Abbot Academy - Circle Yearbook (Andover, MA)

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And one there was, her talents used In teaching district school. Well versed in Browning was the child Who came beneath her rule. But Mercer cared not long to be A wielder of the birch, Her writings show her interest deep In psychical research. ' Twas thought that Florence Fletcher ' s voice Would make her choose the stage, But architecture, strange to say, Doth all her thoughts engage. She ' s won more fame than e ' er she ' d gain Within the calcium ' s glare, In great demand she finds her plans Of castles in the air. That dark-eyed lass, lone Bedell, The art of music chose ; And after years of study hard, To prominence she rose. No longer does lone declare She ' s wedded to her art, Since Cupid with unerring aim Sent home a fiery dart. And though they know that on thro ' life Their paths must be apart, A love for Abbot and the girls Lies deep within each heart. The dear, old school has many friends, But none you ' ll find more true Than they who formed the senior class Of nineteen hundred two.

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A bachelor apartment gay Miss Katherine doth keep, ' Tis said she wrestles nightly there With social problems deep. And there her dear friend, Harriet Chase, (E ' en now they cannot part) Doth keenly view the modern stage As critic of that art. Honora, as an editor, Is known for miles around ; The equal of her mighty pen Has never yet been found. Miss Florence, in the business world, Has met with great success ; While Martha at the bar has proved A wonder — nothing less. And Lela Elliott set forth, Like John of old, to teach The means by which the savage red The pearly gates might reach. Ere long, it seems among the whites She found some heathen men ; One convert so attractive proved She ne ' er came back again. Within a city hospital, The faces all grow bright When Mildred Mooers, the nurse, appears Amid the cots so white. That fair-haired girl, in days of yore Miss Johnston called by name, As advocate of woman ' s rights Is now well known to fame.

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She ceased, and with a stately bow She bade me then adieu ; And I her form retreating watched Till it was lost to view. Methinks that guest at Abbot Hall I never shall forget, With pleasure, too, I ' ll oft recall The girls that there I met. Lauretta M. McCabe MAPLE WALK 2 3