Abbot Academy - Circle Yearbook (Andover, MA)

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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 ]

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Crce ong i TO Abbot dear we ' ll ever sing, All honor to thy name. And round the beech our praises ring. The emblem of our fame. II As symbol of our class so true We leave to-day our tree To show that to the Abbot blue We ' ll always loval be. Ill This tender tree that ' s planted here In Abbot ' s name to-day, We hope will live from year to year When we are far away. IV And may we all our motto heed, To strive to seek, to find, And never yield, but let each deed Be service to mankind. O. C. F. [ 23 ]