Abbot Academy - Circle Yearbook (Andover, MA)

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The dance which we gave to the Senior-Middlers was a great success, and we all hope to enjoy as much our next when it comes. Many of our thoughts since Christmas have been of the stage, and well they might be. First, the Academic Seniors were busy writing their plays, and then when two were chosen to be given, came the rehearsals. In the second place, we all were deeply interested in the search for a Senior play, finally deciding on Dickens ' Cricket on the Hearth. Our only hope is that the audience spent half as pleas- ant an evening watching it as we did giving it. The Bradford Seniors have come to an informal tea-dance, and we have realized anew how truly delightful and friendly they are. Now the year is nearly over. There remains only the Trustees ' dance and our banquet, then the last three days, when we will be so excited, a nd our career at Abbot will end. We will never forget our school, for from her we received the impulse and training to Do noble things, not dream them. Agnes Grant, Class Historian. 27

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So we worked and played together till the night of the Senior Banquet, when the Class of 1915 formally presented us with the Senior Parlor for our own. Its possession gave us a feeling of pride and responsibility, but at the same time a rather lost sensation at the thought of managing without the Seniors. A new plan was instituted with us, that of electing the officers for the Senior year in June, that there might be no delay in class organization in September. The result has been highly satisfactory, and we hope it will become a custom. The year ended in a rush. We had received the spade and trowel to keep till our tree and ivy should be planted, and had started off on our vacation before we realized that it was June. When September brought us back, we missed much the few of our classmates who failed to return. But new members had joined our ranks, so that forty-seven Seniors filled the Senior parlor at our first class meeting. From the beginning of the year we have assumed control, putting on vaudeville shows, giving in- formal tea-dances to the underclassmen in the Recreation room and taking active part in hockey and tennis. Few big events came before the Christmas holidays, though we spent many happy hours before our open fire, listening to the Victrola, sewing, knitting and being read to. But after the holidays things happened more quickly. Our mid-year exams were upon us, and for three days we toiled with the vision of Intervale ever spurring us on. How happy all forty-five of us were! The snow fell much of the time we were up there in the mountains, but storms held no menace to us. We banished all thought of books and reveled in our play- time. The four days flew as if on wings, and we would have thought the trip a dream had we not num- erous bumps and bruises to prove it a reality. According to custom, we went in to Boston to the annual Abbot Club luncheon, with the distinc- tion of having, as a class, joined the Club before our graduation. 26

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The sun and the sky look down, little tree, And bid you come up to their light. But the earth and your roots hold you fast, little tree, Giving moisture and warmth and might. Like you, we want sky and the sun, little tree, And all of the light that they shed; And our roots, like yours, are deep here, little tree, Where they have been strengthened and fed. The birds will come to your shade, little tree, The children will play all around, And you will give to the world, little tree, The beauty and strength that you ' ve found. The Master has given us life, little tree, Each day sending strength from above That we may give forth in our lives, little tree. His beauty and strength and love. Marjorie F. Freeman. 28