Abbot Academy - Circle Yearbook (Andover, MA)

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tgns of prtng In several localities The different signs of spring Are seeing young leaves coming out And hearing birdies sing; But Abbot is a different place From those that you have seen, And here the signs of spring are Rounds And the Circle growing green. In Thursday morning chapel Mr. Ashton takes the chair, And after hymns picks out tor us A charming little air — Of little curious, thirsty flies That drink like you and me, And then we sing it over In parts one, two, and three. We must sing our words distinctly So that everyone may hear, And must never, never sing Grey Tom, But ' Great Tom loud and clear, For Mr. Ashton stops us Wherever we may he With, I think we ' ll do that over, And a better attack on The. And now, our other sign of spring, The Circle growing green, Is of absorhing interest To all that it have seen. We talk of it at table and We nearly always say, You really wouldn ' t have believed Twould get so green today. We used to have another sign That ' s not been heard this year, And the lateness of the season Is not to blame, we fear. We miss our serenades, but We must rely, we ' ve found, On the greener growing Circle And the ever-present Round. 16 M. F. S.

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not dampened and we elected our officers, having but a president for the academic and college class and one secretary and treasurer for both. The first excitement came on our moonlight ride to Haggett ' s Pond. It will be a long time before we forget that drive home and our eager interest in the stars. Then on February 13th came our dance for the Senior-Mids and friends. Miss Kelsey gave the girls and their guests a delightful tea in her rooms, the afternoon before the dance. Many things crowded the days; the tea given to the school by the ladies of the South Church, the Abbot luncheon in Boston, and other events filled the time. Miss Bailey ' s visit to the school came soon after the luncheon and during her stay with us she quite won the heart of every girl. We regret that we are not to be here at Abbot with her. For a play we departed from the realm of Shakespeare and chose an Irish faery tale, The Twig of Thorn. The play was a success, certainly, if our pleasure in preparing it can count for success. The characters will cling to some for a long time and many a phrase still slips out unawares. With Field Day over there only remain the special Senior func- tions. As our last year at Abbot draws to a close and the banquet and commencement exercises come nearer, our hearts grow sad to think of leaving Abbot. Some of us go to college, and some this year end their schooldays, but for all a certain phase of life is closing. We hope in the new phases opening before us we may show true Abbot spirit. R. D. 15

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To thee, O dear, dear Abbot, Our hearts shall true remain; For very love keep striving For honors to thy name, The mem ' ry of thy glory Is now and yet shall be One source of inspiration To be of use to thee. To thee, our alma mater, We leave this young fir tree, Symbol in season ' s changing, We, too, shall constant be; And while our tree is growing More tall, and fine, and strong, To this one end we ' re aiming For mankind, to right the wrong. O Abbot, dear, thy precepts Will teach us all to heed The motto that we ' ve chosen, To aid in time of need: To live to learn and learn to live For others as we may, And be ever as true-hearted To thee, as on this day. R. D. 17