Hanover High School - Hanoverian Yearbook (Hanover, MA)

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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

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THE HANOVERIAN 27 room, he had learned that he was a moneyed man and was to go East in a few days to get an education. The trip passed like a dream. The western youth found many things he had never dreamed of. Sleeping cars, rushing along through varying landscapes, and finally a great roaring city, hundreds of people, jostling and pushing each other, an ex- ceedingly comfortable car, and an equally comfortable bed in la large house, which, Piney learned was an apartment. So passed the years of preparatory schooling and college. He received many honors, both athletically and scholastically. He travelled in many countries during vacations and had all the money he could possibly spend. At last came graduation! John Pinetree was an alumnus of Harvard! Then came three or four more years of business experience. He became very prosperous. The cowboy met the girl of his dreams. She travelled in the highest society and came of a very good family. A week went by. Piney told her of his emotions and also of his life. The girl refused him because he was a half-breed. Later that same woman married a man who could trace his white ancestry for generations. Piney, born in the West, now began to feel the pull of his native haunts. He could no longer stand the crowds, the rolar, the confusion, the corruption and selfishness of the rich, and the misery of the poor. He decided to answer the call of the Can- yon. Never once had he been back since he had fallen heir to the Pinetree millions. The days of the journey passed slowly, bringing an ever- increasing eagerness to arrive. When he did reach his destina- tion, Piney found little change in the town, but few people rec- ognized him. After buying a horse, blankets, and provisions, Pinetree went to his old camp, far up the winding trail. He slept like a log that night and awakened early to view the sunrise. He rode to the edge of the cliff. The sun rose slowly, beauti- fying the sky and developing the color-scheme of the cliHs. The absolute quiet and the magnitude of the scene before him brought utter satisfaction. Pauline W. Westcott, '29. 'TIS MAY The sky has donned a fairer blue, The birds now wear a deeper hue, The flowers have bloomed in full array, For spring is here, 'tis May. With merry laughter the playgrounds ring With hide and seek and the games of spring. All the world's merry! Everyone's gay! For spring is here! Summer's on its way! Buds on the trees are peeping thru', Hornets and bees are buzzing, too. In the breeze the Mayflowers sway, For spring is here. 'Tis May! A Edna Sangster, '29.