Hanover High School - Hanoverian Yearbook (Hanover, MA)

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18 THE HANOVERIAN illitvrarg REVENGE Oh, good heavens, this skirt! .That dog has ruined it. Let Go! screamed the well dressed girl who had just emerged from a corner store. She waved her hands frantically and kicked right and left at the little collie pup' that was playfully tugging at her skirt, enjoying himself immensely. Fido, come here you scampf' A quiet looking young man crossed the street and grabbed the dog by the collar. I hope this rascal hasn't done any harm. I work in the restaurant across the street and I happened to see him chasing you. I'm sorry if he has frightened you, Miss -. Miss Morris--Evelyn Morris, the girl informed him. I was a bit frightened but I guess he only meant to be playful. You haven't told me your name yet. Jack Warrens, he said politely with a bow. 'Tm sorry that beastly pup ruined your skirt. Won't you let me call a taxi for you ? Evelyn did not hear these last words-she was thinking. That name, Jack Warrens had struck her like a thunderbolt. Yes, it was this fellow's father who had cheated her uncle in a big horse trade not more than a year ago. She remembered also that the Warrens lived in this city. She'd fix this Jack Warrens and make his father remember that horse trade. She was brought to her senses by Jack's repeated offer. Won't you let me call a. taxi? Oh, no indeed, Evelyn answered sweetly, my car is wait- ing just around the corner. Then allow me to escort you to your car, Miss Morris Y Oh, no, please don't bother, Mr. Warrens. Thank you just the same, and she hurried off. Jack ran to the corner just in time to see her get into a taxi and whiz down the street. Her car? She must own a taxi, he laughed, and without. a second's thought he patted the collie pup and returned to the restaurant. Before the day was over he found himself wondering about the girl in the pleated skirt and sport sweater. What could be her idea in saying, her car was just around the corner and then deliberately calling a taxi ?

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THE HANOVERIAN 17 LAURA Angel Face ADALINE WHITING - Commercial Course Laura is very quiet and studious. She has successfully succeeded in completing the four years of high school in three years and has been an honor pupil. We know that in Whatever she undertakes in the future she will make good. However we wish her the best of success. Glee Club Cl, 23 g Secretary of Class C25 3 ' Midget Staff 633. SENIOR PROPHECY Mildred's bound to be a teacher, George is doomed to be a preacher, Margie's sure to be a dancer, Gleason, also quite a prancer. Lundberg's sure to be the shiek, And Shats will be the athalete Laura ever will be quiet, Eva's sure to be a poet. Lord will be a business man, Esther will help him if she can. Kathrine's going to be an author Eleanor'll do whatever she ought'ter, Libby fore'er will know her Latin, Carroll will be good at batting. Bertha, last and by no means least Will be liked by all from West to East. Esther Lovell, '27 .

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THE HANOVERIAN 19 While Jack was clattering dishes in the kitchen of the rest- aurant, at the other end of the city, a taxi drew up to the curb and the girl of his thoughts alighted from the cab, paid the driverg glanced up at the beautiful mansion that stood before her. I wish it really were ours, she sighed. I think I could play the game better if it were, but I'll do the best I can anyway. She was greeted at the door by a richly gowned young woman about her own age. Did you have a pleasant time, my dear ? she asked Evelyn as she entered the magnificent living room. Oh, I had a good time, Anna, but-look at your lovely skirt you so kindly loaned me! Between sobs she told her about the horrid pup and of her meeting with Jack Warrens. Little did I think that my visit with you would give me a chance to get even with the Warrens, she said bitterly. I'll pay them back but how can I ever pay you for the damage I have done to your skirt ? N ever mind about that, dear. I've plenty others, she con- soled, but tell me about the Warrens and your Uncle. I don't believe I ever heard about it. S0 they sat on the davenport and Evelyn related the story. It all began like this, she began. We were living in the little town of Hampford. Horses were Dad's favorite hobby and whenever he thought he could make a good buy he would. About a year ago Mr. Tom Warrens came to town, became acquainted with Dad and tricked him into buying Nancy, which he claimed was a famous race horse. She proved to be worth little. Poor Dad lost a great deal of money through this trade but he was never quick to revenge and did nothing about it, so I'm going to take it into my own hands. Evelyn threw her head back defiantly and continued. They aren't rich, neither am I, but I'm going to make them think I am. Jack Warrens has asked me to go to a show with him to-morrow and I'm going. I'll make him believe I think the world of him, and then break our glorious friendship, she said sarcastically. Tears of anger sprang to her eyes but she quickly brushed them away and tried to smile. May I take that lavender crepe of yours, tomorrow, Anna ? You certainly may, but look out for the collie pups , her friend twinkled. Each day for a week Evelyn went to the city. She had be- come well acquainted with Jack and would meet him and go to