Bradford Academy - Chimes Yearbook (Haverhill, MA)

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ANNAL Some think that boarding school abounds in fun And so do we, and so do weg Some think its students only melancholic, But not so we, but not so we. For we, we love to sing our Bradford's praises In joyous song, in joyous songg lVe love the ebb and flow of merry faces The whole day long, the whole day long. and frolic, CHORUS Bradford, Bradford, echoes far and nearg Bradford, Bradford, from voices ringing clearg Ch, ever faithful, loyal hearted Bradford girls are we, Skilled in every art from making mirth to melody. Some think the college prep should grind forever Among her books, among her booksg Should train her mind so youthful and so clever, To learned looks, to learned looks. But we, we love athletics brisk and bracing, Our basket-ball, our basket-ballg Gr out with hockey sticks so gaily chasing, XVith laugh and call, with laugh and call. l- Come and sing all ye loyal Bradford girls, Come and give a rousing cheerg join the throng and sing this merry song, lVith hearts that know no fear. lVith vim and might 'neath the yellow and the white, A Wfith Abbott now we playg So everybody shout and sing For the team and old B. A. i CHoRUs Cheer for old Bradford, Bradford must win, Fight to the finish, never give ing All do your best, girls, VVe'll do the rest, girls, Cheering for old B. A. or

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NN LS, Bradford fair, in all our thoughts of thee joy doth reign and happy unity. From North to South, from East to lVest, lYe gather at thy call, And learn to love thine ancient name, Thy name beloved of all. CHoRUs Bradford, fair, this song we raise To thee in joyous love and reverent praise, First in our heart and mem'ry all our days Bradford fair, to thee we raise our voice, In thy name and honor we rejoice. Gur love, our faith, our pride in thee, Our Alma Mater, dear, lVill with thy fame and power increase VVith each succeeding year. B-R-A-D-F-O-R-D That's the name of the finest school In all the world to me, Always cheerful, Never tearful, Happy as can be. Oh, it's B-R-A-D-F-O-R-D Come, all ye loyal Bradford Girls, As we go on the field, ' Cheer till the hills and valleys ring, There's never a thought to yield. lYe'll back the team through every game 'O lYith them in every play, Cheer for the team, girls, hail, For once again comes Bradford's day. CHORUS Yard hy yard, xve'll fight our way Through the Abbot line, Every girl, in every play, Striving all the time. Cheer on cheer will ring out clear lYith many a B. A. song, And the team will Hght for Bradford, And xve'll cheer our team along. go

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ANNALS Prize Essay, 1 9 1 O The Influence of Nature Upon Wordsworth ESTLED among the hills of Cumberland, on the banks of the Derwent as it winds its way through wooded valleys to the sea, lies the little town of Cockermouth. Here was born in April, 1770, William VVordsworth, the poet of nature. ' Even in his infancy the music of the flowing stream found an answering echo in the heart of the boy poet. As a child he seemed to derive a pure physical delight from all the forms of nature. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion, the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colors and their forms, were then to me An appetiteg a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm. In Wordsworth's own account of the development of his mind under Nature's influence we may, perhaps, expect to find his opinion biased by the passing of years, yet one cannot help feeling that there is a great deal of truth in his portrayal, because of the effect of those influences on his later life. It seemed that he drank in all the beauty and freshness of the fields and hills. The calm solemnity of the forests also entered into his childish soul, elevating him all unconsciouslyj Fair seed-time 'l had his soul and the little seed was not destroyed by the joys and pleasures which were his while in school at Hawkshead. Nature was a background for his happiness, yet it was a background so interwoven with his life that it formed an essential part of it. The whole world of Nature was filled with an indescribable glory which filled him with rapture. Often while engaged in sports with other boys this feeling caused him to go a little apart, that his joy might be still more perfect and his exhuberant spirits calmed and quieted by the glory and majesty which clothed his world. It was at such times that he seemed to feel, pervading the streams and hills and valleys, a spirit which haunted him. One day in the woods, he found a tree loaded with nuts and ruthlessly tearing at the branches shook them down. But upon looking up at the silent tree he instantly felt a sense of pain. The quiet spirit of Nature had spoken to him and awed him, he felt its power but could not then understand. . Q2