Abbot Academy - Circle Yearbook (Andover, MA)

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LORNA MAY FISHER Ponus Street, New Canaan, Connecticut Lorn Tough. Bazaar Committee Chairman 3, Talent Show 3, Davis Hall Marshal 3, Current Events Club 3, Griffin Captain 4, Var- sity Tennis 4, Library Committee 4. You might call her the happy wanderer — from tennis courts to ski slopes to lacrosse field, all roached out in the country house where Jay turns to her, you think I ' m a farmer huh; I ' m a lover. Then there was Sakonnet, New- port, Bluehill, Provincetown — fife at Abbot was almost as exciting — Middlebury, Colgate, Trinity or Dartmouth. She ' s not necessarily a stickler for the rules but a stickler for Griffin victories. Smile and the world smiles with you, cry and you cry alone. Paint brush in hand, she walks on smiling. DERORAH WHITTIER FITTS Hidden Field, Andover, Massachusetts Debby, Deb Class Play 1, 2, 3, Honor Roll 2, 3, Varsity Lacrosse 3, Courant Board 3, 4. Debby finished washing up the milk cans. Then she swept out the bam and washroom. She stood for a minute with her hands in her pockets on the edge of the platform. The last of the cows were disappearing over the hill. The farmer stepped out beside her and thanked her for help- ing. Debby shrugged her shoulders and laughed, embar- rassed at being thanked. He headed for his truck, and she dropped to the ground and took off after the cows. Out in the pasture Debby propped herself against a big, black and white shoulder. She took out the letter she had received the previous day and with a stubby pencil began sketching on the envelope. Ha, ha! I ate the porridge! 25 Nice cow.

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EMILIE EVANS DEAN 42 Atlantic Avenue, Cohasset, Massachusetts Mimi, Mimer You know what I mean? Debating 2, 4, Modern Dance Group 2, A.C.A. Representa- tive 2, Class Play 3, Secretary of Class 3, Corridor Proctor 3, Bazaar Committee Chairman 3, President of A.C.A. 4, Numerals 4. Hey you guys, it ' s awfully hot in here. Why doesn ' t someone open a window? Mimer, you ' re the closest. Why don ' t you? Golly, I ' m writing a letter. On a painting? Yeah. Don ' t you think it ' s more interesting that way? I know. It ' s a good way to get rid of another one of your water-color and ink paintings of a lighthouse and rocks, too. Well, you know. Hey, did you go downtown today, Mimi? No. I wish I had, though. Wouldn ' t you love some pop- corn right now? Or some fruit salad with cottage cheese? Or even an apple? Well, we don ' t have anything, so you ' d better stop dreaming. Yeah, I guess you ' re right. I ' ll never finish this letter, though. I feel so uninspired! I think I ' ll go to bed — I can ' t wait to dream on my pillow! ROSE MARY EUSTACE Zacatlan 8, Col. La Paz, Puebla, Puebla, Mexico Rosita, Rosie Ay! Class Play 1, Modern Dance Group 1. Rosita is always good company for listening to records and dancing to the music of the Cha-cha-cha, and also for those midnight chats about vacations and HOME! — not to forget those little food-parties. She sparkles with her feminine ways and manners, and she is always prompt in answering her correspondence. Rosita often finds herself thinking angelical thoughts — Latin boys with green eyes and dark hair. She can usually be heard saying: Ay, Maria, chula! — Are you through with that magazine? — In Mexico we ... And one of her favorite occupations is cutting out pictures from magazines while munching on chocolates. Nothing like a good smile to keep up your energy! 24 don ' t mind my school — it ' s just the work.

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SONYA KAREN FLACK Wilderness Road, Tryon, North Carolina Kasey, Flako Where ' s the food? — Y ' all hush up! Honor Roll 2, 3, 4, Varsity Basketball 2, 3, New Fidelio 2, Class Play 3, Fidelio 3, 4, Varsity Lacrosse 3, Varsity Soc- cer 3, 4, Numerals 3. Umph! It ' s morning! Kasey collapses out of bed and crawls over to me. You still asleep? she asks with one eye half open. Umph! That ' s amazing! The breakfast bell having rung five minutes ago, we amble down to the meal gracefully tripping over one another. Oh well, Kasey mutters, I always was a spaz. I think that ' s why Ricky likes me so much — I ' m always falling at his feet! CHARLOTTE EUGENIA FLINT Brooks School, North Andover, Massachusetts Carla New Fidelio 2, Fidelio 3, 4, Choir 3, 4, Honor Roll 3, 4, Courant Board 3, Editor-in-Chief of Courant 4, Choir Ac- companist 4. There sits in a field of undulating winter wheat a Hamadryad. Her fingers, chilled, trill forth on a recorder a high melody of a distant Scots fantasy, until the ear at last abandons the melody and chases the whistling wind. Up jumps the Hamadryad and is off on the wind, a breath of genius. First, into the philosophic pondering with eye- brows raised in question until the words, One can suppose ... And next, into a dark gloom-filled room where only yellowed ivory keys and dust are, until her fingers begin and Bach breaks forth then Chopin, glimmering, and the room is light. We are foolish enough to stumble into her practicing room and apologize, Have we interrupted? Of course not, silly! our Hamadryad says and smiles as always she does, for there is in our Hamadryad a joy in living intrinsically interwoven with her spirit as are her locks ofttimes with the waving wheat. ■••v r - ' y V . m . . . in the clover Grin and bear it. 26