Abbot Academy - Circle Yearbook (Andover, MA)

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R KeeJ tit (prophecy A Sibyl, the Cumean called, While passing on her way To join her sisters in the East, Thro ' Andover did stray. No kindly hand was stretched to her, No friend was there to greet, Ah me, sighed she, I needs must stop To rest my weary feet. Before her tired eyes, there loomed An ivy-mantled wall ; Familiar that doth seem, said she, Ah, yes! ' tis Abbot Hall. And then with falt ' ring step and slow She climbed the granite stair, Pushed open wide the portal old, And, ent ' ring, found me there. ' 9

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ZHiloreb CL 2Hooers Arrived in the busy (?) city of Law- rence, Mass., one beautiful August morning. She entered A bbot as a day scholar in 1897, thus being the charter member of our class. This year she has been a boarder and has missed the pleasure of traveling back and forth so much that next year she expects to travel contin- ually, although perhaps not just be- tween Lawrence and Andover. Class Baseball Team onora Spalbirtg First appeared in society in New York City. Wishing a change of climate and scenery she came to Andover in September, 1900, but expects to return to her busy life next winter. She has always been taught to be accommodating, which is shown by the fact that if, in base- ball, she can ' t hit the ball, she allows the ball to hit her. President Y. W. C. A. Vice-President of Class Senior Play Draper Reader ' oi Editor of C our ant Editor of Class Book

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She answered to my wond ' ring glance, A Sibyl old am I. Oh, yes ! You sold King Tarquin books, Your price, I think, was high. It ill becomes a maiden young To judge of wisdom ' s price, Learn all thou can ' st, reck not the cost, Said she, is my advice. Thy words, though pert, have proved to me That I am known at last. Believe me, when in Learning ' s hall On yonder hill I asked, If they of Sibyls e ' er had heard, Or of their wisdom learned, Those boys yelled, ' Sure ! In Salem fires As witches they were burned. ' Now since thou knowest of my fame, A boon I ' ll grant to thee. I ' ll lift the veil which hides the face Of dim futurity. Quoth I, This favor then of thee I ' ll ask, and nothing more : For senior girls, disclose the lot The future holds in store. In solemn tones she then began, Thy hand extend to me And thou shalt know the girls as they Full ten years hence shall be. Before us comes a matron kind, She was Miss Avery Surrounded by her tiny brood She smiles contentedly. 20