Abbot Academy - Circle Yearbook (Andover, MA)

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On the evening of February fourteenth we gave our dancing party to the school and friends. The use of red hearts scattered among the green decorations was very appropriate for the day. Before long Miss Metcalf sent out fascinating little Japanese invitations to a party, at which we were each busily set to work prophesying the future of some other member of the class. The days following passed rapidly and soon the spring term, with its multitude of tasks and pleasures had arrived. Our play was acted with great success, and it will be long before the class forgets the characters in Twelfth Night. With our victory in the indoor meet and also on Field Day, the contests of the year have ended and there only remain the special Senior functions. As the year draws to a close and the banquet and the commencement exercises come nearer, our hearts are sad with the thought of leaving our Alma-Mater, where we have spent so many days as comrades together. Some of us may go on to college, but for the majority this is the end of our school days. Although we are sorry that Miss Means is to leave the school, we are proud to be her last Senior class in Abbot, and we sincerely hope that we have merited that honor and will continue to be worthv of it in the years to come. MARY H. HALL. [ ° ]

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entor Class tsstorp ON the afternoon of September 21, 1909, a notice was put on the little bulletin board, that all Senior Mids were to meet in Abbot Hall. At the appointed time, twenty-seven of us, some old girls, most new, however, made our way to that place. After electing our officers, we were well launched on our first year, with Miss Kelsey as our principal during Miss Means ' absence. We started out a hearty, enthusiastic bevy. Our spirit was manifested in athletics, especially as many of our members went in for hockey and basket-ball. In the games with the Seniors we were victorious in both of these sports. The play, however, was our first real success. The fact that it was written by one of our number made us proud indeed. Spring came quickly and two events marked this for our first class year field-day and the indoor meet, in both of which we came out triumphant. The class banquet, which we shall always remember with pleas- ure, came very near the close of our happy and eventful year which ended when the Seniors presented our President with the spade on graduation day. If our Senior Mid year seemed eventful, how much more so this one. Although our number was diminished to seventeen, we could still boast of being Miss Means ' second largest class. Besides having our principal back again, we have enjoyed our journey through English and Art with Miss Metcalf, who took Miss Howey ' s place during her year of absence. First came our straw ride to Haggett ' s Pond. How proud we were as we started on our first Senior privilege. Shall we ever forget that ride home in the moonlight? [ ' 9 1

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3 Wonttn WW WHEN in the night, from near at hand, Come sounds of serenade, How quickly jumps from her warm bed The wakened Abbot maid. But when at half past six the bell For rising rings out clear, It sometimes is impossible For that same maid to hear. I wonder why ! On mornings when there ' s chapel, At breakfast we all see The Abbot girls all laughing And as happy as can be. But Mondays, when there ' s Bible, How quiet and how fast Does each maid swallow breakfast That the meal may soon be past. I wonder why ! At night time how light-hearted Are the Seniors, and how gay ! But the next morning early, By third period we ' ll say, How worried and how anxious They bend o ' er their Psyc. books ! And when the bell rings for next class They all have frightened looks. I wonder why ! When down stairs in the sitting-room Things get to going some And there is too much laughing Or a few shrieks rise in fun, Suddenly is felt a presence Standing at the entrance door: What a sudden silence follows ' Till it goes away once more. I wonder why! How well and strong are all the girls ' Till Sunday morning dawns! And then how feeble some become! To walk across the lawn Would be impossibility, Much less to church to go. But noon-time finds them well again, Recovery ' s not slow. I wonder why! F. M. P., ' n. [ 21 ]