Dover High School - Tiger Yearbook (Dover, NJ)

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G. Donald Thomson, B. S. Springfield College Algebra General Science Biology Elena A. Haviar, B. S. Rutgers University English—History General Science John P. Gibbons, B. S. St. Thomas College Commercial Arithmetic Mathematics Science 12

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Natalie Goldstein Leo W. Sanders Esther D. King, B. S. Marie B. Dowd, B. A. Montclair Normal Illinois Coaching School University of Vermont Smith College Art Physical Training French English Carolyn E. Bennett, B. C. S. Cyrus B. Sherk Roy C. Hinkle Cornelia R. Boyd, A. B. Rider College Lebanon Valley College, A. B. Indiana University, B. A. Bucknell University Commercial Subjects Mew York University, M. A. Columbia University, M. A. English History—P. A. D. Music I I Prudence H. Sheehan, A. B. Jean Merrill, B. C. S. University of Pittsburgh Rider College Mathematics Commercial Subjects Edgar Leland Smith Pottsdam Normal Manual Training Mildred A. Hanscom, M.A. Columbia University Mathematics

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CLASS SONG Tune: The Linden Tree FIRST VERSE We're standing on the threshold of that most precious day, When friends must part, and bid adieu, and each go on their way, We'll miss the school and teachers, whom we all loved so well, Their winning smile and cheerful ways, of which we all can tell. SECOND VERSE As we go on in business, we’ll think of all the things, That Dover High has taught us, to help us to succeed, We'll strive to keep the motto, that toil leads to success,” There's many a school quite like it, but Dover is the best. THIRD VERSE We came, we worked, we conquered, the goal for which we strived, The school and all its memories, will always be our pride, And now as we are parting, our hearts are full of grief, For the school that we have honored, will be a memory sweet. DOROTHY SHIMMEL. SCHOOL DAYS Days of joy and sadness, Full of toil and fun, Days so clear and cloudless, Oh how we wish they'd just begun. Oh, how precious are those memories, Of the pranks we played, And the carefree revelries, In life's mystic glade. Memories of the hours spent, Over tasks so great, That our heads with toil were bent, Until the hours late. Slowly passing in review, Come those days of yore, As we from the schoolroom view, All the out of door. Now that we are nearly through, With our school days gay, The time is near to say adieu, And fare forth into life's hard way. Happy may that day be, When we have success attained, And we have the time to see, All the pleasures we disdained. EDWARD FRUENDT. 13