Bradford Academy - Chimes Yearbook (Haverhill, MA)

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64 THE CHIMES Then came the monstrous task of choosing our class flower and color. We were thirty girls, and surely no less than thirty different flowers were suggested, from the blue-eyed Innocence to the American Beauty. Finally we decided that only the best could be good enough for Naughty-Three, and so the American Beauty was our choice. Q The full moon of October brought with it our first opportunity to show what the class of Naughty-Three could do in the way of entertaining, and I am sure that Naughty-Two praised our Hrst attempt. For they, as well as we, en- joyed our ride to Bald Pate which was crowned by so pleasant an evening with a Hne chicken dinner. And then to think that the Seniors should sing a few weeks later, Here's to '03 who has given us one spree. Well-that was more than they had done for us. Swiftly our Christmas holidays passed, and again we were in B. A., slowly getting accustomed to work, but mostly dreaming of days that were no more. But Naughty-Three had to be up and doing, and Marie Cable again had some new plans, and this time it was to display our wonderful ability in the line of dramatics. Ability? No! talent. 'fAunt Sallie's Farm was just a little fore- runner to show what we could do, so that when our Senior dramatics came people would not be overwhelmed by our genius. ' In February we received a little note, an invitation from the Seniors, which surprised us beyond measure, not because we did not expect it, but because we had been expecting it so long that, according to our psychology, which we were at that time devouring, our expectancy had become a habit, and its fulfillment seemed almost too much. But we made a brave front, and on the fourteenth of February were amply repaid for our patient waiting by a glorious ride and dinner at Clay's, spiced with grinds to the sorrow of many. Then in our dreams we conceived a way of entertaining the Seniors. Many were the days and long the hours we spent on the favors for our cotillion, nevertheless, when it was all over we had the inward feeling of content which arises from a great success.

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NINETEEN THREE 63 Class History. Read at Senior Banquet, March 28, 1903. T seems almost beyond our realization that the day of the Senior Banquet -the day to which we have looked forward with anticipation and pride- has at last come, and now we enter upon it hesitatingly, almost unwil- lingly, for it brings with it the thought that soon we must leave the school that has become sfrfdear to us, with all its pleasant associations and the precious friendships formed there. But let us not sadden our hearts tonight by gazing into the future, for we know not what it has in store for us g rather let us look backward and recall the happy days we have spent in our beloved old B. A. 'L For we have done a thing or two, XVhich in our hearts we rue, we dog But then we meant no harm, you know, Dear Bradford was a trifle slow, And we have really made her go, This Class of l903. . On a cold dreary day in January, nineteen hundred, there came to Brad- ford the great and mighty founder of the class of Naughty-Three. She is the only one who survived the strain and stress of four long years, and if you should see her you might, by trying hard, be able to account for it. From a class of one we cannot expect much, so let us go on to our Sopho- more year, of which, although our class has increased in strength and wisdom, I fear I have no more to relate. Then, finally, came our junior year, and we found ourselves a larger and stronger class than we had ever dreamed of being. Now let us review our red-letter days. Can you recall that bright day in October when we organized our class and were all excitement over our Hrst class meeting, the outcome of which we have never had cause to regret? For our officers have proved most efficient, No work has been too arduous for them, no day too full when class honor was at stake.

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NINETEEN THREE 65 In return for the long and dreary winter, spring at last unfolded itself in all its glory. Pleasanter and brighter it seemed to us than ever before. Will you ever forget those glorious evenings when in the lingering twilight we sat on the campus singing? And which of us will forget the night when the Seniors had a camp-tire out in the grove, to which we were invited. I-low much better the steak and the same old baked potatoes tasted out in our Indian camping ground, with its charms of songfmid mandolin. The last term of our junior year was fast ebbing away. Ah 1 the time flew faster than we wished, for Commencement was at hand, and we watched with sore hearts and sympathy the sad-eyed Seniors, knowing only too well that soon we, too, should be in their place. Waiting a little here and a little there to say farewell to our friends, we boarded the train and scattered for the summer. At last we have come to our Senior year, the best of all. It is a position of dignity, of calm assurance, from which We look upon all with sympathy, for we ourselves have passed through all the stages of trial and tribulation' Though sometimes almost on the brink of desperation, we have at last reached our goal. It seems as though only a few weeks had passed since we entered the portals of our last year, feeling as though the world were ours. lt seemed to us that we and we alone had to carry all the responsibilities of BEA. on our shoulders. We felt that we were guardians of all the rest and that we had to help bear all the burdens of the new students, and they were many. Though we tell it modestly, we say it Hrmly, that we have done everything for the Fac- ulty that we could. Although several of our class had not returned, the gap was partially hlled up by three new students-peaceful Ruth Warner, Cicero's shadow, Ruth O'Dwyer, and Polly Gardner, the bobbing leader of the Glee club that has lately pestered the school with odious noises, while trying to tell us something, but to our great distress we can't quite make out whether they are buying old rags or peddling vegetables,