Hampton Academy & Winnacunnet High School Alumni Association
65th Anniversary, Historic Souvenir Booklet, 1972

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“My Academy Days”

By Hilda (Paulsen) Morse ’22

No one would believe in this day and age,
That Academy happenings could fill so many a page.
No one thought of the building’s date,
Such grand spirit existed at a high rate.

Reading the ’22 class diary of late,
Items recalled in it, I will relate.
How a History class had a shower of ink,
And the French class in song, caused no students to “think.”

What excitement took place as “America” was sung,
The piano pedals wired so all building bells rung.
A study room created a strong sulphur smell,
All apprehended never did tell.

Girls weren’t allowed at games out of town,
One time they went – what a showdown!
“Expel the coeds!” But further consideration,
The coming month had two for graduation.

Beach house parties were never missed,
Two chaperones were added to the list.
Also the pickle barrel at Marelli’s was a treat,
All at the Academy were allowed up town to eat.

What memories o’er the years to us come back!
With never a thought of the old building’s lack.
No one minded the snow on the windowsills,
Or the stair treads so worn, many took spills.

Those fine talents in drama brought many a dollar,
Some did task back stage to keep down the holler.
One time the Seniors played the Freshman a “treat;”
Blindfolded, initiated had jam and pepper to eat.

That school building, so very old,
Yes, Hampton Academy worth more than gold!
Hygiene classes for the undergrad,
At least told them how many bones they had.

Recalling days at that building of tan,
The happy memories which no one can pan.
And to hear its bell on July Fourth ring,
Residents knew it had “education” to bring.

Those winter storms were a hope of ‘no school,’
But to go, regardless of weather, was the rule.
And those boys with white shirts on French test days,
Had verb endings on cuffs one could survey.

A study hall unsupervised early one year,
Had an odor of sulphur, far and near.
Then a skunk visited the covered fire escape,
Godfrey! Faces were stretched out of shape!

No buses took students to and from,
There was no gym room for people to swarm.
The old steepled building didn’t do so bad,
When from it judges and doctors the country had.

Class Ode

By Lizzie Blanche Morrill

One more song and then has ended
All our Hampton High School days.
We have come tonight, dear classmates,
To the parting of the ways.
‘Tis with sadness that we realize,
Though we’ve answered duty’s call
We go forth into Life’s school-room–
Bid Adieu to one and all.

Side by side we’ve toiled together,
Stepping forward pace by pace,
Memories of friends and teachers
Future years cannot efface.
We shall cherish those short school years
All have spent in Hampton High
And our hearts swell with emotion
As we sadly say good bye.

Let “Climb though the rocks be rugged”
Be the motto of each one,
Bearing it upon our banners
Till our course of life is run.
Then with colors proudly floating
We with hope our hearts affix,
May we conquer ‘neath the ensign
Of the Class of ’06


The class of Nineteen Hundred Four
A greeting brings to all,
To friends and kindred gathered here,
Responsive to our call;
Responsive to our call, my friends,
Responsive to our call.
A merry band we proudly stand,
In this ancestral hall.

We’ve sought to drink from learning’s fount
Where living waters flow,
Yet only by persistent toil
Could we its sweetness know;
Could we its sweetness know, my friends,
Could we its sweetness know,
And cause have we to grateful be,
That toil reward doth show.

Class Ode

By Ada Nudd

TUNE: “The Garden of Tomorrow”

We drink a toast to our school days,
The happy, joyous hours,
Before a new life we begin
Checkered with sun and showers.


Memories of school are blended
With our teachers, songs, and fun.
Rosy-colored was our life then,
Happy were the tasks now done.
Now our high school days have ended
Pleasant hours have passed away.
Let us long remember, days begun together
In the halls of old H. A.