Bradford Academy - Chimes Yearbook (Haverhill, MA)

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NINETEEN THREE Class of '03 This year of '03 we meet to part, Heigho l heigho ! heigho l heigho 1 We watch the Flying moments dartg Alas ! how swift they go. But what care we? Our hearts are brave K We 'll laugh at fate, our tears we 'll saveg And high above our heads we'1l wave The flag of Nineteen Three. Of course we 've done a thing or two, Heigho ! heigho ! heigho l heigho 1 Which in our hearts we rue, we do, Heigho! heigho! heigho. But then, we meant no harm, you knowg Dear Bradford was a trifle slow, And we have really made her go,- This class of Nineteen Three. And so we 'll sing a lively song, Yoho I yoho ! yoho ! yoho ! Ah me I we know 'tis not for long, So sing before we go. We 'll hll with joy each passing day, And laugh and sing with work and play, Until in june we 'll sadly say, Good-bye, dear Nineteen Three. So rig-a-jig-jig and away we go, I-Ieigho ! heigho I heigho l heigho ! Rig-a-jig-jig, for in june we go, These girls of Nineteen Three.

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THE CHIMES Class Songs Tune of Stein Song. Give a cheer, then, in December, For our hearts with joy are light, And on this day of winter Our faces all are bright. CHORUS For it 's always fair weather When two classes get together, Dashing through the snowdrifts, With the sleigh-bells ringing 'clear For we 're all glad tonight, And our hearts with joy are light. So here 's to the juniors- The class of Naughty-Four. Tune of Under the Bamboo Treef' Oh, we like to sleigh On a cold winter's day With the Juniors so jolly and gay. We 're all from B. A., And we 're singing this lay To these gay girls of 1904, For we love to go On at sleighride, you know, Through the white and drifted snow And tho' now we are glad, Our hearts will be sad When this jolly ride is o'er.

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THE CHIMES Scroll nv A JUNIOR ln Bradford town of much renown, A fine school stands, you know, And oncelin Spring, for of this Ising, Much Wisdom and wit did flow. For the Seniors dear, albeit most queer, A feast quite fine did plan, From a menu complete they decided to eat, And then the fun began. Erect in her seat, with countenance sweet, The President pleasantly beamedg With unconscious smile, she sat awhile, And amid the turmoil, dreamed 5 But her thoughts, I ween, were easily seen, As unknowingly they were portrayed. By Fancy bred, and a fflittle god led, Were the dreams of the senior maid. What 's in a name? said a man of fame, And he surely had Argue in mind, For tho' through the day she may talk alway, Yet dear heart uses phrases refined. And ,tis so of the Dude, who with frolicsome mood, A stunning Bob Acres did make, Not so big up and down, yet a mighty big frown She assumed for the characteris sake. And Gretchen comes next to illumine my text, As Treasurer she does her part, She 's Deutch, they say, and always so gay, And does usfall up in our Art!