Dover High School - Tiger Yearbook (Dover, NJ)

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THE TIGER 1926 1926 --- Class ijistnrn S I scan these brief notes collected during the progress of the class of 1926 through its four years of High School, I feel positive that at some future day there will be many a volume written concerning the era in which this prominent class was making the Dover High School famous When we entered Dover High in September, 1922, we immediately assumed the important burden of being Freshmen. At that time for some occult reason our esteemed Principal deemed it best that we should not organize as a class. Thus our Freshman Year dragged out, and we played the roles of the unknown and the insignificant. Our Sophomore Year was different. We organized early and under the able and inspiring leadership of Miss Florence Smith, we made much of ourselves. The outstanding activities, given for the purpose of increasing our finances were: a cake sale, a matinee dance and a play, the play, “Line’s Busy” was most successful, and was approved and praised by the upper classes, which gratified us immensely. In September, 1924, under the guidance of Miss Freeman and Mrs. Cummins, we came at last into the lime-light as Juniors. Several of our classmates had already distinguished themselves by winning letters in debating, and varsity contests and by contributing a long list of names to the “Honor Roll.” The outstanding features of our Junior Year were two dances. One, a May dance, in which the “gym” was beautifully decorated in pastel shades with a Maypole in the center, and the other, the Junior Farewell, to the Seniors. At last, in 1925 we reached the highest point of our career—we were— in terms of the old song,—“Seniors Blase.” Our Senior Year has been most brilliant. It began with a whist and dance held in Moose Hall. Many beautiful prizes were donated for the occasion and in spite of the stormy weather about three hundred of faculty members, students, parents and friends attended. Other activities of this year consisted of a subscription soliciting for the Curtis Publishing Co., and a similar project launched by the New York Times. The class also held a smaller but very enjoyable whist at the home of Mrs. Theodore Young. We have yet another obstacle to overcome, our final examinations. Judging from the past there is no doubt but that our class will successfully surmount this barrier to progress, and we shall then be permitted to step forth into the arena of life armed with excellent credentials—our Dover High School Diploma. We see before us the great field of success and many prizes within our very reach, if we only heed the admonition of our Class Motto: “The road called Toil leads to the city called Success.” MARY FRANCIS APGAR, GLADYS EVANS Page 19

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1926 .:. THE TIGER 1926 •♦4H Class |Jmphecu- CIass 1926 T WAS a dark night. Not a star could be seen in the heavens. Thru the deathly silence I moved along over the lonely Rockaway Moors. Even the sound of the wind was greatly magnified to my ears. Stealthily onward I crept, fearing every moment that I would see some terrible shape blocking my way. Suddenly a shrill cry as of insane laughter broke the stillness of the night. My hair rose on end and for a moment I stood rooted to the spot fearing to hear footsteps approaching. Then the cry rang out again and, fearfully peering into the utter blackness before me, I perceived a dim light. I resolutely gathered courage and advanced nearer the cavern from which the light streamed. Arriving there I stood frozen with horror at the sight which met my eyes. Around a dying fire I saw three evil looking old hags. One of these was slowly stirring a boiling caldron with a large bone. The vapor arising from this caldron seemed to put me into a daze. Leaning forward to get a better view I stepped upon a dry twig which broke with a snap. The hags started and I preceiving that retreat was impossible decided to advance and enter the cave boldly. 1 did so and they sat down as if they had been expecting my arrival. The hag who had been stirring the potion motioned me to a large stone near the fire. After I was seated she inquired in a deep sepulchral tone the reason for my visit. I replied truthfully enough that I had been seeking the Rockaway Sibyl. The three grinned, showing their long pointed teeth which gave them an appearance of wolves. The leader of the three said. “I am she. Why do you seek me?” Controlling my chattering teeth I managed to blurt out, “I wish to leam the fate of my classmates from whom I am about to part,—perhaps never to meet again.” The Sibyl slowly rose, picked up the bone and motioned for me to look into the caldron. As I gazed into the seething depths, consciousness passed from me. Upon recovering my senses I found myself upon a road, on the side of which was a sign post bearing the following words: “TO THE FUTURE” Feeling plenty of money in my pockets, apparently placed there by the hags, I hurried eagerly up the road, not knowing where it would lead and little thinking of the countries I should soon visit. The first building worthy of my notice was a large lunch car. It was managed by George Slater now a man of advanced years. He could now stow away food to his heart’s content. Page 21