Fryeburg Academy - Academy Bell Yearbook (Fryeburg, ME)

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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.

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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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32 The Academy Bell Then he turned his attention to his twenty-five foot fishing boat that was bob- bing gently under him. He had recently given her a new coat of sleek black paint and a snow-white sail. Previous to his fishing career, Dan had shipped out on many large whaling boats, any one of which he would have welcomed now. He had fished these waters in his small boat for fifteen years and such a wind he had never seen here before. After long consideration he pulled up the anchor, slid swiftly out of the cove and was soon enveloped in the full fury of the battling waves. The ten miles to the mainland seemed like a terribly long distance-almost too far to make in this storm. The boat with all its ballast was heavy for its size, still she was being tossed around like a feather. Every time she pitched into a wave, great clouds of spray came back over him. It was evident that Dan was going to have to figure out a way to sail and pump at the same time, if he would make land. Dan decided to try something desperate. He tied down the sheet, and pumped with his free hand. This second job absorbed so much of his attention that un- consciously he was sliding close to Black Snake Ledge. Soon he was almost on it. Then, sensing the danger, he swung the boat in a quick jibe to escape it. When the sail swung over with the sheet tied down, there was a tremendous strain thrown on the mast and the starboard stay broke. Now things were looking bad. With one stay gone, the mast was twisting back and forth and the boat pitched. Every time the mast twisted, the halyard frayed a little. At any moment the weakened halyard might break and let the sail come tumbling down all over him. The next few hours were desperate. Then as he approached the entrance of his little cove, it happened. A big gust of wind hit the sail. The halyard broke and the sail began to Hutter violently as it dropped slowly down the mast. However, Lady Luck was with Dan. During the last trying hour the wind had shifted and was now blowing behind him. ln a few minutes he would slide quietly up to his moorin . g MALCOLM MORRELL, '45 THE STREAM The stream beneath the ice doth hide Its frenzy boisterous and wild, Throughout the winter cold and white The stream keeps calmly out of sight, But brooding and waiting in strength it grows, While wild bitter storm above it blows, Until the sun with its burning light Sets free the stream from its wintery night, And the gurgling roar no longer sealed, Reverberates o'er hill and field. KINLEY ROBY, ,47