Hanover High School - Hanoverian Yearbook (Hanover, MA)

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THE HANOVERIAN 21 THE 'ASVVALLOVXV' IN A STORM A ship was seen in the distance, launching out to sea. She was large and carried herself majestically. The sea was blue and calm as the Swallow smoothly glided on its breast. Suddenly the waves looked darker! The sky was black and clouds were sending down the rain in torrents! The Swallow' was no longer majestic but was being tossed on the high billows of that angry sea. Lightning! A bright flash came down from the sky and struck the boat. A flame shot up from it. The Ere was quickly extinguished by the sprays from that wild ocean as the waves grew higher and higher. The wind was raging around the boat as if to find en- trance at is doors. At last! The dark sky was clearing, the winds were still and the lightning was no longer shooting its fire from the heavens. How still the world seemed to be after that terrific storm. Once more the Swallow wended its way through those waves, once black in rage but now blue and calm. Land was reached soon after this experience and this ship that had brought so many lives safe into the harbor, was repaired and was soon on its way once more. HILDA BARCLAY, '3l. LIFE Days seem blue and dreary, But do not be sad, For you have much more Then some people had. Life is what you make it, Cheer up and do not fret There will be days of happiness For all good people, yet. ELSIE M, THRASHER, '31

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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.

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28 THE HANOVERIAN THE ORIGIN OF TOWN GOSSIP Mrs. Brown decided to go to the show one afternoon. When she entered the theater, to her surprise, there sat Mrs. Tracy. How do you do, Mrs. Tracy? Why, Mrs. Brown, I am surely surprised to see you here. I didn't decide to go to the show but you know that hubby is not working and it makes me tired to see him sit in the parlor all day long reading the newspapers. I know just how you feel, jerry was layed off last year, and I grew tired of seeing him home all day long. Did you hear that John Dolan was arrested this morning for breaking in the store at the corner? Why no! I would never believe that. I-Ie has such a lovely mother. What is the picture, Mrs. Tracy? It is john Gilbert in Romance, Isn't he marvelous, Mrs. Brown? If our every day men were only like him ! Oh, by the way, Mrs. Tracy, did you hear about the Gallagher's argument the other night? I always thought he was a brute! And she hasn't had a new hat since last Easter. Yes, and why doesn't she leave him! Oh, look at john Gilbert's eyes! Isn't he wonderful? W'hy does she act that way? Oh, yes, we must have missed that part. So it continues, part of the picture, then the local news! How much our lady friends could tell you about John Gil- bert in Romance I cannot say. John Gilbert is fascinat- ing but cannot vie with the town gossip. EARL WELLS, '28 LIVING To have a smile through every day, To cheer someone who's blue, To see your own faults readily, To gain by errors, too, To understand each thought and deed And always be forgiving, If we can do this every day, Then we are really living. ESTI-IER HANSEN, '28,