Dover High School - Doverian Yearbook (Dover, DE)

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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.

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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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—— Concentrating on a peppy beat, Haines barked out for a new drill of sharp, quick turnabouts and maneuvers. “Onel Two! Step to your leftl’’ instructions band members listened as Mr. 3:15!—and in less than three minutes, driving students raced to their parking spaces in the rear of the school, piling into their dirty towels and gym shoes. books, cars extra riders, i ti Hk Hit ie