Hanover High School - Hanoverian Yearbook (Hanover, MA)

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THE HANOVIERIJXN 27 competitors. There is an awful rack- et! Mr. Molloy gives it up as a hope- less fight, while we all hreathlessly watch the finish of the one-minute race. The period hell rings and a look of disgust comes over Miss Reese's and Nr. Klolloy's faces, Mr. Molloy, in a livst minute resort, gives out a lesson for the next day, while Miss Reese he- gins writing Chinese up and down the hoard to get ready for her next group of talented key punehers. There is nothing like competition in learning, hut who can stand the rat-a- tat-tat of thirteen typewriters out to make a world's record? Milton Rogers, '30 TO O Lf R TIQXCH li RS tlfozzorublc ,llC1Zl'I0l1D Suppliants we at wisdonfs door: Open them unto us we pray. Children are we in deed and word Help us ere we go our way. Passing hy, we strive to grasp Bits of truth that you extend. Guide our hand that we may choose Only those that suit our ends. Yours is the power to make or mar You are the moulders of the race, No thanks will come hut still you may In our careers your lahors trace. Elston Deane, P. G. RIEINCARNAT ION just as the sun, a jewel in the flaming sky Grows dimmer, and extinguished hy the night, lVhile nature knows the sunshine is not lost: iXnd as the moon doth swing to shore the tide Which loiters for the lingering of the sands, ls forcefully drawn hy powers of the sea, Yes, patiently the sands wail its re- turn 3 just as the soul of man makes its own music llarmonized with one string of the Harp, Of Life-Once it is sounded in one long Full hlast, ever again it may sound forth it's toneg Thus the Soul-a wee hit tired 'tis- Leaving the helds and forests, and the flowers, lintering in a mystic realm Quietly whispers f'Home.', lietty Magoun, '31 .XN IQKIBARRAXSSING SITUATION Xot many weeks ago Mother sent me to the First National Store to shop for some vegetables, a thing I very seldom do, as she prefers to select them herself. Much to my chagrin tas I was to hnd out laterj I went to the side of the store where groceries are sold and said: I would like five or six pounds of

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26 THE HANOVERIAN Slowly from the east, the moon sails up into the purpling skies, ever grow- ing brighter. Like timid, frightened children, one by one the twinkling stars peep out from the distant blue of the heavens, only to scurry back behind some fluffy unsuspecting cloud. A deep unbroken stillness settles over everything. Night reigns in majestic silence. Beatrice Congdon, '32 IMIOXV TQ BE RIDICULOUS Q'I'l11 rd Przlsej The breeze was cool, the room was warm, The subject-Albegra A. There was a picture on the wall, Cf San Francisco Bay. XVhile students dreamed of period bells The teacher drilled on Hx. And I, borne on Pacific swells, ,Paced up and down cool decks. The captain asked me what I'd do Should one of the passengers sink. The teacher asked me Hx' times 2, I said. jump in, I thinkf' Stanley Riclnnond, ,31 TO VIRGIL flfozzrtlz Priscj O great Virgil, famous author, Chronicler of Ancient lVars, You give to me supreme ill feeling, And your writing is the cause. You, the Romans thought, were peer- less iXVhen they had your writings nigh. But all I do wheneier I see them Is to heave a heavy sigh. You, no doubt, toiled many hours llVriting that great book of thine. On it I spend a few minutes- You should see the 'fworksl' of mine! You would wish still more than ever As you read them line by line, That upon it you had never ,lI'ut in so much useful time. Lawrence VV. Chaffee, '30 ENGLISH CLASS VERSUS THE TYPEXVRITING CLASS CH01z0rabIf' Meniimzb Each day eleven pupils meet at 10.10 in a room that adjoins the typewrit- ing room to learn what they donlt al- ready know about English CAnd that's a lotll At the head of the class is lMr. Molloy, who is explaining the meaning of each and every line in Uohn Milton's poems. This class is without a doubt the most interesting one of the day. But there is one serious drawback. ln the next room Miss Reese puts her 'juniors through the morning finger- limbering exercise. Then Miss Reese reads the alphabet frontwards and backwards just as if they had never heard it before. And for no reason at all, except to waste paper, she puts a space between each letter. Miss Reese says f'Stop, and you think the twentieth century limited has bumped, the bumper in the South Station. just before stopping, a bell tinkles, adding to the noise and confusion. To end the period she has a race. She looks at her watch and says Ngo. Poor john gets away to a slow start and tries to keep up with his feminine

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V 28 THE HANOVERIAN squashf' whereupon the cierk repled, most courteously: The other side please. The first thought that entered my dull brain was that this poor man w'as deaf. So I obligingly went around, to the other side of him and repeated my wish in a loud voice. The clerk roared with laughter and patronizing- ly told me that I had been fooled. All the blood in my body seemed to rush to my face as I meekly walked over to the other side of the store and bought my squash. Eunice Miller, ,SO FROM' IFRESHMAN TO SENIOR ilVe struggle in our Freshman year. Our homework suffers sore- W'e say f'W'hy work because we're hereg XVe still have three years more. Our Sophomore year sees us again Vtfith selfsame thoughts in mindg NVe bluff our way with might and main, But find ourselves behind. Our Junior year we try to work, But find it not so fine. 'IV e then declare we ne'er will shirk- Our next year we will shine. But when our Senior year is done, Our spirit great is dim, Uve find that Ays we have not won- And end as we begin! Lawrence XV. Chaffee, '30 AIR-MINDED Somewhere, somehow a small boy heard someone talking of parachutes and aviatorsg of airplanes and fame, and decided, as small boys do, to some day become one of the flock of fam- ous birdmen. But, when a boy is six or Seven, Hactionw is spelled with a capital AH and heads his vocabulary. Some day he would fly g some day he would be famous. Ev'entually he might do it --why not now? So he pondered! tAs small boys do.D An airplane was out of the question, an impossibility. However, he might make a parachute. Burlap bags are numerousg string is plentiful and when a boy is air-mind- ed there is nothing in the world easier to make than a parachute. Upon the top of a shed roof, a young aviator grasped more firmly a crudely made parachute, and sustained by the courage that lies deep imbedded in the heart of all airmen, drew a deep breath, and jumped. A little boy is sadly disillusioned as to the existence of the genius of inven- tion in boys of seven. Edith Congdon, '32 AN IMAGINARY LETTER VVRITTEN EOR ANCIENT HISTORY Barrack No. 26, Lookoff Hill Athens, Greece, Second Moon. Dear Marcus: As you know I have been taken cap- tive here in Athens. My ill fortune began during the last battle, that of lPlataea. I was fighting the best I could when I was struck across a ten- don in my left leg, felling me, of course. I did not attempt to get up and iight again because of the pain that shot through my leg. Almost in- stantly, I was picked up by an Athen- ian soldier and carried to their camp nearby.