Every Andover man loves his school, not only for the fun and scrapes that he had there, but for the good that he has received from it. Many of his strongest friendships were formed there, and much of his success at college and in after-life has depended on the associations made at school, while those who have not gone to college feel that they gained at Andover an education by no means scanty. A REVENGEFUL WHALE. BY W. J. HENDERSON. The ship was under a cloud of canvas. Old Handsome lay on his side away forward near the knight-heads, where the rhythmic rise and fall of the bows lulled him like the rocking of a cradle. "Say," he drawled, in a lazy voice, "the old ship looks very gay in the sunset, doesn't she?" "Waal," said Farmer Joe, "she dew look right peert. But all the same I don't see no use o' wastin' a whole dog-watch a-lookin' at her." "Who arst yer to?" said another sailor. "Waal," continued Farmer Joe, "what I'm a-thinkin' of is that Handsome ort to tell us some more o' his whalin' exper'ences." Handsome uttered a feeble moan of protest. But the seamen gathered around him and persisted. "Well, well," he said at length, "hold on a minute till I overhaul my recollection-lockers. Let's see; where was I? Oh yes; I'd got to where I was lost from the _Ellen Burgee_, and was picked up by the whaler _Two Cousins_. Well, that was a rum sort of a go. You see the Captain of the _Two Cousins_ was very glad to get us, because he was short-handed, some of his men having deserted at the last port. So we agreed to work in with his crew until our own ship was sighted, when he was to put us aboard of her. Of course we never had any sort of a notion that it was going to be six months before we got back to the _Ellen Burgee_. Say, of all the wearing, tearing things that can come to a man in this world there's nothing more exasperating than waiting for whales. We pretty nearly went crazy aboard the _Two Cousins_, for it was two weeks before the masthead let go the mighty welcome yell, "'There she breaches!' "The skipper he jumped into the rigging and took a squint, and the next minute he shouted: "'There she blows--one--two--three! Three good whales. Lower away lively, you shipkeepers!' "Our crew had been put in one boat, because the Captain agreed that we'd do better working together, and of course he knew we wouldn't run away, because there wasn't any place to run to. Well, we lowered away and off we went under oars, because the whales were dead to windward, and not so very far away either. We had gone about half the distance, when the boat-steerer said, "'There goes flukes.'