Fryeburg Academy - Academy Bell Yearbook (Fryeburg, ME)

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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.

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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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The Academy Bell 31 At 12:00 the buzzer rings and that means lunch is served. It is announced at lunch that tonight is to be Sadie Hawkins night. A squeal arises from all the girls. After lunch everyone is just about ready to Hop on a bed, but no, the beds are all slicked up for inspection. Finally the teacher comes in and begins on one side of the room and makes a complete survey of everything in sight. I guess this will pass, exclaims the teacher. The student gives a deep sigh of relief and Hops on the bed. As the afternoon rolls on, the telephone begins to ring constantly. Girls are call- ing the Frye House continually, in search of some poor victim for the movies. Who are you taking, Procky?,' is the cry of the afternoon. At last the time is here. The boys are coming over to Alumni House. Boys, girls, and more boys and girls. In fact so many boys are asked, they Fill the recep- tion room. The giggling girls stomp down the stairs, each in search of her Man. Finally the parade starts down the street by two's. As it approaches the K. of P. Hall, spectators think a zoo is let loose. All the girls form a line to the left to pur- chase tickets. Two tickets, please, is the request for about twenty minutes. The ticket seller just looks in amazement. All the couples decide to sit in one large group, and as each couple walks down the aisle to take seats, a cheer comes from those already seated. Soon the movies begin and a survey of the middle section re- veals peculiar silhouettes. Very peculiar! On the home stretch things seem much quieter. We all wonder why. Some are worn out from the night's episode. At least it is all over, so we think. Lights are out and all seems quiet and serene on the campus. But then it happens! I guess some people want more fun. A light is flashed in one of the front rooms. What is that? yells someone. Two heads pop to the window. There in the window on the third Hoor of the boys' dorm is a figure with a very bright light in his hand. Very bright! He is trying to signal to one of the girls in the front room. He signals for about Fifteen minutes, then gives up in despair. Lord knows what he saw with that light! The light Hashes no more. I imagine heavy footsteps approach third Hour. Soon all is quiet on the eastern front. The campus is wrapped in slumber. Such is dor- mitory life! ELEANOR HAzE1.'roN, '45 STORM DAN looked out beyond the little cove that was sheltering his small boat, and tried to tell himself that some of the fury of the storm had gone. Then he remembered that he had already spent Five days here waiting for the storm to subside and that he had no food. If he waited much longer, he would be too weak to handle the boat. If he had anyone who cared for him, he might have expected help. But most of his life he had lived as a hermit and few had seen him come or go, and if they had seen him, they would have thought nothing of it.