Abbot Academy - Circle Yearbook (Andover, MA)

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Snterbale ongg Tune: Mill Stream Shadows on the snow, Long moonlight rides, Cosy popcorn talks ' Round a warm fireside. Swift toboggan flights, Long snowshoe hikes; It was supreme, We ' ll always dream Of Intervale. Tune: Hortense We went to Intervale all out of step, To get good-looking and a lot more pep — We looked at the choice of eggs or meat, Then ordered both, can that be beat? Pie or ice cream? both! we cried, Till we couldn ' t get more inside, Now we ' re fatter and not so pale, There never was a place like — Intervale! Look into the distance, over hill and vale, And you will see a place that is known as Intervale. After all our studying and grinding out of books We went ' way up to Intervale to get some cheery looks. Four days of snow-fights And the jolliest of p-l-a-y, Sleighrides in the moonlight — But that ' s not half of what we have to say. Pancakes in the morning, and hot beefsteak at night, And all the other good things that make your belt so tight. We had a lot of tummy-aches and awful nightmares too, But that was only half the game, and never made us blue. Now it ' s all over And the only thing to s-a-y- is, Do all your lessons So that you ' ll be seniors bye and bye: 35

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The Abbot Circle 1922 Snterbale Surpassed anticipations Sport ' s exhilarations Menu dissipations Life sans regulations That was Intervale! Friendly, close relations Joyful exultations Sunset revelations Ideal contemplations That was Intervale! 37