Bradford Academy - Chimes Yearbook (Haverhill, MA)

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90 THE CI-IIIVIES are many dainties here, which not all the tables are enjoying. Not only do the girls come in for these celebrations upon their birthdays, but the teachers, too, have their share. Often after dinner the girls dance in the Gym, and these few minutes of informal dancing before study hour are very popular. On Saturdays and Mondays large parties of girls go off on drag-rides, or go driving in smaller groups. There are many beautiful drives in and about Bradford and Haverhill, one of especial interest being the drive to Whittier's birthplace. Often the girls go to Boston for lectures, concerts, and theatrical perform- ances, or on some trip of historical interest. Under the charge of Dr. von Mach or Miss Keyes the Seniors have made visits to the Boston Museum of Fine Arts, the Gardner Museum, and the Germanic Museum in Cambridge. As we look back upon the events of our Senior year, we realize how many good times have been arranged for us, and we realize that to the careful plan- ning of Miss Knott and the rest of the Faculty we owe most of these happy occasions. Though good times are not the main features of school life, they are a necessary part of it, and for them We feel more gratitude than we are able to express.

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NINETEEN THREE 93 The Decision of Fate. BY HELEN GOULIJ BROXVN. I-IE grand drawing-rooms of Mrs. Rush Errington were a blaze of light. This was the third Tuesday of the month, and she was 'fat home'l to her many friends. The rooms were beautifully decorated, with palms and Easter mics forming a screen behind which a German orchestra softly lingered over a dreamy waltz. Gorgeously dressed ladies stepped from their carriages and were announced by servants in livery. Gentlemen in evening dress gaily laughed and talked with each new arrival. As the last strains of the waltz ended, a gentleman's hearty laugh caused several to turn in his direction. Seated in an alcove with her head thrown back upon the upholstered chair, sat a young girl, and by her side a middle- aged gentleman. Evidently she had amused him by some unexpected remark, for he was still laughing, but her face was perfectly sober. f' No, she was saying, I am in earnest, Mr. Trask. I believe we are put in this world to accomplish something, not to drift, and yet it is so easy to float along. just think! I am twenty-four, and I have never done anything worthy of mention. Oh, do stop laughing! I can't be serious a moment with you. No, my dear, you can't, for I have been through this all before, the aspirations of youth when all seems possible, the doubts and shadows which follow, then pessimism, and at last sanity, when you stop trying to solve these great questions and accept things as they come-a blissfulindifference, you know. Pass from one stage to another, little girl, as quickly as possible, and finally arrive at the last. You 'll be happier there. Oh perhaps, but I hate to believe it-and there-I won't let myself think it is sol No, not another word! I will not admit that you are right. Why Miss Grace, what's this? exclaimed a voice from behind them. I have not intentionally been eavesdropping, but as I approached I could not help hearing the last few words.