Bradford Academy - Chimes Yearbook (Haverhill, MA)

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NINETEEN THREE 115 Where 's Ella meanwhile, with her lofty smile? Why, of course, where the radishes be I Most divinely tall, she can play basket ball, For as high as the basket is she. But whom do I spy, as they serenely walk by, Surely they 're both highte Brown, But one with an He and one without, as you see, To distinguish their honest renown. There 's Helen so sweet, and surely 'tis meet That her Orphans should follow in tow, While Lillian stern causes faces to burn just by saying Self government low. There 's Isadore, likes men forty and more, Tho' to boys she 'll not scruple to speak, She's surely not dull, yet there's always a lull When she sings with her perfect technique. An Anne there was, with a huge fluffy buzz, And another Anne there do I see, In athletics they meet and for honors compete, 'Tis a marvel how judges agree. Here 's Blanche the fair, with her Languish- ing air, In her eye there is shining a gleam, And I know her thought, as perhaps it ought, Is traveling afar in a dream. But hark I a cry l it sounds nearby, And I turn me about to see That 'tis Polly there, as she shakes her blonde hair, While directing the Bradford Glee. Now Fanny draws near, and with notes sweet and clear, Proceeds to dissolve into song, While Chellis and Beck, in discord a speck, Most cheerfully follow along.

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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!

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THE CHIIVIES A deep, deep tone sails aloft all alone, And I anxiously turned and heard Maude Mathews to shout, while Sally helped out, And Grace Westcott sailed on like a bird. Well, I declare ! there 's Trude Childs over there, Submerged in a genial great grin, While Ruth O'Dwyer sat, bemoaning her fat, As she peeped o'er her huge double chin. Then I turned me to go, but departed slow, For I heard a most marvelous trillg Helen Raynolds had passed in her essay at last, And the judges had all had a chill. With sorrow I started, for 'twas hard to be parted, As I aimed back at Ruth Warner a grin, Through a clamor most frightful, tho' withal delightful, Mary Crandall was making a din. I gazed at the scene with interest most keen, And longed to remain and see more, But off down the hall, where you couldn't see them at all, I knew I should find 1904. .