Abbot Academy - Circle Yearbook (Andover, MA)

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' Don ' t let it burn 1 " " Mmm — m Giggle Giggle pin-work!) on dolls — those great big beautiful dolls? And what a thrill it was when we carried to our tables the blazing plum puddings on the night before Christ- mas vacation! Later on, we enjoyed the gracious hospitality of Miss Hearsey on those Sunday evenings at Sunset where she entertained us at supper before her cozy fire. Then came skiing in anticipation of Intervale — that " little bit of heaven " of which we had heard so much and so long. Midyear examinations over, we left to see the " feet of snow " up in New Hamp- shire. The train ride was a wild whirl with portable radios everywhere, and before we knew it the Emersons were greeting us heartily with cocoa, cookies and sand- wiches in the warmth of their comfortable living room. Their precious cocker spaniel at once became our pet. Somehow we managed to slumber happily that night in spite of being wedged between vies and —comforters. Next day we skied on Rus- All for Hindman Just Another Handful [73]

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Third Floor Front Goes to Kirksbire Second Floor Front at 9 P.M. Our Senior Year WILL we ever forget our arrival back at Abbot for this our final year? Our spacious front rooms equipped with famous couches, the Senior Parlor and radio — these were part of our joys along with lack of study hall commuting and Senior coffee on the " first Sunday. " On two Sunday mornings our two ambi- tious corridors breezed merrily off for a yummy Kirkshire breakfast — another Sen- ior prerogative. Of course we picnicked at Ipswich, got the wind and the sand in our hair, and loved every bit of it. The roaring of the ocean, gay laughter, bare feet, wad- ing, toasting weenies and marshmallows, eating from the roof, returning to Abbot at dusk, singing and harmonizing familiar tunes, all spell for us our Senior picnic, and what fun it was! Remember when the winter set in with snow and industrious needlework (and Fire Chief Sand-Witches " Lets [72]

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CABLE SKI TOW .INTERVALE V N. H. . TWO TRM1 %N SLOPE " Here it comes! ' Intervale at Last " Shall we try it! ' sell ' s slope where with Miss Carpenter ' s help we learned additional technique for the harder slopes to come. Sue ' s ring, lost in the snow, caused much commotion and emotion. Next was the excitement of the skimobiles on Cranmore, and the heights to which they rose! We were breathless! What a thrill we had skiing down from the halfway point to the foot! And re- member the movies on Saturday night when we were packed sardine-like in the tiny bus while Sherman, drive r with the quaint chapeau, bravely endured our ren- dition of " Gee it was swell! " Winnie the Pooh waddled in and out among the shad- ows as Miss Hearsey read his adventures after our hymn-singing session. Our feel- ings a mixture of joy and sadness, we com- posed praises of Intervale to sing to the underclassmen on our return to Abbot. In the spring we reveled in the new freedom of unchaperoned Saturday leaves and late lights, as well as peanut butter and jam at Baronial! What bliss! We re- Safely Down There We Go [74]