Fryeburg Academy - Academy Bell Yearbook (Fryeburg, ME)

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THE ACADEMY BELL LATIN CLASS I'll write about our Latin class, It's really quite a scream. We hold our little Caesar book And try so bright to seem. Periphrastic, says Miss Johnson While we blankly stare. For the hundredth time she tells Its use and why it's there. When we are told to translate, We, oh, so glibly, equote. fMiss Johnson finds in the back of the book It's all written out in a note.J Some days we don't pay attention in class And when we are asked to recite, We look and look, the place is gone, What would you do in that plight? We get our hopes up, now and then For a lesson, short and sweet. Lo and behold! When she gives it out In length it can't be beat. If we should all have our lesson done This is what Miss Johnson would say, I know that this is too good to be true They'll be terrible the following day. But I must do my next day's work Or the class' reputation, I'll kill, And you'd read tomorrow, in this poem A chapter, sadder still. MARION BARKER, '32 PARODY ON THE OLD OAKEN BUCKET How clear in my mind are the pranks of my boyhood When I was a kid and just starting to grow. The strings in my pockets, the fish hooks and matches, The bruises and cuts and the bandaged-up toe, The crows and the blue jays and chattering squirrels. The sling shots and arrows I used for a gun. The switching I got when I brought down a victim That old tingling switch! Say, it wasn't much fun. JAMES W. MERRILL, '30

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THE ACADEMY BELL THE DAILY GRIND First period comes English History And oh, what a bother it isg Right after music comes Algebra two, A subject that everyone fears. English isn't quite so bad And neither is French two: But typing actually drives me mad, A subject that I never can do. But after you stop and think it over, School life isn't half so bad: And when you come back to old F. A. It really makes you glad. VIVIAN CLEMONS, '31 MY DOG I had a little dog, His name was Mikey And every time he went to town . There was sure to be a fight. One cool September morning As we were walking down the street, We chanced upon a bull dog With a great big piece of meat. The fight was fast and furious, Although it was a shame- The way my little Michael Chewed that dog, till he was tame. CLIFTON SMITH, '32 Miss Piper has a parrot All he says is won't. I said Some pet, Miss Piper. She said, Some do, I d0n't. She also has a fiivver The rattle overwhelms all talkg And if you're going to ride, It's much safer for you to walk. MORTON FLINT, '31

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THE ACADEMY BELL A SCHOOL INCIDENT School had begun at the usual time, Each student in his homeroom seat, When in came Stearns and a little behind Came Bussell with noiseless feet. Now, said Miss Piper with an angry look, You boys are two minutes late. I couldn't help it, was Bussell's reply, I have to keep my dates. So into the oflice poor Buzzy was sent, He knew that his time had come If you have ever been sent in for that, You know that it is no fun. Mister's face was very stern As he said, Will you please sit down? And Buzzy nearly had heart failure n When he said, Have you been down town?' Yes, I have, but I hurried right back, And came right up to the 'Dorm,' But when I looked for the other boys, I found that they all had gone. Now, Bussell, says Mister with a smile on his face, I know that isn't so, For I saw you myself walking with a girl Up the street twenty minutes ago. Finally Buzzy spoke up and said May I go to my classes now? Yes, he replied, But remember this, To lie, you have to know how. MARY SAMPSON 32 CHARGE OF THE RATTLY FORD fWith apologies to Alfred Tennysonl Half a mile, half a mile, Half a mile onward, Ten miles from home And one gallon to get me Back to the old town- Me and my jitney, Traveling the road towards Up many hills and down! home