Hanover High School - Hanoverian Yearbook (Hanover, MA)

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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.

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THE HANOVERIAN 29 HER LESSON ALTHOUGH Mary Andrews had promised her cousin that she would meet her at the May party, she entertained a desire to go to the theatre with Max. What if cousin Florence did reach. the party to find her not present? Couldn't Flo match up with someone else with whom to pass the evening? Surely she would be able to find some suitable excuse in order to explain her ab- sence. Thus ending with a determination to go regardless of' what happened, May threw a silken brown scarf over her shoulders and went for her evening stroll by the calm lake. Friday night came and with it the featured theatre program. Alas! The merriment that May had expected was lacking. The strains of music were inharmonious and skuawky, the actors' tones were coarse and unculturedg the atmosphere was close and suffocating, and never before, had Max appeared so grumpy and unsociable. May uttered a sigh of relief as they left the theatre and started for home. Scarcely had May reached her room when the telephone rang. Lo! the voice that came to her ears was that of cousin Flo. May was so surprised she was unable to speak for a few minutes. After saying hello twice, Flo ran OH into one of her spasms of raving, leaving May more bewildered with every word she said. Yes, you should have been there. You missed worlds of fun. Of course Bob and his clique were thereg the party wouldn': have been complete without them. Ralph's brother was up from Enfield and entertained us in the early part of the evening. I'm very sorry you didn't feel well. Jane told me about it this after- noon so I asked Betty Scott to accompany me. You certainly missed some good time. Cheer up, May, we'll make it right with you sometime. Good-bye. Oh, how May had always envied Betty and then to have Flo keep company with her! Nevertheless, it was her fault. She had learned her lesson so it would never happen again. Elizabeth Snell, '27. ILL USED I want to relate to you a startling little experience I had one evening when I was in a nearby city. I was strolling down a lonely street in the slum district, when I was startled by loud. piercing screams, which seemed to come from the dingy walls of a nearby apartment. I stood motionless: not hearing another sound, turned about and continued my walking. I had not taken three steps when those terrifying wails and groans pierced my heartg Koh! I said, what suffering must be taking place! I went back and stealthily peeked through the low dirty window, from which seemed to come the sounds. What a sight met my eyes! Upon a table lay a lifeless form, one leg of which was torn to pieces, and bending over it was a horrible looking Chinarrfan. Again came those terrible wails and screams, which filled me with horror. I could hardly stand it. But then I shouldn't care for the lifeless form which the laundry man was ironing wasn't my trousers. Ray M. Perry, '27,