Fryeburg Academy - Academy Bell Yearbook (Fryeburg, ME)

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The Academy Bell 29 and the look of determination in her face, I surmised that she was up to something. Daddy dear, don't you think Iohnny would go for the 'simple, feminine allure' type of girl? Anyway, it's worth a try.', She closed the front door thoughtfully, stood for a moment getting all the steps straight in her mind, then dashed wildly up the stairs, shouting, Mother, where's my light blue dress with the frilly collar? Don't you think Iill look simply ravishing with my hair just brushed softly, and with that blue dress and soft music playing-you know, mother, something on the idea of Greer Garson. In her last picture she wore a simple hair-do and a blue gown, and she looked simply rauishingli' BARBARA PEACO, 747 RAINBOW CORNER THE American Red Cross Rainbow Corner in London is a very popular club for service men. It has about three hundred and fifty paid workers and about three hundred and seventy-five volunteers. Some of the best workers, women, are volunteers. These women wash dishes, scrub tables, give information and help in many other ways. There are so many soldiers who go to Rainbow Corner that the front door is seldom closed. The women help the boys to forget the terrible things that have happened to them so recently. Meals are served twenty-four hours a day. The food is always the best and is served in an appetizing manner. Rainbow Corner opened a barber shop and valet service during Iuly, 1943. Also, during this period, shower baths with hot and cold water were furnished to the boys. There is an information counter in the building, too, where the boys can learn how to go quickly to a particular place or get to some spot of interest. There is a volunteer who does sewing for the boys. She sews on their stripes and buttons, mends small rips, or darns. socks. The boys who go to the basement of Rainbow Corner get another volunteer to write to their mothers, wives, and sweethearts. Every day, for eight hours, she writes almost constantly. She helps many a boy out of black despair and makes him feel like an American again. The Americans want to see things, so a woman who has lived in England for the past ten years goes daily to help the footloose Yank to see something of the huge city. Since there are no sightseeing buses, she has trained and developed as guides, twelve taxi drivers. These make four trips a day to show the sights of London. This organization is doing a great deal for our boys over across. No one but a boy who has been without the luxuries of life can appreciate the homelike com- forts given to them there. For instance, a story is told of two boys who had come in from the front lines and wanted to know where they could get a hot bath. The hostess replied, Plenty of hot water for showers, but you'll have to furnish your own soap. They told her that they didn't have any, but a hot bath would be a

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28 The Academy Bc!! first glance it appeared to be a masquerade costume of one sort or another, but upon closer examination, it proved to be a slinky black dinner dress of about 1930 vintage, slit to the knee, and fitting her slender form as if she'd been poured into it. My dear Marty,', I began. I wondered how to go about the delicate task of telling my young daughter that she looked devastating in the worst sense of the word. Taking a deep breath, I began again. Marty, you certainly don't intend to show yourself to Iohnny in that state, do you? Not that you don't look- uh-'simply devastatingf, as you put it. I has- tened to add, But donit you think - -F Before I could continue, the doorbell rang insistently, and glancing in the mir- ror and assuming an aloof and nonchalant countenance, Marty glided gracefully through the hall and Hung open the door. K'I'm so glad you could come, Iohnny dear. Won't you come inP', From my Hringside seatn in the study I could hear everything that was said in the next room, and couldn't resist the temptation of eavesdropping when my be- wildering daughter, suddenly dropping her newest role as 'Kwoman of the world, exclaimed: Oh, we almost missed the Hit Parade! Don't you think Frankie has a simply devastating voice, Iohnny? Naw, I think he stinks!,' came the uncomplimentary, but descriptive reply. I don't see what you dames see in that 1 18-pound, anemic vitamin peddlerf' He is not, Iohnny Towers! He's-he's-a dream! That's what he is! I cer- tainly hope you didnit come over here just to run down Frankie! If you did, I never want to see you again. Maybe that's a good idea, you-you-chameleon. Why don'tcha make up your mind whether youire a Southern belle or an outdoor girl or-or -. By the way, what are you trying to be today, anyway? I thought you looked funny when I came in tonight, now I know why. You forgot to remove the mudpackf' Although the two weren't in my line of vision, I had seen Marty go into one of her tantrums many times before, and I knew what was coming. I waited with bated breath for the inevitable outburst. It came. Iohnny Towers, you get right out of my house! I hate you! I don,t know why I ever had anything to do with a child like you, anyway! Get out of here and grow up-before I throw something! She flung open the front door and pointed dramatically toward the street. But Iohnny remained long enough to have the last word. He grinned broadly and said, O. K. Hedy, you win the first round, but don't plan on seeing me very soon, because if I have to wait until I grow up before darkening your door again, then I'l1 still have to wait a few years for you to gain some common sense. Or have you forgotten that you're exactly three years, two months, and eight days younger than I am? With this parting thrust he was off down the street. I hastened into the hall, thinking to console Marty and assure her that he'd be back, just like the other six times sheid ordered him out of her life forever. But my amazing daughter had again changed personalities. From the gleam in her eye

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50 The Academy Bell treat anyway-to which she answered, K'I'll try to Find some. She disappeared and in a few moments reappeared with the desired article. We, of Fryeburg Academy, should be especially interested in this club, as the popular hostess is none other than Mrs. Harvey D. Gibson, the wife of the chair- man of our Board of Trustees. ' MARY HASTINGS, '47 FIRST SNOW The snow came down and covered all With puff of whitest, softest down, Until it seemed no more could fall. The snow came down and covered all- The old well curb, the high stone wall, The rutted road which led to town. The snow came down and covered all With puff of whitest, softest down. IANE BROWN, 745 MAN Tho' born to create-he destroysg By Godls own hand will that end, For Truth and the Right are his buoys, Tho, born to create-he destroys. And tho' terror and death be his toys, ln peace and in love will he mend. Tho, born to create-he destroys, By God's own hand will that end. CYNTHIA HAYDEN, '45 DORM LIFE BUZ-Z-Z-! There goes the rising signal. Oh, 6:30 againln groans a victim of Alumni House. Crash! Thump! There, the third floor crowd is up. On week days there is a hurry-scurry here and there at 6:30 in the morning, but on Saturday morning mice can be heard at that hour and I believe they are heard -at least in one room. Anyway, Saturdays we can sleep until late. Then the fun begins. We must clean our rooms for a thorough inspection. Everything must be put in tip-top shape. That means we have to shake the rugs for a change. Everyone hurries about hunting up utensils for this warfare. As things get well under way, someone gets the idea of moving the beds. Then things start to slide. Squeak! Crash! There go the desk and all the books. Well, Finally things get in a jam right in the middle of the Hoor and some poor roommate is pinned in. Things start moving by inches. At last the roommate gets out, and the furniture is in its place. The finishing touches are completed about II :3o A.M.