Hanover High School - Hanoverian Yearbook (Hanover, MA)

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V THE HANOVERIAN 21 Hello, Bunny, Say, they're having a peach of a picture over to the Strand tonight! Let's run overlu The enthusiastic smile faded as she replied, Thanks, awfully, Charlie, but I've got just loads of homework to do, and you know how dad is. Poor Charlie tried his best to persuade her to go, but with no avail. He had reason to be downcast, for this was the third time she had turned him down because of that tenor. Oh wellf, he consoled himself as he chugged home- ward, She'll learn somedayf' Bright and early on the morning of May seventh, Bunny arose, bathed indulgently, slipped into her prettiest dress, and donned her chickest hat. She must look her very best, for today was her day of days-she was to meet her idol, her handsome tenor who had written her such wonderful letters! After an hours' ride on a tiresome train, Bunny arrived in the big city and spent several hours shopping, for she was not to meet Aiden until afternoon. Finally it grew near the time for her appointment, and as she as- cended the richly carpeted stairs leading to the studio, she could hardly breathe for excitement. On entering the re- ception room. she was greeted by a charming studio host- ess: Miss Matthews? Oh yes, Mr. Fairman phoned that he would be here in about thirty minutes. VV'on't you be seated ? Bunny seated herself comfortably and busied hereself with gazing at the many autographed pictures of the vari- ous artists. The photos of many film as well as radio stars covered the walls. Her attention was attracted to one pic- ture in particular because of the extreme homeliness of the subject. He was a short, fat man, very unevenly propor- tioned, with a large red nose and ears like cabbage leaves. Beneath huge black eyebrows were set, very close together, two stary eyes. The girl wondered who such an un- couth looking person could be and drew closer, that she might read the signature. Bunny read the name once, twice,-and then staggered to her seat. The hostess no- ticing her, asked, How do you like Mr. Fairman's photo? He wanted

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22 - THE HANOVE RIAN us to hang another pose but his wife insisted on that onefy Bunny came to for an instant and managed to gasp,- His VVIFE P The hostess smiled, XVhy yes. Didn't you know he was married? They have three perfectly darling children- they are just the living images of Aidenf' As the late afternoon sun slowly wended its way toward the golden west, a very much broken-hearted and disillus- ioned little Miss slowly made her way along the boulevard leading to the station. VVhile nearing the curb, she heard the purr of eight cylinders behind her. Turning, she no- ticed a stunning little blue roadster approaching her, from inside the car a very familiar voice queried: 'iGoing home, Bunny? Bunny gazed for a moment at the tastefully dressed youth who had spoken, and exclaimed. XVhy Charlie! Wfhere on earth did you get this car? Charlie grinning from ear to ear, answered. 'glust a little present from Dad on my twenty-first birth- day. Lets gol' The two sped along, away from the turmoil and noise of the city, back to the dear little town of Bancroft where they had met, and where they had been so happy before Bunny had heard her tenor. As they rode, she thought of how foolish she had been, how mean she had been to good old Charlie, and how faithful he had been to her. How good it was, after all, to be seated securely by his side. A bend in the road brought them beside a lake which held memories, for them both. The car slowly came to a standstill and across the lake they saw a fiery sun slowly sinking into the still waters. Charlie, she broke the silence, let's go to the movies tonight. HO. K. Bunny! but, provided that you sing me a little song now, like you used to. She sang, 'AI-Ionestly and Truly, I'm in love with Yi The song was ended,-but the melody lingered on. ARTHUR CLIFTON, '28.