Hanover High School - Hanoverian Yearbook (Hanover, MA)

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THE HANOVERIAN 21 Eitvrarg THE REFORMER ISS Reed was a teacher in a large school. Most of her pupils were from the foreign section of the city. She loved her Work and did her best to inspire proper thoughts in these children Who Were to be the future of America. It was not a simple task, for many, on entering, Were unable to speak a Word of English, yet, through her patience and understanding, she had Won the admiration and loyalty of all of them. One afternoon each Week was devoted to some current topic. Her topic for this afternoon was on the prisons of the city. A little boy at the back of the room seemed particularly interested. The teacher gave a description of the old prisons. The little boy's face assumed a sad expression. Then she went on and told of the reforms being made through the assistance of public don- ations. The lad's face brightened. The lecture was short and school was dismissed early. Miss Reed sat down at her desk to do some Work. The door opened and Gusty Benito entered. He Went up to the teacher shyly, and said, Teacher, Will you bring some money to the prison if I give it to you ? Why of course I Will, said the teacher, placing her arm about the little boy. But you seem Worried. Is there anyone you know in prison ? Yes, my brother. He's been gone a long time. I have to stay alone now almost every night, cause he took things that didn't belong to him. I told him not to, 'cause you told us never to take things that didn't belong to us. But he Wouldn't mind me. Of course you're right, Gusty, and I'm very sorry about your brother, said the teacher. But perhaps he Will be a bet- ter brother when he returns, for, do you remember What I told you about people giving books and money, and helping the pris- oners to improve themselves? Did your brother have any par- ticular kind of Work ? No, replied Gusty, dolefully, That's why he had to take things. When he Worked he could buy them, but when he didn't, he had to take them. I understand, said the teacher, now if you bring the money tomorrow, I Will send it to the prison and perhaps it will do a great deal toward making your brother better. That evening, in a dingy house, by a dim gas light, the little boy wrote a note. After it was finished, he produced, from its hiding place under the couch, a half dollar. He Wrapped it in the note. In the morning the precious contents were given to the teacher. That afternoon, as the prison Chaplain was opening contri- butions for the Prison Reform Fund, he smiled sadly as he took the half dollar from a note written in a scrawling hand 5 I earnt this myselluf. Please learn my brother somethin'.

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THE HANOVERIAN 23 Three months of anxious waiting passed. To Gusty, it seemed ages, for he wanted to see whether his brother had been made better. . . But finally the time came. Gusty was in his room practicing multiplication tables. A soft step was heard on the stairs. He knew it wasn't his father. A moment later, the door opened, and a young man of twenty-five entered. Gusty's eyes sparkled. His brother was neater, cleaner, and appeared better than he had ever remembered seeing him before. This was the kind of a brother he had always hoped for. That night the dim gas light burned for hoursg the two dis- cussed their future. The older brother explained that during those three months he had been studying continually, and that now he was prepared to enter the poultry business. A. Nawazelski, '26. THE FIRST OF JUNE It will soon be time to close every school To shut each book and forget each rule Then no quiet please , as you stroll along And if you desire you may sing a song. The world will be rosy and everything bliss With no teacher to say Extra session for this , But then when vacation is finally o'er We'll be glad to see the school once more. For we realize that learning is needed by all To once more see the school house we'll all hear the call As we know that in spite of each book and each rule That our happiest days are spent in High School. Esther Hansen, '28. MY STUDIES English teaches one to talk straight, The time to learn it is never too late, So study it with all your will And there'll not be a time when you'll have to keep still. I think ancient history is terribly dry, I almost wish we could let it go by. Yet the teacher makes it so interesting That I'd never want to get caught resting. Algebra is not so snappy But when I get a hundred, it makes me feel happy. Yet X equals Y and Y equals X, It is almost as bad as the female sex. Science certainly is great, It seems that way to me at any rate. I'm certainly not at the head of the class, But I am doing my best to pass. F. Gleason, '29.