Dover High School - Tiger Yearbook (Dover, NJ)

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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

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1926 THE TIGER 1926 Next to the car was a large building with these words on the window, “Shongum Bowling Alley for Women Only.” I went inside and to my amazement I recognized Mary Lowe as the Proprietress. I wandered on a little further and I saw Gertrude Troxler sitting in the County Superintendent’s office at Morristown. Why she is Dr. IIul-sart’s private secretary! Soon I noticed a blond young man driving a Dodge Truck; the letters on the side informed me that it belonged to Berry and Best’s Hardware. As I looked closer I recognized the face of my old friend Theodore Best. Suddenly I found myself transported from Dover to the middle of Broadway. In blazing head lights over the Metropolitan Opera House, Mile. Margaretta Alperizona’s name appeared. It sounded strangely familiar and as I gazed upon the stately figure of the star I recognized “Peg” Alpers. Gradually the bright lights of Broadway faded and in its place appeared the bonnie hills of Dundee. I noticed a Scotch Highland laddie and lassie walking arm in arm. The lassie’s face was unfamiliar but as I leaned closer the laddie’s face bore a startling resemblance to our classmate, Archie Craig. From thence I sailed across the raging currents of the English Channel and landed safely in “Gay Parse.” I noticed a large crowd collected in front of an exclusive hotel and I pushed my way toward the front. To my amazement the figure of a beautiful Parisian danseuse met my eyes. Grasping the arm of the nearest by-stander 1 recognized the face of Arabella Naylor. This shock was too much for my nervous system and I determined to return to America immediately by the recently established air route. As I stepped aboard the aeroplane I recognized Allen and Isadore Cohn as the Pilots of Cohn and Cohn Transatlantic Air Service! Arriving in Washington I heard a clamor at the Capitol. Soon I learned that a new Speaker had been elected to the House of Representatives and I heard the cries, “Apgar, hurrah for Apgar.” As I live it was my old chum Mary Francis! Looking down the street I noticed a sign, “Harris and Doyle, Ladies’ and Gents’ Furnishings,” and I entered and purchased a necktie from,— whom do you suppose? Yes! it was Gordon Harris! I then went to the Ladies’ Department to purchase a scarf and the pretty little lady who waited on me was no other than Marjorie Doyle. Everywhere I went I heard people talking of the wonderful new swimming pool erected by the famous architects, Nixon and Deck who were graduated with me from dear old Dover High School. We were told it was impossible for us to take a dip as the President was taking his daily instruction from the Olympic Champion, Evelyn Hiler. I was then informed that the “First Lady of the Land” was being fitted for a gown by Mme. Hila Fitch. Hila had risen to the height of designing garments for the Elite. Departing from the White House grounds I was horrified by the shrieks and groans of some soul in agony. Looking first left and then right I finally spied the sign, “Dr. Warren Andrews, Painless Dentist” and I noticed two feet waving through the office window. Immediately I recog- Page 22