Fryeburg Academy - Academy Bell Yearbook (Fryeburg, ME)

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24 T HE ACADEMY BELL wall is 'a deep moat which at one time was filled with water for protection. On the eastern side opens the chief en- trance, which is the only one accessible to carting. It is defended by a barbican supplied with loop-holes and battle- ments with a watch. The entrance is slanted, so as to mask the gate of the chief work. On the outward side the two huge towers, between which the gate opens, are reinforced by a sort of buttress used in olden days to keep off the besiegers from the most assailable point. Protection was the prime factor when this city was built. This fact is more noticeable than anything else when one is looking it over. In the southwest corner, inside the walls is a chapel, named St. Nazaire, a most beautiful building of its kind. Throughout the inside of the city are small houses or huts in which the inhabitants used to live. The thing that struck me most forcibly when visiting this city was the lack of any tourists which would usually infest a place like this. It was only by luck that we stumbled over it. The train we were on was held up for some reason and we learned from a peasant that a good way to pass the time away would be to look over this unknown city which was still inhabited by poor peasants. Incidentally we were so interested in the city that we forgot all about our train and had to stay overnight to wait for the next one. Ross BURTON, '30. A THIRD STORY WINDOW FROM A DORM IS INTERESTING I. Window looks toward mountain. Cal Perfect star formed in mountain when snow melts in spring. Qbj Overlooks Mt. Kearsarge, Double Head, Bald- face, Rattlesnake, Chocorua, Carter's Dome, and Washington and many others. II. Little hollow behind house where flowers grow. tal Girls pick dog-tooth-violets. fbi Sit on bank and dream. III. Shouts of students as they pass to and from school. Cal Girl pouts because she has to go out for track. tbl Boy chases girlg girl gets mad and slaps him. IV. Conversation between boy and girl from one dorm window to another. Cal Boy asks if she will go to movies with him. tbl Girl giggles and refuses. 1 Ccj Boy flashes light to her.

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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

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THE ACADEMY BELL 25 fdj Teacher catches girl talking out window. Cel Teacher puts girl on campus. ffl Girl finally closes window. V. Exciting moments from window after study hours. fab Evening callers by roadside. fbi Talk to girls-frightened. lcj Makes dates with girls. fdj Boys come armed to rescue. fel Frighten callers away. VI. Special delivery from one window to another. fab Box tied on string. Cbj First rap-second rap. Cel Letting down of string. Cdl Answer back-rap. fel Box full of peanuts, etc. MARY SAMPsoN, '32. MY BOOKS Oh, where would I be without my books! Wouldn't it be terrible to come home nights with no studying to do, no themes to write, and no Latin to translate? I should really be in a terrible predicament. What if some one should call up and suggest going to a dance? I couldn't refuse for I should have no excuse and how I would rave, Oh my books! How I miss my books ! If there were no dance, I might be drawn into a pool game. I should wander about the table tearing my hair at the noise and excitement, wishing for my books and a calm, peaceful evening at home with the wonderful com- panionship of Virgil or, perhaps, Maria Chapdelaine. If there were no dance or pool game I might be per- suaded to go to the movies, although I detest those talkies! How they do bother mel There is no rest in the movie halls of today. How can anyone even compare a movie with a pleasant hour of study? Modern movies are a cheap sort of story compared to the old Roman Classics. If there were a basketball game I'd. have to go. I should sit on the bleacher, nearly wild with the noise of the cheering and pray and pray for the end of the game, not caring which side won. The last resort would be to go to bed. I can hardly imagine an evening spent in such a way. Just think how terrible it would be, to lie in bed and dream of the pleasant evenings I had spent with my books and wish for even one of them. Then, after thinking of this for several hours, to drop into a deep sleep and at last find myself in heaven, for in my dreams I found my books and did not lose them till m01'11iI1g- Oscoon PIKE, '30.