Hanover High School - Hanoverian Yearbook (Hanover, MA)

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THE HANOVERIAN CLASS OF '36 Mildred Damon has mastered the brush, Her work's in demand and she has to rush. Francis Kowalski is a lad very wise. He turns away when the girls make eyes. Gerald Cocoran has one big care, His shorthand lessons make him despair. Eleanor Rose, enrolled in our school, Tries hard to observe the golden rule. He struggles hard in a laborsome way, And conquers all, our Alex Lapie. Florence Prentiss to dance is learning May her life be gay and great her earn- ing. Phyllis Young is bright and gay, She keeps us smiling throughout the day. As a typist, Catherine O'Keefe is out- standing, May she always have a happy landing. Charles Gleason, absorbed in his studies, Deeply inspires the rest of his buddies. Alice Sides is a student true, She studies much and will stick by you. Sproul is a lad extremely tall, Because of this he towers o'er all. Marjorie French is a frolicksome lass. She is well known as the belle of the class. Louise Cosgrove has moved away, We hope she'll come back to us some day. Who causes the disturbance in our class? It's Pauline Rozum from West Hanover, Mass. Marion Johnson is clever and bright, In her excellent cooking, we all take de- light. William Smith heads the class, For he is our President, and we do as he asks. Grace Tyrie is quite well known by all, For haven't we seen her play basketball? Whose soprano voice has been heard by locks? It must be that of Mabel Cox. Remedis is our star athlete, Gallant in victory as well as defeat. Aline Whiting is always clowning, We do not like to see her frowning. There are a few in the class I shall not mention, Yet they really deserve a lot of attention. RITA BENSON Johnson: Aren't we seniors supposed to be the cream of the crop? Mr. Wass: Yes, but you're a bit thick. Schneider: I wonder how old Mrs. Hatch is? Desroches: Quite old, I imagine. They say she used to teach Caesar. MID-YEARS 'Twas the day before mid-years And all through the room Not a creature was stirring But Fred with his broom. Though he swept in the corner And moved back a chair, The students for once Hardly knew he was there. The desks were all scattered With pencils and papers, And not even Studley Was cutting up capers. Memo's were scribbled From many a book, For all hoped to pass By hook or by crook. Archie, the Chemist Was taking a nap, And dreaming of blowing The school off the map. When out in the yard Arouse such a clatter, He jumped from his seat To see what was the matter. Now what did he see But Johnson's old flivver Which by that time had stopped With a shake and a shiver. But we soon settled down And went back to the grind For the thought of exams Was still in each mind. The books were reopened And the pencils did fly, For we knew that the worst Would come by and by. The next day would bring The exams we dreaded, And weld then know the fate For which we were headed. H. SHEPHERD TWV, Se 21

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THE HANOVERIAN BOYS' BASEBALL TEAM BOYS' VARSITY CLUB

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THE HANOVERIAN RADIO CLUB BOYS' FOOTBALL TEAM