Dover High School - Tiger Yearbook (Dover, NJ)

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•THE TIGER who I was?” “How did I know?” repeated Priscilla innocently, “Why my first clue was your stall about seeing France only on post cards and remember the newspaper that you brought the first day? Well, after you had gone I opened it and there you were looking right at me. I knew from the first.” Aw, now what could a nice young fellow like Jimmy Courtney Walker do. Anyhow Dad got his new daughter-in-law that October. .....................M. Toye. I age 24

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THE TIGER lived for daily. You see Jimmy had never had any mother, and the few girls he had known were artificial and unnatural. Here was a rose, a flower which he had found too late. Day by day the fabric of Destiny grew. Then came news which the town waited for all year. The annual Rose Ball was to be held in the great hall at Roseview. It was to be a masquerade and all the townsfolk were invited. Jimmy hired a handsome Louis XIV period costume and set forth. Roseview was ablaze of lights and a babble of voices. Music issued from a rose bower at one end of the hall and dancers, resolved to its sweet strains. Priscilla’s parents welcomed all comers with grace and sincerity. Jimmy, formalities over, masked himself and set out to find Priscilla. Soon he spied her, a picture in a puffy hoop skirt, white wig and black mask. He secured five dances with alacrity, these being all she could spare because of so many other guests. Between dances with Priscilla, Jimmy stared at a figure dressed as a trapper which seemed some how familiar, yet he could not place it. This man was engaged in earnest conversation with Priscilla’s parents— and so he gave up. The hour grew late, refreshments were over and the time for the last dance approached. He was scheduled to dance it with Priscilla. Half way through he stopped and led her into the garden. Really she was the only girl and he must tell her so, even tho’ she banished him forver, “Miss Priscilla, Priscilla, the time has come when I must tell you that you are the most wonderful person that I have ever known among woman kind. “You have a heart, and so I will tell you all, then you may take me or leave me as you wish.” “Just a minute, Mr. Fosdick,” said Priscilla, her blue eyes snapping with mystery, “Did you ever hear of a young man named James Walker?” “W-h-a-t?” cried Jimmy. “He had some trouble with a car, hit a cop and ran away, I believe,” went on the unruffled Priscilla. “The police are still looking for him,” quoth she, a pause as Jimmy stood before her tense and shaken—“to tell him that the cop was only stunned.” The earth rose and fell, birds seemed to sing inside Jimmy. He turned to Priscilla, opened his mouth to speak but she held up a dainty hand and said “Come.” Into the house they went and opening a door for him she gently shoved him in. Yes, it was dear old dad, in the trapper suit. After an hour of heart to heart talking Jimmy’s dad said, “Young man if you don’t get me a daughter-in-law soon, I’ll cut you off without a cent,” and he winked broadly. “Watch me,” cried Jimmy. He found Priscilla and hurried to the garden, “As I was saying before,” he began—then—“Say, how did you know Pago 23

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•THE TIGER Class History It seems but yesterday since we started our four years of strenuous toil in the Dover High School. It was a quiet, peaceful September morning when we proudly became Freshmen of this institution of learning and started on the road for the Land of Great Wsidom in quest of the Fountain of Perfect Understanding. Our Freshman Class was large but as years went by numbers kept decreasing. We here may slightly change the wording of the Good Book and say, “Verily I say unto you, that broad is the gate and straight is the way that leadeth to the High School and many there are who go in thereat; but straight is the way and narrow is the gate that leadeth to graduation and few there are that entereth.” Our first year wras one of experience. It was with great difficulty that we accustomed ourselves to our novel and most interesting surroundings. But, however, we mastered the situation and quietly settled down to the inevitable task before us, striving to acquit ourselves in such a manner as to win a kindly smile from our teachers, who at first seemed to us most unbear- able. We found later that this peculiar characteristic was possessed by most teachers and that such teachers were merely teaching the one ultimate requisite of all courses, the one subject upon which all public education is built. This is discipline. Should this be eliminated from our curriculum it would be better that we cease travelling in quest of the Fountain of Perfect Understanding for it would be in vain. How soon we came to know our teachers, soon we were acquainted with their manners and we loved them all. Our affection now, even on the eve of graduation is, I may say, even greater than it ever was. Our Freshman class was exceedingly athletic and it was the aim of many to have their names inscribed on the School’s Honor Roll in gold letters. This aim was not in vain for when the Honor Roll appeared many Freshmen names were seen thereon. To us how like lords the Seniors seemed! How they promenaded through the halls! How kindly the teachers smiled upon them and what exceptional privileges they had! But verily I say unto you ye Freshmen to be, we Page 25