Hanover High School - Hanoverian Yearbook (Hanover, MA)

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8 THE HANOVERIAN HDM I? THREE HUNDRED YEARS OF SECONDARY EDUCATION IN AMERICA The gradual but persistent growth of the American system of education, from its tiny beginning in the Latin Grammar schools to its present extensive state is an impressive illustration of the earnest de- sire of the American people for a better and fuller knowledge. Une of the first problems to confront the Puritans was the consideration of providing some means of education for their children. To this end, a group of forty-five Boston resi- dents subscribed a sum of money to em- ploy a free schoolmaster for the youth of the town. This was the first Boston Latin School, and it marks the begin- ning of secondary education in the colon- ies. The Latin grammar schools, held sway until they were replaced by a more competent type of secondary school, the American Academy. The Academy offered a more varied and practical program of studies, and ac- cordingly was better fitted for a greater number of pupils. From 1780 to 1850, six thousand of these academies were or- ganized in the United States. Their aim was to prepare boys and girls for Hthe great and real business of living. The Academy was open only to those who could afford the tuition fee and so bene- fited none but the more wealthy class of people. Consequently, there was an im- perative need for a tax-supported, dem- ocratic school. At this time there was no provision for the instruction of boys who had com- pleted their elementary education, and who were not intending to attend college. As a result, the English Classical School, first of its kind, was established at Bos- ton in 1821. Three years later its name was changed to the English High School. The emphasis in this school was placed on English rather than Latin, and, as in the Boston Latin School, girls were ex- cluded. The high school did not pro- gress rapidly, as people who could pay for the education of their own children, objected to paying taxes for the instruc- tion of other people's children. Quite naturally, the owners of private insti- tutions, Academies, were against public support of the schools. lt was long be- fore it was generally realized that, for a successful state and government, all the children of all the people must be edu- cated. While the high school developed in New England, and the Academy remain- ed dominant in the South, the union school movement grew in the other sec- tions. Schools were graded into primary schools, middle schools, and high schools, which either finished common education, or prepared the pupils for universities. The purpose of the early high school was primarily to fit the student for the practical demands of life. As it progress- ed, the high school developed the varied courses necessary for entrance to colleges and universities, and these courses be- came elective. ln 1899, the committee on College Entrance Requirements stated in its report: t'The secondary schools are the schools of the people, and people have demanded and in still more effectual ways will demand, that their courses be practical, beneficial, desciplinaryfl The development of the high school through three hundred years has been impressive, the growth during the com- ing years will be even more so. As long as the people insist on a free and univer- sal education, the secondary school will endure. It has a great future. BERTHA TOWNSEND

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I-IE ANOVERIAN PUBLISHED BY STUDENTS OF HANOVER HIGH SCHOOL VOL XI.-No.11 Hanover Center, Massachusetts Price 35c SOUTHEASTERN lE', ei I 1 ffm I O U l HANOVERIAN STAFF 1935 EDITOR-IN-CHIEF ASSISTANT EDITORS Bertha Townsend Charles Gleason Betty Hall BUSINESS MANAGERS BOYS' ATHLETICS LITERARY EDITOR Howland Burpee Austin Briggs Dorothy Rhodes Thomas Hayes FACULTY ADVISORS ASSITANTS ASSISTANT Tillie L. Jacobson Mildred Damon Harry Shepherd Raymond C. Wass Margaret Church ART EDITOR GIRLS' ATHLETICS SENIOR SCRIPTIONS Gordon Richmond Doris French Allyce Finley STUDENT COUNCIL

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THE HANOVERIAN 9 THE JEWEL BOX One spring day, I went to see the mar- velous collection of flowers which were on display at the Jewel Box in St. Louis, Missouri. One of the reason that I ever considered visiting the place was its name, the Jewel Box, which seemed to radiate beauty and richness. When I entered, I felt as if I were in a tiny gard- en filled with flowers appropriately plan- ted for the time of year, Easter. The wonderful part of it was to think that these flowers were not planted in this room but were in individual pots which were very cleverly hidden, yet the flow- ers looked as if they had lived there al- ways. Straight ahead of me, down the little gravel path, rose a large cross, made entirely of Easter lilies. This was the most inspiring sight in the collection. As I walked along a narrow path, I was im- pressed by the scarlet flowers of the Bouzannvillis vines, the scent of which filled the air with rare perfume. The other end of this room was banked with tulips: tulips of all colors, and of every species from the rarest to the most com- mon. As I stood in the middle of the room and looked first at the Easter lilies and then at the tulips, I couldn't help but think of the skill that the men had shown in collecting these flowers from the dif- ferent parts of Forest Park and arrang- ing them so artistically in this room. The flowers arranged thus seemed to me a priceless display and very fit for a place in a jewel box. MARGARET EVERSON THE NIGHT OF THE MASQUERADE Soft music and low lights, oh, what a night for the dance! Around the moon- drenched veranda clung the sweet scent of magnolias. In the shadowed garden could be seen couples walking or sway- ing to the tantalizing rhythm of a beau- tiful waltz.I Look! Here comes a good looking cou- ple. They seem to be having a wonder- ful time at the masquerade. Let us listen to their conversation. K'Oh! But I do live around here. laughed the girl. She was dressed in a flattering Marie Antoinette dress. Her black mask emphasized the beauty of her face and her eyes sparkled through the slits of the mask. You're teasing, the man complained, I've never seen you around here before. 'Tm really a very inconspicuous char- acter in every day attire, teased the girl. But thatls impossible. You're beautiful! Canlt I take you home tonight?', Pleaded the young man. Wait until twelve and we will unmask. If you ask me again then, I'll go. replied the girl. It's a promise, returned the boy, and led her through the open door and on to the dance floor. Twelve o'clock came and every one unmasked. We see the couple that we met in the garden. One pair of astonish- ed eyes looked into another pair of laughing, teasing, blue ones. The young man was the lady's brother. Did he take her home? You tell me! VIRGINIA WIELIEZKI BACK YARD GARDENS The other day I overheard this conver- satiory. And oh, my peas have just come up, rambled a woman to a Parson, I've been so thrilled in watching the cute little shoots come up. t'Yes, back yard gardens are a blessing, they keep a person taken up with things more sacred than running the streets, said the Parson solemnly. 'They give neighbors something in common to talk about, other than the scandals of the day? You don't know the other half of itf' I thought. My work of plowing back yard gard- ens puts me in a position where I can speak with authority about the things. The first thing in the season there are arguments with the plower as to the cost of plowing Clater the trouble of trying to collectj. When the plowing is begun, there are only a few minutes before the owner of the adjoining garden comes hur- rying over, with his shirt tail hanging out, to see that the gardens are being rightly divided. There is uncertainty as to the true line and first one and then the other approaches the plower and rakes his neighbor up and down for try- ing to hog more land. The plower, at an unexpected jerk of the horse, tears a hole in a hen wire fence and curses the owner for having a garden, at least one corner of which is blocked by fencing. The owner, angered because of damage done to his fence, curses the plower. The plower, noticing he has been watch- ed, pauses to light a Camel to calm his nerves. The owner again curses him for idling away time for which he is to be paid. CThese curses are under the breathl. The plower forms a dislike to the owner for being so fussy and wat- ching all the time. This is only the be- ginning, the garden is not yet planted. When planted some one's hen is sure to break loose and get caught in the act of T