Hanover High School - Hanoverian Yearbook (Hanover, MA)

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THE HANOVERIAN 25 VVell, Johnnie is six and Mollie is three,', replied Tillie, very precisely. Alright, over this way to the adult department, please. The gentleman went to the shelves, picked out some very stunning pairs of shoes and brought them to Addy and Tillie. V Is this something like you wanted? he asked, addressing Tillie. But before Tillie could get her breath, Addy re- plied. Say one of those there shoes would make shoes and mit- tens for both of 'em. They aint half as big as that. XYell this is what you asked for, size 6 and size 3. Aw, you're all mixed, that ain't got nothing to do with their feet, that's their agesf' answered Addy in her boister- ous manner. After a good deal of explaining and figuring Tillie com- pleted her errand. They hurried back to the train CAddy still taking in what she couldj rather tired from their few hours in the big city. CONSTANCE MacPHEE, '29 A DREAM One night as I was sleeping In my bed so nice and warm, I dreamed of the Heavenly Father XVho keeps us all from harm. He seemed so very different From the stories I'd been toldg His stature, countenance and smile As some dear friend of old. He stood beside my bed and talked, And painted the portrait anew Of the one whom we called '1God But really never knew. Anonymous

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24 THE HANOVERIAN jumped from the top step to the platform with no- assis- tance. Tillie reached out her hand for the conductor's but her heel caught in a crack between the steps and she fell head first. VVell, ma told you not to wear her shoes with the high heels, but you thought they were kinda more stylish. So go ahead an' fall, I ain't sorry, laughed Addy. Tillie gathered herself up. I-Ier body wasn't hurt as much as her dignity was. K'Addy, ,why didn't you help me when I fell instead of sayin, that about my shoes? And all those people 'rouncl. They must have thoughtwe were rubes from the countryf' said the elder sister in a very stern way. 'WV ell you'ed have fallen any way. So what difference to th, people, replied her unsympathic sister. By this time the sisters had reachedtthe curbing and were waiting to cross the street. Say Tillie, whats that guy doing out in the middle of the road. Hell be getting killed the hrst thing he knows. Say Tillie, did you ever see so many of them there auto- biles, or whatever they call 'em. .Say Tillie--. '4VVell, you shut up for a little while. Everybody's laughin, at us now, said Tillie to be on her behavior. Say Tillie, if ma could only hear you now, I bet she'd send for Dr. Fish to find out whatis the trouble with your I never heard you act so nice in all my sixteen years of life. They crossed the street and made their way up to Ray- monds where Tillie was to buy a pair of shoes for john age six, and Mollie, age three. Addy tagged along behind, gazing at the tall buildings and staring into the store win- dows. Tillie stopped at a store and announced that it was Raymonds. They entered and went to the shoe depart- ment. W'hile they were looking over some shoes a gen- tleman approached them. May I help you ladies. No thank ye we don't need any help, but Tillieis trying to buy a pair of shoes for our Johnnie and Mollie, spoke up Addy. What size are they ? asked the salesman.

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26 THE HZANOVERIAN MUSIC As I entered the theater my heart gave a mighty bound! It was a pleasing sensation, for that evening a famous and distinguished gentleman was to play the o-rgan. His sup- erb playing had been advertised everywhere and now great crowds assembled to hear and see him. The last number he played stirred his audience deeply. I-Ie was improvising-and the music was extremely weird. This was what I interpreted: A man was lying sick in a hospital. He tossed and moan- ed during the day 5 here the music rumbled down in the deep bass. It was to a grateful man that the peaceful night came with its quiet rest. The music grew soft and quiet for awhile, then gradually louder-for it was morning, and again another day had started. The man was worse. His pain was severe and bitterg he struggled for breath. The sounds from the organ were short, jerky, then one heavenly cord followed by Divine Music of the Church. The man who had been sick-had died. It was almost inhuman, sitting there 3 you could almost feel the soul of the man no longer ill, free at last. It was a glorious exper- ience to live through. Those thrilling and magnificent cords soared higher and higher. No longer would Death terrify any who understood them. On and on, the man at the organ played-the sad- but yet joyful strains echoing in the hearts of the peopleg and the vast multitude listening could not fail to realize that after hearing that exquisitely harmonious music, their lives, hereafter, would be better because of it. The faces of the crowd were wonderfully softened as they leaned forward in their seats to catch every sound. The grand, rich tones swelled and receded, sometimes rough and harsh, sometimes sweet and melodious, signfy- ing, we earthly creatures, moving, toiling to accomplish great things, would sometime, too, like the man in the hospital, at the sound of music, pass forth into the depth of the great unknown. ELIZABETH L. MTAGOUN, '3l.