Abbot Academy - Circle Yearbook (Andover, MA)

We arrived in September 1936 in new sad- dle shoes, a humble but enthusiastic few. Margi and Pris are the only boarders who remain to tell the tale, but Gisela, Sally, Sawyer and Weaver will also remember! On the whole we flunked our first year Latin, our hair was short, our legs were long, and we displayed a general lack of coordination throughout. We thought the Seniors very impressive and cried lustily at graduation. junior year found us experienced old girls and proud of our new size. We gave plays that we wrote in English class. Every- one was impressed and so were we! 'Twas a gay year, and there was a very notorious bunch in Sherman! Junior-Mid year we found ourselves moving up in chapel and perusing college catalogues. A wonderful moonlight sleigh- ride with supper at the Kirkshire was one of the high spots, and that was the year some of us begged dances from sympa- thetic upper classmen. Senior-Mid year arrived with the hurri- cane and a great lack of grove. We got high aspirations, plowed wearily through E IOR CLASS S'Emma', and got new red sweaters. Our song was sung at the top of our lungs, and amid much prompting and pleasure we gave our plays Quality Street, Richman, Poor- man and The Lost Silk Hat. We went in swimming in peculiar garb at our picnic at Berryls Pond, our hair recovering just in time for us to go to Prom clad in flowing gowns and long streamers. The Senior Parlor became ours, and college boards laid us low. Come September 1939, and it's all ours! We spent our all on teas for the under- classmen, stuffed our Senior couches with cushions, and hung happily out of our front windows. It really seemed amazing to be so important, but this knowledge didn't seem to give us a dignified demean- or. Hymns on the radiator, cokes in the bedrooms--a very versatile but goony group are we. Our saddle shoes are worn out, pork pies have taken us all by storm, and the remaining details and fondest memories of 1940 lie between these covers.