Hanover High School - Hanoverian Yearbook (Hanover, MA)

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28 THE HANOVERIAN The young man took each book and opened it carefully, right before Sam's eyes a small envelope fell out of each one. What does this mean?', asked the bewildered Sam. Well, you see it's this way, the young man replied. This old gentleman is pretty clever. We've at last caught him with the goods. We've been after him for two years. He has been smuggling dope into this country and we have been on his trail and I have been following him all day. Aha, I see. Quite clever, eh ? said Sam as the importance of the capture in his little bookstore dawned on him. I was so busy trying to straighten out my accounts that I did not take any notice of him at all. I will have to take these books as evidence. I guess that I can take them all in my car. By the way I represent the Federal Narcotic Squad. Here are my credentials, the young man in- formed Sam as he handed him some papers. An immense re- ward is offered by a drug syndicate? Sam testified in court as to the actions of the old man. Since all of the old travel books which had been on his shelves for years had been purchased for evidence, he received 3250. clear proiit. Sam's debts were settled, publicity brought business. N ot such a bad World after all, thought Sam as he cheer- dusted books. Marjorie 727. MOTHER NATURE'S WORK The apple tree is a beautiful sight With its starlike blossoms of pink and white. Old West Wind made the branches weep, And stole its beauty with many a sweep. The petals fell like fieecy snow Then slowly leaves began to show, Before September morning dews, There were apples of green and rosy hues. After the fruit the crisp leaves fell Drifting and whirling in each little dell. By Christmas tide the tree was bare Mother Nature shows her care With lovely touches, to bring us cheer Throughout the seasons of the year. Edna Sangster, '29.

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THE HANOVERIAN 27 BOOKMARKS It was early spring in Hempstead. The business of the small down-town bookstore was dull, accounts were due, and Bookey Sam was having a hard time trying to raise sufficient funds to keep his business out of the hands of a receiver and bankruptcy. Sam was the slim and tortoise shell glasses type of a man with little ambition and a firm belief that a man running a book- store does not have to exert himself to keep his customers. In his opinion, they should just come to him if they wished to pur- chase books. An absent minded old gentleman came to the store early one morning. Sam looked at him and decided that perhaps he might be able to please him. What can I do for you this morning, sir ? he asked. Well, I should like to purchase something for my daughter, who has just left for college. Perhaps you have something that would interest her ? Do you think that she would be interested in travels or a good biography? Those two shelves are full of books on travel- right in that corner. Perhaps you might find something there that you would like. So saying, Sam again sat at his desk and busied himself with his accounts. After poking around for an hour or so and deranging nearly half of the two shelves of books, the old gentleman came to Sam's desk. I think that possibly a pair of beads, a trinket, or a ring of some sort would do better anyway. said he. I am so sorry for the trouble I have caused you. I may be back later. Then he hurriedly left the bookstore. An hour passed, uneventfully as usual. Sam was besieged with a bit of the blues. A young man came into the store bursting with excitement. Has an old man with white hair and a grey coat been in to look at some books ? Why yes, answered Sam. I guess he couldn't find any- thing to please him. Would you please show me the books he was looking at? Sam was amazed. No one had ever shown such interest in his books before. Surely, he was looking at those books on the second and third shelves in that corner, right over there.

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THE HANOVERIAN 29 A PLEDGE OF ALLEGIANCE The principal of McDurfee High School sat at his desk, fingering squares of white, yellow, blue and pink paper. A frown passed across his tired face. With a sigh he gathered up the squares, placed them in the file basket, mentally making this re- mark- Two hundred dollars odd, where is the money coming from Y Taking his hat from the stand he walked slowly out of the office, shoulders drooped and his face registering disappoint- ment. Rhoddy Blaine, coming out of the Senior room, saw it all and knew something had gone wrong with Mr. Gilmore. Yes, she just knew something had. She stood still a second watching him, then hurried along to the Office to finish some filing for he be- loved principal. Picking up the wire basket she carried it over to the files and with deft fingers placed the papers in their proper places. Bills, bills, bills! What could they be for? None of her business but she just couldn't help noticing them. A. A. equipment, trans- portation, constabulary service. Quite a bunch! And then Rhoddy Blaine's fingers snapped. She knew just what was the trouble with Mr. Gilmore. It was those old A. A. bills. And then all in a Hash she remembered-the boys and girls wouldn't stay for play rehearsal last night on account of the forest fires, and tonight they had begged of to go to the game. No rehearsing meant a poor show and that play had been planned as a means of putting across the A. A. program for the year and it was coming off in two weeks. Mighty mean, mused Rhoddy. Rhoddy's mind worked like a whirlwind when she wanted it to. Back went the basket on the principal's desk, ting-a-ling went the telephone and click, click, click went Rhoddy's stacatto voice interrupted only by more ting-a-lings. Then silence. Back to her locker, hat in hand and homeward bound hurried a radiant Rhoddy. f The Midget oifered a prize to the student who submitted the best ending for this story. Katherine Townsend received the prize.J A PLEDGE OF ALLEGIANCE-Concluded Very early next morning, Rhoddy hurried into the office, greeting the principal with a happy, Good morning, Mr. Gil-