Abbot Academy - Circle Yearbook (Andover, MA)

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MARIE ELIZABETH FOX Powder Point Avenue, Duxbury, Massachusetts Ree Debating 2, W.U.S. Representative 2, Class Play 2, 3, Honor Roll 2, 3, Intoxic - eights 3, 4, New Fidelio 3, Bazaar Committee Chairman 3, Fidelio 4, Circle Board 4. A tall girl with a quiet, infinitely calm expression on her face walks out of the library. A swift smile to a friend, a group of hats on her room ' s walls, an enthusiastic dental floss fan, a high Intoxic — eight, an accomplished ac- cordionist, an early morning departure to Hotchkiss, ex- tended vacations, sailing, sailing, sailing and more sailing are all typical of Ree. A steady, industrious, and devoted friend if Ree. MUTHONI GITHUNGO Post Office Box 2863, Nairobi, Kenya, East Africa W.U.S. Representative 2, Library Committee 3, Photog- raphy Club 4. But I want to be a doctor! a capital undiscovered ac- tress, the delight of every African Exchange Student on the East Coast, hence sovereignty over third floor telephone. She is a lover of children and a gende poetess, the delight of the Courant, but resolute upon occasion. Everyone has color! She speaks French and German by means of Kikuyu phonetics. She would sleep indefinitely were it not for a keen understanding of the intricacies of the alarm clock. Will you have tea? I will bring water. Can I wear these colors together? She appears upon special occasions, a beautiful ambassadress wearing a long hand-sewn muthuru. When you come to Kenya, I will show you. Arf! Arf! 27 Jambo from the wandering scholar.

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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

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JAN ARLENE GLEASON Shawnee Hills, Wheeling, West Virginia Glease Nobody loves me. Varsity Tennis 2, 3, 4, Current Events Club 3, Talent Show 3, Bazaar Committee Chairman 3, New Fidelio 3, Debating 3, Fidelio 4, Head of Senior Parlor Committee 4. Up with the bell, Rabbot Abbid, Rabbit Abbit, Abbot Rabbot, oh heck! Breakfast — those little packages of raisin bran. Neatness — Don ' t sit on the bed. Listen you guys, have you heard this joke? Hey, slow down you Yankees. Diet — she ' s on one day and off the next. I ' m just like Charlie Brown, nobody loves me. I had my horns re- moved. Tee-hee He ' s a weenie. Smoking hour — C ' mon Humstone, I ' ll teach you how to smoke. I can ' t stand playing tennis with girls!! Pass the prunes please. Constantly suffering from laughing spells. We are not pigs. Barking at night. Mes exercices Yeh Weez, I have them on. Cupid arrows for Exeter. May we have a mo- ment of silent prayer. LOIS JANE GOLDEN 292 Blossom Street, Fitchburg, Massachusetts I just don ' t understand. President of Class 2, Modern Dance Group 2, 3, Debating 2, Class Play 2, 3, Honor Roll 3, Griffin Cheerleader 3, 4. But I just don ' t understand. Why can ' t our room be done in purple? she said as she carefully pasted a giant picture of J.F.K. on the wall next to Brubeck ' s. You know, someday all you ' ll have to do is push a button, and any- thing will happen. I think everything is based on science, she continued as she sat in the middle of the floor cutting up pictures for her art course. About boys? All I want is a sensitive, intelligent, creative, gorgeous hunk, she sighed as she threw the P.A. address book under the bed. And then she said, That ' s my cat. She ' s fat. and walked out into the world. I ' m not a sore loser — I ' m sick. Why doesn ' t the crocodile smile? 28