Concord Academy - Yearbook (Concord, MA)

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Bfzitony dlflazy fyonts Bobbie B105 Rutland Street Carlisle, Mass. And what is it to work with love? . . . It is charge all things you fashion with a breath of your own spirit . . . - Kfzlolil Gibran A small girl is running breathlessly down the corridor carrying a workmarfs lunch- box. It is Bobbie! How can such a small girl eat so much? Actually she doesnlt eat it all herself, but helps prevent starvation in the jabberwock with handouts to certain seniors. She came to C. A. in Class VI, and began her educational career by playing a vital role in the scotch-taping of doors, as well as being unanimously voted finalist in the grape and cracker contest. However Bobbie isn't all gamin! She has a horse named Cheerie who used to be a race horse until they discovered she was still rounding the first bend while the other horses were being cooled off. Although having only one pair of horse breeches, she owns a seemingly endless number of exotic ski sweaters which are envied by all. And, although a horse enthusiast, she is often seen streaking out of the parking lot in her little red Fiat Q FIFI ITALIANO. Bobbie is also a Crusader against boredom in her own life, that's why she's off to Bermuda so often, and, this summer, is heading toward France with a group of other students. Bobbie also has great ambitions. She is determined not to become a typical housewife, and, years from now, we expect to see her as a free-lance translator for the U. N., living luxuriously on the Riviera. nr V il? ww. ? ik. ,ir-I f ' A

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Sarah Wellr The cow, he mooed, and Sarah made the scene. Ever since her appearance in Class VI, Concord Academy has never had to worry about a deficiency of leadership. One of Sarah's most outstanding achievements on record is that she has been the Class of 60's representative to Student Council for three consecutive years. And finally this year she has topped it all off by being elected President of the school. Sarah's public life speaks for itself, but there is always the other side . . . Every Wednesday morning our Beatnik Ballerina toe-tips into school, adorned in black leotard, black tights and black turtle neck sweater. What a spectacle! But Sarah's talent doesn't stop here. She also has a sort of alto-soprano voice that has been plaguing the class octet for three years and the choir for two. Even the hockey, softball and tennis varsities have had the pleasure of her company during numerous victorious seasons. And going back to Lower School operettas, was there ever a king so royal as Sarah? or a shepherd so humble? And then there is that third dimension which sparks all these accomplishments - Sarah's spirit. We're confident in her because she puts such confidence in us. No matter whatishe undertakes - whether it be knitting three scarves for the Fair, getting her license Chow did she do that anyway?j, being a lighthouse-keeper, or downing a box of No-Doz in the course of writing two term papers in one weekend-we know that shelll pull through and survive to tell the tale. gazag Cfaaffs flflfaffi Baker Bridge Road South Lincoln Mass I sway, I bend, retreat, advance And evermore I danse! I danse - Arfhzzr Kelclmm

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Madge And with the heart of May Doth every beast keep holidays, Thou child of joy . . . Our only new senior boarder, Madge arrived this year, but never a new girl was she. That reminds me of a story . . . , and as the year progressed we heard great tales of the Andrea Doria's sinking and South American train wrecks and England and Bel- gium and France and even a neighboring university. Between weekends and phone calls and housecleaning, however, Madge managed a few extracurricular activities. An avid coon hunter and motorcycle driver, she often headed for the wilds of New Hampshire. And as the winter months wore on, coon-hunting changed to knitting and stacks of Christmas mittens adorned the shivering boarders. But even this industrious activity didn't save her from a bad case of frost-bite: could it have been those blustery Charles' winds? Yet this did not stop our intrepid sports woman, who soon took to the slopes and proved herself an interested, if not expert, skier. Perhaps it was that New Hampshire training! But all was not outdoors, for Madge arrived one day at Mrs. Bohan's door sporting a sprained wrist . . . Honest, I didn't mean to slug Miss Howe so hard! However the brawl was soon forgotten and life returned to normal, leaving Madge with no piano practicing excuses and sports classes to be resumed . . . fjwadgi 517161255 YZJOLLI29 SHVGF End, Surrey, England Birdshill Road Oxghgtt '- E. 0. fllI7Z77IIl?g.f