Dover High School - Tiger Yearbook (Dover, NJ)

Page 19 text:

THE TIGER £SSA YS Wr.L .'2s

Page 18 text:

THE GLENNA TYACK .....................(“Curls”) “Light and purity never hide.” THELMA UREN .......................( Kid”) “Beauty needs no patching.” MYRTLE VIVIAN ...................(“Myrtle”) “She’s a poet and don’t know it.” BESSIE WAER ..................( Beware”) “Punctuality Is a lasting advertisement.” I’age 1G TIGER MABEL WHITMORE .......................(“Mabel ) Lots or good tilings come from the hills. GLADYS WOODHULL ................( Woody ) ‘‘All honest laugh is hard to counterfeit.

Page 20 text:

THE TIGER A Dissertation Upon a Hot Dog (With Apologies to Charles Lamb) Mankind, says a Yankee manuscript for the first seventy thousand ages did not know the joy and pleasure of a hot dog cradled in a split roll and smothered in mustard. The same manuscript goes on to say that this delightful con-cotion was the result of a spirit of thrift and economy. Hans Knoper, the sole representative of Holland in the Cape Cod Village was the propretor of the Hyannis Inn and General Store. The village contained a goodly number of bachelor sea-men who had retired from active life or who conducted fishing parties for visitors. This was the type of patron for whom Hans Knoper furnished board and lodging. Since Han’s wife was of the old-fashioned stolid, Dutch stock, the fare though substantial was apt to become a little monotonous. Consequently, when Hans set down a platter full of plump, red-brown objects which exhaled an odor totally different from that of the expected fried fish, the four men whom the proprietor was serving, welcomed the novelty but were struck with a true New England skepticism. “Dog my cats, what’s this Hans?” queried Captain Snow. Now Hans possessed one dog, a mongrel who was not permitted in the Inn and whose proper abode was in the General Store. Mrs. Knoper was troubled by an aversion to cats which for- bade any in her household. Therefore Captain Snow’s remark concerning dogs and cats seemed without relation and reason in such an establishment. But, know, dear reader, the expression, “Dog my cats” is a favorite ejaculation of the natives of Cape Cod, for it has the peculiar power of expressing any and every emotion. Hans Knoper’s response was something to this effect, “You ask something different always, so my wife she make something different.” “But what do you call these things?” demanded Mr. Allen. “In Holland we call them wienies.” The author of the manscript confesses his ignorance of the Dutch language, also the meaning of “wienies”, nevertheless he insists that the delicacy now called “hot dogs” was not originated in Holland but in America by Hans Knoper’s wife. The author asserts the truth of the matter to be as follows: In Hans’ General Store at th:s particular time, there was an over-supply of those parts of the calf, least desired by the matrons Hyannis. Hans, always thrifty and economical, not eager to see even apparently useless meat go to waste, carried the odds and ends of what was once a calf to his life partner and ordered her to satisfy the whims of the gentlemen who complained of the repetition in the menu. Mrs. Knoper, scraped the meat from the bones, chopped to fineness this heterogeneous conglomeration, flavored it with spices, formed Page is