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my Father felt that the home influence was too lax in the development of character. So we were all sent a few years later to the Canandaigua Academy in the lovely town of that name. I remember perfectly the long facade of brick set back upon the hill with the bellfry in the center of the roof where my brother Frank who had a joyous gift for mischief [[left margin]] '62-'63 [[/left margin]] climbed late one frosty night with a pail of water and by propping the bell bottom side up filled it with water, so the following morning when the rope down in the class room was pulled to arouse the school the bell was seen to swing back and forth and turn summersaults joyously with out emitting the slightest sound.  I also remember Franks telling me of a rope ladder from the gymnasium which was carefully concealed under his bed, and the following morning we little boys were told to into Frank Beckwith's