Fryeburg Academy - Academy Bell Yearbook (Fryeburg, ME)

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ew f. ,. I P if U K? QE t- fg View J aa? it 1 literature .y.g.x.y.g.g.g.y.-53.5.y.y.y.y.y.y.g.x.y.y.y.y.y.y.x.y.y.g.y.g. FROM ONE WHO KNOWS WHEN God created man to inhabit the universe, he did some very careful plan- ning, trying to form a perfectly synchronized machine of Hesh, bones and muscle. Little did he ever suspect that his product would dream up devious methods of self-destruction. Somewhere through the long course of history, someone found that, by binding long slats to his feet, he could travel over snow much faster than his legs could carry him. From that day on, man has never been the same. Yesterday afternoon, at 3:10, I began sliding down the long, white path to de- struction. I hadn't been on skis for over three years, but I was as good at falling down as I had ever been. You'd be surprised how easy it is to remember that part of skiing. Getting up the slope of Pleasant Mountain was simple enough. I'm an expert at holding onto a cable and being dragged up a mountain by sheer force. At the top of the tow, I turned and looked down upon my destination. Down there, ,way down there, lay the parking area. I gulped, knowing that the only way I could get to the car was to-I closed my eyes, said a quiet prayer for the salvation of my soul, and pushed oFf. Have you ever seen a woodchuck poking his head out of a burrow? Well, substitute a snowdrift for the burrow, me for the animal, and draw your own conclusions. Multiply this scene about thirty times and you will have a perfect picture of my Saturday afternoon activities. Toss in a few dozen bruises, several sore spots, and a cold, perhaps you can understand why I'm hob- bling around, swathed in Ace bandages, wincing at every step. Please accept a friendly warning from one who knows. Skiing is a fool's pas- time, an amusement for someone whois off the beam. It is a cold, painful, mur- derous method of self-inflicted torture! Excuse me, did you say something? Of course I'd like to go skiing this after- noon. Can you wait a minute while I put a fresh coat of wax on my skis? I couldnat get any speed at all with them yesterday. BETTE-JANE GRIERSON, ,4Q

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sHELDoN CARROLL PIPER, I-Iiggy GENERAL COURSE Born Ianuary 12, 1939 Residence, Fryeburg, Maine Entered from M l ' ' ec ianic Falls High School, '45. Ambition To get out of Fryeburg Academy IfVeakne.vs The opposite sex F 7 . . . az orite Pastzme Talking HERMAN DALE RICHARDSON, Gismoe POST-GRADUATE COURSE Born September 18, 1930 Residence, Bridgton, Maine Entered from Bridgton Academy, '47. Basketball C45 g Baseball 14D g Varsity Club Q4, 5D 3 Future Farmers of America Q4, 5b. Ambilion To get out of fourth period Weakness Gum Faz'orite Pasfime Dodging cops EMERSON B ENIAMIN RODGERS, Bunny AGRICULTURAL COURSE Born April 25, 1930 Residence, Marblehead, Massachusetts Entered from Marblehead High School, '48. Football f5Dg Student Council 155, Christmas Play f5jg Varsity Club Ambition To make the week ends longer at Bailey Island Weakness Love letters I:l11'07'1'fl' Pastime Talking about Bunny RALPH CLIFFORD WOODWARD , ,.W0ody,, Posr-GRADUATE COURSE Born Iuly 15, 1930 Residence, East Conway, New Hampshire Baseball fl, 2, 4, 51, Cross Country fz, 3, 453 Skiing CI, 2, 3, 4, 55, One-act Plays CID Stage Manager Q3, 4DQ Stage Manager Senior Drama QQ, Varsity Club Ambition To go to a trade school Weakness N h ort Fryeburg dances Favorite Pastime Skiing

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30 The Academy Bell THE PARTY THE room was crowded with people, all talking noisily and busily. He glanced around for a secluded corner in which to relax for a few moments, and his eyes lighted on the doors leading to the veranda. Wonderful! he thought, it will be much cooler out there, and besides the people will never miss me. I really don't understand their conversation any more. It's been too long since I shared their outlook. The doors were open a trifle, and he glimpsed the vague outline of Blanche. Her slender, erect figure was hard not to recognize. I-Ie noticed Mil- dred across the room look at him as if she wished he would join her, but he glanced away quickly and slipped out to join Blanche. 'lHello, he said. Are you enjoying this clambake at all? She turned her head slowly in his direction as if reluctant to bring herself back to reality. Why yes, she said quietly. It's a little different from what I ex- pected it to be, but I think I am enjoying it. Especially now. She raised her eyes with a shy look, quite unexpected. The man looked at her with hidden admiration. Blanche always, somehow, still surprised him. Despite all the years he had known and loved her, he could never quite understand this fair, tall, aloof-looking girl. He realized suddenly that she was really very beautiful. With one last smile, she left him to join the party again. And who was that handsome lass to whom you were speaking? said an amused voice behind him. Startled, he turned around to Hnd himself gazing into the merry, brown eyes of Mildred. That,', he smiled, was Blanche. Oh, she smiled back, a little shade of uncertainty in her manner. Do you suppose that she is enjoying herself, Bill? It's so different from what she is used to doing. I do believe, however, that she is quite the most attractive girl here. Excepting my hostess, the man stated firmly with an affectionate tone. Blanche meanwhile moved gracefully from group to group. She wished sud- denly that Mac were there, but, of course, the crowd was just a little out of Macls class. lust as well, really, as he'd never behave like a gentleman. More the out- door type, she thought, like me. She looked across the room to where Mildred and Bill stood absorbed in con- versation. They were nice people, she thought, for parents, but gee! they just couldn't understand that she'd much rather spend her fifteenth birthday with Mac, her Scotty, than at an old party with all those drips. FLORENCE Woon, ,49 MY GARDEN ACQUAINTANCES ONE afternoon during the summer of 1938, while I was walking through my back yard, I spotted what I thought was a smooth elliptical stone, half buried in