Circle (Abbot Academy yearbook) . The Abbot Circle 192 1 Snterbale £>on%$ (Solway)Stars shine on ice and snow,And sleighbells echo to the , cheer for Intervale!Ring out lustily and true, rah! rah! rah!Some skim across the ice,And some on snowshoes hit the trail,O, well cheer with a vimThat will never give inFor old Intervale! (Solomon Levi)We are the Senior Class, you see,Our faces brightly shine,Because weve lived on steaks and piesAnd everything else thats spent our time on skiis and skatesAnd off for trailing go,And now we have a bunch of bumpsFor the next few weeks o
Circle (Abbot Academy yearbook) . The Abbot Circle 192 1 Snterbale £>on%$ (Solway)Stars shine on ice and snow,And sleighbells echo to the , cheer for Intervale!Ring out lustily and true, rah! rah! rah!Some skim across the ice,And some on snowshoes hit the trail,O, well cheer with a vimThat will never give inFor old Intervale! (Solomon Levi)We are the Senior Class, you see,Our faces brightly shine,Because weve lived on steaks and piesAnd everything else thats spent our time on skiis and skatesAnd off for trailing go,And now we have a bunch of bumpsFor the next few weeks or , Intervale! Rah! rah! rah-rah!Oh, Intervale! Rah! rah! rah-rah-, rah-rah!We are the Senior Class, you see,Our faces brightly shine,Because weve lived on steaks and piesAnd everything else thats fine. (Avalon.)We left our hearts in IntervaleWhen we came back;For once we were so thin and frail,And now, were fat!We throve up there on skiis and skatesAnd grew, and grew,But midst the steak and griddle cakesWre thought of you!. The Abbot Circle 19 2 1 Snterbale The pale moon shines on a fairyland of hills and mountain peaks, and thebustling wind in a hurricane makes the glittering snowdrifts deep, and all aroundthe town is still, for the world has gone to sleep. But here we sit by the fireside inour cozy little inn, and rest and talk of what joy and fun our happy trip has silvery nights when the sleighbells ring and our voices join in their song, andwe think of the trailing and skiing weve done as we played the whole day we climbed that steep cliff and tumbled and fell; but the things we ate makeour mouths water to tell. Now the fire is low, but the dim cannot blur this visionthats all too true, for were thinking and dreaming and yearning once whom? Why, Intervale — for you. 37
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