Abbot Academy - Circle Yearbook (Andover, MA)

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-fMt QMQ 4 i£?S If we have chosen to root you Up from the forest ' s heart, If Ave have elected to set you Here in a place apart. Think not, little tree, we lacked purpose- One we have had from the start. We wanted to make you the guardian Of all we have learned to hold dear; For to-day we must fare forth from Abbot, The school we have loved through the year, Loved with a love growing stronger As we felt separation was near. As dryads of old were embodied In trees, and sweet spirits in streams, The spirit of ' 15 we leave you, Little Spruce, when the moon ' s misty beams Or the sun ' s shimmering rays rest upon you, May we trust you to cherish our dreams!- ' Catherine C. Leach 17

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Our Senior year has not been all smooth sailing. Our trials and tribulations came in ample quantity while rehearsing for the Senior play; however, the memory of the unpleasant past has been banished by the memory of the unexpected and overwhelming success which attended the final production. As the year approaches its close we stand for a moment and contemplate with grateful hearts all that we have gained and achieved in the time that we have spent at Abbot. There are a few more events before our year is concluded and then we go out in the wide, wide world ' , where we hope to make use of all that we have gained, and abide by the standards of our Alma Mater. May we all live up to our motto : Be your best that you may give your best to a world that needs you. 16

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Abbot Academy Andover. Massachusetts June, 19 5 Dearest Mattie: Such an inspiring time of year to be in Switzerland! You must be enjoying the gorgeous scenery immensely — and getting many sketches for the picture which you have long prom- ised us. We surely are proud of our famous lady — you do 1915 great honor — yes. you do; I can almost see that modest, self-deprecatory nod — but you know it ' s true. But now to tell you of the reunion — commencement, and how we missed you. Shall I tell you what everyone ' s doing first? Yes. you say? Very well. I suppose it would be a wise plan to begin with String — our lady president. My dear! You ' d never know her. She ' s grown very large and imposing-looking — a little awe-inspiring as of old. You know she ' s quite a society queen now — dances for all the smart charity affairs, and is a noted horse- woman, and they say she is going to marry a titled foreigner, but that of course is only hearsay. Such a startling entrance was made by Mikey Hamblet! We were sauntering slowly round the circle, when we heard a tremendous buzzing, and Mikey alighted from the sportiest monoplane that ' s been seen around here for a good while — quite characteristic of her? In the midst of all the excitement, a tall lady swathed in multitudinous veils entered. On her ankles and arms were jingling bangles, and a heavy, mysterious odor emanated from her garments. We didn ' t know whether we were being honored by the presence of a Hindu princess or whether it was merely a gypsy fortune-teller. While we were gazing m wonder, the vision let fall her mantle, and a willowy form emerged which we all immediately pounced upon — for it was none other than our dear old Patty Williams. But she is Patty no longer. 18