Hanover High School - Hanoverian Yearbook (Hanover, MA)

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THE HANOVERIAN 21 And I should like to know why he should, Jack replied smilingly. I guess I have a right to be in my own car. Your car ? gasped Evelyn. Of course it's my car, now tell me what the mystery is. Oh, I might have known I couldn't beat a Warren, she sobbed, and told her story from beginning to end. You don't mean Tom Warrens, the horse trader, Evelyn? he asked when she had finished. Yes , she assured him, Tom Warrens, the horse trader. Why Evelyn, he died three months ago. My father's name is Tom too, but he wasn't any relation. Evelyn dried her tears. Oh I'm so glad, Jack, she cried and then as he took the wheel, started the engine and the car glided along. Where are we going, Jack ? To meet the real Tom Warrens, he laughed, and the little blue roadster shot down the street carrying two of the happiest people on earth. Eva Shurtleff, '27, THE WILD FREE BIRD A cold, gray storm swept over the sea, And dashed its spiteful spray on me- The Wild, free bird. I laughed in the teeth of the angry Wind, I skipped o'er the ragged Wave's crest., That storm freed me, the maid who sinned, Who drowning, at last found rest. The deep, dark clouds came up at night, And snatched away every vestage of light From me, abandoned maid. Oh God! It was a morbid night! - The dank winds blew on my faceg I jumped from the wharf 3 I hid from the lightf- Of me, was found never a trace. The dark, swirling waters sucked me ing They purged my soulg they drank my sin 3 Made me a Wild, free bird. Katherine Townsend, '27.

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20 THE HANOVERIAN the theatre with him. The days she did not meet him she saw him in the Window of the restaurant. The swindler's son, she would say sneeringly. I bet more than one poor soul has been cheated in that restaurant. But as days passed Evelyn found herself looking forward to meeting Jack and wondering whether or not she was doing the right thing by trying to revenge the Warrens. In the end she would always grit her teeth and swear to get even. A few days before Evelyn Was to return to her country home she donned a blue sport suit of her friends and after receiving Annafs compliment, that she looked stunning, started out for the city. That afternoon when she came out of the theatre with Jack he offered to see her home but as usual she told him her car was around the corner. Guess I'll ride down with you, may I? Jack asked. I go down your way, you know. They had just turned the corner and were standing in front of a blue roadster. Evelyn turned quickly. She had a bright idea. I'll take him home and then return the car, she said to herself. Then to Jack, I shall be glad to have you, and she opened the door of the car and slid in behind the steering wheel. They had not gone far when Evelyn heard a motorcycle coming at full speed behind them. As she turned she heard the chugging of the motor. Yes, the cop was following them. What should she do? She would be charged with stealing a car and Jack Warrens would know all about it. Should she tell Jack? Could he straighten things out? She was surprised that it made her feel more at ease to think Jack was with her. She felt like a beaten dog but managed to blurt out, Oh Jack, this isn't my car. What shall I do? I did mean to return it after I took you home. Quick, quick Jack, what shall I do ? Not your car ? Jack exclaimed. Well, I guess we better stop right here. It will go hard with us if we don't. Evelyn brought the car to a sudden stop. The cop was close behind them, but to Evelyn's surprise he Whizzed by them and up the street. She turned to Jack. Why Jack, he-he didn't stop and say anything to me, she said nervously.

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22 THE HANOVERIAN FOILED Here! Here! Get out of my yard. How many times must I tell you that I don't want you in here? These words came from an elderly bachelor, who was driving some children out of his yard. This bachelor had always lived alone and as the children said probably always would live alone because he was too grouchy for anyone to live with. No one was allowed in his yard to slay nothing of being allowed in his house. That is why the children called him Grouchy . When the children had been chased away, Grouchy went in and sat down, saying to himself, I really like children sometimes but I just don't know how to treat them. I would let them come in here once in a while but then they would want to be here all of the time and I would have no peace. At this moment the door-bell rang. Those pesky chil- dren again ? thought the bachelor. This time I'll fix them good. He took a pail of water and opened the door. Much to his surprise, however, he saw before him, not the naughty chil- dren, but a large basket. Whatever can be in that basket, he exclaimed, Perhaps those kids are up to their tricks again. I guess I'll let it stay there. With these words he turned, but his curiosity got the best of him so he Went back to look at the basket. It was very large and there were two or three blankets on top. He laid these back, stared in astonishment, then cried ex- citedly, My goodness! It is a baby! However did it get here and whatever shall I do with it? Grouchy finally decided to call up the Children's Home and have someone come after the baby. He stalked to the telephone but suddenly changing his mind he said to himself, I guess I'll keep the baby and have a nurse for it. It might make me feel younger and not so grouchy if I had a little child around. The bachelor went back to the steps and brought the basket in. He heard a smothered laugh behind the hedge. At the same time he heard a baby wailing across the street and he said, Oh dear, I can't have any such noise as that around here. I guess the most sensible thing to do is to send the baby away after all. The Children's Home was called this time and a woman came to the bachelor's house to get the baby. She pulled the