Mister and June kept the lead most of the time. As we walked we could see the top of the mountain at one side, it seemed as though we would never get there in such a round-about way. Before we had quite reached the summit it was about eleven. We were all hungry, so we ate our dinner of frank- forts, sandwiches, cake, cookies, and apples. The wind was blowing and it was rather cold, but we enjoyed our dinner. When we were through eating we continued to the top. From here we could see rivers, mountains, lakes and vil- lages. We looked around all we wished to, then Mister suggested we go to the football game at Wolfeboro f between Fryeburg and Brewster Academyj. We took a very different trail, the Weetamoo, coming down. It was much steeper than the one by which we went up. I fell down twice and my toes were covered with blisters g just the same I followed the others as best I could. We arrived at the foot of the mountain about two-thirty P. M. Then we started toward Brewster. Before we got there a large white cat ran across the road in front of us. Some one said we must be going to win. A black cat means bad luck, so the white one must mean good fortune. We did win, thirteen to six. As soon as the game was over we started home. It was growing dark, and it seemed as if we would never reach Fryeburg. Finally, Mister sug- gested if I didn't keep still he'd have to put a hot potato into my mouth. This frightened me so I tried to be more quiet. We got home at 6 P. M., very tired and hungry. In spite of this, I am sure we all enjoyed our trip very much. ELSIE SMITH, '33. THE CITY OF CARCASSONNE In the western part of France lies a famous old city called Carcassonne. While visiting the country we stumbled over this unique little place and took a great interest in it On first appearance, we were struck by the grand and severe aspect of those brown towers, so varied in dimen- sions, silhouetted in the sky. Below these lies a wall sur- rounding this city. It stands about sixty or seventy feet high, and is at least twelve feet in thickness. Around the