Bradford Academy - Chimes Yearbook (Haverhill, MA)

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66 THE CI-IIMES But something seemed to be missing. It was the familiar faces of '02. I-low often we have longed to see you! and we hope that future classes will miss ns as we have you, O noble class of Nineteen Two. But we had little time to reflect upon our bygone days. The Hrst few weeks meant work, for we were to search in the high realms of ethical law. Then too, there was our new course in art, and we at least tried to say some- thing, even if we did not get it right, when Dr. von Mach said, Young ladies, 77 would you be so kim! as to answer this question? But our First term was not all work. Many were the good times we had playing basket ball under our illustrious leader, Chellis Farnham. Meanwhile the members of the Senior class were showing their executive ability. Helen Brown brought the Centennial Club into full swing without neglecting her 'fold ladies and childrenf' Lillian Browne, with her Christian spirit, was arousing the new girls' interest in Christian Union. Everything went on calmly until our Christmas vacation. But it was soon passed, and we came back with the wish of making the most of the last weeks of our school life. So we gladly accepted our Hrst invitation from the juniors -a ride, to Bald Pate. For it 's always fair weather NVhcn two classes get together Dashing through the snowdrift, With a good song ringing clear. For we 're all glad tonight, And our hearts with joy are lightg So here 's to the juniors, The Class of 1904-. Then came our greatest event, the Senior Play. Great seems almost too insignificant in description of it, for B. A. has never had occasion to be so proud of her Senior Class Dramatics. Why, joe jefferson's production was almost eclipsed by our great success. After this the admiration of the Sophs was so great that they gave us an elaborate dinner and a jolly straw ride.

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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,

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NINETEEN THREE 67 Class of Naughty-Three, we have wandered through the last two years in closest harinonyg but let these remaining weeks knit our hearts still closer to- gether, so that when in future years we look back upon our school days we shall recall each face of Nineteen-Three with fondness, and a thought of love. H So let us sing a lively song, Ah me, wc know 'L is not for longg So sing before we go. l1Ve 'll fill with joy each passing day, Fd And laugh and sing with work and playg' Until in june we sadly say Good-lay, dear Nineteen-Three.