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On September 23, 1952, several young and very brave girls entered the gates
of Abbot Academy. For many it was the first time away from home, but they were
determined to adapt themselves to the rigorous routine of "prep school" and some-
how, make themselves a part of it.
During that long and wonderful year they learned of many things that they
never knew existed . . . the glories of a CP paper, the taste of hamburgers at
Ford's, the nervous tension during the first day of exams, the tediousness of
afternoon study hall, the strangeness at having to serve a meal, the beauty of
Sunday night vespers. This small class also had some distinctions that were its
very own . . . the constant record playing and the phoning to Abbey house every
night that drove the Draper faculty insane.
The next year many new persons joined the group to make it larger although
it was split up among Draper, Abbey, Homestead, and Sherman. During the
year the AAYC was born . . . an exclusive organization to which only the most
important people could belong. Soon the little girls realized that they were grow-
ing up, the work becoming harder and harder . . .
'TBA'thifdiyeaiiibfbughigieit'Ha13i3ii1eisE faciiaagfoaup' as it was against te..-
larged and was at last in unison under the same roof. It was during that year the
class learned that responsibility went hand in hand with authority and one could
only be gotten through application of the other. The Abbot bazaar was theirs
to command and the feeling was wonderful. The year also brought forth many
talents which were given recognition in the Senior-Mid Talent Show. With
Jane Austen out of the way, the month of june appeared around the corner and
the final year became more than a dream to that little group that started out so
The first realization of being seniors swept over them as they found them-
selves in the Senior Parlor - their very own. Next came the Senior Picnic, where
mingled with sand, seaweed, and cigarette smoke, they received the material
symbol of all the work, happiness, distress, defeat, and excitement of life at
Abbot. They were nostalgically reminded of the bad times and the glad times
as Mrs. Crane called out the names to present the rings.
Soon they swung into the routine and forgot to pinch themselves to be
sure that the figures on the foreboding platform in the traditional Abbot blue
blazers were actually their classmates, the same girls who in the years before
had been sitting in the back rows of the chapel listening to the student council
lead its opening meeting. '
All too soon came Intervale and the Senior Prom and finally-graduation.
The little group felt strangely quiet as they walked back down the aisle of
South Church for the last time, realizing that a very special part of their lives
was over and the time had come to leave Abbot, taking with them the wonderful
things they had learned.