Dover High School - Doverian Yearbook (Dover, DE)

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It was late in the afternoon, with the golden sun retreating to the west as the trees of Maple Lane cast long slender shadows. Dover is noted for its many, lovely, old trees. They tower and form a leafy canopy over the streets. Looking up the tree-lined lane beneath an intricate network of spreading branches, one noted three students slowly emerging from the front entrance of the school, Moods of the departing student... in the foreground a boy pensively strolled up the tunnel from the first floor . . . behind him two girls lost in gleeful conversation. Chatter overcame the others, too.

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] eee i +2 ae oan, ibs eons aes coemeien eee ELLE Glistening whiteness . classic columns . . . charming simplicity . . . pure lines of colonial design . . . these were the impressions of a visitor entering the Dover High School auditorium. Then came Once A, ain Septem the beauty, comfort and convenience of the interior appointments. Be- yond were the band and choral rooms, the audion, dressing rooms and storage space. All enjoyed their beautiful modern auditorium. er Klked Aoeren ee As the yellow line of buses swept into the circular drive of Dover High, students glanced eagerly about, recalling what their campus looked like. Joyous that September was here again, they rambled in front of the main building and in the rear parking lot. Driving students parked anywhere, not having an assigned spot. Nearby townsters had walked to school, some strolling up Maple Lane’s shaded path to the entrance. Gleaming Greek columns peeked through breaks in the towering evergreens that line the front walk; an American flag flew proudly above the school. Eyes darted about quickly, trying to see everyone and every- thing at once. The sight of old friends brought instant smiles and glimpses of the familiar campus lifted their hearts. They looked and they were glad to be back. As the morning sun bounced off parked cars in the rear of the school, two junior boys headed for gym in the field house. Looming in the background, the cupola rose above the fan windows of the library.

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“Now it won’t hurt a bit,” were the encouraging words of the photog- rapher as he greeted students who were having annual school pictures taken. While he adjusted the chair, lighting, shoulders, hands, and head position, a line of curious prospectives looked on. In previous years the seventh, ninth, and eleventh grades only had pictures made. This year all students received photos and identification cards. Aad} Sahanl! Life Sel to Expand “Operation Mug Shot” . . . 500 students’ portraits to be taken in one day! This task was accomplished as students and teachers worked together on a tight schedule. Day by day, students found their school life quickening as they dashed about blithely between classes, stepped into the classroom as the bell rang, attended F.T.A. meet- ings, and stayed after school to correct papers full of errors. Feeling the snappy beat of drums and brass, band members marched briskly on the football field, while glee club songsters rehearsed “Mary’s Song” for the Christmas assembly. Then at 3:15 a bell rang and home, work and soda-shop-bound students poured out of every exit. The bell rang at the end of the class period, a burst of students streamed into the halls, up and down the stairways—the ‘‘thoroughfare’’ of the school—chatting with friends on their way to scattered classes.