Hanover High School - Hanoverian Yearbook (Hanover, MA)

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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

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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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10 THE HANOVERIAN enjoying tomato seeds. The next morn- ing the hen is found in its own yard, dead. The owner of the hen can guess the cause of the hen's death and the fol- lowing morning his neighbor's cat is found stretched out cold. Even after the plants have grown, a dog destroys half a dozen lettuce plants burying bones. The owner of the dog pays fifteen cents a piece, at the demand of the grower, for the vegetables, all of which would not have brought five cents in a second class rabbit show. So, many small gardens spread hard feelings among the closely settled neighbors. Are these gardens then 'ta blessing? I would say many back yard gardens could be called the Area of hard feel- ing. J. NAWAZELSKI ON EATING SPAGHETTI Although many people consider Spag- hetti-eating a lost art, I contend that it is merely misplaced. There are still a few, very few I admit, who understand- the proper method of consuming those long, white, succulent tubes. It has long been popularly believed that to learn the artistic manner of wrapping oneself around a length of spaghetti requires long study and tedious private practice. I wish to point out that the facts of the case are utterly opposed to this suppos- ition. It is customary whenever the eating of spaghetti is mentioned, to bring up that old joke: five yards down, ten to go. The ignorant masses, taking this seriousljzf, place one end of the article in question in their mouth and inhale enthusiastical- ly According to their opinion, the sounds accompanying the act increase every one's enjoyment. In fact, one might truly say to them, HI heard you enjoyed your spag- hettif' Other people go for a reel of spaghetti the way a robin tackles a worm, pausing for breath and gasping their way along, to finish with a proud smile, but a bit awed, withal. If you have been guzzling spaghetti in this manner, you have been committing a serious breach of etiquette, besides injuring Heaven-knows-how-many people, who, observing you and knowing your reputation in these matters, went and did likewise. In conclusion, I offer a bit of adviceg Eat your spaghetti as unobtrusively as possible, and, if a yard of it unavoidably slips into your pocket and dangles before the eyes of your annoyed friends, you might call it a new watch-chain, or ex- plain that you were once a snake-charm- er and occasionally your old habits get the better of you. The whole secret of success lies in nonchalance - nothing more or less. BERTHA TOWNSEND BLOW ON The wind does And sends They race and But finally whirl the colored leaves them flying round. dance above the trees reach the ground. It also bends the birches low Until you'd think theytd break. But when the wind has ceased to blow They once against stand straight. It fills the sails of passing ships And sends them sailing on. It turns the wheels of many mills For men to grind their corn. FRANCES BROWN AT DAWN The morning stars are waning fast Dim gold against the yellow sky, And outlines of the trees off east Tell me the sun is drawing nigh, From far away, a night owl hoots, A river winds its silver thread Surrounded by A quilt of oak a shroud of mist leaves for its bed. The buds awake and with their songs, Proclaim the joyous morn to all The mist its starry radiance lifts The sun appears, a fiery ball. The feeling of the cool new day, The chorus of our feathered friends. A river rippling hard at play, While in its path the sun ascends. M. CHURCH A TOAST TO THE CLASS OF '38 A toast to the class of '38 A class which can not concentrate. Fifty-six there are in all, Some are short, some are tall Some are fat, some are thin, Some are round and big within Some are bright, some are dumb, But when the fatal day does come, The big, the small, The great, the tall, Of course they all will graduate, So! here's to the class of '38, ELEANOR MacLEAN