Hanover High School - Hanoverian Yearbook (Hanover, MA)

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24 THE HANOVERIAN Oil Rockland Furniture Co. l Special Sale of Floor Coverings, ! Beautiful Patterns as low as 490 per yard. g See them in our Window. 2 Corner Park and Union Sts., Tel. 228-R i 2 The People's Market Q MEATS AND PROVISIONS ! ! Fresh Fish and Fruits ! Tel. 480 329 Union St., Rockland, Mass. I i Compliments of g A. S. Petersonis ! g Rockland, Mass. g L. Josselyn and Son FLUOR, GROCERIES, HARDWARE g Agent for Lowe Bros. Paint. i i West Hanover, Mass. ogsrxuanozox 1 1 1 1 cvoiuiozu1u1o1u1u1o1o1411 1 1 1 413010: itvin:01ui011rim11021111ri011miaxioioioioioinioi 1010: aio 4 1 20101054

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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.

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THE HANOVERIAN 25 THE HALF-SAVAGE RATHER thin, dark-skinned boy rode along the last stretch of the downward trail toward the straggling town which stood on the banks of the Colorado between the high, bare, multi-colored walls of the Grand Canyon. As the boy gracefully dismounted and entered the general merchandise store that also served as the post-office, one of the several loafers hollered out, Hy, Piney! Some swell ginks wait- in' up tu Smitty's fer yu. Piney nodded to the group that stood, sat, or leaned in vari- ous postures of ease and replied, Aw gwan! Quit yer kiddin ! He's right, son, put in the store-keeper and post-master. Yer tu go up right away. He give me this hyar letter tu con- vince ye. The boy took the envelope that was handed out and read its contents. Sound's tho' ye'r right, he said casually to all the eager listeners. The extremely apparent wish to know what that very white sheet of paper contained was disappointing for Piney Walked leisurely out of the store and, seeming to slide into the saddle, rode away toward Smitty's. or the Redwood Hotel, as its sign called it. Piney, or John Pinetree, was half Indian and half White. His father, one of a mining crew, was a white man. His mother was an Indian squaw. They had died in a blizzard when the boy was very young and he had been brought up by some cow- punchers. He had lived their life, always-fair and square, gambling and drinking a little on pay day but sober at other times. Piney was one of the best punchers around and now earn- ing his living in their business. This boy loved his West, es- pecially the Canyon, and would rather camp out under the stars and see a beautiful sunrise, than to travel in luxury around the World. He entered the lobby of the hotel and spoke genially a few minutes with the small, wiry proprietor, Smitty. S'pose yu want tu see th' swell guy, doncha? Well, hyar he is. Mr. Gallyhad, hyars th' young man yu wanted tu see. There was a tall, rather distinguished-looking, white haired and mus- tached man with distaste of his present surroundings Written all over his regular features. Mr. Gallyhad, meet Mr. Pinetree, said Smitty. Pleased tp meet up with yu, sir, said Piney easily, stretching forth a brown hand which the white-haired gentleman touched gingerly, mumbling some polite phrase. Believe yu wanted tu see me ? Why-er-yes. Will you ascend to my apartments-if you may call them that-with me ? This from the swell. I am your uncle's lawyer. They had arrived in the latter's room. But I ain't got any uncle, sir, said Piney. You may not know of him. He died recently in Chicago. A very tine man, indeed. His name? Sherwood Pinetree! The financial wizard and multi-millionaire. Then followed a great deal of talk about wills, heirs, and :many legal complications. When Piney at last walked out of that